Sara's Story

[This is the final installment of this story. I hope you all have enjoyed reading about Sara, Charlotte and Michael as much as I have enjoyed writing about them.

As always, I'd like to thank Inkstaine for her patient and faithful editing. I couldn't do it with you!

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Tuesday Evening...

Sara undressed in front of the bathroom mirror. She watched, a mere spectator, as her hands worked the buttons of her shirt and let it drop to the floor. Her eyes considered her naked form. Not bad, she thought, for a twenty-eight year old, but certainly a long way from seventeen. She took the wineglass from the counter and drank. The glass trembled in her hand as she sat it back down, empty. In the bedroom just beyond the closed doors, she could hear the catchy beat of a

def cab

tune; Charlotte was waiting for her. Sara absently reached for the glass again, remembered it was empty, and set it back down. Her gaze went from her body, then to the brown paper bag sitting on the counter top, and then to Michael.

The conversation had been brief enough.

"Today's the day," he announced, interrupting her morning workout.

"For?" Sara asked as she stepped off the exercise bike and wiped the sweat from her brow with a towel. He handed her a paper bag. She took it and peeked inside. "I don't think so," she said, her lip curled into a frown.

"I do."

"There are other ways to do this," Sara began, but Michael cut her off before she could continue. "I know, but this is what I want."

"Why is it always about penetration with men?"

"Do you want to go home?" he shot back. Sara returned his stare, and for a moment their eyes locked in some unspoken contest. Finally, she faltered and looked away.

Michael let out a sigh. "This is it, Sara. The last thing I will ever ask you to do. Once it's over, I'll take you home and you can get on with your life."

She looked back up at him then, the glint of fire in her hazel eyes. "You think it's going to be that easy? That Charlotte and I can just go on like this never happened? Things will never be the same for us. Not for me, but especially not for her." She felt hot tears at the corners of her eyes and looked away.

Michael began to chuckle. She spun on her heel, furious, but when he saw her the indignant expression on her face, he erupted into full blown laughter.

"What's so fucking funny?"

"C'mon Sara, seriously," he said with some effort. "She wants you to be her first. She was practically

begging

you for it last night. You are the one that is holding back, not her. What are you afraid of?"

"You're making a spectacle of it." A flimsy reply, she knew.

"You are head over heels for her."

"That's beside the...I am not!" Sara folded her arms across her chest.

"You're such a terrible liar, Sara. Just admit it. You like Charlotte...she virtually worships you. What the hell are you waiting for?"

"I...I..."

"Tonight," he said, and left. She slammed her fist into the punching bag, cursing her slow tongue.

Sara spilled the contents of the bag onto the counter: A blue paisley strap-on harness, a red vibrator made for two, and a tube of lubricant. Everything was high quality, the best that money could buy. Bastard he may be, but Michael spared no expense.

She had waited until after dinner to tell Charlotte. They were sitting on couch. Charlotte's legs were thrown over Sara's lap, and she had her hand between Charlotte's thighs. "But I thought you already did that?" Charlotte replied when she told her what Michael wanted them to do tonight. In retrospect, Sara thought, she shouldn't have been surprised that Charlotte had never seen a vibrator before.

"No, Charlotte...I mean, yeah, that was your first time, but that wasn't going, you know, all the way."

Charlotte gave her a wry half-smile, "Girls can't go

all the way

, Sara. I know that much, sheez."

Then Sara showed her the contents of the brown paper bag and she did exactly what Sara did the first time she saw a strap-on: erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Sara couldn't help but laugh with her; it was infectious. When she finally recovered her composure, her eyes settled upon the vibrator in Sara's hand. "It looks kinda weird. Does he have anything smaller?"

A smile crossed Sara's face when she realized what was puzzling her. "It's made for two, Charlotte."

"Huh?"

Sara held up the harness. "I'm supposed to wear this. The vibrator fits inside...right there." She pointed to the opening, and then to the short end of the vibrator. "See how it's a little offset? This end goes inside me. With the other end...well, that's for you."

Charlotte turned the dildo over in her hands. "So we will be feeling pleasure together...at the same time?"

Sara nodded with a smile.

"And it vibrates?"

Sara thumbed the remote, turning it to the highest setting.

"Ah!' Charlotte gasped as she dropped it in her lap and burst out laughing at herself. "Don't do that!," she cried, and gave Sara a playful shove.

Sara found herself staring at Charlotte in amazement. A few days ago, the girl was convinced that if someone saw her naked she would burn in hell. Now she was enthralled with the latest in sex toy technology. She never would have guessed that the timid girl crying on her shoulder the first night would now be her lover, or that her own feelings for her would grow so quickly.

"Charlotte," she said, "are you sure you want to do this?"

Charlotte answered by throwing her arms around her and kissing her. "I want you," she said when she finished. "I want you to be my first. I don't care who is watching or who knows, as long as it's with you."

In the bathroom, Sara took the vibrator and fitted it to the harness. As she stepped into the harness and methodically fastened the straps, she couldn't help but shake her head. Michael knew her too damn well. The first time she'd seen a strap-on was watching porn with her first girlfriend, Maggie. They gave each other a look, and the next day they were taking turns fucking each other with it. After Maggie, every girl she could get in the sack got a taste of it, the power trip was as addictive as crack. She didn't even care if she got off, so long as she got to watch the girl writhing in passion to the steady thrust of her hips. She never guessed that this is what Michael had in mind, but now it seemed perfectly obvious. Of course he'd want to watch this, it's always about penetration with men. Not that she could argue with that one particular gendered obsession.

Sara rubbed the small end of the vibrator with a little bit of lubricant and carefully guided it inside. She tightened the straps, making sure it was secure, and took one last look at herself in the mirror. Despite the erect red vibrator jutting up from between her legs like one of the Queen's men, she looked good. Sara opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. For the second time today, Charlotte burst into a fit of laughter. Somewhere in the back of Sara's mind, she wondered if all men felt this awkward when they walked around in front of their girls with their cocks all stiff and swaying.

When Charlotte emerged from underneath the sheet, her face still bright red from laughter, Sara was standing at the end of the bed with her hands on her hips. Charlotte tried to stifle her giggles, but a chuckle or two managed to escape before she could get herself under control.

"Laugh it up while you can, little girl."

Charlotte made a mock frown, "Aww, did I make you mad?"

Sara beckoned Charlotte forward with a finger. There was no hint of humor in her eyes, but a hungry little smile danced across her lips. Charlotte lost all whimsy, crawling across the bed and sitting at the end. Looking down into the doe-like eyes of her lover Sara felt the familiar stirring between her legs. The vibrator was just inches from the girl's chin. Sara traced the curve of Charlotte's lip with her finger. "Kiss it," she said.

Charlotte gave her a quizzical look. "But why?"

"Because I told you to."

Charlotte nodded and leaned forward. Her black curls covered Sara's lap, but Sara could feel the vibrator move inside her when Charlotte took hold of it, felt the pressure against the wall of her vagina as Charlotte's lips closed around the red shaft. Sara let out a small gasp. She filled her hands with Charlotte's hair and pressed the girl's face down into her. Charlotte wrapped her arms around Sara's waist and squeezed her ass with both hands. When Charlotte looked up, Sara could see the desire in her gaze. She couldn't wait to feel her legs wrapped around her own, watch her squirm and gasp with each thrust of her hips.

"Lie down," Sara commanded, "I want to look at you."

Charlotte did as she was told, and stretched out on the sheets. "Good," Sara said, "you are so beautiful, Charlotte. I can't wait to make you mine. Now show me everything." Charlotte smiled wide and giggled, causing her breasts to sway seductively. Then she brought her knees up and spread her legs, giving Sara a full view of her most intimate place. "I hope you like what you see, Sara," she whispered.

Sara sat next to her, her hands running up and down Charlotte's inner thigh. "I do. I like it very much, and I want it to be mine."

Charlotte's smile faded to a small, playful frown. "It already is."

Sara began to kiss Charlotte's belly. She could feel the quivering tension of her lover, the nervous anticipation that was building up inside her. As her kisses traveled upward and began to climb her soft breasts, Sara could feel the beating of her heart, a heartbeat that quickened when she took the girl's nipple into her mouth and began to suck. Charlotte groaned. Her legs went completely limp and splayed open on the bed, inviting Sara's searching hand.

All of a sudden Sara gave a sharp gasp as the vibrator inside of her came to life. She looked up and saw the remote in Charlotte's hand. "How'd you get that?" she growled.

Charlotte flashed a devilish grin. "I saw it in your corset and took it when you weren't looking."

"Gimmie that you little thief!" Sara replied reaching for the tiny remote, but it disappeared into Charlotte's clenched fist.

"Nope! This is mine," she said with a telling smile. "I can't touch you with that thing in the way, but now I can pleasure you just the same."

Sara buried her face in Charlotte's ample breasts while the vibrator hummed quietly inside her. She had to give Michael credit, he obviously did his research. The vibrator was small, but it positioned so that neither the inside nor the outside of her privates could escape its constant, tortuously steady hum. Her face began to flush as desire slowly gave way to lust. She planted soft, wet kisses across Charlotte's chest, then her neck, before nibbling on the tender skin of her ear. Their legs intertwined; Sara brought her thigh up and began to rock back and forth against Charlotte's vulva. She moaned, arching her back as Sara wrapped her arms around her and brought her up to tease her breasts again with tongue and teeth.

Sara laid Charlotte back down on the pillows, stringing kisses down her stomach, drawing a narrow line around her bellybutton with her tongue before continuing down to her hips and thighs. Charlotte groaned and rocked her hips, but when Sara's lips drew in the moist flesh of her labia, she reached down and caught her chin. "No, Sara, not this time," she begged.

"But I want to," Sara pleaded between kisses.

"And I want you up here with me, not down

there

. Please?"

"But how am I going to-"

"Fingers?" Charlotte offered.

Sara flashed an accusatory smile as she moved up and laid across Charlotte's side, propping herself up on an elbow. "You've turned into such a naughty little girl, Charlotte. What's papa going to think when he finds out you've become a lesbian?" Her fingers lightly traced the outline of her vulva, eliciting a sharp gasp.

Charlotte turned her head and gently nuzzled Sara's strong shoulder. "But I'm not a lesbian," she whispered to her lover.

"Oh you're not? I think the facts speak otherwise," Sara teased. Her fingers slipped in between Charlotte's labia. She was shocked at how wet the girl was, but she could also feel the wetness between her own legs as the vibrator continued its relentless work.

"No," Charlotte smiled up at her, her face perfectly framed by dark curls. "A lesbian is a girl who likes other girls. I don't like other girls, Sara, I like you."

Sara couldn't help but smile. "You do realize I am a girl, right?"

As if in response, Charlotte took Sara's breast in her hand and squeezed. "Yes, I realize that, but it's different. I love you. If you left me, I wouldn't want another girl, I'd just want you. So I'm not a lesbian, I'm just a girl who is in love with someone who just happens to be another girl." Sara's finger found the swollen nub of Charlotte's clitoris, and she began to tease it with light, fast caresses. It didn't take long. Seconds later Charlotte arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut in a grimace of pleasure. Her hand desperately searched for Sara's, and upon finding it, held it tightly. Charlotte was perfectly silent in her climax, but her body betrayed the intensity of her pleasure. Sara watched, mesmerized, as her entire body quaked with each stroke of her finger.

Then, to Sara's surprise, Charlotte slid her hand underneath her side and pulled Sara close and then on top of her. Sara let Charlotte guide her body, reveling in the feel of Charlotte's soft flesh underneath her own, intoxicated by the quick, nervous breaths she felt on her neck. Yet as anxious as her lover was, she was far from timid. Charlotte wrapped her legs around Sara's waist and hooked her feet, pressing their bodies close. For a long time, Sara was content to kiss and caress her lover, stringing kisses across the line of her jaw, her neck and earlobes. She sucked in her lips, and nibbled her chin and ran her hands up and down her sides. "Are you comfortable?" she asked hesitantly.

Charlotte nodded, "I like the feel of your weight on me, I love being underneath you, Sara."

Sara's eyes narrowed. "Are you saying I'm fat?"

Charlotte burst into a fit of giggles, "Oh shut-up!"

Sara kissed her again, long and hard. "Are you ready?"

Charlotte nodded with a smile and a kiss of her own.

Sara reached down, between their legs, and positioned the vibrator. She couldn't help but notice how relaxed Charlotte's body was, remembering her first time; how her legs locked up like a vice when he first tried to put it in her. She just hoped that she wouldn't be as clumsy; at least he could feel what he was doing. She drew the tip of the vibrating head up and down Charlotte's privates before carefully resting it at the entrance of her vagina. She held her hips steady, hoping the damn thing wouldn't slip out of place before she was ready. She looked at Charlotte, and found her looking in her eyes, chewing her lip in expectation. Then she felt the steady throb of the vibrator increase in intensity, and Charlotte's expression changed from nervousness to mischief.

"You're making it awfully hard to concentrate," Sara gasped.

Charlotte only shrugged, "I want you enjoy this, too."

"I am," she replied, taking Charlotte's head in her hands and kissing her.

"You know what I mean," she whispered, looking up at her with those large, intoxicating eyes so innocent and at the same time so seductive.

Sara looked down at Charlotte and held her gaze. She gently arched her hips, and Charlotte gave a plaintive little cry and wrapped her arms around Sara, squeezing her tightly. She pushed harder, and felt the resistance give way as the vibrator slid deeper into her lover. Charlotte cried out and buried her face into Sara's shoulder. "Do you want me to stop?"

Charlotte shook her head fiercely. "No," she whispered, "keep going..." Sara began to thrust, slowly, carefully. Each time Charlotte grimaced. Sara couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain, but knew from experience that it was both. She also felt her own pleasure growing, more now from watching Charlotte then from the device inside her. She started to speed up, thrusting deeper and faster. Charlotte's hands went to Sara's lower back, her hips began to rock and grind in unison with her lover. She looked up and opened her eyes, and Sara caught her breath; tears were streaming down Charlotte's face, but the look in her eyes was pure adoration.

Then she closed her eyes and her head rolled back as her entire body went rigid. "Oh god, Sara, please don't stop. I'm coming...I'm coming for you." And then Sara to was lost, swept away in the pleasure of the moment. Their bodies became one, flesh intertwined, minds lost in a tangle of searching fingers, thrusting hips and eager, hungry mouths.

At last, Sara rolled off her lover and stared at the ceiling, her breath coming in ragged gulps. But she was given no respite. Charlotte was on her, tearing the corset off her and not-too-gently removing the vibrator. Sara tried in vain to stop her, but before she could react, Charlotte's face was between her legs, lost somewhere underneath a unruly mop of black hair. Then Sara let out a long, contented sigh, put her hands behind her head and contented herself with her lover's agile tongue. Her eyes strayed, just for a moment, to the red stain on the sheets. She hoped, in all earnestness, that she could reciprocate all the affection, all the love that Charlotte had for her. She then closed her eyes, and let the pleasure take her.

An hour later Charlotte was sleeping soundly on her shoulder. As Sara drifted off, she wondered what the next day would bring. When would Michael release them? Would he keep his word, or, she dreaded to think, kill them? She let the thought slip from her mind. Michael may be a lot of things, but she didn't think he was a killer. He just didn't have it in him. Then her mind began to wander to more pressing problems. What happens now? Would Charlotte go back home and forget about her? If she did, wouldn't it be better just to let her? Did she really love her, or was it just the pressure, the uncertainty of the moment that made Charlotte feel the way she did?

These are the questions that were on Sara's mind in the quiet of the night. But sleep finally took her; the heavy sleep that comes after a night of good lovemaking. And then, after that, the death-like sleep of the medically sedated.

Two months later...

Sara rounded the corner to her street, and slowed from a jog to a fast walk. Even though it was a cool morning, she was dripping sweat. She looked up at the bright sun and a wide smile spread across her face. The sun looked damn good after so long in Michael's dungeon. She turned from the street to the little sidewalk that led up to her front door and stopped dead. On the porch, resting against the door, was a small package wrapped in brown paper. She looked up and down her street, but saw no one. She stepped up onto the porch and picked up the little package, turning it over in her hand.

She took another look around. The cops stopped coming by a month ago. A reporter or two had come slinking around, looking for a story, but she sent them all away; they weren't getting a damn thing from her. Then the men from Charlotte's old church started. First to see Charlotte, but when that failed, to see her. That didn't last past the first visit.

"

No, I'm not interested in a church membership

"

"Miss Kierson, you and Sister Roy have been through so much. Please reconsider. Pastor Roy has expressed his willingness to forgive any...lapses in judgment

.

You owe it to yourself and Sister Roy to seek spiritual healing after the trauma you both endured."