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They were into the shower and out again in five minutes, no longer sweaty, and feeling as though they were still joined in love. Sara hugged Steve tight.
“This is something I really am never going to forget, Steve.’
“Me neither, but you´re standing between me and food,’ he replied, grabbing her by the cheeks of her ass and lifting her. She whooped in surprise and grabbed him back reflexively as he turned them around and broke for the table. He was there only a split second before she slid onto the couch beside him.
When he lifted the cover on the oysters, he laughed. “That´s what you wanted two dozen of, is it? And half for you. I´m in deep trouble, I can see that.’
They began to eat with relish and appetite, opening the second bottle of wine. When the oysters were gone, they divided the juicy slices of tenderloin and began the main event.
“Now, what is all this,’ Sara asked with her mouth full, “about quitting your job?’
“Yes, I quit my job, effective two weeks from now. I´m opening a consulting company to offer management of corporate recognition events, and my first customer is Jim Wright. He wants me to begin planning right away for next year´s conference. It´s not a lot of money to start, but by the end of the next twelve months, I´ll have made more than my former salary from just this one account. And, I want you to work with me.’
Steve looked at Sara, her mouth smeared with steak juice, kissed her and licked her clean.
When her mouth was free, Sara said, “That´s all very well, but what about my new job?’
“Of course, I didn´t know about that. But how about this? Can we move in together at the club? I mean, can I live with you, at least for a while to see if we like it? I can work on the conference and you can work on the club. And we can both work on ...’
“... getting laid regular,’ Sara finished.
“You bet. But we can both work on getting other clients, and you can start the work on the hotel side of the conference thing. Anyway, we can be together for a while, and see how we like living together and still loving everyone we like. What do you think?’
“I think it´s a great way for you to save money while you start a new business. You get to live rent-free. And you get a permanently horny piece of ass whenever I´m around, and access to about three hundred horny women anytime you want. I think you´re going to be walking around with a shit-eating grin on your face all the time.’
“Umm, I sense reservations on your part, the way you say that.’
“Well, first of all, the last time a guy suggested we live together, I dropped him flat. This is a little different; I don´t feel that way with you for some reason.
“And then, you know, I´ve never come to grips with my sex drive before, any more than you have. I´ve only really just begun to accept the way I am. Horny all the time, and not just that – always wanting variety.
“Now here I am, falling in love. And the guy says he wants the same thing I do – lots of sex and lots of variety. On top of that, you want to move in with me and share a new business with me. I don´t know whether to believe it or not – or even what to believe. And, what happens three months from now? Or, six? Am I going to be all alone with an itchy pussy?
“Steve, I don´t mean to sound scared or unwilling, or anything. It´s just a lot to take in at once. I need to think about it for a while. After my marriage broke up I decided never to let a man live with me again. One-night stands only, but lots of them. I nearly slugged the first guy who wanted to move in with me. I´m not that way any more, but I really need the freedom.’
“I guess it is a big order for you.’ Steve drew her closer to him again, kissing her, holding her. “Well, will you give it a try? Or, at least think about it?’ They were still eating, and a gob of juicy steak fell from Sara´s fork into Steve´s lap. Instantly, her head was down, her face groping between his thighs. She recovered the piece of meat, then licked his legs and sucked up the other piece of meat she found lying there. She sucked the head between her lips for a moment and then sat back up, smiling.
“Just try and stop me, Steve Calvin. Just try.’ She kissed his lips. They went on eating and soon the dessert and coffee were almost gone.
“Steve,’ Sara resumed, “we need to make some ground rules. I mean, I assume you´re going to fuck anyone who´ll let you – that you´re interested in – the way you do now. And the same goes for me. Is there anything I need to know about, that you won´t stand for? What might I do that would make you blow your top?’
Steve shrugged. “I don´t know. I can´t think of anything, but how can I know? I´m as new at this as you. I guess as long as we´re both honest with each other, we´ll be all right. And if we talk, talk about what´s bothering us, what we like or don´t like. Or what we want or don´t want. We just have to try, to work at it. I want it to work, and I´ll try my best to make it work.
“And the same goes for our jobs. We got along just fine. You worked with Wright without problems because, as he told me, you made sure you and he both understood everything that was going on, good or bad. That´s one thing he ´specially likes about you. When things aren´t going right, you don´t hide it, you get it out in the open and deal with it. And if we do that together, we´re good for the next hundred years or so.’
Sara hugged him, saying nothing. It didn´t seem necessary.
Steve turned, drawing her to him closely. “I love you, Sara. I´m certainly going to love you tomorrow. And I´m pretty sure that, if we keep on the way we are, I´ll love you for a very long time. That´s what I´ve got to offer. Is it enough?’
Sara ran her hand along his face, feeling his beard, his neck. Her hand came to rest on his shoulder. Her other hand took his and placed it on her breast where it clasped and held her. “No 'forever?' No ‘I´ll love you forever? ´’ she asked wistfully.
“No,’ she continued, “it´s not like that, I know. We could both spoil it. Either one of us. It´s going to take some work, especially because we´re the kind of people we are. The rule books weren´t written for us, so we´ll have to make it up as we go along. That´s not always going to be easy, Steve.’
Sara looked at him again, then moved forward to brush her lips against his. Steve´s free hand caught the back of her head and drew her closer so he could make the kiss deeper, pressing his tongue between her lips. He released her breast and put that hand behind her, pulling her close. They kissed for a long time. When they broke apart, Sara rested against the couch, her arms along the back, breasts high on her chest, one foot on the seat, her crotch open to the cool air of the room. She looked across the room, unseeing.
Steve watched her, completely unable to guess what she was thinking. In a moment Sara turned and smiled at Steve. “Thank you,’ she said. “Thank you for loving me just the way I am. You can´t know how much that means to me. Please take me to bed.’
Steve rose, pulling her up with him and hugging her tightly to him. They kissed for a long time. Then Sara murmured in Steve´s ear. “The bed, remember? The bed?’
Steve picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the bed. Sara relaxed against him as though it were an everyday thing to be picked up by the man you love. She was happier than she had ever been in her life. ‘These times don´t happen often, Sara Compton,´ she thought, ‘enjoy them while you can, and make them last.´ Then, Steve was putting her gently on the bed and climbing over her and between her legs.
“Wait,’ Sara said, struck with a thought. “Wait a second. I want to show you something. Lie down.’ She drew Steve down beside her, then pushed him onto his back. “I want to show you a trick a fourteen-year-old girl taught me,’ she said, taking his cock in her hand.
Steve was half hard, his penis rising slightly above his balls. Sara took it in her hand and put the tip in her mouth, first looking at it closely, and flicking it with her tongue. She began to rub the tip with her tongue and stimulate the glans where the most sensitive places were. It began to grow, and as it did, she took more and more of it into her mouth. Soon it was long enough, and Sara began to move her mouth up and down the length of it, from the tip to the base. As Steve grew she took him all, deeply into her throat, as she had learned to do with Sam Wolff. She thought to herself that it was only a few hours before that she had done this for the first time. It made her proud to be able to do it now, for Steve, and she savored the sensation of his thickness as it passed down her throat and her lips brushed his pubic hair.
“God, Sara,’ Steve said. “I´ve heard about this, but I´ve never had anyone do it to me. It´s wonderful.’
Sara kept on sucking Steve, driving his hardness deep into her throat, breathing when she rose to let just the tip remain between her lips, then sinking slowly the full length of him, feeling the fullness of the head deep in her throat. The feeling was fascinating, transmitting itself the length of her torso to her vagina, where she almost felt its fullness there. She kept up her stroking until she sensed that Steve was close to coming. She didn´t intend to have him come in her throat this time. She slowly pulled her head up and off his member, kissing and caressing it with her lips and tongue. She looked up along his body.
“I know you´re almost ready, love, but there´s something else I want to do for you right now.’ Sara clambered up off the bed and went quickly to her carry-all. She dug inside and pulled out the little tube of lubricant she had bought earlier. Opening it, she returned to the bed and squeezed some of the goo on her hand, rubbing her palms together to warm the slippery stuff.
“Steve, I´ve never been fucked in the ass. Never. I´ve always thought I didn´t want that. Right now, though, I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to be the first one. I may not like it, and you´ll be the last, but at least you´ll be the first.’ She took Steve´s penis in her hands and began greasing him up, spreading the goo all over the shaft and tip. Then, she put some more on her hand and rubbed it into her asshole. “Ready,’ she said.
“You make it sound like you´re ready for execution.’ Steve pulled her to him, letting her weight fall on his chest. He kissed her deeply. “I think I know what this means to you. You´ve been fucking all these years, and you´ve never let a man fuck your ass. That means I´m really getting something special. I want you to enjoy it, so let´s take our time.’
They lay side by side, kissing, caressing. Sara wiped the goo off her hands on the sheet, and let them wander down Steve´s back, cupping his ass, feeling the warmth of his skin, the power of his muscles. Steve pressed her to him, feeling her breasts on his chest, his hands cupping and separating her ass-cheeks. She pulled him to her and felt his slippery tool against her belly. She threw her leg over his waist and felt the hardness shift into her crotch. “Oh, Steve, you´re right. I´ve never wanted it before. But I want you there. Now.’
Sara pulled her leg high up, feeling Steve slide between the lips of her vagina, then onto the perineum, feeling the erotic sensitivity of that special area as never before. Then she felt the head pass over her slippery rectum and inadvertently jumped at the unusual feeling. Her movement made the head snag briefly in her. It didn´t feel bad at all. Different. “Ooh, that´s strange. I kind of like it,’ she said. Steve held still, letting the tip just nudge the tight opening.
“It certainly feels nice to me. Tell me when you´re ready for a little more.’
“A little more. Yes. Just a little more. Hold still a minute.’ Sara pushed a little, as though she were trying to fart, and Steve slipped another tiny bit into her, spreading her anus more, bringing more intense feeling. “Umm. Wow. Give me a minute ... It takes a while to get used to it ... Now, some more.’ This time, Steve pushed gently against the resistance of her anus. He felt it tighten involuntarily, then relax. He urged himself a little further and the entire head slipped inside. “Ah! That´s incredible, Steve,’ Sara said to him, kissing his cheeks.
“How´s it feel?’
“It doesn´t hurt, not quite. I thought it would. But it doesn´t. It feels kind of good. Push it in a little further.’ This time, with the largest part – the head – already inside her, Steve pushed a little harder and at least an inch or two slipped into her. “God,’ Sara said, “that´s more than I expected. But it didn´t hurt at all. How come?’
“Well, we´re greased up real well, and the hardest part is getting the head in. You didn´t have any trouble with that, so the rest should all be fun.’
“Yeah, it´s beginning to feel real good, Steve. Do some more.’ Sara moved her hips to let Steve penetrate her more deeply. Steve rolled over on top of Sara and she pulled her knees up as far as she could. These simple motions thrust Steve almost fully into her, and once he was above her, he pulled back slowly then pushed forward until he was completely engulfed in her.
“Oh, Steve, that feels good. It´s great. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.’
“Will it make you come, do you think?’ Steve asked, beginning to stroke into her – gently at first, but with increasing force.
“Don´t know yet,’ Sara was panting, trying to thrust back at Steve as he thrust at her. “Yes, I think so. Oh, God, yes, do it.’
Steve began to stroke her deeply, harder, his penis moving into and out of her asshole just as if it had been her vagina. Her cries were of pleasure and joy. Before long, her tightness, even though reduced by the slippery goo, began to get to Steve, and he stroked into her with furious speed. Sara´s breasts heaved between her upraised knees as his body slammed against hers. Her breath came faster, and sweat poured from her breasts and thighs. Finally it was time, and Steve came with a moan and a gasp, pulsing into Sara´s anus. Sara cried out, too, her voice deep and strong in his ear. “Oh, Steve, I´m coming, too. Oh God. Don´t stop fucking me. Keep it up, I´m coming.’
Later, when Steve slipped out of her, they were lying side by side again, holding each other, kissing and still enjoying the glow of another great orgasm. After a while, Steve got up and headed for the bathroom.
“Where are you going?’ Sara asked dreamily.
“Wash up and take a leak,’ he said.
Sara rolled off the bed and followed, leaning against the doorway, watching him as he washed, then used the toilet. Sara followed suit, and when they had dried themselves, they wandered back to the bed. Steve pulled the covers off the floor. “It´s nearly midnight,’ he said. “How about a nap?’
Sara reached to turn out the lights and they rolled together on the bed, pulling the cover up over them. Sara took Steve in her hand and held him. Slowly, he began to respond, and they made love again in the dark and under the covers before they fell asleep.
When the hotel´s clock radio woke her with music, Sara could feel Steve´s body pressed tightly against her back, his hand on her breast, his penis deep between her buttocks. She felt him stir and his hand squeezed her, causing her nipple to stiffen. Sara wiggled her hips, feeling Steve slip easily between her cheeks. Perhaps they were still wet from the night before, although Sara vaguely remembered feeling something slipping in and out of her in a middle of the night sleep-fuck. She wiggled again and felt the head of Steve´s penis slip into her ass. Steve grunted and thrust deeply into her. Sara noticed no discomfort; having a thick shaft in her ass seemed perfectly normal now. She thrust back at him, starting a regular movement that brought him deep inside her.
When they had both come and turned to face each other, exchanging kisses and gropes, Sara realized that she had made up her mind about something. “Love,’ she said, “you really want to move in, to live with me, don´t you?’ Steve hummed assent against her breast as he held it in his mouth, then moved up to a more serious talking position, where he could look into her eyes without losing contact with the rest of her body. Sara went on. “Well, I told you last night that I have a thing about a guy living with me. And this is only the second time we´ve been together. Would you understand when I tell you I don´t know you well enough?’
Steve nodded, then kissed her throat as she went on speaking. His penis began to stir against her belly. Sara said, “I´ve decided I won´t exactly say no, Steve, but I´m going to have to take it step by step.’ Sara was making this up as she went along, thinking a moment before each sentence. She knew how much Steve did for her, how deeply she was falling in love with him, but her fears of another bad marriage, or even of living with a dissolving relationship held her back. “If you want me that way, you´ve got to show me you can take the kind of life I want to lead. I´m not going to stop fucking around, you know.’
“I know,’ Steve said into the curve of her neck. His hand was caressing the curve of her ass, and Sara moved her leg up over Steve´s so he could slip fingers into her pussy.
“And, I´m not going to put up with this once-in-a-while stuff – being together, I mean. I want you around as long as you can take it. If it´s not going to work, I want to find out right away, not three years from now. Can you be here next weekend?’
“Sure I can, love,’ Steve said. “I´ll be back Friday afternoon, if you want. And, I won´t need to leave until Monday morning. Okay? You set it up, the whole program, and we´ll see how it goes. I´ll tell my weekend girls I have to be away. It won´t be the first time.’
“Hey, I´m not saying you have to be exclusive, you know,’ Sara said. “I didn´t think about them, only about myself. Do you want to bring one of them with you?’
“No, this weekend is one for you,’ he said. “You need this to help you be sure I won´t be turned off by your need for a lot of men. It´s fine with me. Maybe we´ll try it the other way around sometime, but not this time. Besides, I don´t think any of them would really go for that kind of a threesome, or whatever.’
Steve´s fingers were busy and Sara was getting hot again. “Good,’ she said, “now, go wash yourself off and come back here and make love to me again.’
Steve did as he was told, and while he was washing, Sara went to the window and pulled the curtains, standing naked for a few moments in the opening. The morning sunshine flooded into the room, warming her body in another way. Steve came back from the bathroom and embraced her where she stood in the window. She moved back a little until her butt struck an easy chair, and Steve lifted her until she rested on the back of it and slid into her. He thrust in and out of her for a few moments where they stood, then grabbed her and carried her, still deep inside her, to the bed. They made love again in the sunshine, then went about getting washed and dressed for the day.