Chapter 15
JACKIE
Lesson number two amounted to learning that as women, we could all have multiple orgasms in one night, even in one session.
I lost count. Tongues. Fingers. Lips. We even ventured into toys.
Sarah got me off in spectacular fashion with a g-spot vibrator that had me drenching her sheets and hand, whimpering out her name.
Calling out for this beautiful, fiery-haired vixen had become a favorite part of our physical pursuits.
We were currently showering together, washing all the delicious stickiness off each other, but also landing soft touches and kisses here and there.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your titties? God, they’re so full and soft and make my mouth water all the fucking time.
And that damn lavender top you wore to skydiving showed them off beautifully.
When you sent me that picture, my brain practically scrambled.
” Sarah proceeded to suck each one as deeply in her mouth as she could, beyond cupping them with both hands like a ball.
I’d never felt any sensation like it. I had sensitive nipples and could come just from that, but this feeling was different.
It made me feel wild and erotic and feral.
My moans bounced off the tiles of her walk-in shower while I gripped her hair, pushing her face further into my chest. She pulled back, popping her lips, and looked at me curiously.
“Have you ever had anyone play with your ass, Jackie baby?”
“N-No, but I’m definitely open to it.”
Sarah used the creamy wetness between my pussy lips to lubricate her middle finger.
“If you don’t like it, just say so, and I’ll stop.” I nodded briskly.
She reached around, causing our bodies to be flush with one another, and slowly breached my back hole. She was extremely gentle and patient with me. A tinge of pain hit me, but as she sank in further, I succumbed to the pleasure of it.
“Please, more,” I begged.
“I love it when you beg. Such a good girl. But you have to use your words.”
“Deeper, faster. Fuck my ass.”
With that, Sarah became the feral one. She slammed her mouth to mine, penetrating a space that nobody else had. My panting breaths became heavier, and I was on the brink of another orgasm. She must have sensed it, because she pulled out and ordered me to turn around.
“Face the wall and bend over, love. Brace yourself.”
And with that, she spread my supple, round cheeks and fucked my asshole with her skilled tongue, driving me mad.
Forcing me to that same brink as before.
In seconds, I was nearly blacking out, seeing stars from the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.
I never knew that was such an erogenous zone. Shit.
Slowly descending back into the present, I turned around and sat on the bench in her shower to calm myself and slow my erratic heart rate.
Sarah leaned forward and laid a soft peck on that space between my neck and shoulder, causing that pesky organ in my chest to skip a beat.
Thanks to the shower water, she wouldn’t be able to see the moisture building in my eyes.
My head wasn’t ready to fall again, but my heart hadn’t gotten the memo.
“Stay the night,” Sarah pleaded, and no way could I turn that down, so I just nodded at her.
“I’ll have to go home and get my insulin, though.”
“No worries, I’ll drive us.”
I unlocked the door to Steph’s and my apartment and was startled to see her sitting on the couch so late at night. She wore a frown on her face, disapproval noted in her look.
“Jackie, where have you been?”
“Hey, Mom. I was out with Sarah. I just came home to gather a few things, and I’m heading back to her place.”
“I was just worried about you. I hadn’t heard from you in hours.
And what’s going on between you two, anyway?
Y’all got cozy quickly. There something you wanna tell me?
” This time her look said, “You know you can tell me anything.” Suddenly I felt guilty for hiding what Sarah and I had going on.
But I had no idea how to frame it. I wasn’t out—not that it was a big deal—but what we had was just fun, right?
We had a mutual agreement that this was just a good time.
“I… have to go, Steph. We’ll talk, I promise.” And with that, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and packed my medication and some overnight items then padded out the front door to Sarah’s idling car in the parking lot.
Silence engulfed the cabin of the car the whole drive back. This time, Sarah took my hand and squeezed it lightly.
“Everything okay, love?” she asked me softly.
“It’s just that I haven’t mentioned anything about our…situation, to my sister. She’s my best friend, and I’m keeping this huge life change from her. The guilt overwhelms me sometimes.” I hung my head then leaned it back against the headrest, blowing out a heavy sigh.
“I have no problem with you telling her, but you have to do it in your own time when you’re comfortable.
She’ll love you regardless, as will your parents.
They’re amazing people. If you can’t handle the burden of the secrets, let it out.
Just know I’d never pressure you.” She looked at me so tenderly and continued steering down the city streets until we approached her building and entered the parking garage.
We proceeded with our nightly routines once we were settled in her loft and got tucked into bed.
I was the little spoon to her big one. Feeling cherished and comforted.
I latched onto her hands as they wrapped around my pudgy stomach.
My lips curled into a satisfied smile, and I promptly drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I awoke a little groggy, but feeling content.
I stretched my limbs, noting all kinds of soreness, and extended my hand to feel for the body next to mine only to find the bed empty and the sheets cold.
I sat up and grabbed my shirt off the chair in the corner of the bedroom.
Running my hands through my short, slightly tangled locks, I plodded into the open living space to see Sarah sitting cross-legged on a yoga mat in a meditative state.
The early morning sunrise sent light streaming through her myriad windows and spotlighting her sumptuous figure in pose.
I stood against the frame of the door and admired her beauty.
The countless freckles I’d traced my lips and tongue over.
The mane of coppery hair I loved running my hands through.
The skin exposed by her outfit that I knew would be soft and give under the pressure of my grip.
But it wasn’t just the sex. Sarah was there for me.
She was kind and funny, and her vibrant personality was like a bull in a china shop, but in the best of ways.
Spending time with her had done exactly what I’d hoped.
I could feel the veil of isolation and my loner ways being lifted to reveal what had always been hidden during my marriage to Timothy.
“Good morning, love. Care to join me?” she asks in a soothing tone to match the relaxation curated by her meditation app. She paused the tones emitting from her phone and looked up at me softly. I ambled in her direction and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.
“I’d love to, but I need to get home soon.
I have some project inquiries I need to respond to, and I have to wrap my head around the inevitable conversation that needs to happen with my family about us.
” I reached out my palm, guiding her up into a standing position from the yoga mat.
Sarah wrapped her arms around me, and we didn’t move for several minutes.
“I have a confession, love.” She brings her crystal-blue gaze up to mine, shining with a new emotion I was afraid to read.
“I’m listening.”
“I-I want to be with you. Really be with you. I haven’t committed to any one person in years, but any time I hazard to think about anyone but you, nobody compares.” She radiated vulnerability, and I felt like an idiot for misreading this.
“Sarah, I—I can’t. I’ve only been divorced for a little over a year, and I’m still working through all that. I thought we were just having fun, right?” Her face fell immediately, and her energy shifted.
“And I told you I wasn’t some experiment for your sexual exploration.
Yes, it was fun, but it was fun and feelings.
The two were not mutually exclusive for me.
” She didn’t even pause to let me get a word in edgewise before she restarted the melodic tones of the app on her phone.
I realized I’d just fucked up everything we’d worked toward.
Any chance of maintaining our reunited friendship was up in flames, and I was to blame.
“You can see yourself out.”