Dorsai - Jan

After she'd leaned back to rest against my legs, she told me "I really did enjoy making love with you – a lot. I mean, not only were you real patient and gentle with me, but you tried real hard to make it easy for me, and to make sure that I felt good about it, too. I've never had orgasms like what I did with you; I mean, I've, uh, masturbated and everything, and even had some small orgasms -but now I know they were small ones, because they were nothing like what I felt with you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, and felt so good about it. It's nice to know that my trying to make it a good time for you worked."

"Oh, it was a good time, all right! Except there at the end; and I guess I can forgive you for that. What really made me relax about all of it, though, was that YOU were so relaxed about it. I mean, when you put your tongue in me that first time, I was really nervous that I would taste bad to you or something, but you just acted like there wasn't anything wrong, and did it again – and again and again and again! It felt*wonderful*, what you were doing to me; and then when I, uh, tasted myself on you, you just acted like that was perfectly fine, too – and even talked with me about it a little, to let me know it was okay. It really surprised me when you drank out of the same bottle of water I did after I used my mouth on you, but then I realized that if you were okay with me kissing you after you used your mouth on me, you probably weren't going to be too fussy about just drinking from a bottle after I'd done the same thing to you. And when you did that, it just made me realize that you really were relaxed with all of this, and that you really do just want to make whoever you're with happy."

I smiled at her, and she went on "There were a couple of times there that I was kind of embarrassed about wanting you to do anything, but you just acted like everything I wanted was perfectly normal, and didn't make any fuss about any of it – you just did what I wanted, and made me*deliriously* happy in the process. That last time, it felt *really* good to have you making love to me like that, but it wasn't quite enough – until you started pressing against my, uh, clitoris. When you did that, it really got me going, and when you started doing something different, I couldn't help but tell you what I wanted; and you did it -

BOY! did you did it! Every time you went into me, and hit my clit, it was like little sparks were flying off it, into my, uh, insides, making me hotter and wetter. I was almost there when I felt you push into me those last couple of times, and I thought I was going to miss out – it would have been okay, because of how much you did for me before – but when I felt you starting to shoot inside me, I could feel it, and it just pushed me over the edge, REAL hard. Uh, did I kinda hurt your back?

With my fingernails, I mean?"

"I felt you dig into me, but you didn't actually break the skin or scratch me or anything."

She seemed relieved, and said "Oh, good. I couldn't help it then, and I was kind of worried that I'd hurt you or something; that was part of what made me so upset when you fell asleep so long. Uh, while you were asleep, I worried about you, but after a while, I realized that you were just asleep, and I got a washcloth and cleaned you up before I went into the bathroom, and cleaned myself up a little, too. Both of us were kinda sticky, and pretty smelly, and it seemed like a good idea."

"Yeah, I noticed what you did – thanks. I'll return the favor, some day, if you'll let me."

"Oh, I'll let you – and 'some day' won't be long, if I have any choice about it!", she responded.

After that, we were content to sit there, just enjoying each other's company until we finished our drinks. When we had, it was Candice that said "I'd still like to take a shower, if that's okay."

I looked at her in surprise, and said "Of course! I only have two questions for you, though."

She got a suspicious look on her face, and carefully asked "What questions?"

"Do you want company for it, or not? And if so, when?"

She smiled in relief, and answered "Company would be welcome – in about 5 minutes; I've got some, uh, personal business to take care of, first."

"Six minutes, it is, then."

She smiled, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before getting up and heading into the bathroom.

To give her time to tend to her ablutions, I quickly changed the sheets on the bed – then disposed of our empty water bottles and took the rest back to the kitchen, putting them back in the fridge. By the time I got back to the bedroom, it was just over the promised six minutes – but I still knocked at the door before going in. I heard her call out that it was okay, and opened the door to the sound of the shower – and a room full of steam. I made my way to the toilet, and quickly drained off surplus fluids, then flushing it – before going over to open the shower door and being thoroughly engulfed by the sudden release of humidity.

Exaggerating only slightly, I eased my way into it, my hands extended before me as though trying to find my way. What I found instead was an armful of wet, soap-slick, fun girl. We spent the next twenty minutes 'helping' each other clean off – though teasing, arousing, and generally getting in each other's way in erotic ways would be more like it: after I'd washed off my penis, she kept the water off it – by holding it for me. With her mouth.

As she tried to shampoo her hair, I 'helped' by rinsing off her back, squeegee the water (where it hit her from the shower head – 'helping' didn't have a darn thing to do with good sense) down to her butt, and past it. In doing so, I managed to run my fingers across her anus a couple of times (okay, several). After about the umpteenth time I did it, she finally told me "Look, that feels really good, but if you keep doing it, one or both of us is going to need a shower to clean up from the shower! Besides, Jan and Kelly will be back before long, and I want to be ready for them." So I left her butt alone. Mostly. Sort of.

When we were satisfied that we were as clean as we were going to get, Candice shut off the shower, and I opened the door to grab us a couple of towels. The helping continued, but wasn't as much fun – the damn towels kept getting in the way. Ultimately, we found ourselves clean, and dry – and then back in the den, where we shared the couch as we talked about any number of things, large and small, as we waited for Kelly and Jan to return.

After perhaps three-quarters of an hour, we heard the sound of a car pulling up, and then entering the garage. A couple minutes later, the door opened, and my two greatest loves came in to find us still sitting on the couch, where they'd left us.

Jan looked at us, and asked "Did you two even move?"

Candice got a shit-eating grin on her face, and Kelly answered her "Oh, yeah, they moved. Just look at her. If they'd moved any more, we'd have to pry her off the ceiling!", with a laugh. The two of them set their books down, and moved over to join us, undressing as they went. It was perfectly normal for them when they were in my house – both were comfortable being nude around me, and neither much cared for wearing clothes when skin was so much more comfortable – and friendly. As they got closer, they noticed the bruise on Candice's shoulder. Slightly alarmed, they looked over at me – and found the one I had on my neck; teeth marks, and all.

They quickly found seats, and Kelly looked at Candice. Candice answered the implied question by saying "Uh, we kinda got a little carried away there, for a bit." Then, defensively, said "He bit me first!"

Kelly turned to look at me, trying not to smile at Candice's last statement. I simply said "I got a little 'enthusiastic'."

Kelly turned to Jan, and said "'carried away', she says."