Saras Story Ch 06

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Sunday morning.

Savoring the warmth of the thick comforter, Charlotte watched through half closed eyes as Sara left the bedroom to begin her morning in the gym. She sat up with a stretch and a yawn, and climbed out of bed, carefully wrapping the wrinkled sheet around her as she did. Sara teased her every morning, but there was no way she was going to walk about in the nude when she knew that

he

watching.

The last few days had been a rush, a roulette of new experiences and emotions. It was so overwhelming that sometimes she felt like she was in a daze, lost in one of those hedge mazes from the movies. Yet whenever it was too much, and she felt like she were about to burst into tears or crumple into a heap on the bed, Sara was right there. Sara was always there. Anytime

he

came around or told them to do something she just couldn't bring herself to do, Sara would take her by the hand or crack some joke and make all better, and the next thing she knew they'd be snuggled on the couch, Sara laughing at some joke she just didn't quite get.

Then there were the things they did under sheets or in the tub. Well, the things Sara did to her. Ever since that night on the couch, the night

he

made Sara spank her, the night she kissed her

down there

, things had changed. She knew that she should feel guilty about it, and part of her did. She could just imagine the things Papa would say, would do, if he knew. But she didn't, at least, not enough to want to stop. Sara made her feel amazing, more than she ever imagined possible. Just thinking about it made her tingle down there and hope that Sara would do those things she did with her mouth and fingers that Papa always said were sinful but felt so, so good. She didn't want it to stop, and she didn't want anyone else to touch her like that. No one but Sara, but especially not

him

.

Charlotte stood in front of the bathroom mirror, fussing with her hair. No matter how many times Sara told her it looked great, she still couldn't help but fret about it. After a few minutes, she declared a truce with her black curls and reached for the bottle of perfume- the one Sara said smelled great on her. She sprayed a little on her wrist and rubbed them together, then she dabbed a little behind each ear and between her breasts. She paused for a moment, bottle still in hand, and chewed her lip. After a moment's hesitation she lifted the sheet and sprayed just a little of the perfume on her privates,

just in case.

Satisfied, Charlotte left the bathroom and went to the closet to choose her outfit for the day. She grabbed the red sheer babydoll with the matching panties. It wasn't the one she would have chosen, but Sara liked it on her, and that was reason enough. She shrank back to the deepest corner of the closet, away from the gaze of the cameras. She let the sheet drop and pulled on the babydoll as quickly as she could. It was silly. She knew that

he

had already seen her nakedness many times, had watched while Sara...did those things to her that even now made her excited in ways she shouldn't be, but she just couldn't bring herself to be so open about it.

Charlotte heard the door to the bedroom open with a click.

Sara's finished early!

She thought, and practically bounded out of the closet to greet her.

It wasn't Sara. Charlotte froze in her tracks when she saw Michael standing just inside the swiftly closing door. She could feel the color drain from her face, the pounding of her heart as it beat in her throat. It was hard to breathe.

"Sara's not here," she blurted out, inching away from him and in the general direction of the bed.

"I know," he replied. "I came to talk to you, not Sara." He strode forward and she backed away from him, until the back of her knees hit the bed and she abruptly sat down. Charlotte crawled across to the far side of the bed, never turning her back to him, and wrapped herself up in the comforter.

"What do you want from me?" she asked with a quiver in her chin.

Michael sat at the foot of the bed, affording her plenty of space between them. "Relax, Charlotte, I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to talk, that's all." His voice was calm and soothing, but she took no comfort in it.

"About what?"

"Sara."

Charlotte's eyes went wide. "What's wrong? Did something happen to her? You didn't do anything bad to her, did you?"

Michael held up a hand. "Calm down, Charlotte, nothing is wrong with Sara, she's fine." He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "I only came to offer you some advice."

Charlotte furrowed her brow, "About Sara?"

"How can I say this?" Michael cleared his throat. "It's obvious to me that you have taken to her. Her opinion of you is important to you, isn't it?"

Charlotte nodded, unsure of where this was going.

"Well, Charlotte, as I'm sure you know, Sara is older than you are...and more experienced."

"Yes," she said carefully, "I know."

"Well, when someone is experienced like Sara, and she becomes intimate with another person, she generally expects that the affections she bestows upon her lover will be reciprocated. When that doesn't happen, often she gets frustrated...resentful even, with her lover. You don't want Sara to be resentful with you, do you?"

Charlotte quickly shook her head. "Oh no, I-"

"Do you know that Sara had to sneak out of the room a couple of nights ago to, ah, relieve some of the tension that was building up inside of her?"

Charlotte turned a bright shade of red.

"It's true, and sooner or later she is going to resent the fact that she has given you so much pleasure, and you haven't given her any in return."

Charlotte shook her head again. "But she told me that it was okay, that I could take all the time I needed!"

"Of course that's what she

told

you, Charlotte, but inside she is going to get angry with you, and sooner or later you'll find that she doesn't like you anymore."

Charlotte felt tears welling up. She turned her head so he wouldn't see. "It's not true. I know Sara likes me very much."

Michael smiled warmly at her. "That's why I came here, Charlotte, to warn you. I know you like her, and she likes you too, but Sara is a grown woman, used to experienced lovers. If I were you, I'd make sure she doesn't have to make anymore secret trips out to the living room."

Charlotte nodded without turning to look at him.

Michael stood. "And Charlotte, one last thing: It's best not to tell Sara about this. If you do, she'll start asking questions, and then what will you say?"

He turned and left Charlotte alone with her thoughts.

Minutes later, Sara walked in, hair still damp from her after-workout shower. "Hey babe," she said with a wide grin, "glad to see you're up. Let's make the bed and grab some breakfast; I'm starved."

Charlotte nodded glumly and untangled herself from the comforter. She tried to keep her head down on her way to the closet to retrieve the sheet so that Sara would not see her puffy, red eyes, but she caught her by the chin as she walked by. "What's wrong?" Sara asked. "Have you been crying? Did Michael do anything to you while I was gone?"

Charlotte quickly shook her head. "No...I...I'm just a little bummed, that's all," she said, staring at her feet.

Sara lifted her chin with her finger until they were looking eye to eye. "Homesick?"

Charlotte hesitated before slowly nodding her head. Instantly she felt a stab of guilt.

Sara wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her close enough to kiss. "I know how you feel baby, but we're gonna get out of here, I promise," she whispered. "Just don't rush it, okay? Let me worry about Michael, and we'll be free before you know it."

Charlotte nodded. Despite herself, she felt a hot tear run down her cheek. She nuzzled her face next to Sara's, hoping she wouldn't see.

God she smells good,

Charlotte couldn't help but think,

her hands always feel so strong.

She lifted her head just enough to bring their lips together and kissed her, long and hard. She wrapped her hands around Sara's waist and pulled their bodies together. She felt Sara's fingers running through her long, black curls. The effect was electrifying. When they finally pulled away, Sara was giving her a sultry stare she knew only too well. "After breakfast," she said, her voice a throaty whisper, "your ass is mine."

"Promise?" Charlotte shot back with a seductive stare of her own.

Breakfast came and went, and afterward, Michael ordered them to the bathroom for their daily bath. As they readied the bathwater, Charlotte swore to herself that this time she would take charge; that she would return the pleasure Sara had been so generously giving her. But as soon as they were in the water, Sara was on her, her mouth and fingers running a dance across her body that made her tingle all over and shot her mind into a perfect orbital bliss. Before she knew it, Sara had her turned around and bent her over. To her embarrassment the cheeks of her butt were spread wide and Sara was kissing her private place...

from behind

! She hoped to god that she didn't smell, grateful that Sara had chose to take her this way while she was in the bath, but then Sara began to move her tongue in and out of her - the way a man would do with his thing, and she lost all reason. She was dimly aware of Sara's finger, sliding forward to caress the swollen nub on the outside and then she was lost, carried away on a tide of pleasure that left her exhausted and too weak in the legs to do anything other than fall back into the water and gasp for breath.

Sara giggled, that way she always did after she made love to her, and took each nipple in her mouth before planting a soft kiss on her lips that smelled of that hot place between her legs. Charlotte watched Sara climb out of the tub and towel off. She hoped and prayed that she wasn't upset at her, wasn't resentful that she had again failed to return her love. But Sara gave no sign of it, only saying, "You're not gonna lay there all day, are you?" before turning her attention to the clothes Michael laid out for them.

"Check this out," she said, reaching for a pair of men's button up dress shirts. "Looks like Michael has finally gotten over his lingerie kick. About freaking time too, I swear if I have to strap into another corset I'm going postal."

Charlotte climbed out of the tub and toweled off while Sara buttoned up one of the over-sized shirts and slipped on a pair of ankle socks. "Well, how do I look?" she asked, holding out her arms and spinning around.

Charlotte smiled, "Great! Looks a whole lot more comfortable, too."

"Hell yes," Sara agreed.

"Sara, language!" Charlotte chided.

Michael left the alone for the entire day, only stepping in briefly to bring them dinner. They watched movies, munched out on snacks and played video games, which Sara always won, but she didn't mind one bit. Before she knew it, the day was almost gone, and she hadn't made the first move on Sara. She tried, over and over, but just before she got up the nerve to lay a telling hand on her knee, Sara would crack some joke and the moment would be lost. Finally, the night was over, and Sara announced that she was ready for bed.

"Ask Michael for some wine," Charlotte said, needing some liquid courage before she wasted the entire night.

Sara shot back a wicked grin, "Why? In the mood for something?"

Charlotte felt her face get hot, "Maybe," was all she could manage.

In the bedroom, Sara uncorked the bottle and sat down next to her on the bed. Charlotte felt the warmth from the wine spreading out from her tummy to warm her toes and settle her nerves. Sara was still wearing the dress shirt, sipping her wine and looking absently about the room. Her tan legs curled up underneath her on the bed. When they first walked in, Sara had pulled a CD off the shelf and popped it into the player. She told her it was a band called

Portishead

, and the singer could sing the encyclopedia and make it sexy. After listening to the first song, Charlotte was inclined to agree. Sara threw and arm around her shoulders, but the pair sat there for a moment, content with the music and each others company.

Without warning, Sara turned and started to plant light kisses on the nape of her neck. Charlotte's skin tingled at her touch, and the place between her legs began to warm for a reason that had nothing to do with wine. When Sara began to caress the inside of her thigh, it was almost too much; she was almost swept away by the spell of pleasure that Sara so expertly wove with her mouth and fingers.

But with effort Charlotte regained her composure. She gently but firmly moved Sara's hand away from her thigh and straddled her. She looked up and was shocked into a fit of giggles by the surprised look on Sara's face. "Well well," said Sara, sharing the laugh, "are we taking charge now?"

Charlotte bit her lip to bring her giggles under control and nodded vehemently. "As a matter of fact I am," she said with an air of authority, "it's time for me to give a little back, Sara Kierson."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Charlotte tried to ignore the pounding in her chest as her nervous fingers worked the buttons of Sara's shirt. She could feel Sara smiling up at her, still sipping her wine, but she was far too anxious to meet those hazel eyes. She heard, or rather thought she heard, Sara suck in her breath as she parted the shirt to reveal firm, pear-shaped breasts. Her nipples were hard and perfectly round, and much smaller than her own saucer sized nipples that she always thought were unattractive.

She faltered, unsure of herself. She knew she wasn't Sara's first, that she had had other lovers- even other girls. She wasn't jealous or bothered at all by that, but how could she hope to compete against them? They

knew

what they were doing, but she hadn't the slightest idea. She hadn't lied, she had never touched herself

down there

before. If she didn't know how to please herself, how could she possibly hope to please Sara?

"See something you like, or are you just window shopping?" Sara quipped.

Charlotte realized that she had been blatantly staring at Sara's chest and felt her face flush a bright shade of red. "Sorry. I'm just a little nervous."

A hand went up to stroke her hair. "Don't be, Charlotte. Making love isn't about doing it right or wrong, it isn't about technique or even having a climax, it's about enjoying the touch of your lover, and having a little fun while you're at it. Touch me," Sara beckoned, "and everything else will follow."

Charlotte did as she was told, kissing Sara tenderly, enjoying the way Sara's own taste mixed with the wine, the softness of her lips, the dance of their tongues when they met. Tentative fingers caressed Sara's neck and held her jaw whiled they kissed. Gathering courage, she planted wet kisses on her neck and nibbled her earlobes, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Sara that invigorated her confidence and spurred her on.

Charlotte ran her fingernails lightly down the center of Sara's chest, followed by a trail of feather soft kisses down to her tummy as she laid down along side her. She worked up the courage to touch Sara's breasts for the first time, hesitant, careful little caresses that ran circles around each one. She watched, mesmerized, as Sara dipped her index finger in her wine glass, as Sara's finger moved from the wine glass to her nipple, as the red juice ran down the underside of her breast. She glanced up to catch Sara's face split wide with a devilish grin. "Well?" Sara teased.

Charlotte lapped up the little pool of wine at the base of Sara's breast, following the red trail up to her nipple, which stiffened even more underneath her tongue. Charlotte caught her nipple between her teeth and very gently began to nibble and suck while she teased the other between her finger and thumb. Sara moaned softly, her free hand finding the nape of Charlotte's neck.

Charlotte shifted her body laid down opposite her partner . She felt the smallest twinge of jealousy as she kissed and nibbled on Sara's stomach, envying her well toned muscles that went taut every time her lips met flesh. Charlotte continued down, her hands found the rounded curve of Sara's hips while her mouth traced the boundary of her pubic line. This close, the scent from between her legs was rich and warm and intoxicating. She could feel wetness between her own legs begin to grow. Sara brought up her knees, her legs slightly parted, and Charlotte sat up to turn her attention from Sara's tummy to her legs.

She ran her fingers up and down Sara's well-toned thighs, again feeling that slight tug of jealousy, of desperate unworthiness. How could someone like Sara, so confident, so sure of herself, so experienced, ever find a simple church girl like herself desirable? Wouldn't she much rather have someone athletic, someone experienced? Sara seemed to sense her unease. Her hand came up and caressed her back, coming to rest with a firm grip on her hip. "You're doing great," was all she said, but Charlotte couldn't help but smile like an idiot under the Sara's intoxicating gaze.

Before she even was aware of it, her fingers strayed down just a little too far, and brushed against the soft mound of Sara's private place. Sara moaned, her legs parting to accommodate her even more. Charlotte's fingers then acted of their own accord, and gently parted those

other

lips, and she was shocked by how wet she was, by the way her hips arched and rocked against her hand. For the first time, Charlotte experienced the thrill of watching another person writhe with pleasure from her touch. For the first time, she sensed the control she could exert by her finger or mouth, and most importantly, saw the hunger, the need, in Sara's eyes; a need that could only be satisfied by her.

"That's it, love," Sara purred.

Sara's legs were now parted wide, with one leg casually draped across Charlotte's body. Charlotte began to slide her fingers up and down between those red, swollen lips, almost effortlessly because of Sara's wetness and the steady rocking of her hips. She went slowly, concentrating, not wanting to make a mistake or scratch her with a nail. But the motion of Sara's hips intensified, her brow furrowed with pleasure, and a sheen of sweat appeared above her upper lip. Sara's hands sought out Charlotte's free one and brought it to her breast. Charlotte sped up, just a little, anxious that she was going to slow, but afraid of going to fast and messing up. Her heart was pounding in her chest, yet she could feel a different sort of throbbing between her own legs, and hoped that after she was done, Sara would want to touch her as well.

As the seconds ticked by and turned to minutes, Charlotte's nervousness began to wane as her confidence began to rise. Sara's entire body was in motion now, even her toes curled every time she touched that swollen little bud at the edge of Sara's privates. Her fingers slid down; she hadn't worked up the courage yet to actually put them inside her, but she desperately wanted to. Her fingers circled and then penetrated that entrance, just a little bit, but Sara quickly shook her head.

"No...not yet love. I'm so close...up, up just a little- oh god yes that's it!" Sara practically screamed as Charlotte drew her fingers up and began to stroke that spot that gave Sara so much pleasure. "Don't stop!" Sara begged as her hips thrust over and over against her hand. All of a sudden, Sara's face and chest flushed with color. Her body lifted from the bed so that only her feet and shoulders touched. "Oh god, Yes!" she screamed in pleasure as Charlotte desperately tried to keep up with the rocking of her hips.