by Blythe Stone
I huffed. The closeness was startling and I craved it. I wanted to beg her to touch me more. Even when it was too much, I wanted more.
Nat kissed my neck and held at my breasts, using a leg to push one of mine back so she could completely hold me against her while Avery touched me.
Avery’s fingers quested between the lips of my sex and dipped into me as she explored, moving more against me when I reacted certain ways. Soon, she found a rhythm and entered me with one finger.
I whined in pleasure. The instant relief of knowing I’d be cumming soon was definitely too much.
Another finger joined the first and she moved into me harder and faster. Her mouth found mine and she was kissing me again, mirroring her motions below with her tongue in my mouth.
I could scream with how good it felt. Instead I moaned into her mouth and felt her deep inside me. “You’re so sexy baby,” I heard Nat whisper to me.
Avery didn’t stop with her hand but she broke the kiss. Her breathing was hard. I could feel it hitting my skin.
“Olivia,” Avery groaned.
I opened my eyes and stared, feeling her as she was taking me there. I brushed my thumb past her cheek a few times, not sure what she wanted from me. All I knew was she felt amazing and I wanted what was happening with us.
I whined a little, unsure. My nipples felt so hard and I was covered in a thin layer of cool sweat that chilled me.
She kept up, watching me and finding my clit with her thumb. She sighed and smiled when I jerked a little against her hand.
I smiled back through desperate panting. Then my mouth hung open and I stared at her, feeling everything happen. The edge of the cliff had come and she’d led me up to the top and watched as I fell right off.
It'd been a long time since someone else had brought me to this and even then it had never been this potent since Nat.
When it happened my whole world seemed to freeze. I couldn’t breathe or feel or make a sound. I looked deep into Avery’s eyes and saw her noticing, staring back.
She brought me over the edge. I heard my own voice, crying out in relief, as the whole world stopped and then resumed once more.
Nat huffed a relieved laugh, hugging me tight to her naked body. “Good girl,” she whispered, feeling me. As I panted she kissed my neck. I held at her head to keep her there. The relief was everywhere. I felt ten times lighter, like I mattered again.
“You okay?” Avery asked.
“Yeah,” I shakily answered. I reached for her and smiled. “Yeah, I’m… Yes,” I laughed, nothing cohesive would form. I kissed Avery’s forehead, wanting her closer. I was still weeping but I couldn’t control that at all.
My breathing was slowing but I still was coming down.
Nat moved a little so I could lie against the bed on my back. She looked down on me and fiddled with my hair. Her eyes were so beautiful. For a few moments we stared.
“Kiss me,” I asked. If it was only tonight, I couldn't stop us.
Nat’s face relaxed and she smiled softly, bending down over me to grant me my kiss.
All the lights in the sky formed their image in my brain. I wanted to tell her again that I'd been dreaming about her almost every night since she went away.
I whimpered instead, lost in her touches. Entire body awake with desire. Her hands touched me in places and it was like being back in the world I knew better than any world, our world.
Her body climbed ontop of mine and she indulged me in the kind of kissing I’d been dazing about every day: intense, emotional, so drawn out but never enough to fully satiate since I wanted her so much and forever.
Her fingers pet my face and we breathed in each other’s air until we were both sweating and panting and feeling it too much. Overworked muscles, every part of us used and sore.
The whole while, I wept. Relief. Gratefulness. My old world became new.
I couldn't stop staring. My eyes kept stealing hers. Everything about it. It was like we were somehow already having sex- or maybe we didn’t even have to. I can't explain it any more than that. Just her eyes on me made me feel like I was going to cum.
My soul remembered her.
31
(Avery)
Feeling was more important than thinking right now and all I could do was lay and feel Nat and Olivia's skin against mine. It was perfect.
“Well, that was interesting,” I commented.
Nat and Olivia both smiled and laughed.
“That’s a good word for it,” Olivia teased. She pushed her hand across my abs slowly, groping me.
Nat snuggled into her and stared over at me.
“But I think Nat deserves some attention, don't you?” I asked Olivia.
“I hope so,” Olivia dazed. After staring at me a little she turned to face Nat and place soft kisses on the side of her breast. Her hand lightly played with Nat’s skin.
I got up and moved to the other side of the bed, urging Nat to scoot inward toward the middle. We could love her from both sides and it would be better. I got on the bed and moved so that my body was closer to Nat’s. I could still touch her and move my hands freely between us.
I put my hand on her ass and grazed it with soft gentle strokes, while I leaned over and kissed her shoulder, moving up to her neck and nestling in right behind her ear.
“I love you so much,” I whispered.
Her mouth fell open a little and she gasped a breath inward. I felt her hand reach back and hold to my face.
While Nat and I were a little distracted Olivia made quick delicate work in spreading love to every piece of Natalie’s skin. Soft kisses and her tongue taking time to travel over smooth patches of her surface.
Nat moaned in a way that meant a lot to me. She usually moaned when I touched her but this moan was beautiful agony, the pain of waiting, a want for more.
“Baby,” she moaned, turning her head and pushing for me to kiss her. Her tongue surged inside of my mouth and her grip on my hair was purposeful. She needed me.
I let her lead the kiss and took to squeezing her hip. My hand had traveled there without intention. She was so thirsty and I needed her just as much as she needed me. I didn’t know what Olivia was doing but I could feel her hand find the skin of my side.
Natalie gasped in my mouth.
I pulled back a little so I could watch and ascertain what was happening. It was captivating to watch Olivia love my Nat.
She was so lost in what she was doing. I didn't realize how still I was until Nat groaned and moved her ass against my center.
“Touch her,” I said to Olivia.
“I want to,” she half-whispered. As she was saying it she smoothed the front of her body up against Nat’s, really pressing her skin to touch each inch of her skin, feel each part of her. All the events of the past few months had culminated here. “Baby,” I heard Olivia whisper to Nat in pained need.
Nat gasped and turned her face to meet Olivia’s. They were kissing again, it was heavy and sexy, nothing tame. Olivia was pulling and pushing at the same time with the way that she kissed. Her hands did other things.
They whimpered while exchanging passion that only I got to see. It was surreal.
After a few seconds of the fighting Olivia pulled away and laid her forehead against Natalie’s chest to make herself stop and calm and breathe. “Fuck,” she whined sweetly.
Nat tugged her back up to face her. When she kissed her this time she controlled it, pacing Olivia and teaching her again that she could be capable of slowing down.
When Nat whimpered into the slow kiss and hot exchange of breath, I knew she was more emotional than I'd seen her in a long time. Olivia could build her up and break her down.
It was utterly hot and I felt a sense of gratification seeing how much they were both affected by one another.
I stayed still and turned into a total voyeur as they continued to kiss. I began to silently wish for Olivia to touch Nat in more intimate regions.
It was apparent though, Oli
via was in no rush, Nat ached but she slowed her, helped her, just the act of kissing seemed enough to sustain them, for weeks and months and possibly years. They could go that long without noticing that time, on this earth, was an actual limited thing.
Their fervor rose and fell like the beautiful pattern of waves on the ocean. They'd come close to moving farther but then one or the other would whimper and the other would draw back, become thoughtful, and slow things down to an aching calm.
They were beautiful. It was easy to feel some of what they were feeling, if not in the physical, the emotional. They were reconnecting. It was needed. I did wonder if I needed to be here but I was too caught up in what was unfolding before my eyes to really worry about that.
This wasn’t sex.
This was love.
32
(Olivia)
Morning eventually came. What we had done lasted well into the night, surpassing time and maybe even falling apart from it. There was an obvious divide.
In my waking state I had several moments to think back on what we’d all done in the darkness.
Funny how inhibitions can just disappear, as well as the process of thought. All it took was a few words and I was drowning in things I'd been wanting for a long long time.
I hate to say that it was worth it.
All the years of waiting and wanting.
It's probably wrong of me to feel this way but I can't help but revel in this time here with Natalie, with both of them.
The winds in my life have taken a very long time to change. Maybe I knew it was coming. Maybe that's why I decided to stay. Or come here at all.
Either way, there was magic here and I felt it inside of me. When was the last time I felt so well and alive?
Oddly, my mind wandered toward pregnant women and the happiness they describe upon first finding out. The glow. The lightness. Before things become real and heavy, a new dimension opens and they float inside of it- a weightless single entity in loving space, feeling nothing but potential for a new world, a new way to be.
I woke against Natalie’s chest. My chin tucked, forehead resting against her perfect warm skin. My hands were placed over her breasts. When I fell to sleep she must've been holding me to her.
Could I remember that part? Not really.
I remembered her tongue in my mouth, my sex aching for her touch. I remembered how at one point Avery began to kiss my back, breathe my neck, and whisper to me.
I could cry, it was so perfect. And when I woke, I thought: I might never have another perfect night like this again.
But I wasn't sad. The opposite.
Sleep took me once I knew I was most alive.
My muscles ache now, in a good way that only means I’d been given the things I wanted.
I looked up at Natalie, trailed my fingertips down her cheek. She was so endlessly beautiful. The only person I could ever love this way.
The warmth at my waist was everything though. An arm locked tightly around me, Avery’s body, keeping me as hers.
Joy spread within me.
I wanted it again and again, all that we had.
I moved Avery’s arm and snuck down the bed to use the bathroom, they were too beautiful right there. I stood a second at the foot of the bed, watching them, that empty space where I’d been.
Removing myself, I experienced laughter; joy.
Again, these were foreign things; unexpected. The last time I slept with someone I may have enjoyed it a little but it was nothing like this. I felt like running, singing.
I changed into running clothes and took off out the front door. They'd both sleep a lot longer. I knew that by now.
I ran until I got out all my hyper energy. A second wind had come and gone. The joy from being seen after years of invisibility or indifference. When I limped back into the house I was so dehydrated and so spent that I'd need a long massage, a gallon of water, and maybe two full days to come back from all that had happened in the last 12 hours.
Nat and Avery were in the kitchen, just beginning to wake up.
Notes of brewing coffee hit my nose.
“Where'd you go,” Nat laughed at the sight of me.
“Just a run,” I breathed, peeling my wet socks off. I needed to shower. Bad.
I walked past them, touching a hand to Avery’s waist as I pulled around her to grab a water bottle out of the fridge and chug it down. I purposely brushed the front of my body against the back of hers. Boundaries were dead for me here. I would do what I wanted until somebody told me to stop.
She leaned back and let me feel her against my body. She turned her head and took a long breath.
“You smell good. You’ve got all the pheromones going,” she smiled.
I stared and smiled back, surprised but overfilled with happiness. “I'm gonna shower,” I said.
“Alone?”
“You wanna come?” I asked. I'd be happy for her company. There was no doubt about that.
“Yes, please,” she said, grinning at me.
“Come on,” I said, passing Nat in the process and bumping into her.
When I looked back at her she laughed and shook her head. She didn't follow us.
“You’re not coming?” Avery called back.
“Uh, not this time,” she laughed again. “I’m barely awake.”
Avery ran back and grabbed Nat’s face, laying a long kiss on her and then pecking her once on the nose.
“I love you,” Avery told her.
“Be good,” Nat stared, teasing us.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen, babe,” Avery assured her, bounding off.
Nat rolled her eyes and I laughed.
I walked up the stairs, taking small sips of my water.
There was something about it. The wind changed, just like I said.
When we got in the bathroom Avery shut the door and I started the water.
My clothes were next. I began to peel them off.
She watched me, slight grin on her face, and then she moved closer, putting a hand on my hip.
“You’re ridiculously hot, you know,” she said.
Her eyes on me returned that fire from last night, that desire, only now I swear, somehow it was stronger.
“I'm not,” I said, shaking my head.
“Don’t argue with me. It’s two against one. Nat agrees,” she decided.
She took her clothes off and came back to stand with me.
“Last night was amazing,” she said.
“It was more than that,” I corrected. “Come on.”
I motioned for her to get in the shower with me.
“You’re right but words don’t really cover it,” she replied.
She followed and stood behind me.
I stepped in and pulled her to join me. The spray hit me and I tugged her beneath it, arms circling her waist. “Do you wanna talk about it,” I wondered.
“Ah, sure,” she said.
“Do you ever feel like your entire life has led you up to something. Like one moment can explain everything that's ever happened to you?”
I stared up at her, wondering.
As I spoke though, I realized. More than anything, I wanted to kiss her again.
“Yeah, when I met Nat,” she explained.
“That's how I feel today,” I let her know. “Like everything brought me here. Every little thing.”
“It does feel rather fateful. I didn’t know how I would feel this morning but I’m just happy. I feel like we have balance,” Avery said.
“Yeah?” I asked, wanting to know what she thought.
I moved my hands down her skin, pulling her closer and staring up at her lovingly. My wrists rested at the edge of her tailbone. I knew how close I was to just giving in to my urges, leaning forward and tasting her skin, pushing her to kiss me.
I wanted to curl into her, feel her holding me again like she did on the bed.
“Yeah, I knew something was different when you came along and now it just seems right
,” she continued.
“I can't believe this is happening but I love it,” I said, pulling her closer and kissing her skin.
“Really? You don’t just want Nat?” She asked, trying to make it sound light.