Nocere

by Max Ellendale

  "You, too," I said, my voice softer than I intended.

  Samirah's hold on me remained while she lifted a carrot and took a bite, her eyes narrowed at Caroline. "Hands off, bean pole."

  Caroline laughed and relaxed after that. "I'm just playing. How are you? I thought you were still in Olympia. Or was it Spokane?"

  "I'm good. It was both, actually. Spokane, Tacoma, then Olympia." Sam poked around her plate, and I tended to the baked ziti on my plate while listening to them.

  "That gypsy blood of yours still going strong." Caroline smirked, and folded her arms across her stomach.

  "Rude." Sam pointed her fork in her direction. "What'd I tell you about that?"

  "Not to be rude."

  Sam's gaze fell to the weapon holstered at Caroline's hip and I stroked the arm that she had across my lap.

  "Baby, why are you making Sami frown already?" The blonde woman, Nora, joined us at the table. She offered both me and Sam kind smiles before nudging Caroline's arms until she untangled them. Nora slid into her lap, and Caroline draped her arms around her.

  "Her usual provocation. Hi, Nora," said Sam, before squeezing my knee again. "This is my girlfriend, Rosie."

  "Hi." Nora met my gaze, her smile steadfast. "Nice to meet you."

  "You look familiar," I said. "Nice to meet you, too."

  "Agreed. Maybe from Wildrose?" asked Nora. Her arrival seemed to quell the tension between Sam and Caroline, or what I assumed to be tension.

  "Maybe. How do all of you know each other?" I glanced between them, and all three suddenly adorned unusual smirks. "What?"

  "It's complicated," said Caroline and Samirah at the same time.

  "So...you like, dated?" My brow furrowed and they shook their heads. "Then what?"

  "We used to scene together sometimes." Nora cocked an eyebrow as she looked to Sam. "You didn't tell her?"

  "Not yet." Sam set her fork down, then took my hand when my concern grew. Discomfort swirled in my stomach and it must've shown in my expression.

  "What's that mean?" I asked, keeping my gaze focused on Sam's hand in mine.

  "Remember how we talked about BDSM?" she asked and I nodded. "We used to scene together sometimes."

  "Oh." I looked between them again then back to Sam. "That makes sense."

  "It does?"

  "Well, yeah. You said most of the women you were with were from the BDSM scene," I reminded her.

  "I did say that, didn't I?" She smiled as if relieved by my statement.

  "Yes." I glanced to Caroline. "You're a Domme like Sam."

  "I am, indeed. What gave it away?" Caroline grinned as she pretended to bite Nora's shoulder. Nora poked her nose and chuckled.

  "Because you make me uncomfortable." My grip on Sam remained and she draped her arm across my middle.

  "Does Sami make you uncomfortable?" asked Caroline.

  "No. She makes me better."

  Caroline's provocative nature quelled after I said that, and her smile settled to a gentle one as she hugged Nora closer to her. Nora pulled her feet up on to the chair, and leaned her head on Caroline's.

  "Rosie, Caroline taught me all about BDSM and helped me when I needed it. It was after…" Sam glanced to Caroline, then back to me. "They know what happened to me. Them and Marita."

  "I understand." I reached up to stroke her cheek and she flinched a little. "Maybe we shouldn't talk about it here."

  "Maybe not."

  "We could always sneak off to my place and play a little," suggested Caroline. "Nora's due for a spanking from her favorite co-Dommes." She ran her finger down Nora's cheek and a visible quiver raced through her. "We only came here because Billie bullied me into it."

  "Rosie isn't ready for that," Sam answered for me. "We've been together only a few weeks."

  "A few weeks." Caroline perked up. "You must be special to her, Rosie. Sami doesn't keep her girls."

  "I don't think I understand what she's saying." I spoke quietly to Sam as my nerves began to twist.

  "It's okay. Come here." Sam held her arms to me and I moved into them, hugging her tightly.

  "Turn on vanilla, Car," I heard Nora say quietly. "You're freaking her out."

  "She is," I affirmed to Sam when she kissed my cheek.

  "It's all right. I'll explain it to you when we go home. Right now, everyone is going to back off. Okay?" Sam stroked my cheeks and I nodded.

  "Sorry, Rosie. I got overexcited," said Caroline. "We haven't seen Sam in a few months."

  "Maybe longer," added Nora.

  I nodded and Sam tucked my hair behind my ears. "Ainsley and Jordan started the fire pit outside. Would you like to go sit out there with me?"

  "Yes." I nodded hard, smiling at the thought of breaking away from the uncomfortable situation. "I would."

  "Okay. Let's go." Sam urged me to stand with her. "We'll talk to you both later on. All right?"

  "You got it," said Caroline, her vow to back off assured almost immediately. "Good to meet you, Rosie."

  "You, too." I waved to Nora and she smiled.

  Once outside, Jordan and Ainsley sat with Stella, Alice, Vee, and Scarlett around the fire while the rowdier crew lingered inside. The couples, each tangled in various ways with their partners, greeted us with smiles and kind words. Samirah led us to one of the free Adirondack chairs, then sat first before guiding me into her lap. The warmth of the fire swelled around us and its gentle crackles filled the chilly night air.

  "Two parties and no rain. We're lucky ducks," said Ainsley.

  "When the basement is finished, we won't have to worry as much," added Jordan.

  Samirah patted my knee and I turned so that my rear fell beside her on the seat and my legs bent over hers. She smiled and pulled me into a hug. "Much better."

  "I agree." I kissed her cheek and let my head fall to her shoulder.

  "Glad you came," said Stella, who sat beside us and caught Samirah's eye. Alice leaned her head on Stella's shoulder while they lounged on the swinging bench seat.

  "We're in the business of trying new things," said Sam, and the two of them shared a knowing smile.

  "Like living in the same place for more than six months and dating?" Ainsley blurted out and Samirah laughed.

  "Ainsley, you shouldn't toss things out like that so close to a fire. I have a short fuse," retorted Sam and everyone laughed.

  "What she means, Sami, is we like that you're here with us." Stella reached across the space between us and gave Sam's arm a gentle pat. "And we'd like to keep you around."

  "Me too," I whispered against her ear.

  Sam turned toward me and kissed the end of my nose. "So far, sticking around has been…" She smiled and wagged her brows. "Just rosy."

  Chuckles and aww's filled the space around us and I grinned while cupping her face, before catching her in a kiss.

  Sam's sweet declaration settled an air of sensuality around us. Scarlett captured Vee in a heavy make out session with Vee's leg draped over Scarlett's knee. Alice gazed up at Stella, tracing the curve of her lips while they made eyes at each other. Jordan and Ainsley shared content smiles while toying with each other's fingers in Jordan's lap.

  "Want to?" whispered Alice, nipping at Stella's chin. Stella brought her bottom lip between her teeth and glanced to Jordan.

  "Guestroom is all yours, lovebirds. Can't be easy with three kids in the house all the time." Jordan nodded toward the house. "Or you could be like those two and just knock boots for all of us to see." Jordan pointed at Vee and Scarlett. Vee flipped off Jordan and it made Ainsley cackle with laughter.

  "Vee's used to it. In college, our friends called her and Jordan double-dippers because of all the shared sex excursions," Alice said, laughing along with Ainsley.

  "Hey, Rabbit." Vee broke her connection to Scarlett to scold her. "Before we were double-dippers, we were triple-dippers until you got a girlfriend, so calm down over there."

  Jordan's hysterics had her nearly falling out of her chair. The rest of us
weren't far behind.

  "If Jordan had this place set up just right, Scarlett would have you naked in front of all of us in eight seconds." Alice pointed at Vee, her brows narrowed.

  "I do believe I agree with that." Scarlett snickered and tapped her finger against Vee's bottom lip. "A little public yoni massage never hurt anyone."

  "Oh my God, Scar." Vee nearly squeaked and flicked her chin.

  "What do you think we're fixing up the basement for?" chirped Ainsley. "Why do you think we ordered that giant modular sofa?"

  "Ainsley!" Jordan flopped onto the stone pavers, cracking up so hard that she kicked her feet.

  Samirah's laughter bounced me in her lap and I could hardly catch my breath. Vee and Scarlett laughed their way back to heavy kisses, their fingers tangled while holding hands.

  "So...guestroom?" Alice grinned and Stella's cheeks turned beet red. She covered her face and nodded. "C'mon, babe." Alice hopped up, and tugged Stella with her. "Later, peeps. I'm going to ravage my wife."

  "Allie!" Stella squealed and they disappeared back into the house. Music boomed from the open door for a moment until they closed it again.

  Ainsley hopped off her seat to sit on top of Jordan, the two of them embarking in a quick wrestling match filled with giggles and headlocks until Jordan bit Ainsley's thigh.

  "Ow!" Ainsley retaliated by smacking her ass, which made Jordan giggly as ever, no doubt.

  "Oh baby, do it again."

  "Oh my God," I said as I hugged Sam around the neck. She chuckled against my ear while we watched the silly women until they wrangled themselves back into their seats.

  "Don't make me pee myself." Ainsley smacked Jordan's hand when she made to tickle her.

  "Go pee then!" Jordan laughed and hugged her roughly.

  "If you would let Jordan work that yoni, Ainsley, you wouldn't be peeing yourself." Scarlett broke the kiss to tease them and Vee swatted her arm.

  "What's yoni mean?" I asked Sam. She met my gaze and brushed her thumb over my bottom lip.

  "Yoni is the Sanskrit word for vagina. Yoni massage is a full-body erotic massage. Scarlett practices that and teaches workshops. I went to one last year, was it?" Sam glanced from me to Scarlett who nodded.

  "Yes indeed. It's also how I hooked my lovely Vee." Scarlett winked at her wife. "I took good care of her yoni."

  Vee laughed softly and gave Scarlett's hair a tug. "Still do."

  "Ainsley is too shy to let anyone play with her yoni," teased Jordan. "Except me."

  "I am not." Ainsley huffed and puffed. "I play with your yoni like Scarlett taught."

  Jordan continued to laugh and nodded. "I know, but you won't let me do it back."

  "She doesn't like the edging," said Scarlett. "Not everyone does."

  "I do," I heard Vee whisper and Scarlett grinned while nipping her neck.

  "We're out of guestrooms." Ainsley pointed at them. "Wait your turn."

  Jordan laughed and kissed Ainsley's cheek. "We have a room. Want to go see it?"

  "Yes." Ainsley squeaked and grabbed Jordan around the neck. "In the middle of our party."

  "Like you always do." Vee waved them off and returned to kissing on Scarlett.

  "Jordan's sex parties have taken a different turn. Still parties. Still sex. Just behind lots of closed doors it seems," said Sam and I nodded, laughing at the notion.

  Jordan and Ainsley scurried off, and Sam stroked my thigh. I drew my eyes away from Scarlett and Vee to place my palm on Sam's chest.

  "Think you'd be interested in yoni massage?" she asked, tracing up and down the inside of my thigh.

  "With you? I'm sure I would be."

  "It's extra intense sometimes for petite women," said Scarlett once the two of them cooled down again. "Your sacral chakra is closer to your clit which makes it stronger."

  "I don't understand any of those words except clit, which is suitable for me," I said and they chuckled.

  "Show her her chakras, Sami." Scarlett nodded to us. "Hold her and show her."

  "And they call me the bossy one?" Sam smirked and smooched my cheek. "Let me show you what she means."

  "Okay…" I agreed and Sam urged me to shift around. I sat in her lap with my back to her and she hugged me from behind. My legs dangled on either side of hers and in this position, our height difference became more obvious.

  "See how the two of you are lined up?" Scarlett gestured in a vertical direction. "Your chakras share energy this way. Hugging, spooning, etc."

  "Crown." Sam touched the top of my head then moved down my body. "Throat. Heart." She rubbed the top of my abdomen. "Solar plexus. And then Sacral here." She rested her hand on the space between my navel and mons. "Then Root is feet," she ended, then placed both of her hands over the spot where she said my Sacral chakra belonged.

  "See how the space is a small distance?" Scarlett lifted her sweater to show the longer distance on her stomach between her navel and the low-rise of her jeans. "If you find the right spot there during yoni massage, you'll feel it in all the good places."

  "Trust her. She means it." Vee nodded and we chuckled.

  Sam used the tips of her fingers to press here and there on my stomach, before she began rubbing in slow circles. I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the fire comfort me along with her touch. The more time I spent tangled in Samirah's arms, the more aware I became of how her affection soothed me. Like the sweetest, most comforting drug in the universe.

  "Clockwise," said Scarlett, and Sam's circles on me changed direction. "And a little lower."

  The moment she shifted her position, a twinge of pleasure rattled my core as if she stroked my clit in a single flick. I opened my eyes and sucked in my breath. Vee rested her head on Scarlett's shoulder while they watched us, her arm draped over her wife's middle. Scarlett smiled at me and my face heated with shyness.

  "That's the right spot," said Scarlett. "Pause to cup, push, and press every so often."

  "How's that, my sweet?" asked Sam, her lips against my neck.

  I shivered and my toes curled in my boots.

  "Um...g-good." I hugged her arm close to my chest.

  Scarlett grinned then took Vee's hand before standing. "C'mon, love. Let's leave them be."

  "Have fun, ladies," said Vee as the two of them snuck back inside, leaving us alone on the patio.

  The second the door closed behind them, I let out a shaky breath. "Sam."

  "How does it feel?" She nibbled my ear, and goosebumps coated my flesh. She continued circles and presses on my lower belly, but all I wanted was for her hand to slide lower.

  "Good, I...Sam." I nudged her hand downward, and she snuck her hand up my skirt to poke a single finger under the side of my panties.

  "You're soaked." She chuckled then glanced toward the door. "That was quick. I didn't expect it to work."

  "It did." I sucked in my breath when she traced the length of my slit. "Sam."

  "We're alone now," she said, then wrapped her finger around my panties and tugged them down. "Yes?"

  I nodded and let her pull them off. She balled them up and tucked them into the pocket of her sweater. Her lips danced over my neck and shoulder, before she returned her fingers to my core. A soft moan escaped me when she flicked my clit a few times.

  "Ever come while outside before?"

  "N-no." I gulped, my nails digging into her arm.

  "How about in public?"

  "D-does public restroom at Wildrose count?"

  "Not if you were in a stall." I felt her smile against my cheek at the same time that she rolled my slippery folds between her fingers.

  "Then no. Sam, I'm—"

  "I want you to, baby. Something tells me, Rosie, that one of your kinks is being exposed and that you enjoy being naked."

  "Y-yes. I do. But only with you. Never before."

  "No panties for you, for the rest of the night." When she said it, she rubbed my clit faster.

  I swallowed the cry that almost made it to my lips, and sucked in
my breath as unbridled pleasure tore at me. She coaxed a deep, rolling orgasm that radiated through my body. I arched against her, my knees lifting when my toes curled. Sam parted her knees, forcing my legs wider and lifting my skirt as a rush of nectar burst from me, and I covered my face as I bucked against her hand. She kept up slow circles on my pussy with one hand, and returned to rubbing my stomach as well. The dual sensations caught me again, building toward a second explosion. Sam raked her teeth over my shoulder, her entire body quaking under me.

  While I rode the wave of pleasure down toward a sweet afterglow, the sliding door opened and I tensed right away, but had no desire to interrupt the prolonged pleasure rushing my body. Sam brushed my skirt down over my thighs, though she didn't stop the smooth strokes along my saturated core.

  "Those cheeks tell me someone had a delicious come," Caroline's voice crooned as she and Nora took a seat on the swing chair beside us.

  "She's still coming," said Sam, hugging me to her until I let out a heavy breath and collapsed. "Mmm." She turned my chin to her and kissed me. I touched her all over her face, before curling up against her, and tucking my knees to my chest. Sam gathered me in her arms as I panted, and nearly melted into her.

  Nora and Caroline looked on, with no attempt to hide their enjoyment. Both of them wore attentive smiles. Never in my life had anyone walked in on me or watched as I got off. Instead of embarrassment or fear, something about it excited me and my heart pounded despite the smooth afterglow. I didn't hate it at all, and that surprised me more than anything. For once, I felt like I had some semblance of control over my sex life with someone who was willing to explore it with me.

  Sam kissed my forehead, tucking my hair behind my ears before rubbing my back with one hand, while holding me with the other. I brushed my thumb over the firmness of her nipple piercings through her blouse, and she hardened under my touch.

  "We would love for the two of you to scene with us," said Caroline, her arms around Nora as she gripped her breasts. Nora's lashes fluttered and she dropped her head back on Caroline's shoulder. "It's been a long time since we've done so with anyone. We trust you, Sam, and in turn, Rosie."