"Oh, yeah," Sarah groaned.
I was surprised when it felt like she shivered with joy along the length of my member. This was a new trick. The little vixen had been holding out on me. Sarah had muscles in the right places and it felt like she began to grip and release me. As she milked my shaft, I held her hips tight and concentrated on not losing it.
“Stop for a second,” I ordered her. “Or this is going to be over before either of us wants it to be.”
She looked back at me and smiled. There was a glint in her eye that said ‘game on.’
“You like that.”
“Yes, I love that. I’m just disappointed I’m just now finding out about your little talent. We’ve wasted a full week,” I complained.
I felt the urgent feeling subside and I began to move gently at first, but quickly picked up speed. Sarah whimpered at every one of my thrusts, her breath turned into panting as I moved. The feel of her gripping my shaft was unbelievable.
"How does it feel?" Sasha asked Sarah.
"Wonderful," Sarah shared. "He’s so deep!"
I clenched my butt and furiously thrust in and out of Sarah. I reached around and toyed with her nipples.
"Oh, Sexy, you’re amazing," she said.
I was losing my rhythm as I stuffed my member into her over and over. Sasha used her fingers to copy our every thrust. Her other hand pulled on her engorged nipples. She made grunting noises to match Sarah’s desperate whimpers.
"Yes, Yes, Yes!" I started to chant.
Sarah’s body shivered under my onslaught. Her arousal smelled wonderful as I leaned forward and kissed her in between her shoulder blades. She was working overtime, as she tried to bring me off. It took every bit of my willpower to keep from accommodating her.
“Move, Sasha,” I warned her, as I picked up Sarah and lay her on her back on the edge of the bed.
I lifted and spread her thighs and took her with my feet planted on the floor for better leverage.
We got a good cadence going and her whimpers turned to groans of pleasure.
"God, David, I love it! Do me, do me harder!" she implored me.
I clenched my butt cheeks and worked her with a purpose. I felt my abs begin to burn. I felt Sasha behind me, guiding my hips as she rubbed her breasts against my back.
I grunted and knew there was no stopping it this time. I jerked out, pulled off the condom, and came hard. Sarah was in the middle of her own orgasm. Sasha giggled and went and got us a towel to clean up with.
"Oh man, that was good!" Sarah moaned.
“Yes, and now it’s my turn,” Sasha said. She rolled me onto my back and put a new condom on.
Sarah and I watched as Sasha straddled my hips and her lower lips seemed to swallow my member. I just lay back and let her drive. Sarah cuddled up next to me and put her head on my shoulder so she could watch.
We both watched as Sasha rode me to a couple of orgasms of her own. After the second one, she collapsed on my chest and stopped moving. I was close, so I took over.
The pleasure overtook me as I was bucking up under her. I slammed up tight against her and I felt the familiar rush. Sasha rolled off me and Sarah took care of the condom. I drifted off as the two of them talked quietly, snuggled up against me.
FROM THAT DAY FORWARD, my remaining time in New York was fully booked up. I would work out, eat breakfast with Kat, shower with Kat, re-shower after Kat left, and then I would have two shoots a day, most times with one or more of the girls. When we got home in the evening, we would all go out to dinner and then to a dance club until midnight or so. Then one of them would spend the night with me. I never figured out how they decided, but each one of them was special.
During that time, I got to know Tiffany better, and found I liked her. She was named my agent before I went home.
Those two weeks were exactly what I needed to get over the loss of Tami. The last morning before I left for home, I realized I hadn’t even thought about Tami for two days.
Saturday August 2
I WOKE OLIVIA AND COURTNEY and sent them off to finish packing. Tiffany had another group of newbies arriving on Sunday. I took a shower and then started bringing bags downstairs. I had promised the girls I would help them. Kat and Sasha were the first to leave. Their flight was early, so I got them situated in the entryway and said goodbye.
The driver came and got their bags as we hugged and kissed. I knew Kat had halfway fallen for me, and Sasha had to pull her off me so they could leave. I would miss them both.
Sarah and I were taking the same flight back. I had upgraded us to first class because I was not going through the same fun that was my flight to New York. I got our bags ready and went looking for Courtney and Olivia to say goodbye. Olivia’s brother would pick them up around lunchtime.
Sarah and I made it to the airport and checked our bags in. We timed it just right so we boarded about ten minutes after we got to the gate and we settled in for the flight.
Shortly after takeoff, Sarah floored me.
“Do you know Missy Stone?” she asked me.
My eyes got big and I looked at her in disbelief.
“I thought so. Are you her David?” she asked.
“I guess I am,” I answered.
“Did you know she and I room together at Wesleyan?”
I sucked in my breath, held it for a moment, and slowly let it out. How had I missed this? It was obvious, now that she’d said it. I really was a ‘stupid boy’ sometimes.
“No, I had no idea,” I said, and then asked the question that jumped to the front of my brain. “Is this going to be a problem?”
“I don’t think so. She said you two weren’t going out, but you were a great guy and she wished you went to school with us. Are you really planning on going to college together?”
“I don’t know. Tami was leading that up, and you know how that went,” I told her.
I had probably shared waaayyy more than I should have because I didn’t know if Sarah would ever meet Tami. I realized another lesson: never assume something won’t get back to the person you are talking about. Greg had taught me better, and I was more than a little embarrassed.
“I put together who she is a couple of days ago. If it’s the same Trevor I’m thinking of, she won’t be dating him much past a summer fling.”
It sounded like she knew more than she was telling.
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Trevor’s a trust-fund baby. His parents won’t allow it to go on for long. He has to marry the right girl, after all. The old-money set like to play, but they’ll never allow a long-term relationship outside their class.”
“Crud, that sucks. I hope he doesn’t hurt her,” I said, meaning it.
“More than likely, she’ll hurt him. Tami’s a smart girl. She’ll figure this out, so don’t worry about her.”
“Sarah, could you do me a real favor? If it looks like he’s going to hurt her, can you clue her in? I’d hate to see her blindsided.”
She chuckled.
“I’d be more than happy to.”
I then got to thinking about what she had told me earlier. She had a friend when she first got to boarding school. I was wondering if I knew her.
“Who was your first friend at school?” I asked.
“Liz Towson. Why, do you know her?” she asked.
She was one of the two girls Jennie’s mom had sent to seduce me in the limo ride to their house. She was a piece of work. I chuckled.
“In fact, I do know Lizzie. She’s a persistent flirt, I’ll give her that.”
“That she is,” she answered, and then had a question of her own. “Since we’re so close, were you planning on letting me see you again?” she asked.
“Oh God, you better!” I exclaimed.
I reached over and took her hand to reassure her. We talked about everything and nothing the rest of the flight.
I MET SARAH’S PARENTS at baggage claim. I went outside and found Greg with my new Jeep. He helped me load everything in the back and then tossed me the keys.