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[We are moving ever forward in the story.
- We've witnessed Sarah and Jim (along with their friends, Bonnie and Barry and several others, get rather involved in and around a lodge.
- We saw how Prissy's life turned upside down after an incident of blackmail turns into one of the most sexual activities in her already intense life, and how she hooked up with her new girlfriend Suzy.
- Then, we had a quick stint of Jennifer doing her first porn shoot even as she wrestled with old family issues regarding her step-brother and step-sister.
- Finally, we saw how trying to save her employer Paolo from blackmail lead Cassie and Claire to an awesome new arrangement in their love life.

As all these events unfold and relationships are made and evolve, Jim and Sarah are in for the hardest ride of their short time together. Stay tuned for the drama (and the sex)!]

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It's been a little over a month since we had our big swinger activity. I must confess, I've been dreaming about it quite a bit. I remember it so vividly. So many pussies I got to fuck. Sarah, of course, but others too. Kim. Wendy. Katarina. Lindsey. Fleurette. I remember their naked forms. I remember how amazing it felt when I came inside them.

Of course, it's kind of hard to forget things like that when you have to apply ointment on your genitals for three weeks after that.

Apparently, one of the partners I was with (either Fleurette or Lindsey) brought something to the party and, because I didn't wear protection, I caught it, and then gave it to Sarah. It's been a few days since my prescription ran out and, luckily, I don't have to renew it. It's all better, but it did raise an interesting point. Sarah and I talked about it, and swore that from now on, however, we felt, we would use protection. Still, despite this small nuisance, it was worth it at the time. The main drawback is that, because we wanted the infection to go away, Sarah and I have been forced to refrain from having sex with each other (or anyone else, for that matter) since then. It's been difficult. We're normally so very active in that department.

I'm back to normal, but the infection is more agressive with Sarah, apparently. She still has a week to go. Applying ointment is a great way to get solitary pleasures. That's about it.

Things have a way of escalating quickly in my life. It all started less than a year ago, to be honest, around Christmas, when Sarah ambushed me after classes were over. It took us a few days to get together but we did, in the most unexpected way.

She played me. She made me believe I was fucking multiple women when I was really fucking only her. That was our first time.

You would think it would have been sufficient. Except... it wasn't. Or perhaps it was, but it didn't take very long before we somehow brought another girl - Jennifer, Sarah's best friend and ex - into the mix. And it seemed like it just escalated from there. Before Sarah, I had enjoyed sex with one girl, Kimmie. My first true love. We were were together for almost a year and we only broke up because she wanted to move to Seattle and I wanted to remain in California. How much I have come since then, pun intended. Sometimes, I can't recall how many women I've had sex with. Just a month ago...

I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I am not the same man that started going out with Sarah less than a year ago. For better or for worse, I am now a highly sexualized, highly active man. In hindsight, thinking back on the events that lead up to where I'm going with this (and I haven't spoiled it yet), it's not that surprising.

Sometimes, you get an itch you can't scratch. In the morning, a guy gets a hard-on, and the memory of that erection sticks with him through the day. You're just looking for that release. Sometimes, you can masturbate and it goes away. Sometimes, you masturbate and it sticks with you. Other times, and those are probably the worst, you can't even masturbate. That Monday was one of those.

I had just completed my first class of the day, and I was in the T.A. lounge, getting something to drink from the vending machine. Monday morning, there's barely anyone in this semester so I'm usually alone. My mind was wandering to my various sexual escapades, memories brought on by that unscratched itch I was speaking about earlier. I heard the door pop open and I looked to see one of my colleagues walking, a lovely dark hispanic young lady by the name of Miranda. She smiled at me, moving past the machines to get some coffee.

A word about her. Last February, in my confused state (it was when things started to go weird with Sarah and Jennifer), I actually propositioned Miranda. She asked, at the time, if I had a girlfriend, to which I had replied that she didn't mind. It had completely turned Miranda off at that time and had left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. I can't see her now and not think of that incident, so it makes me nervous around her.

I therefore gave her a wide berth, though I couldn't help but look at her. Feminine, athletic, a wry smile on her lips, she exuded a confidence which she carried well. She smiled at me so I returned the look.

"So, James," she started, "how are the students treating you?"
"Fine. Yourself."
"Same old."

I recovered my drink from the vending tray and moved towards the couch. I needed to catch up on some reading. I could tell she was staring at me, but it took me a moment to figure out that she was actually staring at my crotch. It was hard from those previous memories, my pants were tight and it clearly showed. As soon as I realized what was happening, I did the awkward shuffle, and it made her laugh.

"Don't hide it," she chided me. "It's kind of flattering."

She was much more playful than I remembered her. It was hard for me to remember who, initially, had come on to the other. I sat down and she moved closer to the couch, staring at my face.

"So, lots of work?"
"Ok."
"I'm loaded. Could really use a break..."
"Uh-huh."

There was barely any innuendo in her voice. I saw her cast a glance towards the door, then back to me. Her head tilted to the side.

"Listen, James..."
"Jim."
"So, Jim... a few months ago, you asked if I was interested in... you know..."
"Yeah...?"
"Well, you told me you had a girlfriend, but that she was ok with it."
"I did."
"Is that still true?"

I paused, starting at her. I couldn't help but notice her curves under her pants and shirt. I had been horny since the morning. In my mind, I began to replay every single sexual encounter I had lived since being with Sarah, and it was somehow frightening -

yet very intoxicating - to revisit these images. It didn't help me get any less hard. Miranda must have sensed my confusion, because she started changing the subject.

"Anyway, it's a big stress to..."
"...yes."

I interrupted her.

"Yes, she's fine with it... as long as I tell her. No secrets. That's the rule."
"Ok."

Her short answer seemed hesitant, but she added a question.

"Do you... need to ask her?"
"...no."

I thought: I don't think so, but I didn't say it. I just looked at her. She continued.

"Ok, so... how do we do this?"
"You want to do it?"
"Well, yeah..."

There was a moment's hesitation on my part now. My eyes wandered to the broom closet door.

"...do you want do it here... I mean now?"
"uh... yeah."
"Ok, but... I... don't have a condom with me."
"Let me guess... no sex without a condom."
"No."

I didn't want to tell her about my little infection that had just cleared. She was turning me on, but I wasn't about to do something too crazy. At least, Sarah deserved that I wear protection.

"What if... I just blow you?"
"uh... ok, but... what about you?"
"I'll be fine. I'll tease myself while I do it."
"...are you sure?"

The conversation was almost surreal. We were talking about having sex here, in the T.A. lounge, where anyone could come in - even if Mondays, generally, no one ever showed up but me and her.

"Yeah..."
"ok... but where?"

Was I trying to get out of it or to coax myself into it? I'm still not certain. A moment later, we were in the broom closet. It wasn't as cramped as we thought. We kissed, and I felt her hand rub over my pants. She eagerly unzipped them and pulled them down, exposing my shaft. She grabbed it with one hand, making me tremble.

"It's been weeks," she murmured, and I didn't inquire.

I started undoing her own pants, but she stopped me. Instead, she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, revealing her bra-covered chest. She unclasped the hook and exposed herself, her beautiful colored mounds coming into view. She was smiling, and her hand barely left my hardness. She reached for a kleenex in her pants pocket, which she set beside us on the floor.

"Are you ok with this?" she asked again.

I wasn't going to say no. Sarah wouldn't want me to say no. I let her stroke me for a moment, the hot breath of her mouth making me even harder, until finally, her lips neared my cock. She downed it in one gulp, and I was in heaven, her moistness overpowering my defenses. I let her do her magic, wondering how much pleasure she could get from doing this, but perhaps this wasn't about her pleasure. In any case, I was too involved to be concerned with that at the moment.

She pulled away from it, to goad me on.

"You like that?"
"uh yeah..."
"You like for me to suck your cock?"
"Yeah!"

It was like a porn movie, except it was real. She returned her mouth to the task for another minute, making me want more, but I was not going to go further than this, not without protection. She pulled away and started stroking my dick between her breasts.

"You can come when you want..."
"Ok..."

It was more like I would come when I could. And I did, although it took another minute or so to get me to just the right spot so that I couldn't hold it in. All the tension evacuated my body along with the liquid that shot up to her neck. She let me indulge in the sensation before recovering the kleenex and wiping the fluids from her chest where they had dribbled. I pulled away, cleaning my own self, looking down on her. She was smiling, almost laughing.

"That was awesome," I told her, "but it couldn't have been the same for you."
"Oh! I'm good. I got what I wanted today."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah... although I might be up for more next time... if you'd like?"
"I would love to, just..."
"...not without protection, I got it."

She stood up and kissed me fleetingly. The contact made me feel warm inside, almost sweating. She recovered her bra and started putting it on.

"...are you into girls as well?" I asked.

My question seemed to surprise her.

"Why do you ask?"
"Oh... my... girlfriend is... into girls too. Just wondering if..."
"A threesome? Maybe. Never been with a girl. Two boys, but never a couple."

It was hard not to picture these images in my mind, but I tried to look cool about it.

"Do you mind if I ask Sarah?"
"Your girlfriend. No. Is she hot?"
"Very."
"Well... I guess I might... try it."

It wasn't a clear vote in favor of getting together, but it was definitely not a refusal. There was no way I was not telling Sarah about what had just transpired. After all, having a threesome with a fellow T.A. would be mild compared to some of the activities we'd had in the past.