Catching Fire

Note on Part 12: The scene picks up immediately following Part 11, which I'd recommend reading for plot continuity. There's a bit more BDSM in this one, but Sarah's new so they keep it light, similar to Part 10 (and that's just my predilection anyway). I hope it tickles your fancy. Sorry for how lengthy it is - if I'd had more time, I'd have written something shorter.

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***Mid Summer***

Sarah listened with a terrible poker face as Erin and I explained the basics of our forays into bondage, domination, and other pleasures. By the end, her mouth hung slightly agape, and she had scooted slightly back so she could see both of us at once.

"I think that's about it," Erin said hesitantly, looking away from Sarah to fix my already-straight shirt collar, "I mean, obviously we didn't tell you everything, for lots of reasons, but it's enough to give you the idea. So... what do you think? Feel less embarrassed about your 'thing,' knowing a bit more about our thing?"

"Woah," Sarah said flatly.

"Okay," I replied, "Not the most encouraging response. We don't bite. Unless you ask us to." Erin swatted me.

"Shit!" Sarah blurted, lurching out of suspended animation, "Sorry! I - I know. Thanks. I do feel better. But it's just not something I would have thought - I mean, it's not what you'd expect, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone about you two. Or about the three of us at all. I can't imagine THAT going over well with anyone we know. It's just that I've known you both separately for a pretty long time and I'd never have thought either of you would be into something that... kinky."

"Most Likely To Succeed," I teased, "Imagine *my* surprise earlier today." Sarah winced and leaned forward to hide her face against me again, ears burning.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay, I deserved that," she mumbled.

"I still think you are, for what it's worth," I added, "Easiest vote I ever cast." Sarah squeezed my leg in silent thanks. Erin smoothly stood up from my lap and set her empty glass down.

"You know what I think would help?" she said, "Seeing us play a little. Unknowns are scary, so the fix is to know more. You come up to the guest room and watch for a bit; just like our first time together. If you like it, you can join in. If it's not for you, no pressure, just say so and we're more than happy to have fun like we did earlier today."

"Wait, seriously? Now?" Sarah asked.

"Well yeah! Luke, are you ready for round two?"

"I've *been* ready."

"Come up in forty minutes," Erin said, leaning down and planting one on my forehead, "And for the sake of our lovely guest, let's pretend I've been a good girl all day."

"Oh, so you want to change things up," I chuckled. Erin shrugged.

"Maybe I've been a teensy bit bratty," she clarified.

"Twenty minutes?" I prompted.

"No, I said forty," she objected, "It takes me ten just to get my damn dress off."

"I can help with that. We're starting now, by the way." I gestured for her to turn around, then stood up and shucked the dress off her, revealing a slinky white satin nightie. I stripped that to the floor as well, unveiling her gloriously athletic body. She cocked her hip and stared at me over her shoulder, totally assured in how she looked to me and Sarah. She was naked and barely came up to my chin, but she had taken command of the room. It was up to me to wrestle it back.

"Clothes stay here," I said, "When you go up, put on that lipstick I like, please. Thirty minutes."

"That's the most come-hither shade I own," she commented to Sarah, "Good thing it's both our favorite. He stole it from me when we first met, you know."

"And the lilac perfume," I continued.

"Don't worry. I know what makes you tick. And thick," she giggled as she patted me appreciatively.

"Go on," I said firmly, shooing Erin off with a light smack to her hip.

***

"So," I said, sitting back down on the couch with a fidgeting Sarah, "You okay?"

"Oh yeah, never better. Two people I've kinda known since we were all kids saw me in a sex shop a few weeks ago when I was getting ready for a goofy party with old friends, then later I had my first-ever threesome with them, then I lost my goddamn mind over CUM of all things, and now they just told me that they get off on the whips and chains stuff and want me to watch and maybe join in. I'm feeling super relaxed, Luke!"

"Right. I know it's different," I conceded, ignoring my ramped-up libido for the moment, "And maybe jarring since you weren't prepared for it at all. But remember how you keep asking yourself why that one thing felt so damn good earlier? I keep asking myself the same thing about me and this stuff. Answer is, I don't know. I just know that it does. And just like for you, it's only when things are right. Especially the people. I also want to make sure you know that I don't... I'm not... dammit, how do I say this? I don't like this kind of thing unless everyone's okay. Before, during, and after. Otherwise, I just fall apart." We were both silent for a bit, wondering what to feel, hoping the other heard us.

"You like to plan things out, right?" My sudden question seemed to catch her a little off guard in its blandness.

"Sure, why?"

"That's all this stuff really is. Erin and I know exactly what we're supposed to do and what will happen when we play these 'games' together. That's what they are to us: games. We set up rules and boundaries and explore together *inside* them. In our case, that usually means she pretends to be a 'naughty brat,' and then I, uh, 'discipline' her for it. She wants to be submissive, and wants to make sure I'm the right kind of dominant to earn it. We both like it when the other is creative in how we play those roles. Then she proves she'll be good and I prove that I'm happy with her. Most importantly, when we stop playing, we make sure that the other person feels appreciated and safe. That's it."

"But isn't Erin scared when she's all tied up and you're... hitting her, or whatever? I can't really believe that's something you would enjoy either, Luke."

"I would never, ever 'hit' her. Wow... no. Never. Just thinking about that... ugh, no. I only do things we're both okay with, and I'm very careful when we try anything new. Second, we both know for certain that neither of us likes it if anyone actually feels scared or helpless or hurt. Not even pretending to be, sometimes." I trailed off, looking into something that wasn't there at the moment. Sarah watched me, thankfully without saying anything, giving me time to shake myself out of it and continue.

"What's important for you to understand, and what I've told Erin, is that in my eyes she's the one who is actually in control. I might look like the lead partner, but it's her that picks the music and whether she wants to dance with me. I'm only the lead because she wants me to be. Because she trusts me. So whatever you see, it's something that's shared, never taken. I take that seriously, even though it's only... it's only for this summer. Yeah. I hope that makes sense, because I feel like I'm babbling now. Sorry. It seems like I do that a lot around you. Probably why we never really got to know each other that well. Back then. I mean high school. Really seems like we should have, and I hate that we didn't - God, I'm doing it again!"

Sarah thought about it for a long time, then nodded, looking at me from the corner of her eye.

"It's easy to see why she picked you for it," she said. To my surprise, that misted me up a little. I put my hand out, palm up. Sarah slowly took it, then squeezed with feeling. The ticking of the living room clock was loud, and I glanced up at it.

"Half an hour to kill," I said idly. Sarah said nothing, instead shifting to take Erin's old place in my lap, snuggling in tightly. I put my arms around her.

"God, you're so warm," she sighed, "Too bad this isn't Winter Break."

"You have no idea," I murmured into her hair, getting a small sound of curious interest from her.

"Not a bad idea," she said under her breath.

She was noticeably larger and heavier than Erin. Not unpleasantly - quite the opposite - just much closer to my old girlfriends than Erin; the little blonde was a real outlier from my usual preferences, physically speaking. My 'type' could look me in the eye, was shaped like an hourglass, had dark hair, and was reserved but affectionate. Like Sarah, essentially. I had never given more than an occasional second glance at women that were short, feisty, lean, relatively flat-chested, outgoing, or blonde. Curly hair annoyed me. I certainly didn't like girls that loved wearing pink. Or used too much powdered sugar on their pancakes. Or that wrote poetry but swatted me away when I tried to read over their shoulder. Erin made absolutely no sense. It was galling.

Sarah's softness against me hauled me out of my thoughts and back to the moment. When she worked her hand up to trace the contours of my face, I let her novel and beguiling scents envelop me again... laced with a hint of me and Erin now, too. An unexpectedly intoxicating spice. Leaning in, we let our lips get reacquainted for a while;

gentle,

slow,

and persuasive.

"How much time now?" she asked after a while. I glanced up.

"About twenty minutes."

"Be a shame to waste them..." she hinted, twiddling with a button on my shirt. I felt a lupine smile stalk across my face.

"Want to try a little game like Erin and I are going to play? It'll help you know what to expect." I felt her tense up against me.

"Might help. It's not gonna hurt, is it?"

"Not at all. It's just following directions from me. Simple things. But first," I said, becoming serious, "You need a safe word. Something that you use to make everything stop if you feel bad, need help, anything. It makes everything, and I mean absolutely everything stop."

"Okay," she said, giving an unsure little smile.

"Shh. Hey," I soothed, "Everything's okay. Nothing is going to happen without you being okay with it. Promise. This is to make sure you have fun. I don't think you'll even need to use it. It's just that sometimes, even if they're only watching on the sidelines, people might have strong feelings, and they need things to stop. That's okay. The second we hear you say that, Erin and I will drop everything and help you. We won't be mad or disappointed at all. I promise. Trust me and Erin, maybe push yourself a little if it feels good, and don't be afraid to make it all stop if that's what you need. We want you to feel safe and have fun. Just like us. I hope that helps."

"It does. So what's a good 'safe word?'"

"Something that you'd never usually say in the bedroom. And that you'll definitely remember. Like... what's your favorite bird?"

"Uh, flamingos?"

"That's perfect! 'Flamingo' it is." She giggled in response, and I felt some part of my mind take a strange turn. I was transfixed by her dusky skin, her playfully intelligent chocolate eyes, her sable hair with one or two early grays hidden just behind her ear. She was just so... healthy and vibrant and welcoming, like a perfect cup of tea that begged to be held in grateful hands and brought to appreciative lips. Why was my mind suddenly so noisy, yet focused?

"Hey, there you go," I said encouragingly and trying to recover myself, "Dumb-looking pink things make you happy."

"Not wrong," she grinned, deftly reaching down behind my belt and into my pants. It made me yelp, and it helped us share a close laugh and some heat by way of our mouths again.

"So," I asked when I could catch a breath, "Ready for a preview?"

"One way to find out."

I got the feeling she liked lightheartedness at first, so I spent the next few minutes asking her to do things like stand on one foot, twirl her skirt nice and high, and tell me a joke. Between the innocent things, I added a layer or two; undo this button or that; tell me what you like most about Erin's body; slide that off slowly...

Come here. Kneel. Show off for me.

Think about what you would like done to you tonight; for you tonight.

Be honest, are you thinking about blowing me? Yes, you have to be honest.

Good. I like that. It's okay if your hands wander.

Her obvious titillation at those commands made me shiver. Soon, she was in her underwear and laying down over my lap, bountiful ass hiked up over my thighs, casting happy and expectant sidelong glances.

"Ten minutes," I said evenly, running my work-callused hands along her skin from ankle to neck and back again. I paused to unhook her bra, letting the straps fall apart. I knew she could feel my erection pressing against her.

"Mmm," she murmured, "I'm remembering that back rub from before. If I had an 'aftercare' request, it would be that."

"I'll definitely keep that in mind. Let's get the rest of this off you." I rubbed the backs of her upper thighs and gave her a light smack to watch and gauge. She made a small noise of surprise, but wasn't displeased.

"Luke... we've only got ten minutes!" she said giddily, "You wouldn't want us to be late. Would you?"

"Guess you'd better hurry up, then," I said, drawing my finger along the edges of her lacy panties. She stood carefully up and discarded the last of her clothes, hands and arms strategically placed to hide her intimacies from me.

"Shy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I might not be if you were a little more 'au naturale,' too," she suggested, clearly wanting more than a show. I grinned and stood up, gesturing to Erin's dropped nightie.

"Game's still going. Put that on, please," I said, "Can't have you looking indecent, can we? If you hurry, you can have some of what you've been waiting for." She tried not to look at me as she quickly struggled into Erin's scrap of satin, straining the seams soulfully, sensuously, sinfully.

Oh, Lord, Sarah.

"I am falling out all over the place here!" she tsked, rearranging her tits in the modest cups and trying to tug the hem down over her hips and ass. It wasn't working, and with every motion more of her chest would spill out the top and sides, more of her butt would wobble out from the bottom, and more of her succulent, neatly-trimmed pussy would peek out from underneath.

"Perfect," I said, trying not to let an edge into my voice, undoing my belt and beckoning her over, "Over here, Sarah. Although... What do you think of 'Birdie'? It helps in these kinds of things, I think, to have something you like that isn't your name. You've heard Erin and I call each other things, I'm sure."

Jesus, Luke, pick your tongue up off the floor.

"Cute," she giggled, moving quickly to kneel in front of me, undressing me with singular focus, "Never had a nickname before. Still... as long as I get what I'm here for, you can call me whatever you want." She pulled my erect self out and licked the tip at first timidly, then ardently. She giggled to herself.

"Five minutes," I said tightly. She abandoned foreplay, clearly desperate for even a taste of her need. Her sweet, curvy body strained the undersized lingerie to its limit as she worked to please me in an amateurish, overly aggressive way. I felt a trickle of precum leak out, confirmed by her happy, muffled exclamation and her hand flying down to her pussy.

"I bet you can go deeper," I encouraged, "Just slow down so you don't hurt yourself. There you go... there you go... yeah, relax. Perfect. God, the way you moan on me. Oh... oh, fuck... damn, Sarah, that's good. Even slower, please." She began to put more art and patience into it, yet retained the throbbing undercurrent of near-insatiable hunger that marks a true cock addict. It was in the way her cheeks hollowed and tongue slithered. It was evident in the way she let our combined mess begin to slop down onto her cloth-stifled body, the way it glittered against her skin as it disappeared in the cleft of her bouncing, succulent cleavage. And it was obvious when she began to gather it back up to smear it over both my glossy rod and her beautiful face. But above everything, it was in the look in her eye as she did it all and wanted for nothing else but more of me.

She had found a ferociously lustful rhythm, one that would end us both very soon.

"Time's up," I said, furious with and proud of myself. I pulled her gently away by her hair to ensure she stopped when I said. She twitched, trying to catch her breath, cursing with frustration. It made her tits surge and swell in the nightie, and I leaned down to kiss her salty, slimy lips, hefting and pinching one outstanding breast after the other. I squatted down in front of her, never letting go of her hair in a petting way, maintaining the implication rather than the demonstration of overpowerment.

"You really do like doing that, don't you, Birdie?" I asked, low and slow. I reached behind her to give her round ass a confident grope.

She only stared at my dripping length, and I could feel her intense need sparking like a live wire.

"Feeling my tip swell on the back of your tongue and choke you a bit?" I continued, "Gripping my legs and clawing my abs while you try to fit more of me in you? My hands on your head, pulling you towards me while we make each other fight for air? Thinking about all that *cum* you're about to get?"

"I... I want... I want it right NOW, goddammit." She had gone from shy to searing in the time it took her to get the words out. She was coming along nicely. And quickly.

"Can you tell me more? It would make me so happy." I kissed her again while massaging her swollen, soaking clit. A delightful shudder went through her.

"I love sucking your big, hard, beautiful dick," she admitted with an unrehearsed need in her eye, "I want everything you've got. You make so much of it. If I'd have known back then... oh, God. What are we waiting for? We can be a little late, can't we? I can make us both so, so happy... Come on, Luke. Ram it into me. Empty those big fuckin' balls for me; choke me with all your hot... sticky... delicious cum... right... down... my... throat." She opened her mouth wide, letting saliva drip off the end of her long, pink tongue.

This Sarah was a new and wonderful animal for both of us. I smiled at her and put my thumb in her mouth. She was greedy with it, moving my hand over so she could have my index and middle finger, head bobbing back and forth along them. I pulled away before I lost control of which head was doing the thinking for me.

"Jesus Christ, Birdie - you could make me cum without so much as touching me, couldn't you? But save it for later. Right now, we've got a date with Erin."

"You utter bastard," Sarah panted, "What happens if I scream?"

"Don't worry. You're going to anyway. But right now, get on the couch. turn around. Put that incredible, hot chocolate ass out for me." She silently, hungrily glared her frustration at me as she complied, the nightie nowhere near able to cover anything below her waist. I put my clothes back together, drawing the zipper up and buckling my belt again. I could practically feel the air around her pressurize with unleashed and unmet lust.

"Perfect," I said, moving in to taste her clean skin and already sloppy pussy, drawing my tongue through her with no small amount of experience. She held her breath for a moment before shuddering and arching her back further.

"Fuck that's good," she moaned weakly, "Don't think I've had it from there before."

"There's advantages," I breathed, briefly dragging my tongue around the tight circle of her asshole, making her lurch and gasp before I went back to her pussy for a while longer, bringing one hand up to nudge her clit in time with my tongue. I played along each sharp-tasting fold like she was a violin, changing stroke and tempo whenever I heard her cries change pitch.

"Yes, Luke," she said haltingly, head resting against the top of the couch, free hand blindly gripping a cushion, "Lick... lick my pussy just like that! Oh fuck!"