by Desmond Haas
“What are you going to do when he gets home?” Sam asked. “Are you going to try and get back together?”
“Oh, yeah. First I’m going to take him to bed and wear him out. I’ll make him eat every last word he ever said about me.”
“Linda, I thought the both of you fancied each other.”
“I thought so too but, you know, Graham is right. I was repressed in the bedroom.”
“Until today,” Sam said.
“Until today,” Linda agreed, smiling.
“If all that were true, what made you decide to come over here?” Sam asked.
“Since you two started dating, Marisa has been on the telephone constantly, telling me everything, and she sounded so happy. I wanted some of that happiness. I really love and trust Marisa, so when she asked, it took but a minute for everything to pop into place.
“I thought coming here would be safe, and I wouldn’t be under the microscope, as I was the last few times Graham and I had sex. My resolve, however, fell through when I got here. I was scared to death and didn’t know if I could go through with it.”
“Yeah, you looked like you were ready to run,” I said. “What changed?”
“Sam brought me in here and I, at first, thought he was going to fuck me, but he sat me down at the end of the bed and pulled up the chair, and we chatted. He told me to do what I wanted, to follow my feelings.
“I wanted to do this, but I was scared. When I came out of this room, I was still shaking, but I didn’t want to make up my mind to do anything until I calmed down. Sam, when you hugged me while I was making tea, it meant a lot. First, you gave me you to hold onto, and I remembered everything Marisa said about you and how I could trust you. Then you kissed me and left.
“I became curious as to what you were doing. I thought I would watch for a while, before trying to join in, so I took off my clothes until I got down to my undies, but then I got confused as to whether I could be naked in front of Sam and worried that he wouldn’t want me.
“I came in here and saw how relaxed you looked in Sam’s arms. I wanted him next to me, but couldn’t get off the chair. I didn’t know if I should ask, join in, or if there was some protocol I didn’t know. Thanks for taking care of me. Besides not feeling sexually frustrated any more, I’m quite relaxed with the both of you.”
“How did you feel kissing Marisa?” Sam asked.
“At first I didn’t know what she wanted, just a peck or an open mouth kiss. With you fucking me, and she and I kissing, I didn’t feel any hesitation. Between your cock and her mouth, I was over the top.”
“What about when I went down on you, licking Sam’s cum and then getting you off?”
“I almost came again when you lapped his cum. It popped into my head that what you were doing represented the three of us. I really hoped you wouldn’t stop after cleaning him from me. It so turned me on. If you hadn’t continued, I would have asked you to.
“I’ve known you for most of my life,” Linda continued, “and can honestly say I really love you. You mean the world to me, and now, after sharing Sam, I’m envious. While I don’t believe I’m gay or even bi, it’s different with you. You’re part of me, and I would do anything for you. Having you go down on me was so emotional; that’s why I came so quickly.”
I jumped on top of Linda and started kissing her. “I love you too.”
Sam watched us kissing and said, “Okay. Both of you break it up. You’re making me hard.”
Linda and I looked at each other, giggled, and both jumped on Sam, knocking him flat on the bed. We all joined in a group hug and held each other for a bit until Linda, looking back to grab a pillow, saw Sam’s cock at attention. She turned around, put her hand around it and put her mouth over it. She sucked on it for a little bit, but pulled off and sat to the side.
“Something the matter?” Sam asked. “That was starting to feel good!”
“While I would really love to give you a blow job, I think it’s Marisa’s turn to get off. Turn over, dear.”
I turned over, and Linda got between my legs and kissed me, gently sucking my clit, while putting a couple of fingers inside me. Sam, with nothing better to do, lay back to watch and started rubbing Linda’s back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam move to go behind Linda and thought he’s going to fuck her, while she eats me. He knelt behind her and looking at her ass, licked his index finger and gently rubbed it around her hole. Sam told me he had never fucked anyone anally before, and it had always intrigued him.
Linda moaned and moved her ass from side to side, swaying and not trying to escape Sam’s finger. He put the tip of his finger in the center of the hole, gave it just a little bit of pressure. Linda moaned again and pushed her ass back against his finger, swallowing it to the first knuckle. He pushed it in deeper, and she pushed back again to get his finger in further. Once it was in as far as it could go, he started finger-fucking her ass.
Meanwhile, I was moaning. Linda’s mouth on my pussy, her tongue licking my slit drove me towards blessedly welcome relief. In an aroused state all day, without release, I quickly got to the point where I crested. My legs shook, and I put a pillow over my face and screamed into it.
I recovered to see Linda with her butt raised, moaning continuously. Sam was behind her, pushing his hand back and forth with two fingers in her ass. Thinking I could help, I crawled behind Linda. I inserted a couple of my fingers in Linda’s pussy and fucked her opposite from Sam’s thrusting. I had barely started when Linda’s orgasm collapsed her, shaking to the mattress.
Catching her breath, Linda said, “I’ve never had more than one orgasm in a day, and I thought any day I had one to be special.”
“Linda,” I asked, “how did it feel when Sam put his fingers in you?”
“In my ass? It’s a different feeling, but quite intense.”
“Would you do it again?”
“With his finger? Sure. With something larger, like his cock…I don’t think I’d like that. What about you?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to discuss it with Sam before I make up my mind.”
Sam listened to us for a few seconds, then got up to go to the bathroom while Linda and I went to the kitchen to get some water. He soon joined us and the three of us pulled food from the fridge.
I looked around after a bit, and all three of us were lying around on the bed, completely naked and snacking on fresh fruit and anything else Sam had in the fridge. To anyone else, it may have looked strange. All I saw were two of my very best friends with no inhibitions with each other.
Linda had been my closest friend since we were twelve. Over the years, we shared everything and always supported each other. I had never looked at her sexually, never thought of kissing her, except for a quick peck hello or goodbye, but we were close friends. I couldn’t see where sharing intimacy, like we did, could be anything but good for us. As for Sam, I was certain I was falling in love with him, but I didn’t want to say anything to him until after we settled his job situation, and we were together.
We all fell asleep, and I woke later to find Sam looking at me. “Hi,” I said to him.
“Hi, there. Do you know how beautiful you look today and how beautiful you are while you’re sleeping?”
“No, I’ve never seen myself sleeping.” I said with a grin.
“You’ve done a good thing and made today special for two people. I know I haven’t paid as much attention to you as I have Linda. I apologize for that.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. This was my gift and I’m happy I could do it. You both seemed to have enjoyed yourselves.”
“I did, but I missed you.”
“You don’t have to say that, you know. Watching the both of you, besides being bloody erotic, allowed me to fulfill your college dreams. We helped her too. I originally wanted to bring Linda to make your fantasy real. It was a bonus for me to see she needed this day as well. She’s been caught up in so much of my happiness, I believe I’ve neglected to see what
was going on in her life.”
“What do you think she’ll do now about the boyfriend?
“She will probably have Graham come over to talk and maybe go to bed with him, but at some point, she will have to decide whether he is the right man for her. He has to be open to her needs, and so far, he evidently hasn’t shown it.”
“What about you?” Sam asked.
“What about me?”
“What is it I can do for you? Do I make you happy?
“Sam, I’ve never been happier and more content. Sex is not the only reason I’m here. I love being with you and just talking, or walking and holding hands, or just being in the same room with you. Someday, remind me to tell you about all you’ve taught me and how you have made me a much better person.”
“Why not now?” Sam asked and smiled. “I’m listening.”
“I can’t now because I want to kiss you.”
Sam and I kissed like two school sweethearts, necking behind a building. For a long while, we kissed and touched each other, held hands, and rubbed our legs together. Linda slept on one side of the bed, and we were on the other. Holding Sam close to me, where I could feel his chest, stomach, and legs, and hear his heartbeat, put me in a blissful state. At times, we stopped and just looked in each other’s eyes, and I’d play with his hair.
Without any rush, we both wanted a slow build up to love play. I cupped Sam’s cock and he grew in my hand. When that happened, I got warm and wet, the feeling you get when your body responds to your lover’s needs.
Holding Sam’s cock in my hand, I stroked it slowly. He had one of my nipples between his finger and thumb, rolling it back and forth. We stopped kissing, and Sam angled himself on his side so he could see what I was doing to him and also see my body.
He released my nipple, flattened his hand out, and used his taut palm to barely brush the top of it. The slight tickle against my sensitive nipple sent waves of pleasure through me.
I moved his hand away and pushed him on his back. I wanted to be on top of him and put his cock in my mouth. That left my pussy right above Sam’s face; I wanted just as much to feel his mouth on me.
Over the next few minutes, Sam devoured my pussy as I stroked and mouthed his cock. I realized, even though I’d already had a few hours of sex that day, I wanted Sam to make love to me. I wanted to surrender everything I was to him.
He made me so happy, I cried freely as I sat up and looked at him, my tears falling down my cheeks. Before he could say anything, I put a finger to his lips to silence him. I wanted to look at Sam and take in every part of him.
Linda was awake by then and sitting up on her side of the bed, crying as well. I knew she saw my tears. This was my time with Sam, both of us wanting only each other.
“Sam,” I said, barely choking the words out. “Sam, I want you to make love to me.”
This wonderful, gentle man gathered me into his arms, gazed at me with ardor, and said, “With all my heart.”
He pulled me down on the bed, rolling over me to between my legs. For a minute or two, he looked at me, moving his gaze from one part of me to another, as if memorizing me before inserting his cock. Slowly and with gentleness only he has, he thrust back and forth and delicately kissed my tears away. When they were gone, he pulled my arms above my head, holding them there, and he gave me his mouth. Slowly moving his cock in and out of me, he kissed me, and our tongues stroked one another. I picked up my legs and locked my ankles around his waist. Every time he thrust inside me, I used my legs to pull him more, forcing my clit against the base of his cock. When they say time stands still, they’re right. At that moment, time stopped, and there was nothing else in the universe but the two of us and our bodies loving one another while I climbed in intensity and craved release. We stopped kissing and pulled our heads apart far enough to watch each other. We were moving faster now, his balls slapping my ass and my clit buzzing with need. I prayed I could come with him.
Sam’s eyes looked so beautiful, feasting on me. I wasn’t too far from coming and pulled on my legs with all the strength I had left. Sam pummeled me, his cock seeming to drive deeper with each thrust, and my body gratefully accepting everything he gave.
Drops of perspiration were flowing from my hairline, our skin was slick, and Sam’s face was glistening. Our breathing sounded like gasps, as we worked towards giving each other what we both wanted and needed.
At the exact instant of release, Sam thrust forward and said, “I love you,” and we went over the edge together.
When we recovered, Linda sat on the chair, sniffling and drying her eyes. I gave her a small smile, and she returned it. Turning on my side, I saw Sam, still panting and completely spent. Anticipating my needs, Linda came around the bed and handed me a towel. I used it to blot Sam’s face. He smiled at me and looked over at Linda to say thanks. All Linda could do was nod.
“Would you like me to leave,” she asked.
“What for?” I said.
“So you two can be alone for a while.”
“No,” Sam said. “I’d really like it if you would lie with us, and we can enjoy your company and share what we’re feeling with you.”
Linda climbed in bed with us, and we held each other for the next hour. There wasn’t much talking or moving; we were just being together.
Later in the afternoon, Linda decided to leave and allow us to have the evening and Sunday together. “Anyway,” she said, “I’m spent, and all I want is a hot bath and to pour myself in bed.”
That gave me an idea, and I turned to Sam. “Will you excuse me for bit?”
“Come with me, Linda.” I said and took her hand, walking her to the bathroom. I started the shower, and we climbed in together. I soaped up a cloth and washed her completely, as my way of saying ‘thank you.’ Then, I washed myself while she rinsed.
Both Sam and I sat on the bed while she got dressed, and we walked her to the door. As she left, I realized what a great friend she really was. No one else in my life would I have trusted to do this favor, and I had little hesitation in asking her.
We ordered take-away food, as we were both too tired to go anywhere, and fell asleep quite early. Sunday we spent walking around the area, visiting the Tate Gallery and sitting in the garden.
Distance
Sam left at the end of the following week, and we promised to use the computer phone to speak as often as possible. We connected most every night with emails during the day, and although we could talk to each other so often, it wasn’t the same without him. Sam wasn’t finding any positions in the UK. It was a terrible time to be looking for a new job, especially in London.
A little over a month after he had gone back to the states, the calls and emails suddenly stopped. I tried calling him, but there was no answer. I left four or five voice mail messages that he didn’t return.
Tormented with guilt because I’d never told him I loved him, I didn’t see how I could ever fill the void in my life with Sam gone. I was certain the distance and inability to properly communicate was responsible for Sam losing contact with me.
I called Linda. “I’m sure the reason why he hasn’t contacted me is he’s found someone else. Oh, God, Linda, I don’t know what I would do if I found out he doesn’t want me.”
“Nonsense,” she said. “That’s pure rubbish, and you know it. There is a perfectly good explanation for this. Sam loves you.”
“I never told him I love him,” I said. “I wish I had, but I didn’t want to because I was afraid of this.”
I rang off with her and put myself to bed, depressed and sick with dread that I’d never see him again. My stomach churned and I couldn’t stop weeping. A while after I took to bed, my doorbell rang. I knew it had to be Linda; she’d never let me wallow in self-pity. She sat me on the couch and hugged me while I cried. After I shed my tears, we shared some wine, and I talked about all the good times I’d had with Sam, repeating how much he meant to me. I experienced tearful breakdowns, time and again, succumbing to thought
s of abandonment and being without him.
Near eleven, I told Linda it was too late for her to go home, and she should stay. There was no reason why she couldn’t get up early enough to get home and change for work. She agreed and, as I was finding something for her to wear to bed, the telephone rang.
Thinking it was Sam, I rushed to get it.
“Is this Marisa Seaforth?” a woman’s voice asked.
“Yes, it is. Who is this?” I asked. Getting a call from a stranger at this hour can’t be good news.
“This is Judith Anderson, Sam’s mother.”
“Oh, God,” I thought. “Has something happened to Sam?”
“Yes. He’s been in an accident…a bad accident. A truck…I think you call them lories over there…a truck ran him off the highway, and he went down a ravine.”
“Is he alive? How bad is it?”
I held the telephone just off my ear, so Linda could listen too. She had her hand over her mouth in shock.
“It’s not good. He’s in critical condition with a spinal cord injury and some burns on his right side. He’s stable now, but the doctors are cautious and say if he survives the next 48 hours, he may make it.”
“How did you find me?” I asked.
“After they had him stabilized him, I went to his apartment. Marisa, he’s done nothing but talk about you since he came back from London. I know he cares for you quite deeply, so I went in his computer to see if I could find some way to contact you. I called his company, and after telling them about his accident and pleading with them, they gave me your number.”
“I’m so happy you did. I didn’t know what to do when he didn’t call or write. Will you call me if there are any changes in his condition?”