[FICTION] The Trials of Sara and Jim - Part 3

[interesting]

As Sherlock Holmes himself would say, the game is afoot.

It is noon, on the Monday of Spring Break, and I'm the first one on the scene. Mind you, I've been here since ten in the morning, getting ready for the day's activities.

Things are a little bit better now than they were a few days back. I've had sex with Jim - many times over the weekend in fact. It was great. It was also necessary. Last Friday, after my breakdown at Tom's house and my discussion with Brad and Tom, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went to Jim's, we had sex, talked, had more sex, slept, woke up, had sex in the shower, ate some breakfast, got back to bed and had more sex. We spent Saturday afternoon shopping for swimwear for spring break; I had Jim eat me up in the changing room; I did the same for him a few stores later. It was nice to just let go. After that, we didn't have sex until the next morning; Jim was completely drained, in more ways than one.

Jim is supposed to meet me soon for lunch and he's running late. I know Tom is training with Jimmy this morning, trying to convince him to come to the beach. Jennifer won't make it until tomorrow, but at least she'll be there. She told Thomas that much. She's aware both Jim and I will be there so it's not an ambush either.

The first ones to arrive are Brad and Brigitte. She's a blonde. Why isn't that a surprise? She looks a little bit like me, if I wore more makeup and kept in touch with my fashion side. She's in high heels, wearing a blue mini-skirt, almost obscene, and a buttoned camisole that is almost see-through, so I see her bikini top. She is gorgeous in her own way, but definitely not my style. Brad is following along. He looks like a puppy, which is probably what he is to some extent. He's clean shaven, still no hair on his face anywhere; he wears a fashion collar, but I know what it's really supposed to represent.

We say hi and then Brigitte steps back and examines me. I feel her gaze undressing me - I may let her do it fully at another time, if she'll let me. Her perky breasts are inviting, I'd like to lick them. I hope she later invites me to do so. It would be a nice treat for her doggy - I mean Brad.

"Well... now I get it."

She smiles at Brad.

"She's definitely a looker. Will you look at the size of those?"

She's pointing at my breasts and I'm slightly embarrassed.

"You like big breasts, Brad?
"I like yours..."

He's so well-trained. She's keeping him on an invisible leash.

"So this is the girl who stole you from me last time?
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Brigitte. Brad has told me about you.
"Really... what did he say?
"That he's desperate to get you back.
"Desperate... hey, Brad?"

Brad looks away, almost shy. I've never seen him under this light. It's mildly stimulating. I spot Jim from the corner of my eye. I move to intercept him and kiss him passionately.

"I've missed you."

He smiles back. He's feeling a lot better too. The sex must have helped. That and the fact that he's finished his corrections and will be able to profit from the week. We move back to Brigitte and Brad.

"This is Jim. My boyfriend.
"Very nice to meet you... Brad, say hi to the man who's fucking your ex."

Her bluntness takes both me and Jim aback, but it does not seem to faze Brad, who extends a hand.

"It's nice to meet you.
"Same here, I suppose.
"We should let the boys get acquainted. Sarah, I'd like to speak to you in private.
"Sure. Jim, can you get us a table... for six?
"Of course. Coming, Brad?
"Whatever."

Brad and Jim go to the Sea-Side, while Brigitte grabs my arm and pulls me away. She is very strong for her frame.

"Sarah, I'll be blunt here.
"You seem to be direct.
"I have nothing against you, I know the real problem is Brad.
"Problem?
"He means well, but he's never had any... supervision.
"Don't I know it?
"I want to break him... break him out of his habits. And he wants to be molded, to be made better. I'm going to need your help.
"I'll be glad to help, but...
"I know. You have a boyfriend and...
"It's more complex than that, but I don't want to go into detail.
"Fine. I'm not going to ask you to fuck Brad anyway. His orders for the week... you are aware he is my slave?
"I am.
"Okay, his orders are to worship you as much as me. So if you ask him to do something, he'll do it, regardless of what it is.
"What are his limits?
"He's not to have any orgasm if I, or you for the week, don't allow it. He's not allowed to remove his collar. He's allowed to only kiss my feet; you can allow him to kiss you anywhere you like.
"Okay... what about the beach?
"As long as he behaves, we let him be. I keep tabs and warn him if he misbehaves. I punish him at night.
"What do you call misbehaving?
"Looking at other girls... touching people inappropriately, being unkind or insensitive, making bad jokes...
"He must get punished often!
"Not as often as in the beginning. He's learning.
"Anything else I should know?
"Would you, or your boyfriend, be comfortable if he gave you massages?
"Not massages no... But I don't think Jim would like it if it became too sexual.
"All right, we'll keep that in check."

Brigitte smiles at me.

"God you're pretty. I'd love to make out with you."

I'm a bit taken aback but I smile. She continues.

"I love your breasts too. Mine are too small.
"They look fine to me.
"Maybe we can compare later?
"I'd like that... a lot."

She bites her upper lip. I'm getting all excited. I have to remember that I'm with Jim, and that I need to hold back a little. Not holding back is what got me into trouble in the first place. But Brigitte is biting her upper lip. This is going to be an interesting week.

When we return to the Sea-Side, Thomas and Jimmy have made it. I've met Jimmy before, and even saw him fight once. He recognizes me in an instant.

"Hey, gorgeous... ya lookin' fine.
"Thanks, Jimmy. You met my boyfriend?
"Yup... a have!"

He laughs. Jim recalls the incident in the park.

"Figures.
"What?" Jimmy asks.
"Nothing. It's nice to meet you when you're not trying to pick a fight with me.
"Who says a'm not?"

Thomas calls Jimmy to order. Everyone sits beside their partner (or potential, in the case of Tom). Presentations are made for those who don't know each other. Jimmy takes up the conversation.

"So... wacha all wanna do lata'?"

I answer.

"Hit the beach. Maybe play some volleyball.
"I likes when girls run around playin' volley...
"We all do, says Jim."

Jimmy cracks up a few other comments of an almost sexual nature before the waiter comes over. We order from the Seafood buffet. The boys get up and go get some food; Jim is getting some for me and Brad is getting some for Brigitte. She leans towards me.

"Your Jim has a nice ass. Damn!
"You noticed.
"What's not to notice? Are you two into swapping?
"No. We're not."

I'd like to say yes, but I decide to be honest and defuse any proposals from Brigitte. Given what's going on with Jennifer, why tempt fate?

"A shame.
"You'd be willing to let Brad go with someone else?
"Only if I was involved somewhat, honey. You wouldn't let Jim do it?
"It's... complex, as I said.
"Ah... he wouldn't let himself."

Brigitte seems very observant. I'm glad Jim is not there for this bit of conversation, but of course, it's intentional on Brigitte's part.

"He's fine with games in general... but there are things he won't do.
"I understand completely. I used to hold back a lot, until I met this girl who took me under her wing and opened me up... in more ways than one.
"Are you into girls too?
"No. I'm into bondage..."

By that time, the boys are returning so we interrupt our 'girly' chat. If only the boys knew what we talked about. The food is delicious and everyone is hungry so there's very little chat. Jimmy drops a quip every now and then, then gets up to fetch himself another plate.

I look at Tom. He knows we have to tread lightly. So far, Jimmy has dropped very few hints as to a possible attraction to Tom, or to men in general. I've talked about it to Jim and he's supposed to investigate, for Tom's sake. I think Jim enjoys getting back at Jimmy for that incident in the park. When I get up to go to the bathroom, Brigitte follows me. We go about our respective businesses, then meet up when we wash our hands. She's staring intently at me.

"What?"

She bites her lower lip.

"I'd like to sex you up right now.
"Brigitte, please..."

I'm as turned on as she probably is, but I don't want anything to happen. Not yet, maybe not ever.

"Don't tell me you're not turned on. I can smell it on you.
"Can you smell my boyfriend, too?"

She moves towards me, almost threatening, very erotic.

"Why don't you let me?"

I let her get close. She sniffs my neck, licking it in one swoop. I shiver. Her hand reaches towards my crotch, but I pull away, leaning against the counter.

"What is this about, Brigitte?"

I try to remain stoic as she cups one of my breasts. Her other hand touches my hips.

"No..."

She leans in and kisses me gently. I push her away, more for the sake of my relationship with Jim than for any other reason.

"Brigitte... talk to me or I won't let you do anything."

She pulls away.

"This is... my way. This is how I do things. Brad has had you. I want you too. I'll have you.
"Maybe. But not now, not here, not yet."

Brigitte appears frustrated. I don't want her to get angry but I do have defuse the situation. I need to take control. I grab her by the collar, pull her in and kiss her passionately, exerting my own control over what is happening. She submits to me: she is a switch, as I suspected. We lock tongues together for a moment, then I push her away.

"Here's how it's going to work, Brigitte. I'll talk to Jim. If he lets me do it, we'll find a way. If not, this kiss will have to do. Understood?
"Yes."

She seems so different now. I could ask her to do anything and she would probably comply. Ideas are racing into my mind but I set them aside.

"Let's go back. No mention of this to anyone. We'll talk tomorrow, once I've had my time with Jim."

She nods. We exit the bathroom after washing our hands. Once we return to the main room, her initial personality returns. I get to wonder as to which one is the real Brigitte, and I realize both are probably personas she wears.

The rest of lunch goes by smoothly and we hit the beach. Clothes go flying; young men in speedos and tight suits are running about the beach; young women clad in bikinis also draw my attention. I love the beach! So much skin. Jim comes and lies beside me.

"What's going on? he asks
"Brigitte came onto me in the bathroom.
"Really? What happened?
"Nothing so far. It's her way of trying to reclaim me for her, since I was with Brad before. She's trying to humiliate Brad.
"Why would she do that? She hates him?
"No. She likes him.
"I don't get it.
"There's nothing to get. It's... the way it is. The way they are. I need to ask you, but I don't need an immediate answer, how far I can go as far as playing with Brigitte is concerned."

Jim pauses to reflect on it for a moment. We've had more time to talk about Jennifer, about the fact that he didn't mind that me and Jennifer had sex as characters during the filming but that the notion of him having sex with Jennifer was too much. Jim is much more lucid about it now than he was before we made up.

"I really don't know.
"Take your time. I won't do anything until I have your approval... you working on Jimmy?
"Barely. He's really... something!
"Yeah.
"He's not very profound.
"I think he hides it well.
"Probably. I sincerely don't know how I'm going to ask him about his relationship with Tom.
"Just ask. Be curious. You're a writer; say you're interested in learning about boxing, about how boxers relate to each other...
"I'm not that good with people."

I lean in and kiss him passionately. I smile.

"You're good with me."

He smiles back.

"I'll do what I can.
"I know you will. I love you."

The rest of the afternoon goes by very smoothly. We get invited to play volleyball by other people on the beach; I team with Brigitte, because the guys love seeing girls in bikinis racing around the sand trying to hit the ball. We lose, but it's still a great game.

All the while, I'm trying to focus some of my attention on Thomas and Jimmy. They talk a lot but I don't get anything from their conversation. Hopefully, Jim, who is spending time with them, may be able to gather more.

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Dinner rolls around. The sun is starting to wane. Jim invites everyone over to his place. He's already prepared a fondue for us - which is why he was a bit late this morning. We get to his apartment. The table is already set; he takes out the plates of meat and vegetables, sets them on the table and starts the whole thing up. We're all famished from the days' exercise. My mind has been working the entire day on how to initiate a coming together for everyone. I have an idea that I want to try out, something tame for our first game. I'm still not very familiar with Jimmy and Brigitte.

When everyone has finished eating, I hand you pieces of paper and pen.

"Okay... if we're all going to be spending the week together, there are a few things we might want to know about each other. I promise, it's fairly uncomplicated. I'll ask questions... just write the number of the questions and your answer down.
"Fine. But what do we do with the answers after?" inquires Brigitte.
"We'll play with them a little."

No one argues. I look at Jimmy, knowing him less than the others, but he seems to be waiting on me. I start my list. As I go through it, people start writing. I do my own list, of course.

"Question one : do you have any nicknames?"

The list goes on, from questions about their family lives to jobs. As the list progresses, the questions get racier, involving more personal inquiries. I insist that everyone write something every question, even if it is 'I don't know' or 'I don't want to tell'. When I get to questions about sexual preferences and things they've done, I notice some hesitation on Jimmy's part. I wonder if that is a good or bad thing. It takes us about half an hour to complete it.

"All right, everyone keep your paper with you."

Jim provides drinks for everyone as we move to the living room.

"Here's how we're going to work. We have twenty questions, and there's six of us. Jim?"

Jim provides us with dice; a traditional one with six sides and another with twenty sides. It's obvious Jimmy and Brigitte have never seen one.

"Ya can roll, like twenty?
"Yeah."

I retrieve the dice. I set up a chart, with our six names, in alphabetical order: Brad is 1, Brigitte is 2, James is 3, Jimmy is 4, I (Sarah) am 5 and Thomas is 6. When I write down Jim's full name, Jimmy looks at him funny.

"Yer name's James?
"Yes."

For some reason, this makes Jimmy laugh.

"What?
"Nuthin'..."

We let it slide for the moment. I roll the dice.

"Whoever's number comes up must answer the corresponding question. Then they get to roll. If someone gets the same question as before, say they already answered, they can just skip it. Got it?"

The dice have landed on 2 and 16. Brigitte has to tell us if she shaves. She does: her legs and her pussy. We start going around, getting everyone's answers.

Brad gets to tell us he'd like to have sex with me one more time. Thomas, getting to answer the same question, is hesitant when he talks about having sex with Jimmy - they both laugh about it to ease the tension. It's Brad's turn again: he confesses that a girl named Polly was his first crush, though he never acted on it. I pretend to be shocked. Jim tells us he has never done anything illegal.

"Except if you talk about downloading music."

Tom gets to confirm his sexual orientation as gay; Brigitte is somehow surprised. She turns to Jimmy.

"You know this?
"Sure.
"And you're okay with it? You're not...
"Lady, don't go there!"

He laughs it off, but I can see Thomas' uncertainty creeping up.

"Tom's cool. That's all a know."

Jim gets to answer next. He doesn't shave anywhere but his face, he says - and I know it to be true. Brad is asked to tell us about illegal stuff he's done. He seems contrite and apologetic when he talks about his multiple car accidents, since most were his fault.

"I'm just glad I never killed anyone.
"Amen to that! I answer."

I finally get a question. I have to tell them about the first time I had sex. I go all in, leaving no details out about my time with Rick, Mick and Jody. Brigitte is amazed.

"Your first time was an orgy?
"If you can call it that...
"You ate out a girl while a boy was fucking you, and his brother was wanking... that's an orgy in my book.
"Ever been in an orgy?" Thomas asks her.
"I wish!"

She laughs, but I think she is sincere. I'm incredibly turned on - I remember how she came on to me earlier in the day.

Jim then gets to answer the same question as me. He talks about his former girlfriend, Kim, how they fucked after discussing poetry and literature. I visualize them together. Why does it turn me on to see Jim with someone else?

Brigitte is asked about her sexual orientation.

"I am most assuredly bi!
"Which d'ya prefer?
"Boys. I like dicks inside me. But a girl's lick... hmmm..."

I picture myself for a moment licking her shaven pussy. I'm almost experiencing an orgasm from the thought. Jim's going to have some fun later on!

We finally get to a tamer question about where Thomas works. He's of course a personal trainer at the same college as Jim. I'm thinking the game might tone down, but the target is Jimmy and the question is one we've heard before.

"Who in the room would you like to have sex with?"

I feel the suspense building. Thomas is on edge; Jimmy is thinking.

"Only one person? Cause a'd fuck y'all..."

It relieves tension but he's not getting out of that one.

"In what order then? Who'd go first?
"Ya, baby doll... a'd ram you up good.
"Then?
"Then Brigitte... she's got one fine one...
"And between the boys...?
"Tha's easy... my man Tom here..."

Jimmy pauses, looks at Tom, who looks back at him puzzled.

"I'ready sucked his cock."

Tom is stunned that Jimmy has the audacity to say it in public. I try to pretend like I don't know.

"Really?
"Yuh... and he sucked mine too... thing is, I figure... he likes guys, so he know what ta do. How ta please a guy."

Jimmy is smiling at Tom. I can understand where Tom's confusion can come from. Jimmy's answer is far from satisfactory, but I let it drop.

We get to ask Brad about his nicknames. He's had a few. We used to call him Bradley (his full name but he hates it), Bradling, Braid. He says Brigitte calls him Puppy. Next, I go through the list of the jobs I've had. Brigitte tells us her favorite type of car is the Spyder. I have to agree it's a great car, but Jimmy doesn't like it, though he doesn't say why. I get asked about my first kiss with Claire at the schoolyard. Thomas says his favorite car is the Porsche Boxter; both he and Jimmy start talking about it, saying they met a fighter who owns one and they got to ride in it. They have so much in common; I can only pray Jimmy is at least bi, or able to see the light. James gets asked about his previous jobs: surprisingly, he says he's only had the one he currently holds.

"How did you pay for studies? Brad asks.
"Tuition. I got lucky. Well... I did work for my professor, but it was for bursaries.
"Well, work is work.
"I suppose."

We ask Brigitte how many boyfriends and girlfriends she's had. She looks up on her paper.

"In total, 17."

Even Brad is surprised. Brigitte explains.

"I've been with ten boys and seven girls. First one was a girl, though. I went to a catholic school; we... sort of experimented together. We both got kicked out because of it. I came back next year, she didn't...
"And the rest?"

Jimmy is obviously excited.

"When I finished high school, I was into partying a lot. Over the summer, I had a different partner almost every week. Girl... boy... didn't matter. Good times."

She laughs and we go along.

Jimmy gets the next question, a simple one, his favorite color. He says it's red; he can't really say why. He redirects to Brigitte and we get to know about her piercings. We've already seen the one in her belly button. She has several holes in her ears, and one on the side of the nose. She pulls out her tongue and we notice something there as well. She grins.

We get to hear Jimmy's nicknames.

"Back in th'day, called me Speedy. Coz a'm fast. Nowadays, call me Spick. 'Cept for Tommy here...
"Do you have a nickname for Jimmy, Tom?
"Not really."

I see Thomas staring into Jimmy's eyes. I know what he wants to call him.

Brigitte gets one question I've been aching to hear asked.

"What is your preferred sexual position?"
"That's a tricky one. I have two.
"That's cheating, says Jim.
"Let her finish, I say.
"Well... when I'm on top, I like standing up, braced against the wall... doesn't matter how it's being done by the guy or girl... and when I'm bottom, I'm on all fours, doggy style...
Right, puppy?"

Brad barks.

Jim's turn comes up; he gets asked about who in the room he would have sex with. We ask him to mention someone other than me. He surprises me with his answer, and I have to wonder how sincere he is about it, or if he's just entertaining us.

"Tom."

Thomas is pretty surprised too.

"Well, I figure may not sex... but at least a blowjob. I mean, from what Jimmy told us earlier..."

Now I understand what Jim is doing. I smile. His first answer would of course have been Brigitte, but he's doing what I asked him to do. I love him so!

Jimmy gets a personal question about his parents. He gets sullen and serious about it.

"Yeap... still t'gether... can't see why tho... dad's drunk all the time and mom's a... well... she ain't no good."

We sympathize with him and share some of our own bitter stories about our parents. Tom's resentment from his father comes up, and Jimmy seems to relate to it better than our other examples.

"M'dad thinks 'm a loser for boxin'... says ain't no future."

To keep from getting too depressed, we roll another question. I get to call out my favorite sexual position, and I find I can't decide. I enjoy them all. The others insist, so I think about the last weekends and all I've done with Jim. I look at Brigitte.

"I'd say doggy too... makes me feel... vulnerable a little."

By that time, it's already past 10pm. I realize Brigitte is looking at her watch. I decide to call it a night. Brigitte and Brad are the first to leave; apparently, she's got some work to do on him. I try not to imagine their games. Jimmy and Jim shake hands; Tom leaves with Jimmy because he has the car. We close the door and lock it.

"I'm so horny right now!"

I jump on Jim and drag him to the bedroom; we strip our clothes on the way there. I fall on the bed and he jumps on me, and we start having wild torrid sex right there. It doesn't last very long but it's very fulfilling. I feel Jim releasing into me and it feels so good. I've been aching for this for hours, since I kissed Brigitte in the bathroom stall. Jim collapes into my arms. We lie there for a moment.

"Sorry... that was a bit fast.
"Nah... It was perfect. Oh God... Jim..."

We kiss for a while, then he lies beside me. I lie on top of him, his now limp sex against my own that is still wet.

"I have to ask you something... about Brad and Brigitte.
"Okay...
"How far are you willing to let me go?
"How far?
"Brigitte wants to include me in her play with Brad, kinky stuff.
"Well, I don't mind you kissing her... but no sex. That's about it, I think.
"And what about Brad? Could he touch me?
"I'm not sure... well, some touch sure, but... nothing too open."

I pause to think about my affairs. Jim is staring intently at me. I finally manage to voice my concerns.

"I don't want a repeat of what happened with Jennifer. We need to know what I can do before I do anything."

Jim agrees with me. An idea pops into my head.

"Tomorrow night, we'll invite only Brad and Brigitte over... that will give time for Tom and Jimmy to hang out... maybe work out something. Hopefully.
"Okay. And Brad and Brigitte?
"I know what they're into. Remember... with Jennifer?
"When she had control?
"Yeah.
"I do... it was... special.
"You're a dominant, Jim, that's why you weren't as comfortable. But Brad's a... well, a slave. And Brigitte and me, we're a bit of both. I have a suggestion for you.
"Go ahead.
"We... make them our slaves. Tomorrow night.
"They'll go for it?
"I know they will. Both of them. Brigitte is practically begging me to dominate her. I'd like you to dominate Brad... if you'd like to try?"

I stare at Jim.

"Depends... what would be involved?"

I smile. He's not entirely reluctant to the idea. We have some time to kill until tomorrow. I think I'm going to educate Jim on bondage and servitude. I'm not going to do it as forcefully as Jennifer did.

"How about I get you ready for it?
"How?
"Well, I've had experiences in bondage. What do you say we talk about it... in the shower?
"Sounds like a plan to me."

We get up and go to the shower. There, I'll be able to brief Jim on my plans for tomorrow night. I need communication; that's something we lacked when we tried stuff with Jennifer. There was too much innuendo. Things need to be in the open for Jim to feel safe and in control. I'm still learning from my mistakes, and this time I'm not going to screw this up.

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On Tuesday morning, Jim wakes me up with two surprises. As I stir into consciousness, I feel his fingers gently rubbing against my sex; he has been playing with me for a while because I'm already extremely wet. I moan lightly, and I feel a finger slide inside me.

"Oohhh..."

I open my eyes, but his hand reaches to my face and shuts them. I try to move my hands but I realize they're above my head, and they won't budge. He's tied them up to the headrest. The suddenness of the situation somehow shocks me, and I jerk about, his finger still inside me.

I hear him soothe me down and his voice is enough for me to stop from panicking. He slides another finger into me. I roll my head back, obviously at his mercy.

"You can open your eyes now."

As the light hits my pupils, I see Jim crouched beside me, his fingers still playing inside my tight hole. How he managed to tie me up and I didn't feel it is beyond me. I'm still enjoying it.

He gets up, pulling out of me, and leans over the bed, retrieving something from under it. I'm shocked to see him retrieve a vibrator. It looks exactly like the one I have at my apartment. Did he go and get it for me? Is it a new one?

"You want this?"

I nod in agreement. He glides it over to my pussy but lets it rest there.

"Beg for it, then."
"Please..."

He smirks at me. What is he playing at?

"Please, Jim."
"No... That's not my name."

I'm puzzled now. For a moment, I don't know what to answer. Suddenly, it hits me.

"Please... master. Put it in me."

He obliges. I almost release instantly when it slides into me. He turns it on at high intensity. It hurts, but I don't really mind at this point. I scream in satisfaction as it makes me come. As the tension lowers, I realize he's leaving it in, turned on.

"Please, master... please..."
"Please what?"
"I want to feel you in me..."
"No."

He's enjoying this and I'm enjoying it too. We've done this type of thing before but never at this level.

"Please... turn it down a notch... please."
"What will you do for it?"
"I'll... do anything."

He smiles. He complies with my request and turns it down a notch.

"Suck my dick!"

It is so unusual to hear Jim talk like this; it turns me on even more. The vibrator is still working my sex as he straddles me, gliding his hard shaft between my breasts. He forces himself into my mouth and starts pumping. I'Ve given him blowjobs before but never has he been the done doing the pumping. He's really getting into this whole master/slave notion. The excitement and novelty of the event is stimulating to an extent I have never experienced with Jim.

"Don't you dare come before me..."

His threatening words are only half sincere, but I'm dying to find out what might happen if I did, so I let it. I let my orgasm overtake me, stopping my sucking motion as I do. He pulls away and lets me scream my heart out a second time. He hurriedly pulls the vibrator out of me, turns it off and slides it into my mouth. So many fantasies are coming alive this morning. I lick my own juices hard.

"That's right... taste it..."

He pushes it in a little too far and I choke. Immediately, he pulls it out, and I find my Jim underneath his tough exterior.

"Are you okay?"
"Yeah... no problem... I'm sorry, master... I came before you."

I play apologetic and remorseful, to help him get back into character. He's doing a great job and I don't want him to stop.

"You did... you need to be punished."

He rolls me onto my belly; my hands are tied so they don't cross as he does it. He lifts my behind, putting me on hands and knees and starts slapping my ass hard, not enough to really cause pain but enough for the sound to reverberate in the room. I feel myself getting wet all over. I break out of character for a moment.

"You can hit harder, it doesn't really hurt."

He tries to take my cue and slaps. This time, I feel it. And another. And another. When is he going to stop? I lose count of how many times he slaps me. My cheeks are on fire now, and I'm dripping all over the sheets. I hear a small "Wow" on his part.

"This really turns you on."
"Can't help it, sorry."

He gets behind me and rams into me as hard as he can. I feel his hard presence entering me, swaying back and forth. This is all too much this morning. I hear him panting; he's ready to burst. I'm about to come too. Suddenly, he pulls out of me, and unexpectedly releases on top my back. He's never done this before.

"That's because you came before me..."

I'm frustrated that he didn't shoot into me yet happy that he experienced the allure of the power. He collapses in bed besides me; I move to untie my hands. I could have done so at any time, but it was nice to be at his mercy.

"Wow... Jim, you surprised me this morning."
"I thought you might enjoy it."
"When did you get that toy? Is it mine?"
"No... Bought it a few days ago."
"You're a naughty boy. You weren't shy buying it for me?"
"A little, but I decided I'd do it anyway."
"It was great idea... and a great gift.... can you wipe my back?"

He laughs and proceeds to do so. I look at the time and realize it's already almost eleven AM.

"I've been up for two hours now."
"You let me sleep?"
"You looked so comfortable... I didn't want to wake you at first."
"I'm glad you did."

Jim seems quiet all of a sudden. I try to get him talking, and we play around with words before he actually tells me what's really on his mind.

"I think... I've been unfair."
"Unfair? To whom?"
"To everyone. You, Jenn, myself."
"Is this about Jenn?"
"No... This is about me. I'm scared, Sarah. Scared I might lose you."
"Why?"
"Because I was raised in a good, clean, wholesome family. A mom and a dad, kids, stability... I see you with Jenn, and I always wonder... would she go back to her and leave me?"
"Jim! I'd never do that."
"How can you be sure?"

His question hits me like a semi-trailer. He's right. I can't be sure. I don't think I would, but then again, the future is unwritten, and things can happen.

"My job... my needs as your boyfriend is to answer your needs, as well as mine. That includes sex... but if you can get sex anywhere, anytime... what makes ours special?"
"Jim, I think I know why you're afraid."

I kiss him passionately before continuing.

"You're the one I've chosen. I want to spend my life with you. I know this sounds like a commitment, and it is. From the way I was brought up, I always believed one day I'd meet the man of my dreams. And you're it."
"But how can you say that and have sex with Jennifer?
"Because sex and love... they're two different things. I agree, they get confusing. All the time. And I can't say I don't still love Jennifer. But can you say you don't still love Kim, at all?"

He pauses to consider. Me bringing up his old girlfriend may be the way to make him understand me better.

"Maybe. I haven't seen her in years."
"But if she dropped in, tomorrow, and wanted to rekindle your affair, what would you do?"
"I wouldn't act on it."
"Even if you wanted it badly?"
"No... well, I don't think I'd act on it. Because of you."
"Really? Because of me? You'd hold back because of me?"
"I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"So... it would be my fault if you didn't do anything."
"That's not what I'm saying."
"But that's what you're thinking."

I let my words sink in.

"Jim, think about it. The only reason you're holding back from doing anything with Jenn - or anyone else - is for my sake. But that's not true. You're doing it for your sake."
"If I was doing it for my sake, I might act on it. But you might get hurt."
"But it's still your decision. It always is."

We remain quiet for a moment. The conversation is taking an unexpected turn, but I don't want to let it die out. We need to adress this issue before moving on.

"To me, there's love and there's sex. That's why I can do it."
"I'm not sure it's the same with me."
"Maybe it isn't. But that doesn't mean we're incompatible. You've come a long way in a few shorts months. I've grown too; I'm more mature and more in control. Thanks to you. I'm not saying I want to have sex with other people, because I don't. I'm saying if we don't entertain the possibility, if we take each other for granted, and imagine that the other won't be affected, there will be trouble."
"I don't take you for granted... you keep me on my toes."
"And I apologize for any stress this might cause you."

Jim's next comment takes me by surprise.

"Sometimes, I think we should break up for a while."
"What?"
"Let me finish. You're asking me to be open-minded and to think outside of the box. But I've never done it before I met you. And now, now that we're together, it feels like I can't... experiment. For your sake. Maybe it really is about me, though, come to think of it. I'm the one holding myself back."
"Here's the thing with me, Jim. In all my previous relationships, Jennifer, Brad, the others before them, I've always had an openness about experimenting. Brad enjoyed seeing me with other girls. I swapped partners with Claire and Cassie while I was with Jennifer. I've always done these things. I guess I can understand where you're coming from."
"It feels wrong sometimes, to have these thoughts."
"On that, I have to agree with you. But I've learned that they're just thoughts, and that they're not wrong if you're conscious about them. If everyone's on the up-and-up."
"This is probably going to sound mean, Sarah, but do you think, maybe, your previous relationships didn't work out because of that openness?"

I can sense the anxiety in Jim's voice as he rolls out the question. To be honest, the thought has crossed my mind more than once. But when I look back at those relationships, I realize that it's not likely to be the case, or maybe just once, with my second boyfriend.

"It's not mean. It's a valid question and maybe it influenced things."
"I'm just trying to make sense of it."
"You think that maybe if we weren't together, you might be more open to trying things out with other people?"
"Maybe. I don't really know. I don't want us to be apart. I love you. You make me feel great, alive. But sometimes, questions creep up."

We fall silent for a second time in the conversation. Jim switches topics.

"I've thought about tonight. I think you should be in charge of Brigitte, and I'll handle Brad."
"All right."
"And... if you want to... play with Brigitte, I don't mind."
"Are you sure?"
"No!"

He laughs. I hug him tight.

"I won't do anything either of us might regret, I promise."

He kisses me.

"I'm still trying to understand how I could stand and watch and film you and Jennifer in costume, and why it didn't bother me."
"Maybe because it was fiction."
"Perhaps. It's still a little surreal."
"Think of it like this. It was acting, and that's why I think it was... relatively okay. You were behind the camera and experiencing... the distance."
"The distance?"
"Yeah... you weren't involved, you were just watching. It wasn't me and Jenn, it was our characters. Roleplaying. You're a little voyeur, aren't you?"
"You know I am."
"I think that's why this appealed to you. You weren't involved, so you didn't have to get emotionally involved, you didn't have to ask questions."
"Could be."
"Maybe we can work with that..."
"How?"
"I'm not sure. But let's think about it. We should really get up. We're already late for the beach!"

We hurriedly get up and decide not to take a shower. I put my bikini under my clothes as Jim gathers stuff for lunch. I'm glad we had that chat. It puts things into perspective. I'm not saying I want him to have sex with someone else, but I am thinking that if he did, and if he was honest about it, I'd be fine with it. He hasn't reached the point where he can split sex and love: most people never do. I'm not infallible in that department either. I guess we'll both have to see if we want to work on it.

[interesting]

When we get to the beach, everyone is there. I'm saddened by the fact that Jennifer has not come. Thomas says she's not feeling well today. I'm wondering how much is because she is still avoiding me, but Thomas says he paid her a visit this morning, and she did seem unwell.

"Maybe she caught a bug posing naked?"

Everyone laughs. Jimmy is stunned.

"Ya mean... ya know a real live nude model? Sweet!"
"You may get to meet her soon."
"Off the hook!"

The day's events are somewhat tamer than what I'm hoping for. We build sand castles, take in the sun, go for a swim. I manage to get Jim into the water up to his neck; he remains in a transe for the entire duration, but it counts for something. I congratulate and reward him with a massage on the beach.

The same girls who came to ask us to play volleyball are there, so we repeat the exercise. Their names are Julie and Sandy. We get to know a little more about them, as they tell us they're best friends, both studying in psychology at college. They want to work with the elderly. They're very athletic and Brigitte and I get beaten twice. I decide to up the ante for the final game; whoever wins gets the losers to do something for them. As I expected, they win. They ask us to massage them and apply sunscreen. Brigitte and I are only too happy to oblige, and the guys are only too eager to watch. I get to work on Julie. She is taller than me, very slim and athletic, with relatively short dark hair; I rub my hands over her full form as I apply the sunscreen. I enjoy it a lot. We get to talking about boys.

"See that guy over there... my boyfriend, Jim."
"The guy with the nice ass."
"Yeah."

I laugh.

"You have someone?"
"Nope."
"How about Sandy?"
"She doesn't have anyone either. Your friend, Brigitte... she's quite something."
"She is, but I don't really know her. She's with Brad."
"The scrawny guy?"
"Yeah..."

I turn her around on her back, and start applying the sunscreen to her shoulders. I stare at her perky breasts, almost invisible now that she is lying on her back.

"You have a great body."
"Thanks!"

I just want to massage her chest, but we're in public and I don't know how she'd take it. Lying on top of her, my sex resting against her naked hip through the cloth of my bikini, I get excited. My nipples harden. She notices.

"You... into girls?"

I'm not entirely sure what to answer. I want to say yes.

"I'm into... beauty."

She becomes shy. I apologize.

"Don't. It's flattering."

I bite my lower lip.

"What are you thinking of?" Julie asks.
"You... me... in the water."
"What about your boyfriend?"
"There's that."

I suddenly realize I'm acting in the exact manner that I'm reproaching to Jim. The notion hits me hard.

"Are you all right?"

Julie is very observant.

"I'm just coming to terms with the fact that I love my boyfriend."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"In itself, no."

I lean in on her, letting my chest rest against hers.

"It does have some... impact."

Julie smiles. She seems to understand my predicament. She kisses me on the cheeks, then hugs me close. I notice the guys are staring.

"We've all had that problem, beautiful. If you change your mind, I'll be here all week."

What is it about me that attracts these people? How is it that everyone wants to fuck me? It's always been like this. The only one who's never actually wanted to do it is Tom, and it's because he's gay. And we've still done quite a lot.

Julie lets me go.

"You should go back to your boyfriend."
"I should."

I kiss her back on her cheek, then straighten myself and head straight for Jim. I grab his hand and pull him away from the group, towards the showers.

"What?"
"Damn!"

He doesn't seem to understand.

"Julie just made a pass at me... damn damn!"

Jim does not seem to understand the implications.

"So?"
"So... damn it, Jim! Have you seen her?"
"Yes, I have."
"She's so damn hot! ugh! Why does this always happen to me?
"What do you mean?"
"Yesterday, it was Brigitte... today it's her. And I'm with you, and I'm horny, and I want to do everything in sight!"

I've probably never had such an obvious reaction in the past.

"I think you're right..."
"About what?"
"About us taking a break..."

For a moment, silence creeps up on me. I feel like I've over-talked. But Jim is surprisingly calm about my comment.

"Sarah... Look at me."

I stare into his eyes. I see the smile hidden there, despite his serious face.

"I love you, you know that."
"I do. And I love you too, but..."
"No buts. You don't need to apologize for feeling the way you do. You need to reason with it. I'd love to give you the freedom to do... whatever you want. I mean it."

He smiles for real.

"There's this song, by Sting... If You Love Somebody, Set Them Free. It's been playing in my head the whole afternoon. Do you want to have sex with her?"
"No... Yes... Not really. It just seems that people only want me when they can't have me."
"You're exaggerating."
"And I guess I am stressed that I can't act on it. Even if I don't want to act on it. It's like... the choice has been removed. That sucks."
"It does. I know. It's like me. I don't want to sleep with Jennifer, but the fact that I have the opportunity and can't act on it... that's what's really bothering me."

I kiss him passionately. My next words are hesitant.

"Maybe... we should take a break?"
"What would that accomplish? Let's say we do... let's say, you go your way, I go mine, we have all the fun we want, then get back together."
"Okay... let's say we do."
"You'll end up having fun on your end, I'll do the same... but what does it really change?"
"I'm not sure."
"Nothing. You can have your fun and still be with me. We can share the things we live. I don't want to be apart from you."
"I don't either."
"We just have to keep talking about these things. Work them separately, not as a whole. What do you want to do about Julie? Do you think she's looking for long term?"
"No... She's not. She knows I'm with you. I told her..."
"Do you want to be with her?"
"Maybe... but, I don't want it to affect our relationship."
"It already does. The question is: what do we do about it?"
"But what if... it was a man? I know you're relatively okay with me being with other girls... but what if it was a man?"
"As I said, Sarah. One situation at a time. Don't make a big ball out of something small."

He kisses me gently. With all I'm putting him through, I'm amazed at his level of control and intelligence. I knew he was unique the first time I laid eyes on him: I just didn't know how much until now.

"There's only one thing, Sarah."
"What? Name it."
"I need to be kept in the loop. Whatever you decide, whatever happens, we need to communicate. It has to be both our decisions."
"Well, I'm not going to decide anything today. I'm going to think about it first."

This is something new for me too. Back in the day, I would have jumped on Julie without hesitation, even when I was involved with someone else. That's why my relationship with Jim is so important to me. He's allowed me to become more mature, he's challenged my own limitations and morality in ways I had never imagined. I actually have to consider things before acting on them, and I think that's an improvement.

We return to the group and sit down to soak in the rays before they vanish for the day. I'm feeling much rested. I notice Julie and Sandy are gone. I'm okay with that. We'll probably get to see them tomorrow. If we don't, I'm fine with that too.

I manage to glance over at Jimmy and Thomas. They are playfully brawling in the sand, performing wrestling moves. I am amazed at Jimmy's speed; Thomas' strength is equally impressive. They look good together. It's obvious Jimmy is not turned away by Thomas' homosexuality, but it's still unclear how Jimmy truly feels. We'll need to get to that eventually, but not today, and certainly not tonight.

My gaze wanders to Brigitte, who is being massaged by Brad. She is relaxing on her chest and he is applying himself to kneading her entire form. I wonder at the nights' events. It's already been decided that we'll go to Brigitte's place after supper; we have reservations at a local fancy Italian restaurant placed by Thomas. It's probably better for what we have planned that Brad and Brigitte be in a comfortable environment.

I lean towards Jim and make him look in their direction.

"Are you sure you can go through with this?"
"I am. You've briefed me enough."
"Have you asked Brad about the things I asked?"
"Yes... he was reluctant to answer at first, but I told the questions came from you. Apparently, he had no choice but to answer."

I smile.

"What did he say?"
"He said she doesn't let him come inside her. Also, that she inserts things into his..."
"Okay, I get it."

Anal penetration is something that Jim still feels uneasy about. We've talked about it, but he still hesitates. He won't take me there, not that I really mind. I know Jennifer is really into it, but for my tastes, it's standard penetration all the way. I've tried anal stimulation and it only does so much to me.

"He sleeps beside her bed, on a small cot, cuddled in ball. She often gags him at night."
"I can't believe Brad is so much into this. When we were together, he could barely participate in our games."
"I guess he found something he likes."
"Good for him."
"Brad also told me that a lot of his 'work' has to do with worshipping her... but I'm not sure I understand what that entails. I mean, I get worshipping a God, but how do you worship a person?"
"Same thing really. Their needs go first, you do as they want, you pay them the proper respect and call them by the appropriate names."
"And what about humiliation?"
"That varies. Spanking works, forcing the individual to perform acts they don't want to perform, creating situations that make them feel uneasy."
"And people enjoy that?"
"They usually enjoy the rush that comes from it. It's all willing, people pretend to resist because it's... it's how it works."

I've already had this conversation with Jim, but having it again makes him feel more secure.

"Are you nervous?"
"Utterly. I'll be fine though. I trained on you this morning."

We kiss. The sun is beginning to fade. My mind wanders to thoughts of Jennifer. I really need to set the record straight with her. My conversation with Jim has really opened my eyes to the need of communication. I'll find a way to force Jennifer to talk to me. Ideas are already forming a line in my mind. I tell them to wait. There are other things that I need to focus on right now.

[interesting]

We get to the restaurant after leaving the beach. The atmosphere is playful. Jimmy apparently has a training session tonight and Thomas is going along to be his sparring partner. In a way, I'm glad Jennifer is not here or we would need to either involve her in the night's activities or send her on her way.

I can sense the anticipation in Brigitte's body and mind. She is ecstatic, though she doesn't tell anyone why. We can't get out of the restaurant fast enough. Jimmy says he might not be able to make it tomorrow, but I try to insist. I promise to make it worth his while if he does drop by. He says he'll hold me to my word as he's looking at Jim. Thomas and Jimmy depart. We take Brigitte's car to her place. She lives in a duplex; I'm amazed that she can afford such a house. Then again, I know very little about her.

As we come in, we drop our coats on the hooks near the entrance. It's a small place; there's a staircase going up and down. Brigitte shows us around, first the top of the stairs with a living room, kitchen and adjacent dining room, and a bathroom with a toilet and a shower.

Bottom of the stairs is a large play room and the bedroom. In the playroom, the walls are lined with shelves and drawers. The floor is carpeted. I notice several hinges on the back wall. The bedroom is unremarkable except for a small cot beside it and a leash hanging from the edge. Both Jim and I know what this is for.

We get back upstairs. Brigitte offers us coffee but I decline, insisting on a glass of water instead. We sit down at her kitchen table.

"It's a really nice place. How can you afford it?"
"I have money stashed away."

I find her answer elusive and somehow out of character. She's usually more forward about these things. I speculate it's because the money comes from somewhere she'd rather not talk about.

"Well, it is lovely. Cozy."
"Thank you. So... what do we do now?"
"First, we talk a little. It's just the four of us, and we all know the type of arrangement you two have with each other. Which is fine. Tonight, though, there are new rules."

I sense Brigitte anticipating my next words.

"Tonight, you both have new masters. Jim will take care of Brad... and I'll handle you, Brigitte."
"Yes, Mistress."

How quickly she falls into character. Brad stares at Jim, unsure of what to think. It's time for my boyfriend to assert himself.

"Just because you have a new master, don't expect me to be lenient, Brad. You're my puppy now!"

It's almost funny hearing Jim say it. He's trying to remain serious but I can tell he finds the whole notion unsettling. I know he'll manage, because he's a good actor and knows his limits. I turn to Jim.

"So... you take downstairs and I'll take upstairs?"
"All right."
"Brigitte, go down stairs, retrieve all your toys and clothes and bring them to the living room. Now!"

Brigitte obeys without a word. Within minutes, she's back in the living room, laying out devices and clothing for me to select. Meanwhile, Brad has followed Jim downstairs. I'll have to check up on them from time to time. I get back to Brigitte who is standing at attention. I motion her to sit on the floor while I peruse her wardrobe. She is definitely into this more than I imagined. She has everything, and then some. She's into things that abhor even me. It's going to be a tough call. I select a black thong, toss it in her face. She has a black corset that exposes her breasts. I pick that one; I also pick a bra with zips so the cups can be removed. All of her shoes are high heels; I select black stiletto heels. I see a small vibrator with a remote control. I toss it to her as well.

"Get undressed!"

I make my voice sound commanding. She strips naked in a flash and stands at attention. She is very beautiful. A question pops into my head.

"How old are you, Brigitte?"
"Twenty, mistress."

Two years my senior.

"I want you to put on everything I've tossed in front of you."

She starts by sliding the thong up, then sliding the vibrator into herself before holding it in place with the thong. She then puts on the corset; I help her tie it up. It moulds her form in a very unique manner. She straps on the bra, then the heels. She's taller than me now.

I retrieve a collar tied to a leash and tell her to get on all fours. I tie the collar to her neck.

"You're my dog now!"

She barks. I hear a bark from downstairs in response.

"You have a friend I believe."

Brigitte lets her tongue fall out.

"We are going to have some fun, tonight, right doggy?"

She barks again, and the other 'dog' replies. I yell.

"Close the door!"

I head the door to downstairs closing.

"If you're a good doggy, we'll let you play with your friends downstairs. But not before."

Brigitte is jumping about in anticipation of the games. I've rarely seen someone get so much into it so fast. I have a thought for Jennifer, who would really be enjoying this. I get back to Brigitte and strut her around the apartment. I have her then play fetch with a small toy bone. She plays the part expertly, to the extent that I start actually treating her like a dog. I take out a pail, pour water into it and get her to lap it up. I see she has dog food - but no dog. I can only imagine what it's for. I take out the package. She yelps happily. I serve the food in another pail and she wolfs it down. She is by far the most intent roleplayer I have ever seen.

I drag her back to the living room and tell her to kneel before me.

"You can speak like a human now. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I better like the answers."
"Yes mistress. I am yours to command."
"What would you like to do now?"
"Anything you wish, mistress."

I suddenly think of Jim and Brad downstairs. I have to check in on them.

"You will remain here! I will be right back. Do not move!"

She sits quietly as I go down the stairs and knock on the door. Jim comes to open it.

"Yes?"
"Are you all right?
"Sure. Brad's having fun here.
"What do you have him doing?"
"Well, I walked him a bit, then I had him play around with a ball. Right now, he's tied to the wall and I've gagged him; he kept barking."
"Okay, but remember, you can't just leave him there forever. You need to see if he's learnt his lesson."
"I know. I was about to ungag him, see if he continues barking."
"Don't forget, you can ask him what he wants to do as well."
"I've got it."

I kiss Jim fleetingly before going back up the stairs. Brigitte has not budged from her position. I'm amazed at her level of control. I congratulate her. I sense for her gaze that she wants something from me.

"What do you want?"

She barks.

"You can speak in human tongue."
"I wish to worship your legs."
"And what do you wish to do to my legs?"
"Anything my mistress desires."

I smile. I take off my shorts; I have still have my bikini bottom. I was wearing sandals so my feet are also bare. I decide to take off my camisole as well, so I'm standing in my red bikini in her living room. I walk up to her.

"Lick my foot."

She complies. The feeling of her tongue is strange.

"The other one too."

She switches foot. It's mildly stimulating but mostly ticklish. She alternates from one foot to the other, moving slowly up to my ankles. I decide to sit down on the sofa and let her continue.

"Do you enjoy that?" I ask.
"I do, mistress."

Her tongue is very agile. It is becoming very sensual. I see her gaze lift itself up, once in a while. She's staring at my sex. That turns me on more than the rest.

"Would you like to see it, slave?"
"Yes, mistress, nothing would give me greater pleasure."

I'm tempted to say no. Jim is just down the stairs. But having Brigitte see me naked is not really something Jim would object to, not after everything that's happened. I'm also thinking of the possible consequences. Brigitte is overbearing. The only way I've been able to manage her is to have her submit to me completely. I have to remember that she is my rival, to some extent, since she is Brad's new lover. I tend to detach myself from these considerations. Does she really have it in for me because Brad wanted to get back with me? Somehow, I doubt it. I'm having a hard time understanding what's going on through her head.

I decide to have her beg for it.

"Please, mistress..."
"Please what?"
"Let me see your pussy."
"That's a naughty word."
"I'm sorry, mistress."
"You said a dirty word, you need to be punished."
"Yes, mistress. I am sorry."

I tell her to stand up against the wall, legs spread. I grab a plastic strap lying on the sofa, one of the toys she brought up, and I start to whip her on the upper hips and ass.

"What is the word you're not supposed to say?"
"Pussy."

As she repeats it, I slap her again.

"What is the word again?"
"Pussy."

I repeat the exercise a couple more times. Eventually, she refuses to say it. I go to stand immediately behind her, breathing down her neck.

"Say the word again and I'll slap you harder."

I slap her once on her bottom, then turn her around and return her to all fours.

"Do you still want to see it?"
"Yes, mistress. Please, let me see it."

I pull the cloth of the bikini bottom sideways and show her my pink. I see her salivating. It would probably feel very good to have her lick it.

"Do you want to lick it?"

The words escape my mouth before I have time to think about it. I can always take them back.

"Yes."

One lick can't hurt.

"Close your eyes and raise your head. Don't move until I say so."

I place my sex in her face, near her mouth. She doesn't budge. I suddenly ask myself why I am subjecting myself to this. My mind is playing tricks with me. Or is it my hormones?

"Lick once."

I sense her tongue sliding across my hole. It's quite intoxicating. I want her to continue, but my conscience, and the memory of Jim, snaps me out of it.

Unexpected anger fills me. I want to humiliate her. The reasons are not entirely clear, but I want her to suffer a little. I drag her to the bathroom. As I enter, I take off my bikini bottom. This game is taking on a life of its own. I'm considering things which two minutes ago would have been out of question.

I get her head over the bath, facing upwards and kneel over her, my sex near her face.

"You want to eat me?
"Yes mistress.
"All right. You can eat me while I pee."

I can't understand the thoughts that are going through my head. Will she actually do it? I'm glad Jim is elsewhere at the moment. I'm grossing myself out.

Brigitte buries her head in my sex, her tongue lashing out against my hole. It feels wonderful; I almost regret my decision, but I have no time to do anything about it because I start to pee in her face. I'm disgusted by my own behavior, let alone hers, but I can't stop peeing. The liquid flows across her face, and I almost feel an orgasm coming. This is not leaving this room. There is no way I am ever telling this to Jim.

Once the flow trickles down, I order Brigitte to stop. She pulls away without hesitation. I order her to wipe me with toilet paper. She wipes the liquid that has also dripped across my legs. I then tell her to wash herself. My own actions are tormenting me, but Brigitte seems perfectly fine with it. I'm feeling dizzy from the excitement, stimulation and stress. Once Brigitte is clean, we return to the living room where I lie down. I'm not feeling too good about what I just did. Brigitte just remains there, waiting on me.

"Lie down and be quiet now."

She executes my order. I'm not exactly sure how much time passes but I hear Jim's voice coming from downstairs.

"I think my puppy wants a playmate."

I see Brigitte look up and stare at me. She seems oblivious to my own feelings. I gather my wits and head downstairs. I suddenly realize I'm not wearing any underwear. I stop to ponder if I should put it on, and order Brigitte to fetch it for me. It's still in the bathroom. She returns, holding it in her mouth. I put it on. Brigitte follows me downstairs, as best as she can on all fours.

The minute we enter the room, Jim has to hold back on Brad's leash. I've never actually seen Brad in such a humiliating position. He's gagged at the mouth, a leash around his neck, wearing a tight corset and nothing on his lower body. It almost draws me a smile, but I'm still queasy from my experience. I release Brigitte, who crawls over to Brad. She moves about him and goes to sniff his crotch.

Jim looks at me and notices my unease.

"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine."

I don't want to go into detail. I'm feeling enough shame as it is. He might understand; then again, he might not. I don't want to chance it.

Brad is now sniffing Brigitte's ass. They're both on all fours. Jim retrieves a gag and goes towards Brigitte. She backs off. I manage to move about and grab her leash, then hold her still while Jim gags her. From ny new angle, I can see Brad's hard-on. I pull Brigitte's thong off. I've already made up my mind to humiliate both of them, for reasons that are beyond me. Jim, oddly enough, seems more into it than I am.

"I think I know what my puppy wants."

He moves Brad into position, as I hold Brigitte in place. Brad climbs on top of Brigitte and tries to slide into her. Somehow, he fails, although I can't see why. She is extremely wet and he is very hard. He tries again, to no avail. I look at Jim, perplexed. He doesn't seem to understand it more than me. I suddenly realize that usually, a man uses his hands to glide himself in or just set up position. Brad, like a dog, is only using his momentum and failing, possibly because he is somewhat clumsy.

I bite my back my stress and bend down. I grab hold of Brigitte's cheeks and spread them, exposing her lips. As Brad gets closer and tries again, Jim, following my lead, helps him stabilize himself. I stare as Brad's manhood finally enters Brigitte, disappearing into her. Using only the momentum from his hips, Brad starts pumping inside her. I get up and walk back towards Jim. He whispers to me:

"I can't believe we're actually watching them having sex like dogs!"
"Believe me, that's not the worst thing we could see them doing."

Despite their gags, both are trying to let go a few yelps. I know what Brigitte is thinking. She doesn't want Brad to come into her. But in this case, she doesn't have any choice. She's a bitch, and it wouldn't be logical for Brad to pull out. I don't see him wanting to do so either. He's been waiting for this for months now.

Such a spectacle might have stimulated me but in my present condition, it barely draws some excitement. Brigitte's appreciation of my stunt in the bathroom has left a bad taste in my mouth, and she was the one drinking my pee. This girl is far more twisted than I imagined initially.

We watch them go at it for a while, until we see the tensing in Brad's face. Brigitte is loving it as much as she resents the control we have over her. Brad releases into Brigitte, and Brigitte herself can't help but arch her back as Brad brings her to satisfaction. Brad collapses on top of Brigitte; Jim goes over and pulls Brad off. He is still dripping from their combined juices. Brigitte has a hard time making her way up to me, and I remove the gag.

"Was that good, Brigitte?"
"Yes, mistress. It was perfect."
"I think we're done for tonight."

Jim looks at me. He doesn't seem to understand. Our initial was to drag it on until almost midnight, and it's barely past ten. From the look I give him, he understands I've had enough. We release Brad and Brigitte from their bonds. I hurriedly go back to gather my stuff; we let them do the clean-up.

I'm already out the door when Jim is making his goodbyes to them. He joins me on the street. We've already decided to walk home. As he comes over, I hug him tight.

"Are you all right?"
"Oh Jim... I'm not sure what to think."
"Something happen?"
"Yes... and I don't want to talk about it."

He pauses.

"Remember what I said about communication?"
"I do. I'm sorry. It's just... things came over me tonight, things I'm not really proud of. Nothing much happened, but it was enough to freak me out... did you have fun?"
"To be honest, not much. It was kind of funny watching Brad go about as a dog, but after thirty minutes, it got pretty repetitive. It's not for me, I'll tell you that much."
"Well, we can agree on that. I'm not doing this again. Not with them, anyways."

Jim seems unsatisfied with my answers but says nothing. I decide to reassure him.

"I thought I could handle Brigitte... I mean, I thought I knew what she wanted. Turns out she's more of a handful than I imagined. I don't know how she got like that."
"Like what?"
"She's into... well, things I'm not into. Let's leave it at that for the moment."
"I'm guessing she has her reasons, like you do. Everybody has a reason for doing something."
"But sometimes you don't understand why, even after you've done it."

I hug Jim close and kiss him.

"We better head back. It's a long way and we have another big day tomorrow."
"Someday you tell me about it?"
"Someday. I promise. Right now, I want to think of something else."

[interesting]

I guess something happened many years ago that changed my outlook on life. It got me thinking about all those experiences I could live or wanted to live, and I decided, though not very consciously at the time, to act on almost every impulse, good or bad, that ever came into my mind.

I'm only bringing this up because I have begun to realize that this way of life isn't all it's cracked up to be. In the past few weeks, I have lived through things which some years or months back would never have seemed possible to me. The irony is doubled by the fact that I seem to be pushing my limits further than before since I started going out with Jim. In the past few weeks, I've experienced a threesome (not entirely new for me but I'd never been involved in a relationship at the same time in my previous experiences); I've done an erotic movie with my best friend filmed by my boyfriend; I've even let someone I don't really like lick me while I peed on her, all part of some strange bondage fantasy. That last experience, particularly, has left me wondering about myself. It's also the only one I did not share with Jim.

When I set out after Jim, around six months ago, I wanted to tone myself down. I wanted to give Jim time to catch up to my level of comfort with my friends and with my sexuality. I remember distinctly promising myself to hold back, and then failing to live up to that promise multiple times. I remember promising Jim to do the same once we became officially an item; I can recall several occasions where I pushed my limits to the breaking point since then.

I'm coming to a sad realization in my life, one that I'm not very proud of. I can't keep my word, not to my friends and not to myself. I have tried to keep my ideas in check, or to simply let them be or keep them as fantasies, but my fantasies have a way of catching up with me. I somehow always manage to live them out, even the ones which disgust me, like that incident with Brigitte. I get some cheap thrill out of it. I never worry about the consequences. And here I was, just yesterday, congratulating myself on how much I've changed since Jim, how much more reflexion I bring to my activities!

My real question is what to do about it. It's not the first time I've had these thoughts but it really is the first time when they actually disturb me. I'd speak to Jim about it, but I want to work these things out on my own. Besides, how many promises have I already broken since we've been together? Too many, that's all I know. I don't want to involve him anymore than I have to in my problems.

The night after we play master and slave with Brad and Brigitte, I barely get to sleep. I find it ironic that Jim seems to simply put the whole encounter behind him. I think he had fun humiliating my former boyfriend, Brad. I think this made him feel good about himself. Having never experienced that kind of rush, he seems to have adopted it with ease. I don't mind at all. He's finding his niche, something with which he is comfortable. I'm the one experiencing the stress, hesitation and guilt.

As I lie awake in bed, I think of Jennifer and all that's happened between me and her. I understand why she can't bring herself to confront me. My feelings towards Brigitte reflect those I currently have for Jennifer. When Brad told me Brigitte wanted to meet me, I was ecstatic about it. I wanted to meet the girl who had stolen Brad's heart; ironically enough, she wanted to do the same. When we met and she came at me aggressively, I decided to play with her and not get angry. When she pushed her advances on me, I took control of the situation. But I forgot the most basic rule of master/slave relationships. The power is shared, and it's often the slave who has the most control over what's happening. I let myself believe that I could handle Brigitte; I think I imagined it would be like handling Jennifer. I was wrong. I did something stupid with it. It's not so much peeing on her as letting her lick me, I now realize.

I love Jennifer so much; I don't want to let her go. In some sick way, Brigitte was taking Jennifer's place. She was someone I could control, someone I could bend to my will, someone I could vent upon my frustrations over Jennifer. But I may have to let Jennifer go, because as much as I love her, I know I love Jim more.

I manage to get a few hours of restful sleep, but even my dreams are tormented by images of Brigitte and myself in bondage. The details are sketchy but I know what they represent.

In the morning, I wake up before Jim. I go take a shower and return to the bedroom. He is still sleeping. I decide to hit the books and do something constructive with my morning, to take my mind off the issues still running around in my brain.

When Jim finally gets up, he comes over to the kitchen where I'm hard at work. He kisses me on the cheek and I barely look up. As he brings me a glass of orange juice, he sits on the other side of the table, in his bathrobe.

"Want to talk about it?"

I must really look upset because I'm trying hard not to. For him to see through my mask, he must really be intuitive. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm studying in the middle of spring break in the morning.

"I wanted to catch up on my studies."
"Okay."

He gets up and kisses me on the forehead before heading to the bathroom for a shower. I'm not feeling very stimulated at the moment; at other times, I might have wanted to join him. I bury my head in the books until he comes out, then we start gathering our stuff for the day's activities at the beach. I'm hoping nothing happens today. I want some quiet time alone, to reflect on all that's happened.

When we hit the sand, I realize how silly my expectation is. Tom is there, and with him, Jimmy and Jennifer. I stare at her from a distance, as if I was seeing her for the first time. Jim pulls me back to reality.

"She's here, it seems."
"I was kind of hoping... never mind."

We head towards our friends. We know Brad and Brigitte will not be with us today, and I'm thankful for it. I honestly don't know how I'll react to Brigitte the next time I see her. Besides, right now, I have a more pressing issue with my best friend.

Jennifer looks up at us but doesn't smile. I wonder how much coercing Tom had to do to get her here. She's not even carrying a bag, and she's not dressed for the beach at all.

"Hi Jenn."
"Sarah. Jim."

Her tone is not unfriendly, but it is detached. She is hurting. I want to take her in my arms, hug her tight and apologize. She won't let me get close. Tom and Jimmy head for the sand. Jennifer is not moving.

"Jim, can you go ahead with the boys?"
"Sure."

I know she is angry at Jim too, but right now, Jennifer's attention seems to be solely focused on me.

"It's good to see you," I say.

She barely acknowledges my comment.

"Jenn... please, talk to me."
"What's there to talk about? We had fun, it was a nice experiment, and that's it. It's over."
"It was more than an experiment to me, Jenn. Can we sit somewhere?"

I manage to drag her to a nearby bench and we sit. I can feel her resentment towards me, but I also sense how this is torturing her and how much she is holding on to her grudge. I need to get the conversation going.

"Do you know how it felt to be with you again, Jenn?"
"I do."
"When we broke up..."
"That was over a year and a half ago, Sarah, get over it."
"Jenn, when you broke up with me, you told me it was for my own good. Remember?"
"I remember. What's your point?"
"You hurt me back then, but you were right."
"You sure know how to cheer a girl up!"

I try to grab her hand but she pulls it away.

"Jenn!"
"What? What do you want me to say? It was a bad idea, Sarah, simple as that. We thought we could make it work, we both did! But Jim... he's not into that."
"He might come around to it.
"You're fooling yourself if you think that."

She looks towards Jim.

"He's not the best looking guy on the block or the most athletic, but he is caring, smart and intelligent. I can see what you love in him."
"You love him too, right?"
"No. Not in the same way I love you. Sure, I'd like to fuck him, but have you ever met a guy I wouldn't fuck?"

She marks a pause, as if she's thinking up a few names.

"My point is, we tried something and it didn't work. End of story."
"But that's not the end, Jenn. You're punishing me, Jim and yourself, and I don't understand why."
"I don't know why!"

Her last comment was so loud we see heads turning in our direction. She lowers her tone.

"Maybe I wanted this to work. And it can't, and that's frustrating to me."
"It might work eventually. I've been talking with Jim, and there would be ways to go around his limitations, I know it."
"But I don't want that. I want a relationship, and I don't want to wait around for Jim to open his mind, because chances are he won't. Sarah... do you realize you're the only real girlfriend... steady relationship I've ever had?"
"No, but now that you mention it..."
"You've always been my number one. Just because I've had sex left and right doesn't make it untrue."

I look away, somehow intimidated by her words.

"Whenever I'm around you Sarah, things happen."
"Believe me; things happen even when you're not there. At least, when it's you, it's easier to deal with."

Jennifer seems puzzled by my reaction.

"Want to talk about it?"

I hear Jim's voice echo in hers.

"No. It's really nothing I can't handle on my own. Jenn, you've always been by my side, no matter what. What changed? Is it Jim?"
"As much I'd like to say yes, no. It's not him."
"Then what?"
"I wish I knew."

I think about my own situation and compare it to Jennifer's. I want to help sort her life out.

"Maybe you're jealous?"
"Of?"
"Me and Jim. I mean, we're in a steady relationship now... as much as we can be."

My side note does not go unnoticed to Jenn but she remains on topic.

"I guess I just want what you have. So maybe it's jealousy."
"I wish I could give it to you."
"You do... in your own way. I just have to deal with these issues, and to be honest Sarah, this time apart, these few days, they have helped me clear my head. I guess I'm not as mad as I want to be."

She laughs. Her first smile since I got here. I go to hug her and this time she lets me do it. I kiss her cheeks.

"Jenn, why do we fight?"
"So we can make up?"

We kiss fleetingly.

"I can't stay."
"Why?"
"I'm still sort of sick. I think I caught something, or maybe I was already sick and my down just caused me to feel it. I'm feeling better though."
"Can I do anything to help?"
"I'd like you to drop by tonight. Only you."
"Of course."
"Don't get any ideas."

She smiles; I smile back.

"I'd just like to spend some time with you, get to know you again. I've missed you. Not just this past week."
"I know. I've missed you too."

We hug again, then she gets up.

"I should be going. My head is all woozy."
"Will you be all right?"
"I'll take the bus. Can you drop by around six?"
"Yes. I'll bring something to eat."
"Something light."

Jennifer leaves. I watch her walk away, feeling more at peace with myself. Somewhere in the back of my head, a little voice is reminding me that this is not resolved and that I still have other issues to deal with, but I make it go away. I want to enjoy the afternoon.

Thomas, Jimmy and Jim are sitting near the water, in their swimming trunks. I remove my camisole, exposing my blue bikini top. I get a few good looks from the guys. I remove my bottom, exposing my matching bikini bottom. Jimmy is intently staring at my thighs. Thomas is beside him.

"Ya, she's a fine."
"Don't we know it!"

I smile at them and head for Jim.

"I'm going to go splash in the water a little."
"Okay. I'll soak in the sun for you. Did it go well with Jennifer? Where is she?"
"It went great. She went back home, but I'm meeting her later at the apartment."

I hit the water and splash around a little. Once in a while, I look up to see Jim reading a book or talking to the boys. Those two seem to be having fun. They're walking around the beach, looking at everybody there, chatting up conversations. I know they're good friends. I just wonder how much more they could be.

The day goes by without incident. I don't see Julie or Sandy and I'm glad I don't. This day is all about me. Once in a while, I get out of the water, go plant a kiss on Jim, chat up with Tom or Jimmy, then head back into the water. I play like this until late in the afternoon. Eventually, I get out and dry myself before putting my clothes back on. Jim comes up to me.

"So... going to your place, then?"
"Yeap. Going to hang out with Jennifer."

Jim grabs my hand and brings my gaze into his.

"Sarah, I know how much Jenn means to you. Do what you need to do. I won't mind."

I smile at Jim before kissing him.

"I know. I love you."

We hug. I wave goodbye to Thomas and Jimmy. Jim looks at me as I do.

"I'll hang out with them tonight. Should I be expecting you?"
"No. I have a key anyway. Don't wait up."

We kiss again. I don't particularly want to leave, but I know Jennifer is waiting on me. It's time to settle things. This means leaving Jim out of the loop for now.

I hope everything goes well. I couldn't stand another breakup with Jenn. I just couldn't.

[interesting]

I get to Jenn's house a little ahead of time. I left Jim at the beach with Tom and Jimmy, wished them a nice evening and hurried over to the bus stop. I rode all the way near my apartment. I haven't been here in a while.

As I near, I step off early and pick up some food for Jennifer and me. I'd like fried chicken, but I remember Jenn is not feeling so good, so I purchase a chicken salad instead and some light drinks. I make my way up the stairs. I go to knock on the door before I remember this is actually my place too. I push open the door and enter.

I hear the television in the background. Our roommates are away for the entire week so Jennifer has the entire apartment to herself. When I get to the living room, I see Jennifer sitting on the couch, watching some kind of action movie in her bathrobe. Her hair is still wet. She turns her head and gets up, then hugs me tightly before kissing me on the lips.

"Hi. I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad I'm here too."

I show her food. She drags me to the kitchen where we get plates and ustensils. I set the food on the table and we dig in. She seems to have a good appetite.

"Thanks."
"Have you eaten anything since this morning?"
"Just some soup."
"You must be starving!"

We share the meal. I tell her about my day, the swim and the sunbathing. She doesn't ask anything about Jim, but she does inquire as to how things are going between Tom and Jimmy. He must have told her about it.

"Okay, I suppose. It's hard to tell if Jimmy likes Tom as a friend or more. I just know he likes Tom.
"Is it true they've had sex in the past?"
"No, not sex. Just mutual blowjobs. Who told you that?"
"Nobody. It's the way Tom was talking about it."

We digress and talk about other things. We finally get back to the topic of our own relationship.

"Do you love me, Sarah?"
"I do. You're my best friend."
"I mean, love me. Really love me?"

I have to take a moment to consider my answer, not for itself but for its implications. The fact that I do makes Jennifer look away.

"That's what I thought."
"Wait a minute, Jenn..."
"It's okay. I get it."

I get up from my chair and walk across to her side of the table. I kneel in front of her and put my hand on hers, resting on the table.

"You know how I feel. Why are you making this hard?"
"I'm sorry."
"Jenn, this is me. We've known each other for years. You're my best. You don't have to apologize."

We fall silent. I'm the first to speak.

"I wanted it to work too, you know."
"The threesome?"
"I did. I love you so much."
"Why can't Jim be like a regular guy about it?"

We laugh. Most guys would fall in love with such an arrangement. Two gorgeous girls to have a passionate and sensual, not to mention sexual relationship with. It boggles the mind that Jim would not be into it, but I've learned to understand that Jim is more complex than most individuals I've been with.

"It did get us to talk about a lot of things, though. I'm grateful for that."
"Lucky you. Meanwhile, I'm here, pining away all alone."
"Jenn, we can have sex if we want to. Jim's okay with it."

Jennifer stares at me like I'm from another planet.

"If this was about sex, you think it would be a problem? This is about more than that. It's about being happy. I'm not happy right now."
"Why aren't you happy?"
"Because... I'm not with anyone."
"That makes you unhappy?"
"I see you with Jim, Bonnie and Barrie, Brad has his own girl now, even Tom is trying to get hitched. Claire and Cassie, they've been together for years now too. And me... I don't have anyone. I really am... alone."
"You've never been the type to settle down."
"I don't want to settle down. I want something steady. It used to be you, because you had no one else, I could call upon you and you'd help me. Now... it's different."

I take a step back.

"How is is different, Jen?"
"For starters, you're never here anymore. Any time we wanted to do something, we just did it. Now, you have to ask for permission."
"I don't!"
"You do, you just don't do it consciously. It's always about Jim, never about us."

I try to find something to say but end up staring at the ground. She makes a good point.

"What have you done since you started going out with Jim that he wasn't involved with or that did not approve? He was involved in everything we did."
"Not everything..."
"You get my point."
"I do. Jenn, this is really about us, not about him."
"It is. I always fancied you and I would get back together... or at least remain... friends with benefits."

We both stare into the void. Our relationship has become so much more complex in the past few months. Simple things now seem convoluted.

I close my eyes. I start stripping, top to bottom.

"Sarah, what are you doing?"

I pretend I don't hear her and keep getting naked. When I take off my bra, she gets up and walks over to me.

"We don't have to sleep together, you know."
"I know. And we don't have to. But I'm home. I should be able to get naked in my own home, right?"

She smiles at me and steps back. I remove everything and stand naked in front of her. She stares at my shape for a moment, but neither of us makes a move. I turn around and head for my bedroom, where I recover my own bathrobe and put it on. She joins me there, dragging my clothes back to the room. I turn to her.

Without a word, we return to the living room. I peruse our collection of DVDs and select an erotic comedy. I show it to Jenn.

"Want to watch it?"

It's one of her favorites. It's a story about two women uncovering their love for each other, while each is trying to maintain a semblance of a normal life with their respective male partners. I plug the disk into the machine and go sit beside Jennifer on the couch. We watch the story unfold, like all the times before. The girls train at the same gym, go to the same spa, hang out together at the tennis court, do groceries together. One night, both their husbands are out of town, they get drunk and decide to experiment; before they even realize it, they're teasing each other so much they almost set fire to the carpet. They decide they've had enough for one night. The husbands come back from their trip; one notices the rug and suspects his wife is having an affair; he sets up a hidden camera.

A week later, he goes on another trip; upon getting back he is shocked to discover his wife and that of his best friend making out on his couch. He goes to talk to his friend about it, so they hatch a plan to catch them in the act. Little do they know that the other wife has overheard them; the women decide to play a game on their husbands in return.

My favorite scene arrives in the movie; the men have been caught watching the girls; the girls ask the men if they want them to continue. The men say yes, but the girls say that the men must do whatever they want the girls to do as well. The scene ends up getting very awkward for the guys who end up making out on the couch, while the women watch; the women then make out for the men; things go awry when one husband has had enough and darts off.

After that, the movie gets boring until the end, where the couples decide to have sex together, but with their respective partners. I can't tell you how many times Jennifer and me got off on that particular scene. We imagined we were there with these couples. Now though, we're just leaning against each other, caressing each other's hair and holding hands.

The movie ends. Jennifer kisses me gently on the lips. She looks so tired.

"Are you sleepy?"
"Yeah. I can barely stay awake."
"It's barely past nine!"
"I know. I'm just beat."

I drag her to the bedroom and remove her bathrobe. I slide her under the covers. For a moment, I hesitate, then I take off my own bathrobe and join her under the sheets. I lay her head on my shoulder.

"Sleep now. I'll watch over you."

Jennifer kisses me goodnight and lets herself drift away. I won't get to sleep anytime soon, but at least I'm taking care of my friend. I caress her hair; I let one hand slide across her back. I wonder for a moment if Jim is all right, but I decide to leave him be for the night. It's not that I don't love him; it's that Jennifer needs my full attention right now. I am somewhat disappointed that we didn't have sex, but I am relieved that we have resolved most of our issues, or at least gotten them out.

Tomorrow is Thursday. This has been an eventful spring break, and it's not over yet. My mind drifts to thoughts of Brigitte, Julie and who else might want to get in my bed now. I return to Jim, to his embrace and find solace in his understanding. One thing at a time, he says, and I want it to be so. He just wants me to be open about everything. But can it really work? Could I just go out, have an adventure with someone, and just come back and talk to him about it? I remain skeptical.

A part of me still wants to try it though. I just don't know which one will win out in the end. After all, I've already shown I rarely keep my promises.

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I hope this answers your question, offkilter

Still to come - Thursday's up (part 18)... It's Jim's turn to spend some time alone with Jennifer, while Sarah goes to to the beach - can Jim and Jennifer learn to deal with one another?

Plus - Friday's gonna be a very big day indeed. Part 19 is being written, and so far contains seven different posts for the events that unfold during the day; things get more intense than ever for our beloved characters, now that Julie will be in charge...

Oh and someone dies. NOT!

[interesting]

When I wake up on Thursday morning, I'm at first very confused as to what is going on. I'm naked, which is normal, but not on a familiar bed. My eyes have trouble opening themselves. I feel someone suckling on my right nipple. I manage to get one eye open; Jennifer is in my arms, groping my right breast, teasing my right nipple with her tongue. I'd be stimulated if I wasn't so confused.

It takes me a moment to remember where I am. I spent the night with Jennifer. It's been a while since I did that.

"Did I wake you? I'm so sorry."

Jennifer is looking up now. Both my eyes are open and the clarity is returning.

"Were you suckling on my breast?"
"I was. It felt just good. Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes please. For now at least."

Jennifer pulls back, drawing the covers with her as she straightens herself in bed, ending up on her knees, exposing both of our naked bodies. That's a sight I've been missing. Her naked form - in the morning, as we wake up. I want to grab her and kiss her all over. And again, Jim's face comes up to haunt me. His voice tells me it's okay to have fun but his face speaks volumes louder. Somehow, I'll have to reconcile those two.

"Did you sleep well?" Jennifer asks.
"I slept... like a log. I'm kind of stiff."
"Turn around."

I oblige, exposing my back to Jennifer. She climbs on top of me and starts massaging me. I close my eyes and almost drift back to sleep. Her touch is so soothing. I need her gentleness. Her hands glide across my back, from the top of my neck to the top of my behind. I let her play with my skin and muscles to her leisure; it's not like I'm not profiting from this as well!

"This feels so good."

She kisses me on the neck and lies on top of me, her ample breasts resting against my back. We remain there for quite a long moment, until I start having trouble breathing. She gets off of me and I turn around. She starts massaging my front; her hands are delicately toying with my own breasts, in a way that is both sensual and soothing. I feel my nipples hardening under her care; she flicks them once in a while.

"Hey! Stop that!"

She laughs along with me, as her hands glide across my stomach. She finally lays on top of me, her breasts across mine. Her face is mere inches from my own. She stretches her legs and slides one on each side of my right leg. Our sexes are almost touching now. Her hands are on my wrists. We stare at each other in silence. Slowly, gently, she starts rubbing her sex against my upper hip; the friction is also stimulating me. I want to tell her to stop but my mind reacts much more slowly than my body, which has time to become aroused. I close my eyes and let Jennifer have her moment with me.

There is no kissing and no other form of touching. She is teasing herself onto my body, and it teases me back. I open my eyes and lock gaze with her, as she grinds herself against me with a little more fervor. I have to remind myself that Jim told me this was okay. Jennifer is right: my whole life now revolves around him. For a moment, I'm tempted to take the upper hand and accelerate things, just to prove I am still in charge of my life. The loftier part of me holds me back as I let Jennifer do the work.

Slowly, I see her face start to shift; beads of sweat roll across her back, where my hands are now resting. I am getting less stimulation than her from this but I don't mind. She moves her legs further apart, and this time I feel her sex directly rubbing against my hip. It is moist and slippery. She is grinding faster now, even though the rest of her body is barely moving. I see her face shift again and I know she is nearing her climax. I am also experiencing an increase in libido, but I manage to keep it in check.

I sense the fluids emanating from her sex drip against my upper hip as she finally climaxes; some of it reaches my own sex and gives me a sudden jolt, but it quickly subsides. Jennifer slows down and stops. She rests her head against my shoulder and closes her eyes. I let her lie there for a moment; I chase away the image of Jim hovering over the bed.

We both fall asleep for a few moments. I'm the first to stir awake, and my movement stirs Jennifer as well. She lifts her head and stares at me, then kisses me gently on the lips.

"Thank you."

I smile. She smiles back as she straightens herself. She takes the time to wipe whatever she left on me.

"Are you okay now?"
"I'm better. I know I was asking a lot of you this morning. I'm glad you let me finish."
"I'm glad you're better."

She stretches before getting up, then stretches again once out of bed.

"What a way to start the day!"
"Indeed."

I get up on the other side and stretch as well. My stimulation is still high, but I don't want to push my luck. I know Jim understands but why tempt fate? Besides, I'm still not really that horny. I must have some feelings left over from last Tuesday with Brigitte.

"Are we going to the beach today?" I inquire.
"I'm not feeling very beach-like."

Jennifer's comment saddens me because I really hoped to drag her to the beach, to get her to actually talk to Jim. I don't know how long she can keep avoiding him. Sooner or later, they'll have to talk to each other. I don't want to end up having to live two separate lives. Somehow, I have to take matters into my own hands.

"Jenn..."
"Yes?"
"Do you trust me?"
"I do. Why?"

I turn to her with a strange grin.

"Do you have any plans for today?"
"No. I was planning on staying here, with you."
"I want to go to the beach."
"Well I don't."

She is being stubborn about this. I guess I'll have to resort to plan B then - the one I am coming up with as I speak to her.

"Sit on your bed."
"What?"
"And close your eyes."

Jennifer executes without really understanding where I'm getting at, which is the purpose. I've played many surprises on her in the past. She is probably thinking this is one of those. I look around the room and find all I need. I skulk about to make sure Jennifer does not understand what's going on until it's too late. As I near her, I take her right hand, caress it... then I snap the handcuff on. A moment later, I snap the handcuff to the metal railing at the top of her bed. She hears the clang of metal on metal and opens her eyes.

"Sarah? Why did you handcuff me to my bed?"
"Well, you say you want to stay here. Fine. You're staying here."
"What?"
"I'm serious, Jenn. I won't have you running around everywhere. You're staying right here."
"This is crazy, Sarah, uncuff me."
"No."

With that, I walk out the door, key in hand and head towards the kitchen. I drop the key into the cookie jar and return to the bedroom, where I hang around at the entrance. I stare at Jennifer, who looks back in disbelief.

"Here's the thing, Jennifer. Today, you're not going anywhere. You're staying here."
"And you?"
"I'm going out to the beach later."
"What about me? What if I have to pee?"
"I'll set you up with everything."
"What if I'm hungry? Come on, stop this, uncuff me."
"No."

I enter the room and sit on my bed.

"And here's the other thing. While I'm gone, I'm leaving you with Jim."
"What?"
"In fact, I'm going to call him right now and ask him to come over."
"Sarah, I'm naked."
"So. It's not like he hasn't seen it before!"
"Please, Sarah..."
"No. Jennifer, you are going to spend the day with Jim. I'll be at the beach for a time. I have to help Thomas too. And you and Jim need to talk to each other. You need to settle your affairs. You may hate me for it, but I sincerely believe this will be beneficial. For you both."
"I'll tell him what we did this morning!"
"I'll tell him myself when I call him. Jenn, be reasonable..."
"You're the one tying me to my bed and asking me to be reasonable?"

The irony is not lost on me, but my mind is made up.

"I'm going to call Jim now. I'll help you get dressed; I'll prepare you some food and a pee bucket, should you need it. But this is happening, Jenn, make no mistake about it."

If Jennifer was entirely against the idea, she would protest with much more force. She is saving face, and I can let her do that. But I also know that my gamble today may very well prove to be the turning point in our complex games.

I just hope Jim understands and works with me on this, otherwise I'm going to be in deep trouble.

[interesting]

When Jim finally arrives at my apartment, a little before eleven, I've already taken care of the big things. Without uncuffing Jennifer, I've managed to dress her (she assisted me because she didn't want to remain naked all day), sliding on her panties and helping her put on a short skirt. I put her socks on. The hard part came when we wanted to put something on her top. Because one hand is tied, we can't slide anything on it. What I did was get a piece of cloth and wrap it around her breasts and use a needle to hold it in place. I then wrapped another piece of cloth around her shoulders, and it now rests there covering her shoulders and front but her back is still exposed.

I got her something to drink; a two litre bottle of water which should theoretically last her for the day. I brought her a plate of fruit, apples, grapes and oranges, if she gets hungry. Finally, and this is surely the most humiliating part of her treatment, I retrieved a bucket from the storeroom, in case she needs to go.

I go meet Jim but my mind is elsewhere as I greet him. So far, Jennifer is being a sport about it, but I wonder how long that will last? This is still just a game for the moment, and Jennifer is taking it as such. But what happens when things get more serious.

"So you handcuffed her to her bed?"
"Yes. And since I don't want you to release her, I'm not telling you where the key is. That way, you won't be able to do it. Even if she begs."
"What exactly am I supposed to do today?"
"I want you to keep her company."
"While you're going to the beach with the guys?"
"Yes."

Jim clearly has issues with my plan.

"What don't you get?"
"This is clearly not how I intended to spend my day, not after spending the night away from you."

I look away for a moment, then gather my courage.

"Jim, do it for me. I'll make it worth your while. I promise."

I kiss him and smile.

"Okay... but only today. Tomorrow, we're both going to the beach."
"Deal."

I drag Jim by the hand and take him to the bedroom. Jennifer looks up and stares at us both. The reality of her ordeal is starting to set in.

"I'm leaving you two alone now. I want you to behave like civilized adults. For my sake, at least. I love you both. Maybe this way we can get you to talk about what's going on."
"You're leaving me with him?"
"I am. I don't care how you proceed, but you two make up. I'll get back around supper time and bring food. I hope you two have it worked out by then."

I go over to Jennifer and kiss her on the forehead. I then go to Jim and kiss him on the mouth.

"Take good care of her, please."
"I'll do my best. Go. Have fun."

I take my leave. For a moment, my mind wonders at what they are going to do this afternoon, while I'm out at the beach. I decide to not get involved in this thing. Whatever happens, I trust them both.

The bus ride does not take very long. When I get to the beach, I'm much earlier than the other days. No one is there but me. I strip to my bikini, carrying my clothes with me and head across the sand, through the rows of strangers already there. I see stares turning towards my figure. It's always flattering to be the centre of attention.

Across the sands, I spot two familiar faces. Sandy and Julie. They are talking to a couple of girls. I tilt my head sideways as I examine their bodies. Their hips, their asses, their stomachs, their breasts, their exposed backs, their hair. I let the visual spectacle fill my mind. I walk slowly towards them, harboring my most beautiful smile. Sandy is the first to notice me. She motions to Julie who turns her gaze. I feel her eyes undressing me. I'm feeling particularly desired right now, but I don't mind as much as I did a few days ago. My conversations with Jim and Jennifer have given me a new perspective on things.

When I get there, we get into presentations. Marlene, Claudia, Susan and Kamara. They're all studying along with Sandy and Julie, and they're all gorgeous girls. I'm tempted to take them all home, lock them in my closet and take them out when I need them. The thought makes me smile. I quickly become the topic of conversation.

"So you're studying to teach kindergarten?"
"Yes."
"Where is your boyfriend today?"
"I'm flying solo."
"Really?"

Julie seems extremely interested. I wink at her.

"Don't get too many ideas."
"What are your plans for the day?"
"Hang out here, see my friends."

The other girls take among themselves while Sandy isolates me.

"They're planning something."

Sandy smiles. She is larger than most of the other girls, but it gives her a full figure that is very enticing to the eyes, under her one piece bathing suit. She wears her blonde hair very short. I can't help but envy the roundness of her breasts. They are perfect. I'm wondering if she has implants.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be fun."
"Yeah... and I'm going to take the brunt of it. I don't mind joining you girls, but I do need to see my friends when they get here. I'm trying to hook up two friends of mine."
"Really? Who? I thought that Brigitte was with Brad?"
"Actually, it's the two guys."
"You want to hook them up with whom?"
"Each other."

Sandy's eyes widen.

"You mean they're gay!"
"The big one is. Thomas."
"I would never have guessed!"
"He doesn't look the type, but he's as gay as they come."
"And his friend, uh... Jimmy?"
"Him, we're not so sure."

Sandy frowns.

"That's tough. There's plenty of fish for your Tom out there."
"True, but, he's set his heart on Jimmy, so, we're trying to get to the bottom of Jimmy's mind. Not an easy thing. He's very self-centered, very private for someone so loud."

Sandy laughs. Her chest jiggles as she does so, drawing my eyes towards it.

Kamara walks over to us. She is very tall, over six feet, of Haitian origin from what she told me. Her braided black hair falls just above her ass. How long it must be unbraided! She is wearing a green bikini, which is highlighted by her darker skin. I realize I've never been with a black woman before, let alone seen one naked.

"You girls having fun?"
"Talking."

Sandy turns to Kamara.

"She's trying to match up two guys together."
"Really? How does that work?"
"I haven't a clue. They're good friends at least."

Kamara draws attention to my plight, and pretty soon all of the girls are focusing on the situation, trying to come up with ways to determine if Jimmy really is into Thomas.

Marlene, a small girl with a bit of native heritage in her face, seems to be really into it. I examine her small figure (she barely reaches five feet) in her one-piece black and grey swimsuit. Her dark hair falls straight to her shoulders. I notice a tattoo protruding over the swimsuit on her left breast, something like a falcon.

"My brother is gay. He says the best way to tell if someone is gay is for a girl to come up to them and try to seduce him."
"That may not work with Jimmy."
"Why not?"
"I think he's into girls as well."

Marlene seems disappointed her idea doesn't get us anywhere. Her friend Susan, a large breasted european-looking woman, with square shoulders, clad in a two-piece red ensemble, tries her luck with an idea.

"We could lock them up naked together somewhere and see what happens?"
"We know they've already had an experience together. I don't think that would solve anything."
"Besides," says Julie, "both of them are boxers, very athletic. It might be tough, even with all of us, to drag them, strip them and lock them in."

Claudia, an average looking american girl, brown hair in a pony tail, in a very revealing black bikini, seems intrigued.

"Really? What have they done together?"
"As far as I know, mutual blowjobs."
"Really. Wow!"

Sandy intervenes.

"Have they kissed?"
"I don't think so."

Julie, all this time, has been pondering. She looks over our shoulders.

"I think I see them now."

We turn around. I see Thomas, Jimmy, Brad and Brigitte walking along the beach, apparently looking for me. Julie pulls on my hand and drags me towards her.

"Say we help you match them up? What's in it for us?"

The question hangs in mid air. I look around at the gorgeous girls.

"It depends on what you want. Some things, I'd have to clear with my boyfriend first."

Julie places a hand on my stomach, and slides two fingers under the cloth of my bikini bottom. She doesn't go very far with it.

"How about you owe us and we collect later?"
"Sort out the details later, then? Okay. What do you have in mind?"
"Nothing so far. But we got all afternoon to think about it."

I smile. I like this arrangement. I've been wrapping my head around Tom and Jimmy's situation for about a week now, and I'm still coming up short. This arrangement can only be beneficial to everyone. I plant a kiss on Julie's nose.

"It's a deal. Come up with something and we'll talk."

I hurry away towards my friends, not bothering to look back. I sense the girls stare at my behind, as I strut about the sand. I'm excited about what they could ask me to do if we actually manage to pull it off. I'll need Jim's opinion first, though.

I walk up to my friends and Brigitte gets in my face.

"Hi."

I back off a little.

"Hi."
"How are you?"
"Good?..."
"I'm borrowing her for a moment."

And with that, she takes my hand and drags me off to the showers. I wave to the boys but go along for the ride. We enter the cubicle and she pushes me against the wall, preventing my escape.

"Brigitte?"
"I've been thinking about you since Tuesday..."

The lust in her eyes is apparent.

"I'm going to eat you up right now..."
"Brigitte, no!"

I put my foot down. She is taken aback by my show of authority.

"I'm only going to say this once, Brigitte. Back off."

She is stunned by my reaction, and I must admit I am a little perplexed myself.

"If and when something is to happen, it will be on my terms. Not yours. What does Brad think about it?"
"I don't know."
"Don't you care?"

Brigitte must be having a hard time understanding my reaction. My body is clearly saying yes (it rarely says otherwise) but my mind and my heart are saying no.

"Brad told me he liked watching girls get it on."
"What guy doesn't? That doesn't change the facts... are you stringing him along, or are serious about taking him back?"

For a moment, Brigitte looks away.

"Why are you so horny anyway?"

I stare at her figure and read the tell-tale signs. The sweat on her glistening skin, the erect nipples, the moistness I perceive through her white bikini bottom. It's almost indecent.

"Is it me you want or is it him?"
"Can't it be both?"
"Brigitte, make up your mind. Brad's a great guy, he's had his problems but he's sincerely trying to improve himself. If you hurt him, I'll hurt you - and not in a nice way."
"So you still care for him?"
"Of course I do! You don't go out with someone and not keep some feelings alive."

Brigitte seems angry, and I can't fathom why.

"Does he still love me?"
"Maybe."
"Who are you trying to humiliate here? Me or him? Maybe yourself? What's eating at you, Brigitte?"

Brigitte turns to walk away. I grab her by the wrist and pull her in. I'm doing therapy on Jim, Jennifer, myself, Tom and Jimmy, even Brad. Why not add another person to the mix, at this point? She comes to rest against my chest. I feel her heavy breathing and the proximity is turning me on. I recall how I humiliated her in the shower, when I was really humiliating and punishing myself for my failures. What failures is she punishing herself for?

I rest her head on my shoulder.

"I don't know what's going on with you, Brigitte, I barely know you. You don't want me; you're looking for something else. Having sex with me wouldn't give you what you need. What do you want?"

She does not answer, and I figure it's because she's acting on impulse and not reflecting on her situation. Scenarios fly by in my head but I let them go. I'm not going to speculate here.

"I can't have sex with you Brigitte, for many reasons. One, it would be wrong. Two, it would only serve to further your... hostility towards me. Do you hate me?"

She pulls her head away.

"No. God no!"
"Do you love me then?"

This time, she takes a moment. It's happened to me before, having someone I just met fall madly in with me. And from her own admission, Brigitte is one to fall easily in and out of love. There's also the fact that Brad's infatuation with me might have led him to idealize me in her eyes. I'm everything she would want to be if she wants to be with Brad.

"I do."
"But how much? And why? Is it because of Brad?"

I'm pretty confident she's fooling herself. She wants to sleep with me, that much, I'm certain. The rest is artificial; at least, I'm hoping it is. I have enough problems splitting myself into two people for Jim and Jennifer. But how do I make her realize it?

"What do you love about me?"
"Your smile, and your breasts, and your lips... all of them. I want to taste you again."
"What can I give you that Brad can't? Is it because I'm a girl?"

All of a sudden, the truth hits me.

"Are you still mad at Brad?"
"I've forgiven him."
"Have you? Really?"
"Of course."
"You've forgiven him for stringing you along while he was pining for me, for getting you into a car accident and for dumping you on the side of the street?"
"It's all ancient history."

I hear the words but I don't believe them. I hope I'm not just trying to find excuses here. I feel I'm on to something, but she won't acknowledge it.

"Why won't you let him come into you? Why do you control his every move? Why are you hunting me?"
"Because I can."

She's starting to get angry. She pulls herself away.

"I don't want to talk about this. You don't want to fuck, fine, just don't make a big deal out of it, or don't make this about me!"

And with that, she leaves. I curse myself for being so honest. I know I've hit a nerve, otherwise she would still be here. This is about her and Brad, but mostly about her feelings. I need to find out more about her if I'm going to help. But do I want to? Could I end up doing more harm than good by meddling in Brad's life? He seems content to remain her lapdog. Do I want to ruin it for him?

I'm extremely excited, I suddenly realize. The confrontation has sent my blood boiling. If Jim were here, I'd jump on him without hesitation, but he's not. I could go back to Julie, she would definitely do something about it, but I don't want to resort to that. Brigitte would have done the trick but I've pretty much blown any chances of this happening any time soon. I'm on my own. From my spot in the cubicle, I can only be seen at one angle. A daring idea comes into my mind. I turn on the water for the shower, turn my back to the beach, facing the wall, and I slide my hand down my bikini bottom.

I start playing with myself, mindful of possible passers-by. If I get caught here, I'll be banned for life. It wouldn't do any good to anyone, least of all me. I want to pleasure myself, but the stress of being caught is too great and actually kills some of the excitement. The moment is gone. I pull my hand out, wash it under the water, then return to the beach. I look towards Brigitte, but she's acting as if nothing happened and smiles at me. A notion creeps into my head, something I dare not even spell out loud. Something I'll need to investigate further.

I catch up with Tom and Jimmy. They're talking about their upcoming matches.

"Show me a few moves, guys?"

They are only too happy to oblige. Boxing and fighting is everything to them. I understand where Tom's addiction to it comes from, but I know so little about Jimmy that it strikes me as odd. He's wiry and strong, very fast, but he doesn't have the traditional boxer shape, at least not the one I'm accustomed to. I know they're different weight classes, but I can't help but feel like Jimmy is somehow the odd element of the two in the field.

As Jimmy shows me a few punches, I decide to ask a few questions about it.

"You sure are fast. How did you get into boxing?"
"Honest story?"
"Sure."

Jimmy actually stops his demonstration and stares into the ocean.

"M'Old man."
"I thought you said he didn't want you to do boxing."
"He don't. A do anyways."
"Okay. Why him?"
"Coz, when a was tiny, he use ta beat up my momma."
"He did? I'm so sorry."
"S'cool. He don't no more. Was twelve when I crapped him up."
"Crapped him?"
"Beat him up, a mean. He gots drunk and he slam on my momma, so I get in th'way, and he slam on me, so I punch him good, in tha kisser."
"You took him out?"
"One punch. Never saw't comin'."

He looks at Tom.

"Now, he ain't too proud 'bout it, but he never hit no one again after that. And I figure, got a good hook, might as well use it."

Tom picks up the story.

"We met at the gym. Jimmy was full of hate when we first fought in the ring, training. He was angry at everything."
"Not so 'ngry no more, tho. Smooth now."
"The coach helped him deal with his anger a lot. Helped him focus it."
"And now I only slam guys in the ring... or bad dudes."

I smile at Jimmy. I can see why Tom likes him. They have the same sensibilities. It's easy to forget that boxers have a lot of emotions too. We rarely see behind the athletes.

"Are you with anyone, right now?"

I decide I need to step up the ante in order to get things moving. Besides, it's already day four and I've barely had time to explore Jimmy's past and relationship with Tom. I need to get the ball rolling.

"Nah... waste a time."
"Really? Why?"
"Coz I don't got the time. Trainin' takes it all."

Tom speaks.

"Jimmy's very committed to his training. He wants to go professional. He can do it too. He needs to gain a few pounds, though."
"Yeah, gonna be fat like ya."

Tom pounds Jimmy's shoulder. They both laugh.

"When was your last relation?"
"Like... uh... two years ago."
"That long?"
"Well, ya talkin' steady here? Coz I been with people since then, jus' nothin' serious."
"What if you found the right person?"
"Dunno."

Jimmy is being as evasive as ever. He's quick to dodge out of the way, which may be why he's a good boxer. But I don't let up easily.

"Nothing serious. Like Tom here? When you and he were in the showers?"
"Nah. That's diff'rent."
"How so?"
"Coz he's a dude."

I see Tom's face collapsing but he manages to keep it together.

"So, it doesn't count as nothing serious?"

This time, Jimmy doesn't seem to understand what I'm implying. He just stares blankly at me. Tom changes the topic and talks about the upcoming match. I've done all I can on this end, it seems. I let them continue their conversation and walk off. I look at Brad and Brigitte; she's burying him slowly in the sand, and I wonder how much of that is actually Brigitte burying me instead. I walk by and ignore them. I track down Julie and her friends. They're playing volleyball again.

Kamara and Claudia are the ones not playing. I go and sit between them.

"Hi again!"

They close in, wrapping their arms around my neck so they are both embracing me. Kamara speaks.

"So. How are things going?"
"So-so. I have problems of my own to deal with."
"So we noticed."

I stare, but Claudia draws my attention to her.

"The other girl, Brigitte. The way she dragged you away. Anything we can do to help?"
"Not really, not on that one. It's about her boyfriend."
"Shame."

We watch the other girls play. Julie and Sandy lose - but I think they did it on purpose. Kamara and Claudia go challenge Marlene and Susan. I get two different girls hugging me from each side. Julie kisses my cheek.

"Feeling down?"
"Not really. Just thinking."
"I may have a solution... but I don't know how much we can implement it."
"Why?"
"We need some place where we won't be disturbed where we can drag these boys."
"Willingly?"
"Oh, I think they'd be willing. Your gay friend, he's open-minded?"
"Very!"
"Good. I won't ask about the other guy, since you don't know him that much."
"I think he's more open-minded than he lets on. What do you have in mind?"

Julie smiles.

"Here's all you need to know. Get your friends somewhere private, indoors is preferable or anywhere no one can see them. Tell them we'll all be there - all six of us - for a challenge. You and your boyfriend can join us if you like."
"So I need to find a place."
"Well, I can find one too, but it'll go much smoother if you talk to them."
"I may have an idea. There might be someone else there, though."
"As long as they're willing to take the challenge, they're invited."

I want to ask her for specifics but I decide to trust her. I don't really know why I should, but that's the kind of things I'm used to working with. If anything, it will probably be something like what I do with my usual friends, so it's not that big a deal really. We exchange phone numbers to facilitate the rest.

I do have preparations to make though. They can wait until I get back home, to Jim and Jennifer. I wonder how those two are doing?

[interesting]

I get home a little after six. I have dropped by the fried chicken place because for some reason, I'm still eager to have some. I didn't have my fix yesterday night, and I know Jennifer is feeling better, and Jim won't mind.

I enter the apartment and barely hear a sound. The lights in the living room are off. For a moment, I wonder if Jim and Jennifer are still there; suddenly, I hear a door opening and Jim comes into view across the hall. He smiles at me.

"Hi! I've..."

He places his finger on his lips. I go quiet. I drop the food on the kitchen table and go to him. I whisper.

"What's going on?"
"Wait here."

He goes over and locks the door, then comes back to me. He gently kisses me on the lips steps back, motioning to my body. It takes me a while for me to understand that he wants me to strip. I look confused for a while but I manage to do so. I stand naked before him and wonder what he has in mind. He retrieves a piece of cloth from his pockets and places it over my eyes, effectively blindfolding me. I'm curious about his plans by I play along. I get to thinking that everyone has plans for everyone now.

He lifts me up from the ground and carries me towards the bedroom. I feel his finger on my lips, telling me to remain quiet. I lean in against him so as not to bump my head down the hall or on the door frame. We enter my bedroom. I can't hear if Jennifer is still there, but I don't see where she could be, unless Jim found the key and freed her. I somehow don't think he would do that.

Jim puts me on my bed. I remain quiet and docile. Suddenly, I hear a snap and I feel the metal on my wrist. Trapped!

"You can remove the blindfold now."

I'm half-expecting what I'm about to see, thinking turnabout is fair play, but I'm a little surprised. I see Jennifer on her own bed, naked, in exactly the same predicament as I am. He hasn't freed her. Why is she now naked? Why is Jim giving me the same treatment I gave her?

"Jenn, did you put him up to this?"
"Actually, it was his idea."
"Our idea," Jim corrects.

I stare at the both of them. Jim smiles and leaves the room.

"I'll be back with the food."

I watch him leave, then turn my attention to Jennifer.

"What's going on? Did you two make up?"
"In more ways than one."

I'm a bit taken aback by Jennifer's comment.

"Did you two...?"

The question trails off. Somehow, the idea of them together fills me with fear, and I can't reason why. Jennifer laughs.

"No, we didn't. But I'll tell him you were worried. He'll find it amusing."
"It would be all right if you had."

But I'm lying. I know it, and I'm finally realizing it. That feeling of guilt, that suspicion trailing off in my mind, that unspeakable stress, that's where it comes from. I'm the same as him. And I can't believe I'm thinking about sleeping on him left and right! Jennifer manages to calm me down.

"He knows, you know? He understands."
"He does?"

I'm feeling so small right now. I want to cry, but my eyes won't let me.

"And what about you?"
"I guess I understand where it comes from. You were right. We talked quite a bit today."
"And?"

Jim enters the room. He's carrying the food, three plates and a chair.

"And we got to an understanding, something we can both live with for the moment."

His comment soothes my nerves. He sets his chair up, then places the food on the plates and brings it to us. We eat with our hands. He's even brought the napkins.

"What is this understanding?"
"That's for us to know and you to find out."

They both smile. Now I'm really intrigued.

"Okay, I'll bite. How do I find out?"
"We're going to play a game," Jennifer says.
"What are we playing?"
"Twenty questions."

I've played this before, but never in the nude, and certainly never under these circumstances.

"What do I have to guess? It's hard to define something that only exists within your minds."
"That's why we wrote it down."

This time, I turn to Jim.

"Like a contract?"
"No. Just to get everything out in the open."
"What do I get if I win?"
"Both of us, to do with whatever you want.
"Anything?"
"Within reason, but yeah, anything."
"And if I lose?"
"You remain tied up - and you get to watch me and Jenn have fun together."

This time, I'm truly perplexed.

"You're kidding."
"We're not," Jennifer replies. "You have twenty questions, no more, to guess what we're hinting at, or you have to watch us have our fun together."
"Jim, are you serious?"
"Yes. We are. We've talked about it, and decided that if you don't get it, well..."

He lets his words trail off. I'm suddenly extremely agitated. On the one hand, I have been anticipating, almost premeditating a romantic encounter between them. On the other hand, my reaction a few moments ago puts me at odds with my fantasies. Could I be able to handle seeing them together - and being kept apart, just watching them go at it? Somehow, it doesn't feel right. And both of them seem absolutely adamant about this. I try to call their bluff, but I can't. They are serious.

"When do I start?"
"How about now?"

I have to make these questions count. I don't know exactly what they're talking about, what I need to guess, but I have to make these questions matter. I don't want to lose, and it's not simply because I hate losing. It's become extremely personal now.

"Is it an idea or concept?"
"No."

One down. Nineteen to go.

"Is it alive?"
"No."

They talk in unison, like they've rehearsed, which they obviously have.

"Is it an item?"

They have to consult each other. They seem hesitant. They finally agree.

"Yes."
"Is it... in this room?"
"Yes."

Four down. I'm doing good now. I look about my bedroom. The first things that come to mind are Jennifer and Jim, but no, it's not alive. Their clothes? I keep searching visually. Beds. Sheets. Pillows. Clothing on the floor. Drawers. Bedrest. Carpet. Ceiling. Wall. Light fixture. Light switch. I give up for the moment and go back to questions.

"Is is white?"

My bedroom walls are white. There are also posters.

"No."
"Is it... blue?"

Most of our sheets are blue. It's Jennifer's favorite colour as well.

"No."

I decide to forget about colour and try something else.

"Can I see it from where I am?"
"Yes."
"Is it a piece of furniture?"
"No."
"Is it a piece of clothing?"
"No."

That makes nine. I'm not doing so well anymore. I still have eleven questions to go. I know it's not clothing or furniture. Something I can see, not blue and not white.

"Is it something... on the wall?"
"No."

So it's not my posters and not my shelves. Could it be the chair Jim is sitting on?

"Is it the chair Jim is sitting on?"
"No."

Eleven. My mind is racing at the thought of Jennifer and Jim together, mixed emotions are driving me crazy, making it hard for me to think. I look about the room in desperation. The computer.

"Is it the computer?"
"No."

I sense a small moment of hesitation in that answer from Jennifer. Maybe I'm on the right track. I look at the computer desk. I see the monitor, the keyboard, the lamp, the mouse, the mouse pad. I see the computer chair, the drawers of the desk, the pile of CDs on top.

"Is it on the computer desk?"
"Yes."

Thirteen. A lucky number for me. I have to focus now. This is getting far too personal.

"Is it... electrical?"
"No."

That eliminates a few things.

"Is it the mouse pad?"
"No."

Five to go.

"Is it... the... toy on top of the screen?"

We have a little bobbling head of Elvis. Jennifer picked it up at a fair some time ago.

"No."
"Is it... something I can guess?"

I know this could be considered cheating, but the notion has occurred to me that I may not be able to solve this one; it may actually be a no-win situation. I'm both pleased and frightened when Jennifer answers.

"Yes."

I have three questions left. I look closely at everything on the computer desk. I look for something obvious, something that is in my line of sight. Illumination strikes.

"Is it paper?"
"Yes."

But the paper is white, and it's not white. So it can't be the paper, unless it's paper of another colour. But I don't see any. They said I can see it from where I am. I can't move, but I can change my perspective. I get up on my bed and look at the desk from above. I see a piece of pink paper - letter paper - on top of the computer screen. There's writing on it.

"Is it that piece of paper?"

There is a long pause. Jim gets up and retrieves it and hands it to me. One question to spare. I read the entry.

"To Sarah:
"We both love you very much, and we understand that our misunderstandings are causing you pain. We apologize for this. We know you are trying your best to keep us together, as friends, and we know we are not making your life any easier.
"The love we share with you is something unique to both of us. We don't want to cause you any more duress. That is why we have decided, both of us, to allow you to do as you wish with us.
"From Jennifer: I understand if you want to be exclusive to Jim. He's the one for you. I am here if you ever need me, for anything. You have all my love and devotion. I only want you to be happy.
"From James: You have transformed my life in ways I cannot even describe. Your openness and your love have made me a new man, a better man. I feel like I have grown with you. I have grown because of your desire for challenge and novelty, because you never take anything for granted. I cherish that in you. That is why I am letting you go, while holding onto your hand. I will walk alongside you, and be with you as you need me, but I will let you lead the way. Your happiness means more to me than life itself. I do not worry of losing you anymore, because I know I have your heart.
"From us: Remember that we are here for you. We love you now and will love you down the road, wherever it takes us, however bumpy it may be.
"J. & J."

Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I close the letter. I put it away and want to reach for them, but I'm tied up to the bedpost. Jim tosses the key to Jennifer as he comes over and hugs me. Jennifer frees herself and comes join us. We kiss each other as I thank them, drying my tears of happiness away. Jim is the first to talk.

"I know how hard we've made these past weeks, Sarah."
"And we sincerely regret all we've made you suffer."
"It wasn't all you guys."
"I was too aggressive."
"And I was too recalcitrant."

I kiss both of them and then we have a three-way kiss. I have to ask.

"Does that officially make us a threesome couple?"

Jim laughs.

"No. It just means that whatever you decide to do, I'm here."
"And I'm here too."
"I'm not ready to sleep with anyone. Don't know if I'll ever be. But that shouldn't stop you from doing what you need to do."
"I don't need to sleep with anyone else. I just like sex."
"And I love you, and I want you to be happy. It's like I said before. One day, one decision at a time. Let's not overdramatize anything."

Jennifer drags Jim away.

"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Having fun together."
"What? I won the game."
"Still... Jim, we should show her what we had planned if she failed."

I'm taken aback by Jennifer's bravado. She leans seductively, pressing her naked form against Jim's, and he's letting her do it.

"Jim!"

They ignore me.

"Want to play, Jim?"
"sure."

For a moment, I'm completely oblivious. Suddenly, Jim pulls two packs of cards from his pocket.

"What do you say? Double solitaire?"
"Sure."

They sit on the ground and start setting up the game. That's when I realize I've been had. I laugh and smile. They leave the cards there and return to me. Jim finally undoes my cuffs. I massage my wrist. I then pull him in and toss him onto my bed.

"Jenn, would you assist me?"

Jenn smiles. We go to work stripping Jim. He doesn't fight it; I work his bottom while Jenn works his top. As I remove his underwear, I see a spot of wetness on them. He is half-erect from all this.

"Okay... so you two are going to do what I want you to do? No questions asked."
"No questions," answers Jennifer.
"I'll comply."

Jim is calm now. He's accepted his fate, whatever it might be. There's something I've been meaning to have them do, but I still hesitate for a moment.

"I need you to tell me if you don't want to do this."

I'm specifically looking at Jim, but I see I have Jennifer's attention.

"I know Jennifer has been dying to feel you into her. So I'll ask... do we let Jennifer... ride you?"

I direct it as a question, because my hesitations are still flowing. I'm surprised that Jennifer answers this one.

"No. I don't think that's wise."
"Jennifer's right."

They agree on it. That's a good thing.

"Maybe just... blow him then?"

They look at me, then at each other. Jim nods. I kneel beside Jim, near his face, and turn his gaze on me.

"If at any time you want to..."
"Sarah, it's okay. It's what you want, right?"

It takes me a moment to focus. I redirect the question.

"Is it also what you want?"
"I'm not against it, but it has to belong to us both."

I stare at Jennifer. She has her face near his sex, smelling it. It's already reacting to the situation.

"I want Jennifer to suck you."

Jennifer takes my cue and swallows him. Jim is looking at me and grabs my hand. Somehow, this makes us even. I think I'm starting to understand Brigitte a little better. There has to be a balance. If Jim won't be with Jennifer, then I can't be with her either. Otherwise, it doesn't work. And we have to be together. That's the real key here. I think we're both realizing it. If we're together, it seems all right, even if it isn't. And appearances somehow seem more important than truth, at least in the here and now.

"I want Jennifer to swallow everything, Jim. Shoot into her. Don't hold back."

I look at Jennifer. She's working him hard, and Jim is deriving much stimulation from it. His hand fondles my breast. I take his hand to my mouth and suck his fingers. Jim is moving about in the bed; Jennifer's always been better at this than me. I've been with him long enough to read his body language. He's about to release. I'm about to tell Jenn when I see her face shift; he's shooting into her mouth, and she's doing her best to swallow. Jim lets out a long moan, then goes quiet. Jennifer keeps sucking a moment longer, then pulls away and licks him clean. Jim is relaxed now. I'm also very calm. There is no stress here.

I look at Jennifer. She seems happy. She's been aching for this for months. It's finally done. It becomes clear that this clears the air, lets us do a fresh start. I kiss Jim as he recovers, then go over to kiss Jenn. I taste Jim on her lips and tongue.

Somehow, this feels right. Balance has been restored. I think tonight, I will sleep well.

Ironically, the only question that pops into my mind is: whose bed do I sleep in now?

[interesting]

The water hits my face and finishes stirring me from my restful sleep. It's been a while since I've slept so well. Last night, my boyfriend Jim and my best friend Jennifer had a sexual encounter together. I was there, of course, but it was mostly them doing the work, because I asked for it.

That may sound strange to you, but you have to understand that tensions have been building for weeks between those two, and I've been caught in the middle ever since. I take full responsibility for my actions. I was the one who initiated the chain of events that led to this yesterday. I am not the only guilty party, but I do accept that I played a hand in it and I assume the consequences.

As the water splashes on my body and rinses away the soap, so too have last night's events cleansed the air of all tension. I'm not saying everything is perfect, but I know that Jennifer and Jim have made up, for my sake as much as theirs, and that with their decision we can take our relationships where we want to take them. It is still not clear exactly where that is, and I still envision bumps down the road, but at least we'll be walking together, in the same direction.

My mind wanders for a moment as I try to think as to what they could have talked about the previous day to agree to let me be the guide for the relationship. That's how I feel. I've never felt so connected, so in charge, and on some level, it feels great. Jim trusts me enough to follow me wherever I go, and Jennifer cares for me enough to allow my pace to set the tone. I'm still not sure they didn't have sex before I got there, despite Jennifer's claims to the contrary. Jim seemed a little too at ease with the notion of Jennifer sucking him. Maybe they decided to get it out of the way before I returned. It's probably what I would have done.

Yesterday, before I read their letter, I would have minded. Now, I would be content with it.

There's also the fact that having aired out all of the issues and problems that our three-person relationship has caused, we can now talk about them openly and come up with solutions. I remember Jim's words about doing things together, and I recall having had the same thoughts many times over. It is about us, together. I was thinking last night that as long as everything was in the open, everything was said out loud, that Jim would be okay with mostly anything I did, and I'd be okay with his own actions.

Sure, it's easy enough to say. I have a feeling it will be an uphill battle, but I'm not alone. I know Jennifer is going to be there to assist us as well.

I'm so lucky.

As I step out of the shower, a towel wrapped around me, I get a surprise when Jim picks me up and drags me into the living room. I barely have time to see him. He has a hand on my mouth, so I don't say anything. When I get there, I notice that Jennifer is waiting, wearing her dominatrix suit, corset and black lacy underwear. What have they planned for me now?

Jim drops me on the couch, taking off my towel as he does so. I fall naked onto my ass. He's basically wearing nothing more than a g-string and a face mask. I'm surprised Jennifer has got him wearing the former. He dislikes the feel very much.

"What's going on?" I finally ask.
"Last night, you played a game and you won. We did what you wanted. This morning, you are ours to control. You will do our bidding or be punished."

This is reminding me very much of what I did with Brigitte, and suddenly, I'm thinking this is Jim's idea rather than Jennifer's. Maybe he enjoyed his experience with Brad a little too much. Jennifer speaks again.

"My other slave here will stand and supervise. If you fail to please your mistress, he will be the one punishing you."
"What would you have me do, mistress?"

This sounds fun, more fun than what I did with Brigitte anyways. I know Jennifer usually gets to the point quickly.

"Stand up straight, legs apart."

I get up from the couch and assume the position. I notice several toys and devices are on the other couch. I bite my upper lip in anticipation.

"Slave, retrieve the first device."

I've never seen this one - actually, I recognize the components but I've never seen the configuration. It's Jennifer's strap-on belt, but there's a small vibrator dangling from a rope. Jim walks over to me and ties the belt around my waist, then adjusts the vibrator at just the right height. The rope passes between my legs, between my cheeks. Jim ties the other end at the back of the belt. That idea can't be Jim's. Did they plan this yesterday as well?

"Very good, slaves. Sarah, you will get down on all fours on the couch, facing me."

I get into position. My face is exactly at her crotch level. She removes her panties and nears me.

"You will finger me until I come. But Sarah, you musn't come yourself."

I feel the vibrator held against my pussy turn on and start to pulsate. My hand reaches at Jennifer's sex. Jim goes to stand behind me, and slaps me on the right cheek.

"Ow!"
"You are not allowed to speak. Slap her again!"

He does so. This time I hold it back. He's getting good at slapping. I feel the tension rise. I slide two fingers inside Jennifer; she remains stoic so far. Every so often, I get a slap on my right cheek. I bump forward every time.

"That is good, Sarah."

Jennifer is still acting like I'm not providing any stimulation, but her body is reacting to my touch. My mind wanders to Jim, behind me, still slapping me. I see his manhood sticking out of the g-string. What is he thinking of this? Is he getting off on it?

"You can do it now, slave."

Jim gets up and retrieves a dildo. I'm amazed at what's happening here, amazed at how much farther along Jim has gotten. We've been talking about things like this for weeks now. What happened yesterday that allowed him to step it up one notch?

Jim moves the vibrator slightly aside, then slides the dildo into me and starts pumping. The vibrator is still doing its work, but now Jim is aiding it. I can't hold it anymore. I manage not to scream, but it's obvious to everyone as I climax. I keep working Jennifer as I do so, but it's too late. She pulls away. The vibrator is turned off, but the device remains lodged in me.

"You failed, Sarah."
"I did. I'm sorry, mistress."
"You have to be punished now."

I'm actually anticipating the punishment now. Given Jim's new attitude, I have no expectations though. Anything could happen. Jim moves away and Jennifer takes his place behind me, and begins slapping my left cheek. She knows how to make it snap without inflicting too much harm. The device inside me is still tantalizing.

I look towards Jim and notice he's removed his g-string and is struggling to put on a condom. I find it odd because we don't use these since we're both clean and I take the pill. We also know Jennifer is clean, so I'm confused.

"My slave here is going to do something to you. Something you may not like."

An idea pops into my head that could explain the condom, but I hesitate to bring it up. Jim couldn't think of doing it, after all. I see him retrieving some lubricant and applying it to the condom. He's going to do it! We've talked about it, but Jim has always been shy, if not openly against it. Why is he willing to do it now?

"Are you sure we should be doing this?"
"Quiet!"

Whatever they talked about has opened up a lot of doors for Jim, and I'm even more curious. Jim moves behind me. I sense the vibrator turning back on. Jennifer lies on her back and starts playing with the dildo inside me, sliding it in and out. Jim comes behind me. It must be over a year since I've done anything like this. I hear Jennifer speak.

"Go slow."

I sense his covered shaft near my opening, and I try to relax, have it dilate as much as possible. It's never easy to enter; once it's in, it's usually okay. I've been meaning to try it with him, but his attitude was keeping the subject off the grid. He tries to push it in, but it doesn't slide as easily. Meanwhile, the vibrator and the dildo are working me over.

All of a sudden, I sense his shaft entering me. It hurts a bit and I cringe. I hear Jennifer telling him not to stop, to keep pushing, claiming that it will hurt less once it's in. She's guiding him through it. He manages to get part of himself inside me. They're both working me now, each in their own way. I close my eyes and endure the pain because I know the pleasure that will come later. The lubricant helps quite a lot, and I'm glad they were smart enough to use it. The sensation finally turns to pleasure. I'm being taken by my two favorite people in the world, in ways I never imagined possible. I'll take punishment like this any day.

I sense a throbbing in both my holes. I realize Jim is shooting into the condom. This is new to him, he's overexcited. I don't mind it's over. He keeps pushing in and out afterwards, but he is ejected very quickly by my muscles. It felt nice but not as much as what Jennifer is doing to me. She takes me over the edge one more time. I collapse onto the couch, spent, sweating - in need of another shower.

Jim is immediately at my side. He's removed the condom and tossed it aside. The smell isn't all that exciting, but seeing him there is okay. He removes the mask.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No... You didn't. It was... nice. Unexpected."
"Who gave you permission to remove your mask, slave?"
"Jennifer, come on!"
"Sorry. You okay Sarah?"
"I am. Tired."

Jim seems extremely worried about me. I smile at him. It wasn't bad at all, it just wasn't the best. We tried it, it's done, I know my tastes haven't changed.

"Really, Jim. I'm okay."
"I wasn't sure we should do it, but Jennifer said..."
"I know what she said."
"You do?"

I smile at him, then bring him close to kiss him.

"You'll have to tell me what you two talked about yesterday."

They look at each other, acting as if they need to apologize for something.

"How much of this did you plan, anyway?"
"A lot."

Jennifer smiles.

"If you don't mind, you two have had your fun, but I could use some for me as well."
"Where are you going?"

I grab her arm and pull her onto the couch.

"I thought..."
"You thought wrong."

I pull the dildo out of my pussy and wave it in front of her. She lies on her back and I glide it into her, starting to slide it in and out at an increasing pace.

"Oh! Sarah..."

I look at Jim. He gets closer and starts to knead her breasts, then kiss them. It only takes a few moments for Jennifer to be in the throes of ecstasy. She pulls Jim in and starts kissing him passionately as I make her orgasm like she did me.

For a moment, I get a sense of dread. I then realize that everyone here is a willing participant. Not only that, but we're together. Jennifer, Jim and me. It's what we wanted. I don't know how long it can last but for the moment, it's good for us.

"I love you guys," Jennifer states.
"And I love you."

I lay on top of her, kissing her passionately. I then turn my head to Jim.

"And I love you too."

We kiss the same way.

"Jim?"
"What? Oh! I love you girls too..."

His awkwardness makes us laugh. This is what I've wanted to happen. I'd like to do them both again, but I really need a shower, and we are expected on the beach.

I suddenly realize I have something to ask Jennifer, so I get it out of the way. She listens to my plight about Julie's request and immediately understands. We call to see if the place is available. Lo and behold! We get our reservation.

"It's all right if I come along, is it?"
"Of course!"
"What exactly is Julie planning?"
"Not entirely certain, but I'm sure it will be fun!"

[interesting]

The time at the beach is uneventful. My mind wanders the entire afternoon at the morning's events. At some point, the memory of our little sexual encounter takes me over. I go into the water to cool off, and end up playing with myself in the cold water. From my vantage point in the sea, I see Jim and Jennifer lying side by side, soaking in the sun. A feeling of unease creeps up on me. I'm not afraid of losing either one, but I'm afraid it won't last. But which one of them will be the one to call it off?

At some point, I realize something about our situation. I'm the girl in-between. It's me and Jim, or me and Jennifer, or me between Jim and Jennifer. I recall most of our encounters, those that worked at least, and that's where I was.

I tried to talk to both Jennifer and Jim about their conversation of the previous day, but they remain elusive. Why won't they talk about it? It sort of goes against what we talked about, being open and all that. All I was able to really gather is that they talked about everything that had happened, and had realized they were both punishing me and neither wanted to do it.

As far as Jennifer is concerned, I know she doesn't mind me seeing other people. We were together for six months; in that time, I slept a few times with both Claire and Cassie (though never at the same time), I had an encounter with a man at a bar (with Jennifer watching) and had Bonnie fuck me at least once while Barrie was watching. It's ironic that when I broke up with Jennifer, I ended up having less sex with other people. Even when I was with my next boyfriend, the one who worked at the scrap yard, I kept having sex with Jennifer. She knows how to fulfill my needs.

Jim is another matter entirely. When I fell for him, I had the distinct desire to see no one but him. I still ended up having sex with Jennifer several times, sucked Thomas twice, got eaten by Cassie and Claire, and got fucked by Bonnie while I gave a handjob to Barrie. The more I thought about being with Jim, the more sex I had with other people. It was not until were finally together that I stopped. That lasted for a month, before we tried to integrate Jennifer into our play. It wasn't like Jim wasn't giving me sex - we did it practically every day!

This may be not be a truly accurate reasoning, but maybe I'm not meant to be with only one partner. True, I want to share my life with Jim. His plans for the future coincide with mine, we share interests in teaching and so many other things, and he is so smart and intelligent. He makes me laugh, he turns me on. He's so kind to me. My heart belongs to him.

My body, on the other hand, seems to be telling me differently. It craves variety. Reflecting on my current plight, as I play with myself in the water, I come up with several names of people whom I want to have sex with. Jim and Jennifer are on top of that list, but Julie's name is right at the top, just below theirs; her friend Kamara feels exotic to me, and I'd like to see her chocolate skin resting against mine; to some extent, even Brigitte would provide me with quite an experience - why not include Brad in the mix, after all, we never had after break-up sex. And those are only people that I really want to have sex with. The others, I'd enjoy but I could hold out.

I get out of the water and head towards Jimmy and Thomas. They've been walking up an down the beach. The water is making my skin glisten: I notice how Jimmy stares at my chest, even if he is pretending not to.

"You like what you see, Jimmy?"
"Ya fine, Sar..."

I need to get my plan in motion.

"I hope you're available tonight."
"why?" asks Thomas.
"Because I'm taking you both out."
"Lik'a triple date?"
"Quintuple, actually."

Both guys look intrigued.

"There will be Jim, Jennifer and me."
"Those two okay?"
"They're better, Tom. Thanks your help."
"Anything for my friends."
"Ya said somethin'bout a date?"

I turn to Jimmy.

"Remember those girls we play volley with?"
"Yeah."
"They invited all of us over somewhere tonight, for a party of sorts."
"Who else gonna be ther'?"
"Just the owner of the house. His name's Peter. He's Jennifer's photographer."
"Awesome."
"By the way, Jimmy, did you get a chance to speak to Jennifer? I know you were anxious to meet her, she being a model and all."

Jimmy gets all excited.

"Yeah, we spoke yesterday. She some good lookin' chick. Went on th'net to see pics... Sasha... wow!"

I look at Tom, hoping this comment doesn't faze him too much. He picks up the cue.

"We looked at her portfolio last night."
"Together?"
"Yeah, we went to Jimmy's place."
"Really?"
"Yeah, we rented..."

Jimmy interrupts his narration to turn to Thomas.

"You can tell her."
"We rent'd some porn flick and jack'd off ta it."
"What did you rent, out of curiosity?"
"I forget the title..."
"T'was about these two chicks who go out datin' and wind up with a bunch of different guys every night... lotta swappin' partners and stuff.
"Was it any good?"
"T'was okay."
"Tom, did you like it?"
"It was pretty good."
"We rent'd it 'coz the guys on the back cover appealed to Tom. An'I want'd to see some pussy."
"Anything else interesting happened?"
"Nah, jus' chillin' on th'computer, watching pics of Sasha and other girls.. some boys too."

He winks at Tom. I smile. They have such great complicity. I want to take it a step further, but I'm still not at ease with Jimmy's limits. I turn to Tom.

"What does Jimmy look like?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know..." I stare at Jimmy's crotch. "Down there."

Tom blushes. Jimmy laughs.

"Ask me, a'll show ya"

I'm almost tempted to dare Jimmy to pull it out, but we'd get into trouble.

"I'm just asking Tom because he's into that 'sorta' thing, as you say."

Tom tries to laugh it off, but clearly I'm treading on slippery ground here. Jimmy adds to Tom's unease.

"I got a long one... not too big. Mebbe I show you, som'other time."
"I'd like that."

And I would. I'm not saying I'd do anything with Jimmy, but it's fun to play around with these notions. I see Julie walking along the beach, in her usual confident style, her lovely body in her tight bikini. I leave the guys to their conversation and head over to her. As I near her, she wraps her arms around me and spins me in the air, resting me down after a full turn.

"You look nice today," I say.
"I always look nice."
"Yes, you do."
"I see you were talking with your friends. Everything still okay."
"Like I told you. We meet at seven at the address."
"Wonderful..."

She pulls me close, whispering in my ear.

"Now, about payment?..."
"Hang on, girlfriend. They're still not together."
"Still..."
"What do you want?"
"What can you give? Me, I want it all!"

My eyes look towards Jim, who is farther on the beach.

"I think I can give you pretty much everything..."
"Really?"
"But only if he's part of the deal."

She follows my gaze.

"He wants to watch or participate?"
"I'm not entirely sure. We chatted about it this morning, but it's still up in the air."
"Is he big?"

I hesitate for a moment before answering.

"Not especially. He knows what to do with it. But... I don't think you'd be able to get it on with him."
"That's a challenge."
"Careful, girlfriend. You're sweet, but he's my man, and I'll choose him over you any day."

Julie is amused at my comment. She steps back, pointing to her body.

"Who can resist this?"

She is very beautiful and sexy, true. But I now know I need Jim to be with me for anything to be possible. He is the one constant I want to have with me if I ever stray from the path. I smile at Julie.

"Not me. But my boyfriend is something else."
"Well, we'll just have to find out, won't we?"

She then leans back in.

"Before the day is over, I guarantee you I'll have not only seen you naked, but him as well."
"That's no challenge, really," I reply.
"All right. How about this then? Before the night is over, I'll have sex with him... or you."
"You're being awfully ambitious."
"Luck favors the bold."

I like when people are playful and daring, but I have to keep some reserve.

"As you said, we'll find out."

And I turn my heels and walk away, careful to shake my behind at her as I do. For a moment, I'm tempted to go straight to Jim and tell him what Julie just told me. I chase that thought from my mind. I'm going to play this fair and square.

This week just gets more exciting every day!

[interesting]

Peter is really a sport. Then again, from what he's going to get out of this, I think he's glad he allowed us over.

When we get to his house, around six thirty, he invites us in. I'm accompanied by Jennifer and Jim, with Thomas and Jimmy in tow. Peter eyes us all out, not only as a photographer but also because, as I've been told by Jennifer, he's openly bisexual. It feels odd to see him there and think he'll be participating in our games. He's almost forty years old, old enough to be my father. I barely know him, but Jennifer claims he's one of the most professional people she has ever seen. Multiple times, she's offered herself to him. He's always refused, because she poses for him. Jennifer says he has the biggest one she has ever seen. It's hard to tell from his loose pants. I remember to be polite and look away.

We've been here before and it brings back interesting memories. I know Jim is revisiting them too.

"So, when are you other friends arriving?"
"Around seven. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Are you kidding? Having a bunch of hot boys and girls in my house, entertaining themselves and me."
"You didn't have to stay in on our account, though."
"Jenny, I didn't have any plans anyway."

We have presentations. Peter is not privy to all our secrets, which suits me fine.

"I got beer, wine, drinks... I can get something... harder, if you'd like."
"That's sweet, Peter, but we're good."

Jennifer drags Peter away while Jim and I lead Thomas and Jimmy around.

"Now upstairs is off limits. Anyway, there's just a bedroom up there."
"He the one takin' pics of Jenn?"
"He is."
"Wow! I want that job!"

We laugh at Jimmy's comment. We get ourselves something to drink. Before long, Julie and her five friends arrive. They're all dressed to kill, nice mini-skirts, sleeveless tops, hair done, great shoes (even if most are heels). They all look stunning.

Peter goes to greet them and comments each and everyone on their beauty. He's a flatterer, and a good one at that. I wouldn't be surprised if one - or more - of these girls ended up in his bedroom tonight. I might consider it if I didn't already have someone to snuggle with (and possibly a few other as well). Drinks are served, and everyone pretty much gathers in the living room to chat. Julie quickly takes control of the proceedings, thanking our host for his hospitality. She comments on the decor: mostly pictures of naked women and a rare few naked men.

"This is a great place you got, sir."
"Call me Peter."
"It's perfect for our games tonight."
"What kind of games, if I may ask?"

Julie smiles at Peter, then all of us.

"We're here because it's spring break, and we want to have some fun. And by fun, I mean sex."

Everyone, even her friends, are somewhat taken aback by her blatant comment. She laughs.

"Now, mind you, we don't have to get to that right away. And only those who want sex will get it."

She looks at me and I can't help blushing. Jimmy intervenes.

"Let's get it on, then."
"Hold your horses, Romeo!"

She walks about the room as she explains what she has planned.

"You see these fine ladies that accompanied me..."

Kamara. Marlene. Claudia. Susan. Sandy. How unbelievably hot they look right now.

"All of them are single, people, and all of them are looking to score tonight."
"Julie!" Sandy cries out. "You don't have to be so..."
"Sandy, it's for your own good. Now, if I count the heads, we have four guys here. Math doesn't bode well, ladies."

Sandy is about to protest again, but Marlene motions her to remain quiet. Jim looks at me, trying to understand what Julie is saying. I reassure him, whispering that Julie is mostly bravado at this point.

"The first game we're going to play is Mirrors..."

My group looks at her quizzically, but her girls seem to know the game.

"Everyone, pair up with someone you're really comfortable with. Sandy, you're with me."

The associations are pretty obvious. I go with Jim, Jennifer teams with Peter, Thomas and Jimmy shake on it. As Sandy joins Julie up front, Kamara goes to get Susan, while Claudia moves to sit beside Marlene.

Everyone gathers in their corner, then Julie goes on with the explanation.

"It's a very simple game. Each team designates another. Now, the designated team has to perform some kind of stunt - they get to decide what they do. The team who challenged them must do the same stunt - mirror - or they get a sanction."

Peter intervenes.

"What kind of stunts are we talking about here?"
"Anything you can think of. Anything you want the other team to do."
"And what kind of sanction are we talking about?"

Julie looks at Kamara, who picks it up. She reaches for her purse and pulls out cards. She shuffles them; they're handmade.

"We draw one from the list," says Kamara.
"I need to ask," Peter begins," and sorry if I insult anyone but, is anyone her underage?"

He knows this can be a tricky question, but I'm glad he brought it up. We're all roughly the same age, save for Jim who is ten years older, and him, roughly twenty years more than the rest. He doesn't want anything to come and bite him back. I'm glad he's aware of these things. It puts at ease with his presence.

"We're all nineteen, except Susan who is twenty-one."
"Same here, says Jennifer. Eighteen, Sarah's nineteen. Tom, what are you?"
"I just turned nineteen. Remember? You called me to wish me happy birthday."
"I did. Sorry. Jimmy?"
"Gonna be twenty. S'cool."
"Wonderful!" says Jennifer. "We can begin then."

Peter gets up.

"Just a moment. As you know, I'm a photographer."
"I didn't know that." says Sandy.
"Those pictures on my wall? I took them."
"Oh! Wow! You're good!"
"Thanks! Anyway, I was wondering if I could take pictures."

For a moment, there is an awkward silence. Julie takes the initiative.

"Let's put it to a vote. Who minds Peter here taking pics of us?"

Jimmy half raises his hand, as Jim does. I notice that no one on Julie's side seems to mind. How open minded are these girls anyway? I'm beginning to ask myself questions. Are they really who they claim to be, students in psychology? But it they aren't, what are they then? Jim speaks up.

"It only depends on what we do with the pictures."
"What I usually do. I take the pictures, but you own them. We can either edit them to remove what you don't want others to see, or we simply destroy them."
"What were you planning to do with them?" Jennifer asks.
"Post them on a website, to be honest."
"As long as we have first decision on what goes on and what is lost, I'm good with it."

I smile at Jim. Jimmy lowers his hand.

"Same as him."

Peter retrieves his digital camera and sets it up. He first goes around the room and takes pictures of everyone teamed up. He goes back down.

"Anyone else know how to use a camera?"

Claudia raises her hand.

"I did amateur photography in high school."

She walks over to him. He explains the functions of the camera to her while we wait.

"Just so if I'm occupied. I want shots of me too."

As Peter is showing Claudia how to work the device, Julie takes Sandy by the hand and they leave the room. From the kitchen, they call out to Peter.

"Can we raid your fridge?"
"Sure. Go ahead."

The teams move about, so the camera is between Claudia and Marlene, and Jennifer and Peter. Julie returns with a tray of condiments, bread, fruits and vegetables, anxious to get the game underway.

"Okay. Anybody need to go to the bathroom now?"

We all get a laugh from that one.

"I think it's just fair that, since we're at his home, we let Peter challenge first. So, mister photographer, who is it going to be?"

Silence falls across the room. I get butterflies in my stomach. I hold on tight to Jim's hand. I love games.

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Hope all is well for everyone. I need to rant some, so don't mind me. I just have a few things to get off my chest, not directed at anyone in particular, just random thoughts that need expression.

One: thank you to everyone who reads my stories, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

Two: a very special thanks and I love you to everyone who takes the time to comment on it and give me any kind of feedback, positive or negative. My heart goes out especially (at the moment) to JLstockton and applebooty; they know why!

Three: I'm trying to understand why some stories get a lot of feedback while others, like mine, get very little. And by feedback, I'm not talking about criticism or comments - I'm talking about the traditional "Oh My God! This Is Great! Please Continue! Best Story Ever!" type of feedback. Some of the stories that get these comments are actually, to my tastes, pretty standard, sometimes full of errors about continuity or grammar, yet people eat them up like sweet cakes. I'm guessing some of my sensibilities might be off with that of others who come here, which is fine really, everyone's entitled to their opinion. And this brings me to...

Four: While I do appreciate, to be specific in this case, Lola taking the time to comment and tell me my story is a little weird (and it might be, I grant you that), I fail to see how weirder it is than other stories I've read on here. Lola's comment (and Lola, this is by no means an attack on you, it is just a reflection on my part) illustrates the point that taste is subjective. But it also doesn't help me improve my story. Saying it is weird is the same as saying I like it or I don't like it. It creates no opportunity for improvement or change. What makes the story weird then? Is it the way the narrative is constructed? Is it the way the theme unfolds? The characters? The credibility? The linear/non-linear structure? The first person narrative? The constant shift of POV? Or is it just a personal appreciation, that has no real basis on fact but more on instinct?

Five: I guess my point is this. If you're going to comment on a story, and leave a positive note, then do so, it boosts the writer's confidence and propels him forward. If you are going to leave a more negative note, then be specific about it, otherwise the note cannot help improve the storytelling and only serves to potentially hurt the writer's ego.

Thank you for allowing me to rant. That is all from me. Expect more posts during the week!

[interesting]

The game is called Mirrors. It is a fairly simple game. One team of two individuals challenges another team; the challengers perform a stunt which the first group must emulate; failing to do so, they are assigned a sanction from cards. We have already divided into teams.

I'm of course teaming up with my boyfriend, Jim. I'm holding his hand very tight, waiting for the first move to happen. Jim's got his black hair straight, wearing a black shirt over a white t-shirt, and black pants. He's monochromatic, as usual. I, on other hand, am all colour, with my auburn hair (I've lost the blonde highlights I used to have), a yellow camisole and a green skirt, with my blue bikini underneath. I motion to Jim to remove his socks but he ignores my request.

As I gaze about the room, I try to imagine the kinds of stunts people are going to attempt. I'm reminded, looking at Thomas and Jimmy, that this is partly for their benefit. Julie has assured me we'll get to test Jimmy's comfort levels tonight. In return, I owe her something yet unspecified, if something good comes out of this for them.

Thomas and Jimmy seem really into it. Once in a while, Tom turns his head towards me, then back to Jimmy. I take some time to examine Jimmy: he's hiding his healthy muscles underneath a white t-shirt with his gym's logo on it and blue jeans. I know he's still got his black swimsuit underneath, molding him like a glove. Neither he nor Tom have taken off their shoes or socks. I stare at Tom's larger figure, in his molding blue t-shirt and his dark jeans. I hope things go his way tonight. I'd hate to pick up the pieces.

Marlene and Claudia are also awaiting the start of the activities. You may recall that Marlene is of native heritage, with black hair down to her shoulders, while Claudia is an american girl, her brown hair still tied up in a pony tail. They are both wearing dresses. Marlene's is a light blue one piece dress while Claudia's a red ensemble that ends in a miniskirt. I can see bikini straps on their shoulders; Marlene's are purple but Claudia's are pink. Marlene finishes off her suit with matching heels; Claudia is still in sandals. They both stare about the room at the players (and prospects); once in a while, their gaze turns to my Jim, which just makes me hug him tighter.

I turn to Susan and Kamara. Susan is possibly the largest of the women here, by and far. She is broad shoulders, and her breasts are enormous, the biggest I've seen in a while. She wears her stature well, clad in a black top (I see white bikini lines underneath) and a grey mini skirt. She also sports black high heels. Although she is impressive, I mainly focus on Kamara's chocolate skin and the way it clashes with the golden minidress she is wearing, with the matching golden heels. At my school, there were not that many african americans, because there weren't that many in the neighborhood. She feels exotic to me. I imagine her naked body and wonder at the colour of her lower lips. It gives me a shiver to imagine them.

Julie is still taking charge. She's instructing Peter to start the game, and apparently Peter is still thinking about his choices. Julie is getting impatient, even if Sandy besides her is trying to calm her down. I take a moment to look Sandy and Julie over as well. Sandy's short blonde hair is lying limply on her head; she is a bit chubby, despite her athleticism. She wears a red top and a black miniskirt; she's the only one in the room to have stockings that go into her black shoes. Julie, on the other hand, is nothing but muscle and bone. She wears her hair short and dark, and sports a one piece black dress that halts just over the knees. She's also wearing black heels, which just accentuate her figure when she is standing up. I pay particular attention to her, because not only is she the mastermind behind the night's games, but she also wants to get into my pants (and possibly even Jim's). I'm still undecided as to whether I want either to happen.

Jennifer and Peter top the list of teams. Jennifer is as gorgeous as ever, and I think somewhat excited. She's always had a fancy on Peter, her photographer, but because they work together, he'll never let anything happen. I know Jennifer enough to see she wants him to let his guard down, and possible let her in. I'd like her to have some fun, but I am concerned for the consequences. Still, in her white blouse (I can see her red bikini top through it) and red shorts, she's hard to resist. Peter is no slouch either. Despite his age (thirty-eight, not that old but older than any of us), he seems in pretty good shape. He hides his body under an open white shirt and camisole, and dark pants.

Peter manages to decide.

"Well, Julie, since you were so kind to ask me to start, why don't I challenge you and Sandy?"

Julie was anticipating this. She takes Sandy's hand and they move towards the centre of the circle. They start slow dancing, close to one another, their bodies barely touching. It's highly erotic. They do it for about a minute, then return to their couch.

Peter gets up, takes Jennifer by the hand and proceeds to imitate their dance. I see Jennifer close her eyes as she lets Peter take the lead. She is so into him. He might be someone for her - but I don't think he'd go for it. They dance for roughly the same amount of time before sitting back down.

Thomas speaks up.

"We should roll for who gets to do it randomly."

Everyone seems to agree with Tom. Karama reaches into her handbag again and pulls out a standard dice.

"Is there anything you haven't got in there?" Jennifer asks.
"Always be prepared."

We assign numbers to the teams. Kamara and Susan get to pick next. They challenge me and Jim. I whisper to Jim what I want him to do and he smiles. I turn my back to him and lift my camisole halfway, exposing the back buckle of my bikini top. Jim goes in, and using only his teeth, manages (eventually) to undo the clasp. He then pulls my bra off through the sleeve. I'm glad I showed him how to do that! He drops my blue bikini top at our feet.

Susan is wearing a black top. She lifts it up halfway, like I did, and it's Kamara who goes to work on the clasp with her teeth. She succeeds much faster than Jim, then pulls off Susan's black and white bikini top the same way. Susan's massive breasts wobble as this goes on, getting a laugh out of everyone. The bikini top joins mine on the floor.

All the while, Peter has been taking pictures of us. He uses the instant shot option to show us his results by passing the camera around.

"You could do video too," Jennifer says.
"Maybe, but it would take time to set it up."
"Pictures are pretty small here."
"Hang on. I have an idea for that."

We see him rummage through his camera case, pull out a chord and plug it into the wall. We notice a projector on the ceiling. He runs across the room and lowers a white screen. It takes him a few more moments to set it up, but with the extension, he manages to project the pictures onto the screen. We smile when we see the dances, then the taking off the bras.

"Come on people, more game!" Julie insists.

We roll again. Marlene and Claudia get to challenge someone; they go with Thomas and Jimmy, who haven't played yet. The boys get down on the floor, facing each other, and start to do wrestling moves. Claudia and Marlene are looking at them, bewildered. Jimmy manages to put Thomas in a chokehold, and Thomas taps out.

"What the hell was that?" Marlene finally asks.
"Wrestlin'..."
"We're wearing skirts, here!"
"So?"

Claudia and Marlene stare at each other for a moment, then get up and assume the same positions. They start grappling, albeit clumsily. It looks more like a catfight than wrestling maneuvers, which probably makes it even more interesting. Claudia's mini skirt lifts between the scuffle, exposing her pink bikini bottom. Marlene loses one of her high heels (which she should have taken off first). Claudia finally manages to get the upper hand, and she grabs Marlene by the throat, spanking her on the ass a few times as well, until Marlene finally taps out.

When the girls return to their seats, exhausted, they straighten their clothing while we watch the recap of the matches with the pictures. It's not hard to remember that Peter is a professional photographer by looking at these. There are great shots, from the faces of the competitors to a great close up on Claudia's pink behind. She blushes.

"You said we can destroy the photos afterward, right?"

Claudia seems scared. Peter is reassuring.

"These photos are yours. You do with them as you want."

She calms herself down. Everyone's gone once, so we roll again. Sandy and Julie get to challenge someone. They decide to target Jim and me. I giggle at the thought of what I can have Julie do. I turn to Jim, to see if he has any ideas. He doesn't. I'm going to have to come up with something special for her.

I turn to Jim, and start licking his face, starting at his left ear. He cringes: he doesn't like it when I do it. I lick downward, towards his chin (he's shaven, thank God!) and go back up to lick the other ear. I then move to his forehead, licking down to his nose, across his cheeks and unto his lips. I tell him to do the same to me. When his tongue starts rubbing against my skin, I can't help but cringe as well. It feels odd, not very erotic but stimulating nonetheless. He's much less thorough than I am; I giggle when he licks my lips He goes to wipe his face by I tell him not to, then turn to Sandy and Julie.

Sandy goes first, sticking out her tongue. Julie does not seem to be enjoying it anymore than me or Jim, but I laugh as I watch her squirm her face around. She bites back her feelings as Sandy's tongue glides across her lips. It's her turn to service her friend; she takes her time, winking at me every so often as she's doing it. I hear the click of Peter's camera as he keeps taking pictures; Julie finishes on Sandy's lips, and they exchange a tiny peck.

The pictures are hilarious. All our faces still feel sticky from the saliva, but since no one has washed his face, no one does so.

Thomas and Jimmy get picked next; they decide to challenge Kamara and Susan. The girls look briefly at each other, then start kissing passionately, with their open mouths, tongues swaying; for a moment, I'm in Susan's, sticking my tongue into Kamara's mouth. Jimmy is wide-eyed at the sight, both because two hot girls are making out in front of him but also because he's going to have to do the same with Thomas. Unless he takes a sanction.

I get scared for a moment, because this is probably one of the deciding moments of the night. If Jimmy does not want to kiss Thomas, it's likely that any chances of them ending up together are void.

Kamara and Susan end their long exchange with a small peck, very erotic and sensual. They keep their heads together as they turn to the boys. Thomas, oddly enough (or maybe not), seems to hold back. He stares at Jimmy, undecided. He's leaving this one in his hands apparently. He's so scared right now. Jimmy finally tilts his head towards Tom.

"Wadda ya think, Tommy?"
"uh... I guess we could do it... if you're game."

Jimmy's only response is to place his hand behind Thomas' head and pull him in, planting his lips on him. Thomas is at first surprised; Jimmy pulls back a moment.

"What's yer problem, mate?"

Thomas closes in and they lock lips. Their kiss is even more passionate than the one we have just witnessed. I'm getting aroused by it, and I can tell I'm not the only one. It seems to go on forever; their tongues meet in their mouths, and I see Thomas riding the rush... until Jimmy pulls away, a smile on his face, staring back at the girls, defiant. I'm left perplexed: he seemed to be so into it with Thomas, and yet once it's over, he goes back to the girls.

Peter uploads pictures of the kisses; he got in pretty close, and it's very arousing. Jimmy looks at his pictures with Tom, taps him on the shoulder.

"That somethin', hey?"
"Yeah it sure is."

There's melancholy in Thomas' voice. This can't be easy for him. It would definitely be simpler if Jimmy was non-receptive. He's been confounding us every day ever since we started hanging out with him.

The next roll designates Claudia and Marlene. For the sake of completeness, they ask Jennifer and Peter to impose the challenge. Jennifer whispers something to Peter, who smiles and agrees. Peter gets up and takes his camera, changing the memory card. For a moment, I'm at a loss as to what Jennifer has planned. Then I see her stand sensually behind the couch. She is going to pose for us.

With Peter standing in the middle of the room, Jennifer starts to play around, assuming a variety of poses as she prances about the couch. She walks over to Thomas and Jimmy, passing one leg over the couch, placing it between them. Jimmy can't help but plant a kiss on her hip; Thomas decides to do the same. She leans in and plants a peck on Thomas, then one on Jimmy. As she moves from their couch to ours, she unbuttons her red shorts and slides them off, revealing her red bikini bottom. With her foot, she tosses the shorts to the middle of the room.

She climbs onto our couch from the side, crawling on top of our legs. Once she is fully on top of me and Jim, she turns around. I lean in and kiss her navel; Jim reaches her mouth so he plants one on her. She places his hand on her chest, and has him unbutton her blouse, exposing her skin and the red cloth of her bikini top. She crawls off the same way she got on, then moves to the next team, Sandy and Julie.

She goes to stand before them and starts moving about erotically, like an exotic dancer performing for a crowd. In her motion, she kicks off one sandal, then the next; she twirls around on herself and as she does, she takes off her shirt and tosses it to Sandy.

My gaze turns away from Jennifer for a brief moment, as I gaze about the room. Jimmy is rubbing his pants; my hand, resting on Jim's lap, notices a bulge forming. Even Peter's calm demeanor cannot hide a certain crease slowly manifesting itself in his middle region. Sandy is smelling Jennifer's shirt, while Julie is staring with abandon. Kamara and Susan are both entranced by the dance; Marlene and Claudia are in shock; one of them will have to perform like this afterwards.

Clad only in her red bikini, after having Julie and Sandy plant kisses on her behind, Jennifer moves to Kamara and Susan. She gets them to grope her breasts, then has them move the cloth off her skin and remove her top. She quickly covers up, twirling about, then revealing herself once more as she heads for the final team.

She goes to sit between Marlene and Claudia, having them plant kisses on her erect nipples, as she simulates playing with herself. Marlene is trying to back off, but Claudia is simply too engrossed into it. She's licking Jennifer's breast with appetite, until Jennifer, standing up in one swoop, pulls her bottom off, prancing about, doing a handstand and landing on top of the couch.

There is silence for a moment; suddenly, we erupt into cheer and applause. We almost miss a single comment that cuts the air.

"Shit!"

Our heads turn towards Jimmy. His hand is on his crotch, he's staring down at himself, then looks up. Silence falls upon the room, then everybody starts laughing uncontrollably.

"Sorry 'bout that... guess I kinda... got into the moment."

For a moment, I'm worried about Thomas, but he's laughing it up too.

"If ya people'll excuse me, a'll be back in a min."

He gets up and hurries to the bathroom. We calm down with our laughter once he's gone. Jennifer receives some additional praise as we toss her back her clothing and she puts it back on.

"You're amazing!" says Sandy.
"Where did you learn to move like that?"
"It's my secret."

I see Peter switching memory cards, probably going back to the old one. He must have taken over two hundred snap shots in the few minutes the dance took. All eyes eventually turn to Marlene, as Peter hands the camera to Claudia.

"I can't do that."
"Can't or won't?" Julie asks.
"Can't. I can't dance like that! She's too fuckin' hot! I'll take a sanction!"

There is some disappointment in the air. Kamara pulls out a random card and reads what's on it.

"Strip naked. You can't dress yourself back until you've atoned for your failure."

A murmur crosses the room and reaches Marlene. She's trapped now.

[interesting]

If Marlene is looking around the room for sympathy, she is surely mistaken. She finally turns her gaze to Claudia, her partner for the game, who does not seem too happy about the outcome.

"Thank you very much, Marlene."
"What?"
"If you take a sanction, I have to take it too, you know."

The reality of her decision hits Marlene and she looks glum. Claudia gets up and drags Marlene to her feet.

"I'm not getting naked alone. You strip first."

Marlene wants to argue, but the rules are clear. She wouldn't imitate Jennifer's erotic dance and photo shoot around the room, she has to agree to a sanction, determined randomly: she has to strip naked. And because she failed to comply, her partner, Claudia, must also strip naked.

I'm finding these girls adorable. I don't think the girls would actually mind being naked, but neither wants to go first. I see Peter puts the camera away. He's not going to take pictures of this, apparently. I'm a little disappointed, but I understand. Jennifer poses nudes all the time; we don't have Claudia or Marlene's background to assist in that decision.

"Come on!" Julie says. "Quit stalling and get naked!"

Marlene blushes, as she removes her heels and sets them beside the sofa.

"Remember! You can't get dressed until you've successfully emulated another team."

She slips her light blue dress off her shoulders; she has very little hips so it practically falls to the ground, leaving her wearing nothing but a purple bikini. She looks around the room, looking at Claudia. Her partner kicks off her own sandals and start unbuttoning her pink shirt, opening it to reveal a very pink and very tight bikini top. The skirt goes off. Claudia unzips her red mini-skirt, slides it down her hips. Her pink bikini bottom is practically a thong.

Claudia motions for Marlene to continue. Marlene unclasps her bikini bra from the front, hesitates, then pulls it off quickly and covers her breasts awkwardly. Claudia points to Marlene's bottom. Keeping one hand on her mounds, Marlene pulls her purple bikini bottom off with the other, and quickly sits back down, crossing her legs. I have time to see a little speck of hair; she must keep it trimmed.

Claudia smiles at Marlene's discomfort, then pulls the strap off her own bikini top; it falls off effortlessly, revealing two very appealing shapes on her chest. She pulls the string on her bottom section and it falls to the ground. She does not hide anything from us, and I see the trimmed hair just over her sex. She sits back down gracefully on the sofa, turning to her partner.

"Marlene, get those hands off your breasts!"

She actually pulls the hands away; we get a very good look at Marlene's sexy pair. She covers back upfor a moment, angry at Claudia, then finally abandons and puts her hands beside her. I look around at everyone, gazing their reactions.

We notice that Jimmy has come back during the stripping. He is standing motionless, in awe of what is happening. Thomas is also somewhat excited; the sight itself may not do much for him but the thrill of the game always gets him riled up. Jim's being pretty cool about it, although I can tell he is getting horny. Claudia and Marlene's friends are mostly laughing, but I see Julie is really into it. As for Jennifer and Peter, it's hard to tell their reaction. I know Peter is accustomed to seeing naked girls, but never in this context. It must a new thrill for him.

"Can we get on with it now?" Marlene asks.

Jimmy goes to sit, high-fiving Thomas. We roll again. Julie and Sandy get designated, and they ask Kamara and Susan to perform the stunt. It takes a moment for the girls to decide. I notice that Peter has recovered his camera, but he's aiming it away from the naked girls. My trust in him increases; he seems so sensitive to Marlene's stress.

Kamara speaks.

"Well, since we're all wearing bikinis underneath anyway..."

Susan agrees. Both girls kick off their heels beside their couch and stand; in one simultaneous motion, the remove their skirts; Kamara's golden one piece runs up her body, while Susan's grey mini skirt falls to the floor. Susan then hesitates; earlier, I had her take off her bra, so she has nothing under her top.

"Take it off!" Sandy almost screams.

She gets everyone's backing. Susan shrugs and pulls off her tank top; her large mounds juggle back into place as the top falls to the ground. They are enormous, and I'm thinking they can't be natural. And Kamara is so sexy in her yellow bikini.

Jim leans into my ear.

"This is awfully reminiscent of New Year's..."

I kiss him on the cheek. Julie and Sandy then get up and, imitating their friends, start removing their clothes. Julie does it in one move; removing her black dress and sliding it off her hips; she has a green bikini top and a tight matching sports boxer as underwear. It's Sandy's turn; she starts with her red top, showing a tight but non-revealing black support bra; then with the mini-skirt appears green sports boxers. I'm focusing mainly on Julie; I'm really getting the hots for her, but it's really because I'm letting her get under my skin.

Susan jiggles her breasts as she backs down. Peter goes to snap a picture and Susan exposes herself. Claudia calls out.

"Hey, get a picture of me and Marlene together."
"No!"
"Come on, Marlie. It will be just for us."

Marlene fights it for a second, then bites back her shyness. Claudia hugs her naked form to Marlene's and kisses her on the cheek, while Peter takes a picture.

"This is so humiliating..."

Peter goes to set the recent pictures on the projector screen. We watch the stripping unfold, then get a few nude pictures of Susan, Marlene and Claudia. Marlene eventually manages to laugh about it. I wonder if this is the first time she has played with her friends. The others seem much more accustomed than her.

As we roll again, Thomas and Jimmy get to designate a group. They target Jennifer and Peter. It takes a while for Peter to decide what he wants to do; apparently, Jennifer is letting him pick. He hesitates.

"I don't really know how far you people are willing to go... I can be pretty perverted if I want!"

Julie answers.

"That's why everyone is teamed with someone they're comfortable with, so it's easier if things get... raunchy."
"Okay. I suppose."

He leans in and whispers something to Jennifer. She seems surprised and whispers something back. He grabs her by the hand and pulls her away, into the kitchen.

"We'll be right back."

They leave us hanging. We can't hear what they are saying but it's clear some kind of argument is going on. Are they having a fight? They quickly come back; Peter has two 14 oz bottles of alcohol; we identify Vodka. He's also bringing a siphon. Jennifer is bringing a dish rag.

Peter lies on his back and puts the siphon in his mouth; Jennifer sets up the dishrag behind his head. Jimmy seems excited. We're all drinking something, beer, wine or spritzer; this seems more up his alley. Once Peter gives her the go ahead, Jennifer starts pouring the alcohol into the siphon, as Peter swallows it, one gulp at a time. It's amazing seeing Peter absorbing all of the bottle's contents; what's even more amazing is that he doesn't miss a beat, doesn't stop to take a breath and doesn't choke. Fourteen ounces later, he straightens himself and spits the siphon to the floor.

We applaud. He looks okay, despite his head being a little wobbly.

Jimmy retrieves the siphon and tells Thomas to get ready. He assumes the same posture as Peter did; he sets the dishrag behind his head and the siphon in his mouth. Thomas starts pouring; Jimmy does his best to swallow the alcohol, and he succeeds for a full ten ounces. Suddenly, he chokes and spits out the siphon and whatever alcohol remains in his mouth. Thomas checks on him, but Jimmy tells him he's fine. He retrieves the siphon and, after a few coughs, resumes the position and finishes the bottle.

He also gets a round of applause, but as he gets up, his body almost fails him. Peter is laughing heartily, already giddy from his consumption; Jimmy is in worst shape. Thomas helps Jimmy straigten up.

Claudia has been taking pictures all along, and her naked behind is in my face. It's so inviting. I turn to Jim and bring his attention to it.

"I bet you'd like to get a piece of that."
"Are you deliberately trying to make me have sex with someone else? Sooner or later, I'm going to give in."

I begin to apologize, but he kisses me to shut me up.

"Sarah, I love you. I'll do what you ask me to, to make you happy. Bear that in mind if you say something."

It's time for another team. We roll. Marlene is hoping her name pops up, but instead we get me and Jim to ask them to come up with a challenge. Since they can't imitate anyone, it means they remain naked. Claudia speaks.

"I'd ask you to strip for we're already naked."

Jim laughs. I answer.

"We could strip if you'd like."
"Nah. I'll think of something else. Marlene, you want to get back at someone for being humiliated, now's the time."

I look into Marlene's eyes and see a speck of meanness. My mind races at the possibilities she might inflict on us. Before she can speak, Julie intervenes.

"This will be our last round for this game."

Everyone is disappointed.

"Really? I have other games too."
"On'more roun'."

Jimmy manages to form a sentence.

"All right, one more, then we move on."

Marlene stares at Jim, then me. She has a wicked smile on her face. She gets up and moves to the table with the food on it. She grabs a banana and goes back to her seat. I read determination in her eyes. She opens her legs and, without removing the peel, starts rubbing the banana near her opening. To be honest, I'm a bit shocked. I figured she was prude. Maybe the adrenaline is getting the better of her. After a moment, she slides it into her, and starts using it to pleasure herself. Everyone, even her friends, are taken aback.

"Slow down, Marlene," Claudia says.

Marlene manages to regain some control, pulls it out and hands it to Claudia. Claudia slides it into herself and starts to do the same, but with much less rage in her motion. I'm too preoccupied to notice the others' reaction to this.

Once Claudia is done, she throws the banana over to me. I catch it. It's all slippery. I must admit to some discomfort. Two things make me hold back: one, I barely know these girls, and I don't know if they have any diseases; two, I've never really enjoyed using things that aren't designed specifically for sex in me. Jim seems equally confused.

"It's not going in back there."

He is adamant and I understand his reservations. This is no way to introduce him to the joys of anal play, especially since I don't really enjoy it myself. Marlene is fair but strict.

"It has to go inside you somehow."

There's an obvious solution to this, but Jim has the same restraints as me.

"Can I use another banana?"
"Sure."

Kamara leans in on the table and tosses me a new one. I wipe my hands on my skirt. I give Jim the banana, get up, and remove my blue bikini bottom, without removing my green skirt. I sit back down, pull up the skirt a little and retrieve the fruit. I play around my sex with it but it's cold and hardly stimulating to me. I turn to Jim and he starts kissing me. His contact makes me feel better; I finally manage to get the banana inside me. It's not uncomfortable, but it's definitely something unusual. For a moment, it's almost enjoyable, but the thought of the fruit inside me is too strange. I pull it out and hand it to Jim.

At first, he is hesitant. He doesn't mind eating me out, but he's never really enjoyed the taste. Now, he has to do something entirely new. He bites back his hesitation and starts sucking on the banana, covered in my juices. For some obscure reason, that in itself is arousing to me. I feel shivers run down my spine. I decide not to retrieve my underwear; I'm probably not going to need it later on.

Jim finishes sucking the fruit. We put the bananas back on the table but away from the other fruits. Jim seems alright; he takes a heavy gulp from his drink to cleanse his mouth. Marlene seems content and more relaxed now. Maybe the stimulation did her some good.

"Okay, final turn now."

Sandy and Julie get to challenge again; since they haven't yet challenged Claudia and Marlene, they select them. Claudia tells Marlene she'll come up with the next one. She turns to Peter.

"Can we use your pool?"
"Of course."

Claudia gets up, dragging Marlene along. We follow. Julie and Sandy are first in line, since they're the ones who will have to imitate whatever Claudia decides to do. She and Marlene jump into the water; Claudia instructs her partner on what to do, then both girls go under water. We wait. They're not coming up. All we say are two shapes in the water, close together, as if they were hugging.

Julie seems to understand what's going on. She tells Sandy to strip, as she removes her own top. As her small breasts come into view, I feel a surge inside me. I remember my desire to massage her chest when we were at beach. I squeeze Jim's hand tight. Sandy is much slower to remove her costume, but she does not seem shy about it. I can't help but stare at both their crotches. Sandy's is all bushy, but I see that Julie keeps hers shaven.

Eventually, we see Claudia and Marlene come up to the over, all flushed and tired. They extricate themselves out of the water, as Sandy and Julie take the plunge. Jennifer inquires as to what's happening. Claudia answers.

"Ever had sex underwater?"
"You were having sex?" I blurt out.
"Not really... just playing with each other as long as we could hold our breaths."

Julie and Sandy disappear under the water; we spot their huddled bodies and try to discern movement, but the water shields them. It doesn't last nearly as long, as Sandy comes up for air. They both step out of the pool; Sandy goes to hug Claudia for reasons unknown to me. The girls don't bother to get dressed up. My gaze still wanders at Julie. Peter speaks.

"Maybe we should continue this here, around the pool, since you girls are all wet."

Everyone laughs. Kamara retrieves the dice and sanction cards; those that need to go get their drinks do so. We roll again. Thomas and Jimmy get to call out a group, but Jimmy's intoxicated so Thomas picks up the decision. We're next on their list; Thomas has an idea but seems to hesitate. He whispers something to Jimmy, who seems to acknowledge positively. Thomas starts unzipping Jimmy's jeans and takes them off, revealing a black swimsuit. Jimmy then removes his own swimsuit, exposing himself to us for the first time. In his tipsy state, I'm wondering how aware he is, but there is steadiness in his movements.

Everyone stares. He's still limp right now (the alcohol doesn't help) but Thomas starts to work him, so he gets hard fairly quickly. Thomas is giving him a handjob, almost whispering to Jimmy's manhood. Jimmy is moaning loudly, enjoying every minute of it. His stare goes to himself, then to everyone around. He's enjoying being the centre of attention. It doesn't take long for Jimmy to edge; Thomas closes his eyes and plants his face right in front of Jimmy's shaft; when Jimmy releases, he shoots straight into Thomas's face; the liquid trickles down on his cheeks, to his lips and chin. Thomas has to catch Jimmy to prevent him from collapsing. He sets him down gently, then moves to the pool and plunges his face into the water, shaking about, then pulling his face out, clean from the pool water.

He turns to look at me. I ask Jim what he wants to do. He thinks about it, then nods for me to go for it. I unzip his pants, pull them off quickly, then go a little slower for his swimsuit. He's already hard; I get a few 'oohs' from the girls when I expose him. Jim is by no means exceptional, but a hard man always gets a reaction. Jim closes his eyes. I start to play with it; my gaze turns to Julie, who is licking her lips. I focus on the task at hand; Jim is reacting as expected to my hand job. It takes a few moments, but I sense him getting near explosion; I put my face in and close my eyes. It takes a few more strokes, then I feel the hot liquid sprayed across my face; his seems more liquid than Jimmy's and most of it actually trickles down on my yellow camisole. Jim only moans once, then catches his breath. I move to the pool and plunge my head in the water; the feeling is very nice; the water rinses the fluids from my face as I splash about. When I pull my head out, I feel like I'm waking up. I notice the stains on my camisole. Without hesitation, I pull it off, intentionally facing Julie as I expose myself.

Her reaction is instantaneous. A shiver slides across her entire body, and it echoes in mine. I really must talk to Jim about her; see how far I can go and how far he wants to go.

We see Jimmy is slowly coming about. He doesn't bother covering himself up. Jim seems a bit more shy; he retrieves his swimsuit and slides it back on. He's getting stares from the gallery and he's not sure how to react. I put Jim's hands on my breasts and kiss him.

"One turn left." Julie says. "Then we play another game."

Peter and Jennifer are designated, and they challenge their last team, Kamara and Susan. Peter speaks, talking about Jennifer.

"Remember, I have to work with this girl tomorrow."

His tone is playful, but I see it upsets Jennifer.

"You know, Peter, if that's the only thing preventing you to sleep with me..."

Peter seems surprised at her reaction.

"You know it's inappropriate."
"Forget it. What's your challenge, ladies?"

The focus goes back to Kamara and Susan. Kamara decides to remove her bra; everyone stares as she exposes her chocolate-colored mounds. She is simply sublime; if I don't get it on with Julie tonight, Kamara is definitely my second choice - and Peter might be third, if Jim or Jennifer will let me, which I doubt.

"You'll both have to be topless for this."

Jennifer does not hesitate for a moment, as she pulls off her blouse and bikini for the second time this night. Peter joins her, but he is clearly still bothered by Jennifer's comments.

Kamara and Susan press their chests against each other, and start grabbing their tits; are they toning it down because of the tension between Jennifer and Peter? It's hard to say. They keep it up for a few moments, before passing on the torch. Jennifer lets Peter grab her breasts, as she massage his chest. At first, there is little cooperation between them, but sooner than I expect, they get into it. I see Peter is doing his best to stimulate Jennifer and it's working; meanwhile, Jennifer's hand are rubbing Peter's chest. Jennifer moans; I've seen this happen once or twice with her. In periods of extreme stress, I've seen her have an orgasm simply from groping herself. She trembles and collapses in Peter's arms, who is stunned at the turn of events.

"Oh wow!"
"Okay, kiss and make up now." Julie says.

Peter hesitates; Jennifer leans in and kisses him. Peter is having difficulties kissing her back, but at least he doesn't pull away. Jennifer whispers something in Peter's ear, which seems to make Peter think.

Julie brings us back to attention.

"All right! Great! Everyone had fun? Good. Peter?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to need as many blankets as you can get me."
"All right. Any volunteers to help me?"

Thomas and Jim go with him. I walk to Jennifer and hold her tight. Her chest is still heaving, and it's pressing against mine.

"That seemed nice."
"It was awesome. I'm just..."
"What did you tell him?"

Jennifer shies away but turns back to me.

"I told him that if that's all that's holding him back, I might as well quit right now because I'm going to fuck him before tomorrow."
"Are you in love, Jenn?"
"No... I just want to fuck him."

When she met Peter, Jennifer was seventeen. She was 'in love' with him. Time passed, nothing happened, she was a minor. She turned eighteen and did her first nude shoot the very next day. She's always harbored some feelings for him, but they're mostly sexual desire. I can see why; he's kind, compassionate and caring, doesn't take advantage of the girls and he's pretty good-looking for a guy nearing forty. I tap on Jennifer's shoulder.

"Good luck."

Julie suddenly drags me away and presses me against her still wet naked body. I shiver from the cold and her touch.

"Still hesitating?"
"You have no idea what effect you have on me, do you?"

She pulls her hand under my skirt and touches my sex. I let her keep her hand there, despite the onlookers.

"I think I do."
"What do you want with me anyway? Why are you after me?"
"Because you're hot and sexy, just my type."
"Come on, Julie. I have a boyfriend."
"You're not saying no."
"I'm not saying yes either."

I gather some strength and pull away.

"It's not entirely up to me."
"I could have my girls kidnap you, strap you somewhere and take you any way I want."
"And I might enjoy that. But someone might get worried, and that's not something I want."
"So ask him."
"Believe me, I will."

Peter returns with the boys in the nick of time. They have the blankets. Kamara goes to get her purse and she returns with a razor and some shaving cream.

"What do you plan on doing with that?" Thomas asks.
"Gentlemen, we are going to shave you all!"