Catelyn pulled away her cotton panties, very glad that she'd taken the time to wax just a few days earlier. Olivia's eyes widened at the sight of her. "William was right. You're beautiful."
Catelyn blushed. "You're gorgeous."
"Then we both win."
Olivia took her hand. "Come here."
Olivia led Catelyn in front of the full-length bedroom mirror. Catelyn blushed again, feeling skinny and small compared to Olivia's lush figure.
"Watch," Olivia ordered. Catelyn raised her eyes to the mirror, seeing her small figure with her sunburnt arms and legs next to Olivia's perfectly even tan.
Olivia knelt in front of Catelyn, turned her so she was standing at a three-quarter angle, able to see herself and Olivia.
Then Olivia lightly licked Catelyn's clit, and Catelyn gasped.
Olivia grasped her hips. "Keep watching," she ordered.
Catelyn obeyed, staring at the mirror, watching the gorgeous blonde woman kneeling in front of her lick her small quivering pussy. She saw the flush in her own cheeks work its way down her neck and chest, watched her body tremble with each lap and lick, Olivia focusing on her labia with the occasional tantalizing flick to her clit.
When Olivia took a hand from Catelyn's hip to gently rub her clit, moving her mouth to lick more steadily at her labia, just barely penetrating her, Catelyn started to shake.
Olivia focused, maintaining the pressure on Catelyn's clitoris, the steady licking rhythm between her legs, and Catelyn stared at the mirror, watching the muscles in her lower belly start to jump as her orgasm approached. She thought she could hear Olivia chuckle with pleasure but her blood was rushing in her ears and she couldn't stop staring in the mirror, watching Olivia focus entirely on her, licking her, stroking her, driving her relentlessly to her climax...
When Catelyn orgasmed she cried out, her body trembling and shaking, and Olivia held her still, steadily licking and rubbing.
When she started to feel overstimulated, convulsions wracking her body, Olivia carried on, one arm wrapped around her waist and holding her in place while her mouth and other hand worked.
When she gave a strangled little scream Olivia relented, her mouth slowing, her fingers lightening up on Catelyn's clit. She relaxed her grip and Catelyn stumbled a little.
Olivia gently led her to the bed, laid her down on it, letting her catch her breath.
"You ok?" Olivia asked, licking her lips.
"Oh my God," Catelyn said, staring at the ceiling.
Olivia smiled. "I'm assuming that's a good thing."
"That was amazing."
"Thank you."
Catelyn looked tentatively at Olivia's body, seeing the glistening wetness between the other woman's legs. "Can I, uh..."
Olivia smiled. "I would love you to."
"I might be terrible," Catelyn said frankly. "I've never done it."
"Listen to what I say and pay attention to how I move," Olivia said gently. "And think of what you like. Always think of what you like. That's what makes it so hard for men, they just don't know how sensitive we are."
Catelyn licked her lips. "I dunno. Aaron and William are... they're pretty good."
Olivia laughed. "Yes, they certainly are." She sat up a little, ran her hand over Catelyn's cheek. "They're not here, though. It's just you and me."
Catelyn nervously knelt between Olivia's legs. Olivia opened up, gently pulled Catelyn closer.
Catelyn stared at Olivia's slit, swollen with arousal, the labia pink and open, revealing tender, darker pink flesh inside. She could see the clit under its little hood, the color of a pink cherry and round like a pearl.
"It's alright if you want to try again later," Olivia murmured. "I know it's a little scary the first time."
Catelyn edged closer, breathing in Olivia's fragrance, lotion and perfume and the musky salty familiar smell of her pussy. She drew closer still, lightly stroking the soft skin of Olivia's labia with her fingertips, feeling her damp excitement.
Olivia lay still, watching her, breathing steadily, patiently waiting.
Catelyn kept stroking her labia, then lightly ran her fingertip over the nub of her clit. Olivia gasped. Catelyn kept her touch light, swirling in little circles over the hood, never quite touching the exposed clit, knowing how sensitive her own was.
Catelyn could feel the warmth coming off Olivia in waves, her eagerness, see the pink puffed flesh, filled with blood from her arousal.
She closed the distance, experimentally flicked her tongue over Olivia's clit.
Olivia jerked under her, clearly fighting to keep still.
Catelyn lightly licked Olivia's clit again. Again. Again.
Olivia whimpered, and that sound emboldened Catelyn to start petting her labia with both hands, stroking the soft wet flesh, her tongue lightly stimulating her clit with soft little flicks, then pressing her lips to it, rubbing, increasing the pressure.
Beneath her Olivia started to writhe. Catelyn mimicked Olivia's previous movements, rubbing her clitoris with her fingers, stroking her tongue along the inner labia. Olivia tasted salty and sweet, musky, lovely, her smell unfamiliar yet so very familiar, her skin so very, very soft. Catelyn stroked her steadily, listening, adjusting her touch according to each sound Olivia made until Olivia was panting, fisting the sheets, bucking her hips.
"Catelyn," Olivia gasped, "Just like that, keep going just like that..."
Catelyn's focus narrowed to maintaining the exact same movements, same pressure, same pace, thinking about her own habits, how easily she could lose momentum on orgasm if things changed in the wrong way or at the wrong time, determined to make Olivia scream.
Olivia did not disappoint her.
She cried out, the muscles in her abdomen fluttering and flexing as she orgasmed under Catelyn's fingers and tongue, and Catelyn felt the wetness against her tongue increase and she licked eagerly, lapping, letting Olivia's flavor flood her mouth and feeling herself grow wet at the taste, wondering if Olivia would be agreeable for a second round after she came down from her orgasm.
She licked and stroked until Olivia's hands came down, stilling her.
Catelyn looked up, licking her lips, grinning.
"You look like the cat who got the cream," Olivia observed, panting, trying to catch her breath.
Catelyn bent forward for one more lick and Olivia twitched hard.
"I think I did."
Catelyn crawled up the bed next to her new lover, drew her in for a kiss, tasted herself and Olivia mixed on her tongue, felt a bolt of heat shoot straight from her mouth to her groin.
"How was it?"
Olivia stroked her cheek. "I think you know."
"I don't mind hearing my praises sung."
"For a virgin, or for anybody, you were amazing."
Catelyn giggled a little and leaned in for another sweet candy kiss.
Olivia sighed against her mouth. "Not sure if I want a nap or another round."
"I vote for another round. Then maybe a cup of tea and a nap."
Olivia tugged Catelyn into the middle of the bed, stroking her shoulders, her arms, then sliding her hands down to cup Catelyn's breasts, brush her thumbs over the nipples.
"One more round," she murmured, her hands sliding over Catelyn's flat belly to slip between her legs and make her gasp.
As Olivia moved her hands between Catelyn's legs, as Catelyn's hips jerked to meet her, Olivia drew Catelyn in for another long, smoldering kiss.
A few more firm pumps with her hand and Catelyn was quivering around Olivia's fingers, giving a shuddering sigh against Olivia's mouth.
Catelyn reached down with trembling hands to return the favor. Olivia caught her wrists, brought her hands up, planted little kisses on her fingers.
"Shh. It's okay."
She drew Catelyn closer, let her snuggle against her chest.
Catelyn felt a tear slip down her cheek. She tried to surreptitiously wipe it away.
"Hey." Olivia put a hand under Catelyn's c
hin and gently angled her face up. "What's wrong?"
"That was really good," Catelyn whispered, then stifled a sob.
What the hell was wrong with her? She felt good, she felt safe, she'd had two wonderful orgasms and it seemed like Olivia liked her too...
Olivia pulled her closer, let her cry. Catelyn wrapped her arms around the other woman and burrowed in, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"William mentioned that you were upset yesterday," Olivia murmured, stroking Catelyn's hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Catelyn was silent.
"It's alright," Olivia continued, her warm breath tickling Catelyn's hair. "You can talk if you like, you don't have to if you don't want to, we can stay here all afternoon..."
"How long have you and William had an open relationship?" Catelyn whispered.
Olivia kept stroking her hair. "As long as we've been together, really. We started dating on the understanding that we weren't exclusive, we would bring other partners in on occasion when we met people we really liked, and we both found that we're very compatible but liked things the way they were, so we got married but kept the arrangement the same. It works out well as long as you communicate."
Olivia gave Catelyn a moment to mull this over, then asked, "Is this the first time you've gone outside the normal boundaries of your marriage?"
Catelyn bit her lip.
"...no."
"I see. What happened?"
"I... I cheated on Aaron."
Olivia kept stroking Catelyn's hair. If she was judging her, she gave no sign of it.
"If you want, you can tell me what happened," Olivia prompted after a few moments.
Catelyn kept snuggled into Olivia, avoiding eye contact. "It was a guy at work. Aaron was away a lot on a job and I was working a lot too and I spent more time with this guy than I did with Aaron and one day we were having lunch and he, um, he kissed me."
"How long did the affair last?" Olivia asked.
"What?" Catelyn pulled back a little, wiped tears from her face. "No, we kissed and I quit hanging out with him so much, and shortly after that the job ended."
Olivia stared at her. "I thought you said you cheated."
"Well, that's..."
"A kiss? That was it? Nothing more?"
"I talked to him about a lot of stuff..." Catelyn looked away.
"Did anything physical aside from the kiss happen?" Olivia pressed.
"No. That was it."
"And you felt bad."
"Of course. I told Aaron. We had a huge fight, and things haven't really been the same since, and I guess... I guess he thought that this would help."
Olivia stroked Catelyn's cheek. Catelyn closed her eyes.
"From the outside, your marriage looks rock-solid," Olivia murmured. "William and I don't pursue couples that look like they're in trouble. It's usually bad news."
Catelyn sighed. "I want to fix this. Aaron thought an open relationship might be good and he's brought it up in the past but I had no idea how to go about doing that, so nothing came of it." She turned to Olivia. "And I was terrified of being with you."
Olivia propped herself up on one elbow, utterly unselfconscious, her bare body smooth and perfect. "Do you feel like Aaron's pushing you into doing things you don't want to?"
Catelyn looked at the ceiling, then at Olivia. "I liked being with you. A lot."
Olivia nodded. "That doesn't answer my question."
Catelyn considered this for another moment. "...no. I was scared when you and I met up but if I'd been really uncomfortable, if I really didn't want to do it, I would have said no."
"Good." Olivia lay back down, stretched. "You need to be sure you're doing this for the right reasons, Catelyn. It's supposed to be fun, not terrifying, not coercive, and certainly not something you do just to make your husband happy."
"Has Aaron said anything to you about this?"
Olivia shook her head. "Aaron's excited about the foursome. He likes to participate but he also very much likes to watch." She laughed. "William's the same. Loves watching."
Catelyn sighed.
"Catelyn. You need to tell us. If you don't want to do this, you don't have to."
Catelyn snuggled back into Olivia, snuggled into the other woman's welcoming softness and sweet fragrance. "I want to," she whispered.
TUESDAY
"You're sure about this?"
"Of course," Catelyn lied.
She smiled sweetly at Aaron. It was what he wanted, and while she'd been with William and been with Olivia and both experiences had been amazing, she was still nervous. Knowing Aaron wanted them all together, knowing how important it was to him, she understood, but still, anxiety curled in her belly like a cold snake.
Aaron took Catelyn's hand, and her stomach turned at his touch, but she squeezed it nonetheless. She wanted this to work.
Together, they walked to the front door.
Catelyn rang the bell.
Olivia opened the door, looking even lovelier than Catelyn remembered.
Last time they'd met, Catelyn had felt threatened by her beauty. Now, still high on the memory of their last encounter, she felt anticipation and excitement, mingled with the anxiety from the car ride to Olivia and William's place.
"Catelyn! Aaron! So good to see you. Come in!"
Olivia pulled Catelyn in for a hug in a cloud of now-familiar sweet perfume and faint lotion. She held Catelyn for a moment, then kissed her cheek, then her mouth.
Catelyn closed her eyes, kissed Olivia back, that familiar candy gloss taste sending a rapid-fire slideshow of Olivia's lush sweet body through her head and kindling burning heat between her legs. She raised her hands to cup Olivia's face, hold her close as she melted into the kiss.
Out of the corner of her eye she felt Aaron watching them intently.
Olivia released her, smiled, then turned to Aaron, pulled him in for an embrace. Catelyn looked away as they kissed as well.
She looked around as she tugged off her shoes and Olivia and Aaron got reacquainted.
Strange to think she'd been in this house just a few days ago, having stairway sex with William, then crying her eyes out with him while he coaxed her to eat spaghetti.
William appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. He tossed the towel on the counter when he saw his guests.
"Catelyn." His tone said far more than her name.
Aaron, having released Olivia, looked at both Catelyn and William sharply.
Catelyn could feel Aaron's scrutiny but she smiled and opened her arms. William embraced her. Hard.
She breathed him in, musky cologne and aftershave and light fresh laundry soap, and sighed. "Hi William."
"I'm so glad you both could come." William released her, turned to Aaron, and shook his hand.
Olivia had vanished into the kitchen and reappeared with an open bottle of red.
"Come in, come in," she called, pouring glasses.
Aaron, Catelyn, and William joined Olivia in the kitchen, gathering around the island.
Olivia picked up her glass and raised it in a toast, prompting the other three to lift theirs. She smiled a brilliant, beautiful smile.
"To new beginnings."
Aaron grinned at her, and Catelyn's stomach turned again as she watched her husband's gaze move over the other woman's face. "Hear hear." He clicked his glass to Olivia's.
William was watching Catelyn. He clinked his glass to hers, and she jerked a little, startled out of watching Aaron.
Everyone sipped.
There was a moment of silence where Catelyn wondered what they were supposed to do, how these things were meant to proceed. William and Olivia had taken the lead with her... what had Aaron done?
Then William broke the silence with, "So, how's the edit coming?"
For awhile they stood around the kitchen island and chatted about work. William, Aaron, and Catelyn would be returning to staff the same project the following weekend, while Olivia had a few more weeks off.<
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Catelyn could feel the tension in her body unwind as they talked, feeling the pressure to act, to move, to do something, lift from her shoulders.
While they talked shop, Olivia moved around to stand next to Aaron, then lightly drew her fingers over his shoulder, moving her hand up to stroke his neck.
Aaron sighed and stretched a bit, encouraging her to rub. Olivia finished her wine, set down her glass, then proceeded to press both hands firmly into Aaron's shoulders.
He groaned. "That's nice..."
Olivia smiled and leaned in, gave him a friendly kiss.
Aaron leaned forward as she drew away, stealing a second kiss.
The third kiss was a little deeper, a little slower.
With the fourth, Olivia was winding her fingers through Aaron's hair, and Aaron was setting down his glass on the counter, cupping her face with his hands, sighing a little.
Catelyn realized she was squeezing her wine glass when she heard her fingers make a tiny squeaking sound against the hard smooth surface.
She knocked her wine back and set the empty glass on the counter as well.
Then she felt William behind her, placing his hands on her hips.
Catelyn trembled a little, feeling the warmth of William's large hands on her hips, the light brush of his shirt against her back, the heat of his body through her clothes.
William brushed his lips against her ear and she gave an involuntary little moan.
"Do you like watching them?"
Catelyn couldn't take her eyes off of Olivia and Aaron. Aaron had his hands up Olivia's shirt and Catelyn could imagine the smooth soft skin he found there, could remember the silky texture of it from their encounter the day before. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she could barely hear William speak. She felt immensely turned on and furious at the same time and the intensity of both emotions was overwhelming.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "I think so."
William gently turned her to him. "You don't have to watch."
He kissed her.
William's mouth was dry wine and faint tea and something earthy and undefinable, something sweetly familiar and safe, and Catelyn grabbed onto that safety with both hands. She crushed her mouth to his, hearing him gasp in surprise at her ferocity.
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