Karen laughed and blushed. “I don’t know. It sounds kind of exciting, doesn’t it? I’d bet Sam would like to watch.”
“Paul too. Hell, Paul might want a little himself. Keira and Sunny too.”
“Speaking of Keira, did you want to give her a call? Let her know you won’t be coming home for a while?”
“I won’t?”
“No,” Karen said. “I’ve got a whole bunch more toys and a lot of time to kill, so I’m not letting you go until I’ve had my fill.”
Karen grabbed the phone and dialed Keira, then held it to Tara’s ear. Keira teased Tara about being all tied up, but wished her well. Tara invited her to join them, but Keira was going to take a ride on the Nick Express that evening. Tara was happy, not only because Keira would be getting some pleasure but also because Tara herself didn’t feel jealous anymore. She knew that Keira cared about her and that she wasn’t losing the woman. So Tara was going to enjoy letting Karen have her way for the rest of the day and night. And Karen did just that. She kept Tara in the swing for another hour, making the girl cum another half-dozen times. Then she let her young lover out so she could shower and rest before they made love in a more traditional fashion in a large comfortable bed.
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A few days later . . .
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“You’re back!” Tara screamed and jumped up, disrupting Keira’s attempt to paint her toenails as the young woman went to give Paul a big hug. “I thought you weren’t coming back until the day before we leave!”
“I decided that I hate coming back from a long trip and getting ready for ANOTHER long trip without a couple days to do nothing.” Paul unloaded his bags on the floor and gave Tara a friendly hug. “Now you better get back over there and let Keira finish before she gets mad at you. Or me. Especially before she gets mad at me.”
Tara bounced back into the chair and received a dirty look from her top-heavy friend before Keira settled down to finish those toenails. Paul wandered over and kissed Tara on the forehead, then wandered out to the kitchen. Keira and Tara exchanged a confused look. Normally when Paul kissed Tara, it was a little more passionate than that, and he didn’t stop at just one.
‘Maybe he’s just tired,’ Tara thought. After fixing himself a snack, he came back in and sat nearby. He told the girls about his trip, while Tara talked about her counseling session. He seemed happy that she had taken that step. Keira talked about her date with Nick, then Tara went into the details of her fling with Karen, including the gangbang fantasy they had concocted. Tara was hoping to get a rise out of Paul with that, in more ways than one. But he didn’t respond except by smiling and nodding.
Keira got a phone call from Nick and went out onto the back porch to talk. Tara looked over at main man. “Paul, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Why?”
“You just seem a little distant.” She got up and wandered over to sit in his lap. He held her a little more loosely than usual. “I don’t like it when you’re distant.”
“I’m not trying to be,” he said. “I’m a little tired is all. I’ll probably crash on the couch tonight. You and Keira make too much noise when you’re trying to ‘sleep’.”
Tara was feeling a bit uneasy about his comments. “A while ago, I told Keira I was going to sleep on the couch. It was because I thought she’d moved on and might not want to be with me anymore. Is . . . is that what you’re feeling? Because I still want you and . . .”
Paul put a finger to her lips to shush her. “I don’t want to leave you either. I just didn’t want to bother you with something until I figured it out. And since I know now that you’ll pester me until you find out what it is,” he joked, “then I’ll tell you. Just let me finish before you say anything. When I was visiting my folks, I realized for the first time how old they’re getting. And Mom was still bugging me about ‘finding a nice girl and settling down.’ My brother and sister both called while I was out there, telling me and the folks about their jobs and marriages and about my nephews and nieces.”
“Your biological clock going off? You’re only twenty-five and . . .”
“You’re supposed to be letting me finish,” he scolded. Then he kissed her on the lips, and it felt a lot more right than the first kiss. “I realized that at some point, the wild nights and endless orgies are going to have to end. I always knew that they would, but I had never really wanted them to. Now I’m thinking that I might like to have a normal relationship at some point. Something I can talk to my family about without editing the stories. But I also realize I don’t want to lose you, and that you ARE an endless orgy in a gorgeous little package. I don’t want to pressure you, and we’ve already talked about not trying to control you. But my mindset has changed a bit, and I kind of need to figure out what that means to me.”
“I think that’s mature,” Keira said from the doorway.
“I’m glad you were eavesdropping. I hate repeating myself.”
Tara was a little unclear as to what it all meant, but maybe that was Paul’s point. She finally had to accept that they shouldn’t go making decisions all half-cocked. She argued with him about sleeping on the sofa though.
“It’s really okay. I actually DO need to sleep, and you two are incapable of just lying still.”
That night, Tara slept in that big bed with Keira. They cuddled, but actually refrained from sex. Tara wasn’t in the mood.
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The next morning . . .
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Tara woke early and headed out to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. She stopped when she saw Paul still sleeping on the couch.
‘He really is handsome,’ she thought. ‘I wish I could give him what he wants.’ He rolled over and the blanket fell away. Paul was sporting some impressive morning wood in his boxers. Tara licked her lips. ‘I may not be able to give him what he want’s emotionally . . .’ she started.
Tara knelt on the floor next to the couch and looked around. Everyone else in the house was sound asleep. She reached into his fly and gently grasped his big, beautiful cock. She looked at his face. He was still asleep. She pulled his member out of his boxers and pushed it against her face, enjoying its heat. Then she kissed the head before sucking it slowly into her mouth. Then another inch . . . and another inch . . .
‘His cock fits me so perfectly,’ she thought as she began the gentlest blowjob of her young life. ‘No matter where I want him to put it, it fits me.’ She relished the velvet feel of his cock skin as she slid it in and out of her mouth. She wrapped a hand softly around the base of the shaft and kept sucking on the rest of it.
“Tara?” came Paul’s confused voice as he finally woke up.
She felt a little guilty. She probably should have given him some more time. But he had looked so good . . . “Did you want me to stop?”
“I think . . . think it’s a little late for that,” he mumbled. She felt his meat twitch as he spent his seed into her mouth. She intentionally let some drip back onto his dick so that she could spend some time cleaning it up again.
“Don’t think you’re fooling me for a minute. You’re never that sloppy unless you want to be,” he said with a smile.
“You’re not mad are you?”
“I don’t think there’s a man alive who could answer ‘yes’ to that.” He tucked his shrinking staff back into his boxers. “Sit down.” Tara sat down and Paul wrapped her arm around the young woman’s shoulders. “I thought about things some more last night. You were right about one thing. I’m only twenty-five, so maybe I don’t need to be settling down right now. But I’m not going to turn away from the idea either.”
“And I’m not ready to be ‘the one’ for any one person right now,” Tara said.
“So if someone else comes along that I think might be ‘the one,’ I don’t want you to freak out if I pursue her. I don’t mind keeping things the way they are for now, but it won’t last forever.”
Tara rested her head on Paul’s chest. “I know. And if I miss my chance of being ‘Ms. Right’ for you, I’ve got only myself to blame. But for the moment, all I can be is ‘Ms. Right Now.’ Of course, I’m going to be as irresistible as possible to make finding someone else more difficult for you,” she said, kissing him and squeezing his sack gently through his underwear.
“That I believe,” he moaned.
She glanced over her shoulder through the doors to the master bedroom. Keira was lying on white sheets, and Tara thought she looked divine. “Excuse me,” Tara said. “I think I need to wake her up.” She kissed Paul again, then wandered into the bedroom, pushing the sheets aside until Keira’s crotch came into view. As she lowered her mouth to Keira’s panties, Paul smiled at her.
“That’s my girl,” he said under his breath. He stood up and, as Keira began to moan, he closed the bedroom door.