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A story
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It was winter, and the two of them were staying with a friend who had
her own apartmen he house was chilly, and they had talked late
into the night. As Julie went into the bathroom to change for
bed, he and Sara quickly held each other and kissed. They
scarcely had time for a gentle taste of one another before
slipping out of their warm things and into night dress. He pulled on
a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt. She giggled, noticing how
poorly they restrained him, and pushed him gently under the
covers. She pulled on a long nightshirt that fell to her knees,
suspended in a long cascade from the tips of her breasts. She
was setting their things aside as Julie returned, in a
button-down flannel shirt and sweatpants. Julie's eyes made a brief
contact of Sara's behind as the latter slipped into the middle
of the large bed. Julie smiled at her guests. "It'll be
nice to have company tonight. I've been so cold lately!" As she
stretched to reach the la mp, he glimpsed a flash of midriff
glowing pink in the soft light. Then blackness. They all
were rocked lightly as they shifted into place. Sara in the
middle slept on her right side, and he cupped her body in a
spoon. Julie lay on Sara's right, her head close. Sara could
feel his hardness pressed against her back, and began to feel a
small core of heat inside of her. But she cautioned herself that
they were staying with a friend, and she was uneasy with another
person so near. Though it was hard to be Julie was so
sweet. They had been friends for several months now. Julie
seemedvery comfortable with herself, something Sara envied. But
she was coming outof her shell, as he would say.
Sara turned her head and kissed his arm, which was threaded beneath her
neck. It streched out further still, and Julie lay her head in
his hand. She did look awfully pretty in the dim orange light of
the remaining embers i n thefireplace. Julie was slowly tracing
ci rcles on the back of Sara's hand. She felt herself being
slowly mesmerized. But there was a tension instead of the
growing relaxation she was hoping to feel, was afraid of
feeling. She became restless, and shifted about. He whispered a
question into her ear, nuzzling it in the process, and she drew
herself up. Sliding over him, she murmurred "bathroom," and
slid out of the room. Once in the bathroom, she turned to
face herself in the mirror. Two crisp peaks in her shirt met
her gaze, and she saw she was flushed. Hurriedly flicking off
the light she drew a drink of water and sat down, taking a
deepbreath. Her fingers trembled as she drew the water to her
lips to sip. Counting to twenty, she tried to recall the
meditations he had taught her. She folded up her legs and found
her center, her breath becoming normal. Sara darted back
into the bedroom and slipped under the covers next tohim,
opposite Julie. He turned obligingly and she lay on his arm. This
wasfamiliar, this was natural, she thought. Soon she drifted off
to sleep. He awoke to extreme darkness. The fire was dead,
though some of its heatremained. Concentrating, he found that he
lay on his back, and felt Sara curled up to his left, wrapped
around his arm. With a mental start he realized that the heat he
felt came from Julie, who had closed the distance between
them and was now nes tled with her back to him, around his other
arm. Stretched but comfortable, he relaxed, concentrating on the
sensations of the room. There was a low hiss emanating from the
fireplace, almost beneath notice. The heavy wool blanket weighed
upon him reassuringly, and he felt Sara's warm breath dance
along his upper arm. The fingers of one of her hands were laced with
his. His other hand felt a soft sponginess he couldn't identify.
He moved his fingers gently, sliding th e tips along and
pressing slightly. As he searched, a bulge formed underneath the
surface of the cloth, and with another start he identified the
sensation. He was gently stroking Julie's left nipple as his
palm cupped her heavy breast. Her faint sigh seemed
to roar in his ears and his hand froze. Pressed against him, he
felt Julie shift slightly, and the motion pressed his hand closer
to her shirt, jostling h is fingers. He waited a moment, unsure of
his next move, when a warm, sticky mass pressed against the
webbing of his thumb. Julie's tongue slid agonizingly slowly
over his knuckle and between his first two fingers.
He resumed his inspection of the flannel of her shirt, confirming his
identification. He listened closely to Sara's breath, feeling
along his left side for wakefullness. She slept heavily, as
ever, something they had joked about. He knew it would take a
fire alarm to stir her before t he morning light. He gently
squeezed his palm, grasping a fistfull of Julie and kneading it.
Her hips unconsciously shifted as her breath deepened. Her hand
closed abou this wrist and pried him from her for a moment. He
thought he had overstepped his bounds and was about to
withdraw. His arm was being replaced, though this time his hand
slipped under the soft cotton and he felt her hot skin touch
his. Her breast fairly burn ed as he stroked it, running his
thumb over her swollen nipple. Julie rolled back
against him and then slid slightly away, lieing on herback. The
move slid her chest beneath him and he met the other coral hill
asthe shirt fell away. Still he could see nothing, but in his
mind he saw themlaying there, Sara deep in sleep, he embracing
both women, and Julie with her bosom open to the room, growing
warm beneath the blankets . After what seemedseveral hours, she
raised her head and pul led his arm from beneath it, laying it
across her body. Julie shifted the blankets, pulling their top beneath
his arm until it dropped beneath them. His palm lay against her
belly, and he discovered with a smile that Julie was an "outie."
His longest fingers just crested the ridge of her pubic bone. A
whisper of motion and he could feelthe smooth skin beneath the
sweats. He drew his arm upwards, his elbow grazingher warm
breasts, and he set about to untie the drawstrings around her
waist. At this odd angle he was clumsy, and his fingernails too
short to grasp the tiny knot. He fumbled quietly for a time,
until suddenly his hand was shovedaway. He recognized the
tearing of a seam in his ears as she thrust his handthrough the
torn waistband and over her mons. Now his fingers felt
coarse ringlets underneath sheer panties, and he scritched
lightly in circles at the top of the hill. With each circle he
dipped somewhat lower, until he was sweeping across the barest
hint of a ridge of flesh. He stopped his advances there,
pressing more firmly but always only grazing that spot.
His hand was nestled in a womb of moist, warm air as Julie
began to roll her hips forward with each circle in vain to
catch the fingers as they passed. She was aching, straining for
the contact, but was herself afraid of waking the bed's third
inhabitant. As he circled, he felt her we reep up the crotch to
meet his fingers and he relented. At the top of his next circle
he darted under the string which was the waistband of her
panties. Arching his wrist, he lifted the damp cotton from her and
danced his fingers through her hairs. Scratching lightly, his
fingers burrowedinward to her center. Her thighs parted
involuntarily to make room for him, and Julie's leg stretched
over his. He lifted his left leg over hers in an effort to
restrain her m otion. As his middle finger slid wetly over her
clitoris she thrust upwards and engulfed him. He reached inside
of her and cupped her as he had her breast, rocking his palm in
slow circles. His fingers were deep inside of her pulsing walls
as he grasped her lips betweenhis knuckles and held firmly. With
the heel of his hand he pressed downwardsand fluttered his palm,
sending vibrations through her spine to explode inher brain. She
clamped her teeth on his ar m as her thighs clutched at him and
she trembled. Minutes passed as they lay still. Sara
stirred, rolling over to herright. He turned with her, and the
motion drew him from her with a soft smacking sound. As Sara's
arm slid around his waist in her slumber, Julie curled on her
left facing him in the darkness. She drew his hand to her
lipsand delicately licked it. She took a finder in her mouth and
languidly rolled her tongue around it, tasting he . As she
nursed quietly on him, Sara's hand nestled between his legs as
it often did, and was greeted by a warm splash of fluid as he
lost control. Oblivious, Sara slept on, and his body slowly
relaxed. Julie clasped his hand to her now-buttoned shirt, and
he slipped away. He could have sworn he heard the last ember of
the fire wink out, though he might have been mistaken.
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