The Mountains Trilogy (Boxed Set)

by Phoebe Alexander

  You're moaning all around me, your breath heavy and falling on my face, your muscles rigid and poised, and your cock growing harder. I am a vessel of your pleasure. Lying beneath you, feeling your weight on me, I love thinking that I am the source of your ecstasy. Finally you whisper, "Now, baby, come with me," but I have already started shuddering beneath you, those last thoughts finishing me off. I'm still feeling my spasms around you as you release deep inside me.

  You lie there, spent, your head on my chest until you become too sensitive and need to pull out. I feel your seed start to leak out onto my thighs as you shift beside me and pull me close to you, summing it up in three words: "That was intense."

  And I have nothing to say except that I am yours. No holding back. Risks be damned, I’m all in.

  ***

  Chapter Seventeen

  The Birthday

  Spring began to unfurl its fresh green wings throughout the Mid-Atlantic shortly after Sarah returned from Denver. James had stayed through the first day of her conference and accompanied her to Breckenridge to visit Aunt Sally. Sarah’s favorite aunt was practically her mother’s twin, being only eighteen months her junior. Aunt Sally had conjured up all sorts of embarrassing tales from Sarah’s youth to amuse and entertain James. Sarah happily contemplated why this potentially awkward meeting seemed so familiar and comfortable. The conference presentation had also gone well, and Sarah exuded a strength and assurance that she had long subdued. She felt rejuvenated.

  But nothing was better than coming home to James, who seemed to finally be integrating Sarah into his life. She had been decompartmentalized. After spending time with him in Denver, she sensed a closeness with him that she had longed to feel for a man for years. She felt as if she was blooming, just like the sunny yellow daffodils and indigo crocuses lining the stone-studded walk to her front door.

  She had made James promise her one thing: to be honest with her, even if he thought what he had to say might hurt her feelings. “Trust me to be able to handle what you need to say,” she’d told him. “If this is going to work, then we need to be open and transparent.”

  He agreed, but she could see it was not going to be easy for him. He was so used to boxing things away, compartmentalizing and repressing. She didn’t know whether to blame his Catholic upbringing, military service, or the simple fact he was a man. In any case, she felt like she had been slowly deprogramming him, positively reinforcing his openness and willingness to share, gently prodding when he seemed to shut down.

  Rachel invited them over for a “welcome home” dinner shortly after the conference. Sarah watched Rachel give James a wink when she went to hug him as if to say, “We did it!” She was a little gloat-y over her hand in their reconciliation, but Sarah tried to humor her. That night at dinner she proposed a toast, “To Sarah and James, may your love grow and bloom and may you find the happiness together that Jack and I have found.” She turned to Jack and mouthed the words “I love you,” as she clinked glasses around the table.

  Then she pulled another rabbit out of her hat: “Sarah, your birthday is in a few weeks, and serendipitously falls on a Saturday. You know what that means, right?”

  “I don’t,” Sarah admitted, “but I’m a little scared to find out!” She scanned her best friend’s face waiting for the answer.

  Jack laughed, knowing what the devious glint in his fiancée’s eyes meant. “Which birthday are we celebrating this year, beautiful?” he inquired.

  “Thirty-seventh,” Sarah replied, “which naturally needs no big celebration.” She arched an eyebrow at Rachel, whose face was painted with mischievous excitement.

  “Au contraire, my Little Pumpkin!” Rachel’s devilish laugh filled the room. James was grinning in anticipation and Jack was on the edge of his seat, waiting for the announcement he knew was coming.

  “Alright, out with it!” Sarah demanded and turning to James questioned, “Are you in on this too?” He shook his head but then his laughter gave him away. She couldn’t believe all three were conspiring against her.

  “Two words,” Rachel finally offered, her smile almost splitting her face in half, “House Party!!!”

  “Oh Rachel,” she stammered, “you shouldn’t have.” She glanced at James and then back at Rachel, shooting her an uncertain look, attempting to communicate: I don’t think he’s ready for that.

  “Too late, the invitations have gone out. And I get to give the birthday girl her first spanking!” Rachel exclaimed. Jack looked on with approval. James was a little harder to read: happy but blissfully ignorant? Sarah determined.

  Three weeks later, she and James were en route to Rachel’s for the birthday party, and Sarah was nervously reviewing all the etiquette with him. “Open doors mean you can watch. Closed doors mean don’t go in. Always ask before you join in or touch anyone.”

  “Sarah,” he gently placed his hand over hers on her knee, “I’m not going to leave your side. Don’t worry; I will be fine.”

  “Okay, okay,” Sarah conceded. “I just don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, sweetheart. You’d tell me if you didn’t want to do this, right?”

  “Of course I would. Please stop, I just want you to enjoy your birthday, okay?”

  Sarah nodded, her heart fluttery. She knew she’d feel better after a glass of wine. Should James drink? Or not drink? Come to think of it, I have never seen him drunk, she thought deviously. But his first house party is probably not the time for that. James pulled into Rachel’s driveway and took the spot nearest her car, knowing they’d be blocked in by the other party guests, but they’d already discussed spending the night. Rachel had insisted, as a matter of fact.

  Sarah burst in and Rachel was standing right there beside the door, as if she knew she’d be arriving at that precise moment. She held out a sparkly rhinestone tiara which she promptly affixed to Sarah’s head. Jack swathed her in a sash that read in purple glitter: “Birthday Queen.” Rachel smoothed Sarah’s deep marine blue dress down over her bust and hips and then posed her and James for a picture. “Now kiss!” she commanded and captured the couple with their lips locked as well. Sarah was certain it was the first time she and James had been photographed together.

  Moments later the guests began to arrive. Sarah hadn’t seen many of their mutual friends for over a year. She’d been so busy with her summertime self-denial; then work, James and family all fall and winter. She was humbled that so many people had turned out to celebrate with her despite her absence at an entire year’s worth of events. There were also some new friends that Rachel had made in the past year in her adventures with Jack.

  James watched Sarah work the crowd, witnessing her effortless transformation into the role of social butterfly. Her smile was broad, her eyes gracious, and she always gave warm hugs or kisses in lieu of handshakes. Most of the time, if James was within her line of vision, she called him over to be introduced as well. “This is my boyfriend James,” she proudly announced. He noted that no one used last names: only first names with this crowd. She was also careful never to mention that he was in the military. In fact, no one talked about their work, he observed.

  Even though many aspects of the party seemed completely mundane to him: the eating, the drinking, the small talk about the weather, there was a different energy in this group. There was an openness, a sensuality, and a welcomeness that was palpable. Conversations he floated in and out of ranged from family life, to trips and vacations, to parties and clubs attended. Almost everything was upbeat, light, and suggestive with plenty of innuendo.

  He began to notice Sarah gravitating toward one particular couple. She was a curvaceous redhead, a few inches taller than Sarah, with creamy white skin and piercing green eyes. Her husband had handsome features accented by dark, salt-and-pepper sprinkled hair and a matching goatee. He had just finished his second beer and Rachel had announced it was almost time to cut the birthday cake. “James,” Sarah called, motioning him over, “Scott and Felicity are originally
from Denver. I was just telling them about our trip there last month.”

  “Great city,” James remarked, sliding himself into the conversation. Sarah watched Felicity’s eyes sparkle as she scanned James up and down. “Can’t wait to go back and visit.”

  “Are you both going out for the wedding?” Scott asked. “Maybe you can spend a few extra days? You should try white water rafting this time!” he suggested helpfully.

  “Oh,” James replied, “that would be great, but unfortunately I won’t be able to make Rachel and Jack’s wedding. I’ll be away on business.”

  Felicity twirled an auburn curl between her thumb and forefinger. “That’s a shame,” she cooed. “I was hoping I would get to see you again.”

  James smiled and glanced at Sarah for approval. “I know,” Sarah lamented, “no one is more disappointed that he won’t be there than me.” Her face brightened a bit as she added, “But feel free to enjoy him tonight.” She winked at Felicity and James’ face flushed. She grazed his back lightly with her fingertips, stroking up and down from his neck to his waist. He moved a little closer to her, his hand guiding her hip toward his pelvis where she could feel his erection straining against his pants.

  Felicity was beaming, “Oh, I would most certainly enjoy that...but later... Looks like Rachel needs you for the cake cutting!”

  Sarah moved toward the dining room where Rachel wielded the cake knife and a small black leather paddle. “Before we cut the cake, we need to give the Birthday Girl her spankings!” Rachel announced, her piercing voice gaining the attention of every guest. She handed the paddle to James. “I was going to do the honors myself, but I think you should get the first whack, right?” she asked, her hazel eyes gleaming.

  “You bet,” James replied and moved Sarah out in front of the table so she was on display for everyone to see. He bent her at the waist and lifted her dress to reveal a lacy black thong dividing her smooth, round lily-white cheeks. He poised the paddle just above her right cheek and delivered a solid wallop that elicited a nice, tight, high-pitched cracking sound coupled with a squeal from the birthday girl’s lips.

  “You’ve got to count, Sarah,” Rachel chastised her, the wicked grin still spread across her face.

  “My bad,” Sarah said, laughing, almost having forgotten her friend’s sadistic streak. “That’s 1.”

  Rachel, Jack, Scott, Felicity, and the other guests each followed suit with Sarah counting each spanking. There were almost enough attendees to divide the spankings evenly, up to 34. Felicity, Rachel and James took the last three and James added one more “to grow on.” Sarah’s posterior was glowing bright red by the end of the exercise. She straightened up and smoothed her dress back down. “I definitely deserve some cake after that!”

  Rachel lit the candles and made some sort of comment about what she wouldn’t mind doing with the hot wax, but Sarah shot her a look that said I’ve tried to be good sport, but that’s crossing the line. The entire crowd sang a rousing, off-key rendition of “Happy Birthday” and Sarah filled her lungs with air to blow out the 37 candles. But first she made the traditional silent birthday wish: “I want James to be mine.” She extinguished all the candles in a single attempt.

  Felicity slinked through the crowd like a snake, and in a flash was by James’ side again, her green eyes lusty and wanton. Sarah noticed she was so close to him that her breasts were grazing his arm and one of her hands had slipped around his waist as she whispered something in his ear. He nodded and Sarah watched his eyes avert to her milky white cleavage. When Felicity started to pull him toward the hallway though, he stopped. “We’re bringing Sarah and Scott too, right?”

  A barely discernible spot of disappointment eked its way across her face. “Oh, you only do same room?”

  Sarah took Felicity’s hand and drew very near to her so as not to make a scene. “It’s his first time full swapping,” she said softly, close to her ear. Felicity nodded in understanding then scanned the room for Scott and motioned for him to follow them back to the bedrooms.

  James had only caught the words “full swapping,” and looked to Sarah for an explanation, but she’d already grabbed Scott’s arm and was pulling him toward the guest bedroom. When they entered the room, she turned to James, cupping his face in both her hands, gazing up into his eyes wearing a very serious expression. “What’s ‘full swapping’ entail?” he whispered as Scott and Felicity began to undress.

  “When you swap partners,” she coached. “Are you sure you want to do this? Because if you don’t, it’s fine.”

  He smiled, “No, no, I do.” His lips made contact with hers with a lingering kiss, drawing her body snugly against his.

  “Everything okay?” Felicity questioned from the bed. She had one shapely leg extended and the other propped up, revealing her smoothly shaved sex crowned with springy auburn curls. Her full breasts topped by luscious pink nipples rested against her ribcage, begging for attention. Sarah stripped off her dress, bra and panties and crawled across the bed, noticing that her bottom was still a bit tender from all the spankings. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back as she kneeled, taking one of Felicity’s tender, ripe nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the rosy areola. James and Scott both took a seat on the edge of the bed to watch the show.

  Felicity tilted her head back in ecstasy and moved her hand between her legs so she could touch herself. She leaned down and lifted Sarah’s face to hers, their lips meeting as both murmured soft sighs. Her fingers slid in and out of her wanting pussy, and her other hand reached up to gently cup Sarah’s breast as they kissed. James’s eyes never left the sight of the two intertwined as he deftly pulled his clothes off and returned to his front row seat propped up against two pillows at the head of the bed. His erect cock pointed to his navel and his testicles had swollen, all aching to be touched.

  His sudden nudity had not escaped Felicity’s notice as she broke from her kiss with Sarah to stretch her body across the bed, giving herself access to James’ cock. She smiled up at him and licked her lips before her tongue darted out to tease the tip of his erection. Sarah shifted off the bed and fell to her knees on the carpet between Scott’s legs. His engorged member also begged for attention and Sarah eagerly took it deep into her hot, hungry mouth, her hands on his hips allowing her to control the depth of his strokes. She bobbed up and down for several moments, then pulled back to watch James, his eyes reduced to slits and his face cinched in concentration.

  “I think you should go lick Felicity’s pussy,” Scott suggested after she returned her attentions to his cock, his hand guiding her head up and down on his shaft.

  “Mmmmm,” Sarah sighed, not requiring much cajoling. She slid back onto the bed and coaxed Felicity onto her side so that she could still suck James’ cock. She propped one leg up so that her glistening mound of red curls was aimed directly at Sarah’s face. Sarah lapped lightly at her pearly pink clit which elicited a surprised gasp from the redhead’s mouth as if she wasn’t expecting the sensations to be so intense from such slight pressure. Sarah was encouraged by her response and began to taste her more fully, delving her tongue into the tight, sweet abyss between her labia.

  She felt James’ eyes on her as she parted Felicity’s netherlips with her fingers and licked up and down her slit, just barely entering her pussy with the tip of her tongue during each pass. She glanced up at him and his expression had not changed; she could tell he was finding it a challenge to keep from climaxing in the redhead’s mouth. His eyes shifted for a moment to a spot behind her. As soon as she felt the hand on her ass, Sarah realized James had watched Scott move off the bed and to a standing position behind Sarah, poised to penetrate her lovely backside with his long, hard cock.

  She winced as she felt him spread her labia to enter her and the head of his condom-sheathed tool crash hard into her cervix. She let out a cry as the pain reverberated through her body, a good pain, one on the very edge that lies between pleasure and discomfort. She saw a look of conc
ern verging on panic clinch James’ face but she smiled and mouthed the words, “I’m fine,” just as Scott thrusted again and took her breath away. Then Felicity reached for her, pulling her mouth back to her pulsating sex. She began to grind her hips into Sarah’s face, urgently needing to feel her tongue again.

  James stood up and grabbed a condom from the nightstand and unrolled it onto his cock. He pulled Felicity’s legs out from under Sarah’s mouth and dragged her to the edge of the bed. She squealed in delight and Sarah propped herself up on her forearms to watch James side his thick tool into Felicity’s passage, moistened with her own desire and Sarah’s saliva. She rested her feet on James’s broad, muscular shoulders. He moaned, leaning in to get a deeper angle, slowly stroking in and out of her while she cried out with each thrust.

  Scott was clearly enjoying watching his wife’s pussy being assaulted by a young, fit stud and began to intensify his own speed as he drilled into Sarah. Sarah and Felicity’s faces were side by side, their bodies going in the opposite directions. Turning toward each other, they began to kiss again, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths when they weren’t thrown off course by the relentless thrusts. Sarah reached her hand down to fondle Felicity’s breasts while they kissed, feeling her orgasm build around Scott’s skilled cock. The room started to spin and there were hands and tongues and bodies all in motion, all grinding and writhing to the same impassioned, consuming rhythm, while moans and sighs of unbridled rapture filled the air with a symphony of ecstasy. Sarah screamed, “Oh my god,” and exploded onto Scott’s cock, the pressure requiring him to slow down so that he could keep from following suit.

  This time he took a cue from James and pulled Sarah’s legs out from under her, flipping her onto her back so that he could mount her and soon he was back inside her pussy, stroking deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and turned slightly so she could watch Felicity gripped by an orgasm, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth contorted and whispering “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” lightly under her breath and punctuated by squeals as James moved in time to her spasms.