When I woke on Friday morning Sarah was gone, having slipped out of bed and left the house without waking me. I showered, shaved, dressed, went out for lunch, and did my usual errands, returning home in the late afternoon. It wasn’t until I saw Sarah’s car in the driveway that I remembered that there might be a surprise waiting for me. I found Sarah in the living room designing clothes on her pad of paper. “You snuck out...

The spring break at school was a few days away. The good news was that it would provide nine days of relaxation for me. I did have one chore to do, and that was to find a place to live during the coming summer and for at least a year after that. David and Julie were frantically trying to finish their graduate degree requirements, move things home, find a place to live and plan their wedding. And, Sarah, unfortunately, had...

The next few weeks were frustrating ones. I was finishing school papers that were due. Sarah was finishing artwork and photography for her portfolio and preparing for some early exams. The net result was that we were lucky to see each other once or twice a week. As well, Dave and Julie, our house mates, were coming to the end of their two year graduate program and were spending more time at the house on weekends. In late...

I woke around 10:00 a.m., showered, dressed and went downstairs. Maybe Sarah and Maggie would be in the mood to fool around again. Maybe not. The only way to know was to be present when the two emerged from Sarah’s room, if they had not already done so. Sarah’s door was closed. I started to make a pot of coffee when I noticed that Maggie’s car was no longer in the driveway. All of her photography equipment was gone as wel...

It is an interesting moment when one is about to experience their first FMF threesome. One would think that my mind would be full of lust, need, ideas and expectation. A “let’s do this” attitude. On the contrary. The realization that you are about to get into bed with two attractive women, each of whom wants to be fucked and sexually satisfied is suddenly quite daunting. How do we start? Who should be first? What if I cum...

It was Friday and the first weekend in a while that Sarah and I would have the weekend together alone at the house. I hurried home, stopping only to buy each of us dinner-to-go at the beachside restaurant. As I approached the house, there was another car parked in the driveway. If it was one of Sarah’s friends who I hoped would be leaving soon. Opening the outside door to the kitchen I could smell the sweet odor of pot. S...

Sarah was awake when I opened my eyes. It was New Year’s Day. It had stopped snowing, the sun was shining, and it was cold. “Why are you always hard?" Sarah wanted to know, sounding a little displeased. “I don’t have any control over it,” I responded. “You poked me with that thing all night.” “How do you feel?” I asked. “Sore,” she indicated. “But it’s a good sore.” “Sore in one or two places or sore all over?” I inquired...

We sat on the leather chair in the living room a while; me still recovering from a long and intense orgasm; Sarah nestled in my lap, cum still on her face and tits. As I recovered, I played softly with Sarah’s nipples, lightly pinching and pulling on them. I like to run my fingers lightly around her nipples when they are hard, and then roll her nipple between my fingers and thumb. Sarah likes it and I like hearing the lit...

Having finished a New Year’s Eve candlelight dinner and a bottle of wine, I had retreated to the living room, and Sarah stayed seated at the Kitchen table. Each of us wrote down on small squares of colored paper what we wanted to do to the other, or have done to us. In the living room, the environment had already been set up by Sarah. A blanket was spread out on the floor, two large pillows were on the blanket and candles...

Sarah and I had just experienced a very intimate moment, at least in my mind. I had never cum in her before, and it seemed very important to her to have me cum in her and not on her, and that I watch my cum dribble from her pussy. She rolled off me to the side and we continued to kiss; little kisses, not passionate wet ones. When she got out of bed to use the bathroom, I spread a blanket over the wet sheets, and then anot...

We walked into Sarah’s room holding hands. Holding hands wasnot an unusual thing, but it was an indicator of Sarah’s mood. “I missed you last night,” whispered Sarah, putting her arms around my neck. “I missed your touch.” “I thought you came three times last night?” I asked. “I did. And it was good. It was very good. But I woke up this morning wanting you.” Sarah untied her pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor....

Sarah and I walked into the hotel ballroom to a crowd ofpeople, all dressed up, mingling, eating and drinking; the event was definitely well attended.We walked around the perimeter of the room, and then Sarah went off to look for the lady she was interested in and any clothing designers she could find.I made my way to the bar. The bartender did not take cash, and I had to buy a ticket for a drink. Each drink ticket was $1...

For the first time since we had moved into the house, Sarah and I had spent the night together. She was up first, showered and made coffee. It was sometime past 11:00 a.m. “You were good last night,” Sarah said, handing me a cup of coffee while I lay in bed. “Thank you!” I responded, “For the compliment and the coffee.” “You were better than good,” I said, trying to convey just how much I had enjoyed my first anal sex exp...

I returned from my holiday vacation the day after Christmas, eager to see Sarah. As I neared the house, I was happy to see her car and only her car in the driveway. Inside, Sarah was sitting in my favorite leather chair wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, with bare feet, listening to music and drawing on her sketch pad. I had mentioned that Sarah was an artist, and there on her pad in pencil was a drawing of a life sized cock...

I only saw Sarah once during the next week. She apologized for being so abrupt with me the previous Sunday night and closing the door in my face. She was uncomfortable doing anything while Dave and Julie were in the house, and I should not take her “not now” as an indication that she wasn’t willing to fool around. It was just that she wanted to wait until we had the house to ourselves. The next few weekends leading up to...