3. Across The Border
(part 1)
I woke to Callie nuzzling my neck from behind, one long, lithe, strong leg draped over my waist, her graceful foot very lightly brushing me. I was rock hard. My neck, my earlobe, her teeth nibbling, her tongue, her lips. To wake like this is one of my biggest fantasies ... something like it only happened to me once before, with Joanna not long after we first shared a bed, and I'd been completely out of my head, both of us coming hard. I groaned to remember.
"Fuck me like an animal," Callie whispered, my earlobe between her teeth, and my mind just fell away. She came once, twice, three times as I drove into her, each time harder than the last, once missionary, once with her beautiful long legs over my shoulders, the last time with me behind past her magnificent bottom, but for me it was like I'd been forbidden. She was wearing some kind of flexible cord like a long strip of supple leather around her wrist and forearm, not something I'd seen before.
"Stop, please, oh goddess, stop," she said, gasping. "Bob, honey, that's so good." She moved forward, me sliding out of her, then rolled me over.
She began unwrapping the cord from her forearm. "Morgan gave this to me last night, that new girl of yours is quite the firecracker." With one end still tied to her wrist, she started wrapping the other around the base of my cock, my balls, criss-crossing, figure eights, the other end still around her wrist. She tugged it, tugged me, and goddess, I felt it through my whole body ... she literally had me by the balls, and I was loving every moment. She came closer, began teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue, then her lips, suction inside her mouth, and then her hands, her thumbs stroking my frenulum in gentle circular alternating motions, more nibbles, up and down me, like she'd been taking lessons from Jess and Dani both. She tugged again, harder, then reared up and turned around, lowered herself slowly, her beautiful sex coming ever so slowly closer to my waiting, eager mouth, I felt her lips and tongue and teeth on my cock again, one of her arms above her, tugging ... it reminded me of her on a horse, riding one-handed the way she so effortlessly could, one-handed like I was a rodeo bronco. She finally let me kiss her, lick her, lapping, worshipping, adoring my beautiful Callie.
"Oh Bob," she gasped, shuddering. Her awareness was in me and mine in her; I knew so well what she liked best just as she knew me, and I was getting closer to the edge every moment.
"We might have to try this with Morgan," she said, and with that thought my orgasm became inevitable, me holding back as long as I could because I knew this was going to be even more special than usual, and also because I wanted to save it until Callie came twice more; I could feel both peaks on their way. She cried out, her tears falling onto me, tugging me again. I clutched her beautiful, supple, warm soft firm cheeks, to my mind the absolute best butt in the world, squeezing hard with my hands, my thumbs over her hips, squeezing as hard as I ever had, my nose on her perineum, suction in her passage, and then my tongue was on her clit. She yelped and bucked and if she had more breath in her lungs she might've screamed, and then I came in her mouth as she was coming in mine, it went on and on, like an out-of-body experience, and goddess, it was glorious.
She rolled off me, batted the back of her hand against my stomach, hooked an ankle around the back of my head and sat up using that as leverage, smiling at me. Then she spun around on her wonderful ass, lay down next to me, kissed me deep. She still had a little taste of me in her mouth.
"I love you," she said, smiling. I put my arms around her, holding her tight, but gently.
"I love you, my beautiful Callie," I said, our tastes mingled in my mouth.
"Feeling better?" she asked.
"I can still feel something, I think it came from the chocolate, but something also happened with Mike's cognac. Am I the only one?"
"It was the most delicious dessert I've ever tasted," she said, "but whatever it did to you doesn't seem to have happened to me."
"I don't know that I want to share you with Morgan," I said. "She might be a creative little tart in bed, but she said she's a virgin, and it's been too long since it was just you and me, and that's all I really want."
"You didn't seem to mind with Dani yesterday," she said, smiling.
I smiled back. "Callie, my love, you love Dani, too, and Jess, and Kelsey and Stu."
"And Taylor," Callie said, the ghost of a smile still on her face. I would smile that way for the rest of my life every time I remembered Taylor, even as I mourned her. I told Callie everything that happened with Morgan in her car.
"I think the real reason Mike invited you and Mariano to his study was so Grace could grill me," she said. "She didn't expect me, didn't expect Mariano, it's like she thought she knew when and how you would come here, but I was a surprise, our relationship a kind of ... impediment. She was relentless."
"She reminded me of someone when I first met her," I said. "I still haven't figured out who, but then Morgan does, too."
"She reminds me of Sati," Callie said.
I thought about that, recalling that Morgan had reminded me of Sati. "I can see it," I said. "You know how I have this kind of extrasense, that helps me know things I shouldn't, either from the world around me or from someone else's inner thoughts, feelings."
"It's the only thing you haven't been able to teach us," she said.
"I think Sati got it, or at least some of it while she was with me, but then when I first came to Newberry, she had me to herself for two full days, and those days were pretty intense. I was nowhere near being all there."
"Grace is a really intense woman," Callie said. "Mike and Joe and Morgan and even Kevin, in his way ... when I'm with you I can usually sense some of what goes on inside other people, but I got absolutely nothing from Grace or Morgan or Joe."
"I didn't really try, though at one point I felt like I could with Mike," I said. "But I also felt like if I did, someone else would know. I felt something like that when we sent energy to Dani and Jess from Shasta ... I don't think we should do anything like that again."
"We should shower," Callie said. "You were pretty out of it, but Morgan said breakfast would be at 8, and it's already 7:30."
"You first," I said. "I'm still enjoying this beautiful afterglow."
"Together, dummy," she said, and slapped my belly. "It's not too late to get lucky again."
We didn't, there wasn't time, but we managed to straggle to the front door of Morgan's house with Mariano by 7:55, all cleaned up. A man in clothes like the ones James wore last night opened it no more than three seconds after we rang the bell, his eyes down.
"Please come in," he said, and we did. Wicker baskets with each of our names on them were in the entry, the same socks and shoes we'd worn last night, though Callie's basket was covered and seemed more full than mine or Mariano's.
Morgan joined us almost as soon as we changed shoes and socks, and what she was dressed in was amazing. A brief chemise in black, green, bright yellow, sunrise orange, a bronze like dark caramel in the pattern of a young sunflower. A different pair of heeled ghillies, just a little eyeliner and lip gloss, the first makeup I'd noticed on her, bronze toenail polish reminiscent of her hair but metallic with more gold, nothing evident on the close-trimmed nails of her small fingers. The sunflower pattern was hard to look away from, it drew the eyes in, spirals radiating in both directions from its center between her navel and solar plexus, the center subtly shiny. Then there was the bee on her hip, right where it flowed into her trim belly, suggesting so much, a really quite realistic-looking bee except it was larger than any bee ever. She must've been wearing a different bra than yesterday, because this chemise, more form-fitting than last night's peasant blouse, showed her shapely breasts to much better effect. She saw my gaze brush across them and her amazing nipples hardened instantly, the erect portion easily a centimeter wide, half again as long, and tilted up like an invitation. Callie took my hand and squeezed. My head was spinning again.
"Morgan," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "is this your design? It looks wonderful on you. I've never seen anything like it."
Morgan shivered. Or maybe it was a shudder. She smiled, I think trying to put herself together just as I was, and a few moments later when her shivering was done, she actually curtsied. Very, very gracefully.
