A LITTLE EXPERIMENT (Chapter 41)

School was out, it was the fourth of July weekend, and Warren, Sophia, Jessie, and Crash were headed up to Maine. Crash’s uncle had a place up there, and, since he was not going to be using it for these two weeks, the foursome rented it. It was a cabin, on a lake, and they were looking forward to it. Convincing Jessie’s parents and Crash’s mother took some doing, but they managed.

It was big, for a cabin. There was a large room occupying the whole front half, which was a combination living room/dining room. Behind that, to the right, there was the kitchen. To the left, the one large bedroom. The bathroom was tucked in off the kitchen.

"One bedroom?’ Sophia asked.

"Hmm. Uncle Dave said it slept four, which it does, but I didn’t realize there was only one bedroom."

"There’s a divider screen, though," Jessie pointed out.

"Hope it’s soundproof," Warren quipped, earning a shove from Sophia.

"Aaah, fuck it," Sophia said. "We’re all friends here, right?" She smiled.

They settled in, and then went out and bought some groceries and filled the fridge and cupboard. Warren and Jessie were the most enthusiastic about cooking, so they picked out a lot of the groceries. "Guess we get clean-up duty after the gourmands here wreck the kitchen with their culinary delights," Crash said to Sophia.

They had arrived on a Saturday, and were staying until a week from Sunday—over two weeks. Saturday night, the first night, the bedroom arrangements were a bit awkward—Warren and Sophia stayed on the couch until the sounds from the bedroom died down, and then went in. Sunday night, Jessie and Crash walked in on them in mid-boink, but Warren just waved them in and they went to sleep as Warren and Sophia finished up. Monday night, they all just ended up in there, in their separate beds, doing whatever.

Tuesday was a beautiful day, and Crash and Warren decided to take Crash’s uncle’s small boat out into the lake and do some fishing. Sophia and Jessie slept late, padded around the house a bit, and ended up on one of the two couches in the living room, sipping coffee, and chatting.

"I love this. I’m so relaxed." Sophia said.

"Yeah, you weren’t relaxed last night," Jessie quipped. "You gave me such a headache I had to reach for the Advil, for chrissake. Are you always that loud?"

"Usually," she smiled. "Gets Warren going, you know."

"I’ll bet. You guys really do seem to have a great sex life. Almost as good as Jason and I."

Sophia laughed. Then she got a little somber. "I hope it’s good enough."

"What are you talking about?"

Sophia sighed. "I’ve told Warren to take some time and sleep around. He won’t do it."

"WHAT?"

"Listen, I have previous experience. He doesn’t. How can he know I’m the one if he hasn’t tried anyone else?"

"Shit, Crash and I were both virgins before each other, and we don’t worry."

"Yeah, but you had some experience. Maybe not fucking, but everything else. Warren had none."

"True. But I know what Warren means, though. I don’t know if I could ever do it."

"Do you ever fantasize about it? With someone you know, or something?" Sophia asked.

"I can’t think of hardly anyone that I’d want to do it with."

"Aha, Jess, you said hardly anyone."

"Well, I meant no one."

"You said hardly," Sophia grinned. "C’mon, Jess, confess."

"OK. There’s one guy. Jason and I have actually talked about this. We asked each other, if you were going to have a fling with someone you know, who would it be? And I did have one name."

"OK, Jess, spill the beans."

"No way," she said firmly. "That is Jason’s and my secret. I can’t tell you."

"Jess, I’m your best friend. You can tell me."

"Oh, no, not this, especially not you."

Sophia looked at her friend, and then realization dawned on her. "It’s Warren, isn’t it?" She said with a smile.

Jesse looked at her in disbelief. Sophia continued, "Come on, why would you be afraid to tell me if it was anyone other than Warren?" Jessie stared at her friend, expecting her to be pissed, but she was plainly amused. "Admit it, Jess, you got the hots for my boyfriend!"

"OK, I admit it. It’s Warren," Jessie said, blushing. Sophia just giggled. "If it makes you feel any better, Jason picked you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And he was serious."

Sophia thought about that for a moment. "Since it’s true confessions time, I’ll tell you that I’d pick Jason, too."

"Warren?"

Sophia laughed. "We’ve never actually discussed it, but every time I tell him he should find someone else to experiment with, he makes a joke about you. I’ll tell him to go find someone, and he’ll say, ‘But Jess isn’t available’ or ‘Fine, what’s Jessie’s phone number’ or something like that. Based on the evidence, I do believe he’d pick you."

Jessie thought for a moment. "Assuming you’re right about that…….We’ve got two weeks here. It’s only the four of us. Only we will know what goes on between these walls." She took a deep breath, amazed at what she was about to say. "Maybe we should pick a night while we’re here………and swap."

"JESSICA REIDEL! Are you SERIOUS?"

"Yeah, I do believe I am."

"Are you telling me that you want to sleep with my boyfriend?"

Jessie smiled at Sophia and said, "Only if you sleep with mine."

Sophia sighed. "Jess, this is not the type of thing that you drop on me at eleven o’clock in the morning."

"Soph, tell me the whole idea doesn’t turn you on, and I’ll drop it."

Sophia sighed. "OK. So it does. But what will it do to us? To our friendships? To our relationships?"

"If it’s consensual and agreed on by everyone, why should it do anything? Look, I’m secure enough in my relationship with Jason. I know you and Warren are just as secure. I am not going to go to bed with Warren and then get all swoony over him. Listen, I love Warren. He’s my second favorite guy in the universe. And based on your descriptions I would fully expect spending the night with him to be utterly fantastic. But I’m not in love with him. I’m in love with Jason."

"Look," she continued, "you know how I would look at it? I am giving my very best friend and my boyfriend a gift—each other, for a little while. And you would be doing the same. Just for fun. It would be fun, I do believe, for all of us."

Sophia smiled. "OK, I have to admit, it does sound like it would be fun. And deliciously wicked, to boot. All right, I’m in. IF……"

"If what?"

"If we can convince our guys. I don’t know if Warren will go along with it."

"We’ll just have to ask them."

Jason and Warren traipsed in in mid-afternoon, all happy with a bucket of fish. "DINNER!" Warren announced proudly. Jason chimed in, "Are we good, or what?"

Jason was the best at cleaning and de-boning fish, so he handled that, while Jess and Warren drummed up a recipe. It turned out to be wonderful.

The girls waited until the meal was done and they were all lingering at the table to bring up the topic at hand. Warren led them into it, actually.

"So, what did you ladies do all day while we he-men were out capturing the supper?"

Sophia giggled. "Oh, girl talk."

"What about?’ Crash asked

"Sex, what else?" Jess quipped. "If you must know, we were discussing fantasies."

"Sophia tell you about hers, me ravaging her while she’s tied up on top of the third base dugout at Fenway Park?"

"WARREN!"

Jessie laughed. "Nope, she didn’t mention that particular one."

Sophia smirked at Warren. "Well, his is to do it in the middle of the ice at the Olympics. With a full crowd. And a panel of judges."

"Doling out the 5.9’s and the 6.0’s, of course," Warren quipped.

"Of course," Jess agreed. "No, actually, we weren’t talking about where. We were talking about who. Jason and I have had a discussion—if I released you for a day, who would you want to sleep with? That’s what we were talking about."

"JESSICA!" Crash was mortified. "You TOLD her?"

Jess just nodded. "Did you tell her WHO?" Jess nodded again. Jason glanced sheepishly at Sophia, and then buried his face in his hands. "I think I am very embarrassed."

"And I think I missed something," Warren interjected.

"Well, War, Jason told me who he’d want to sleep with if I released him for a day. And the answer was Sophia." Jason buried his head further in his hands, groaning.

"Oh," Warren said. "Is that all? Doesn’t surprise me in the least."

Everyone glared at him. "It doesn’t?" Sophia asked.

"Naaaah. He’s had the hots for you since the day he met you. What am I, blind?" They all chuckled, and Crash looked at Warren in obvious relief. Then he grinned at his girlfriend. "Tell him yours, Jess."

"Oh, mine was also Sophia." Warren looked at her in stunned disbelief, then caught the gleam in her eye and started laughing. "No, seriously, Warren. Mine was you."

"I think I’m flattered. Mine would be you, too."

"And mine would be Jason," Sophia added.

"What an interesting conversation," Warren said. "We’ve all now established that we wouldn’t mind jumping in the sack with each other’s significant other." Everyone laughed.

"Right," smiled Jess. "So, what Sophie and I were talking about was—let’s do it."

"What?" Warren asked.

"Let’s swap. One night while we’re here. Tonight would be fun."

Jason and Warren stared at the girls, then at each other, and then back at the girls. They still didn’t quite believe what they had heard.

Warren looked at Sophia and said, "So, what you’re telling me is this…….that you want to sleep with my best friend?"

Sophia smiled at him and said, "Warren, only if you also want to sleep with mine."

Crash looked at Jessie. "You guys are serious about this."

"Jason, only if all of us want to do it. If one of you says no, then we don’t. If anyone feels uncomfortable with this, then we don’t."

"Jess, let’s go start in on the dishes. Let the boys discuss this for a bit." The girls walked into the kitchen.

Warren and Crash just looked at each other a bit. Then they broke into broad grins. "You gotta admit, it sounds intriguing." Crash said.

"Intriguing? It sounds like something you’d read at www dot sexxxxxxxstories dot com." Crash cracked up laughing. Warren continued, "I guess I just wonder how it will affect our relationships if we do go through with it."

"Yeah. I think Sophia and you wouldn’t have a problem, nor would Jess and I. I think we’re all secure enough to have a little fun and not get our feathers ruffled."

"OK, but you agreed with me."

"Actually, I was thinking about us. Are you going to be looking at me in twenty years when you and Soph are old and fat and have twelve kids and be thinking ‘that asshole slept with my wife’"?

"Naaaah. Not if we all agree to this. I’d only be thinking that if you snuck behind my back, if Sophia was cheating, know what I mean?"

"You wouldn’t consider this cheating."

"If I agree, how can she be cheating?"

"Good point."

Warren sighed. "The biggest problem I have with the whole thing is my basic insecurity."

"Aaaah. Well, from what I’ve heard from Jess, Sophia says you’re in the Lovemaking Hall Of Fame, so I wouldn’t worry about it. I know I’m good, so I won’t worry about it either." Warren cracked up at that. "Listen, if we do this, we’re going to have fun, and then Sophia is going to go back to her true love, the one that satisfies her in every way—which is you. And Jess is going to do the same."

"Yeah. What the hell. The relationships here are strong, right?"

"And I got to say that Sophia has the best set of tits I have ever seen."

"Right. And Jess has legs that won’t quit."

"Right. You grab mine and I’ll grab yours?"

"Right." They got up from the table and marched into the kitchen. Jason marched up to Sophia, spun her around, and planted a kiss on her lips. Warren approached Jessie from the rear, wrapped his arms around her waist, and started nibbling on her neck.

"Hmmmmm," Jessie purred. "Soph, I do believe the boys have come around."

Sophia broke the kiss with Jason. "Oh, they sure have." She grabbed Jason’s hand, looked back at Jess and Warren, and said, "Last one in the bedroom has to sleep in the wet spot!"

"Ground rules," Jess said as they walked. "Nobody but me gets fed grapes by Jay."

"Fine, I hate grapes. Nobody dances with Warren except me."

"Fine, I don’t dance."

"And, Jessica Reidel, you’d better return him undamaged!"

"Ah, you spoil all my fun."

They entered the bedroom. Jason and Warren looked at the dividing screen, looked at each other, and folded it up. "I don’t think this is necessary," Warren quipped. Then he led Jessie to his bed, while Crash and Sophie went to the other one.

Jessie plopped on the bed, and Warren grabbed her in his arms, and kissed her, deeply. She clung to his shoulders. He broke the kiss, and quickly reached for the bottom of Jessie’s shirt, and lifted it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Warren zeroed right in on her breasts, nibbling and sucking on them.

"Waitaminnit, Prep Stud," Jessie said. She undid her jeans and they, and her panties, were quickly off. Then she tugged at Warren’s belt, and he helped her get his pants and then his shirt off.

"Now, sir, you are free to go back to what you were doing before. In fact, I insist."

"Gladly". He went back to her tits with his tounge, and reached down and slipped one finger, then two, into her sopping wet pussy.

"Hello, my dear," he quipped to her, "Is that Lake Erie in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?" Jessie cracked up laughing. Jessie wasn’t as vocally demonstrative as Sophia, but she was vocal, letting Warren know with a series of rumbles and purrs and low moans that she was enjoying herself. "Oh FUCK!" she finally let out, before she started spasming on the bed as she gently bit Warren on the shoulder.

"You weren’t kidding about the fangs, she-devil," Warren said.

"Damn right. And the claws come later. Right now, I got another use for these fangs." And she slipped down and took his dick in her mouth.

Warren supposed comparisons were inevitable, because this was unlike any blow job he had ever had. Not better, not worse, just different, and very good. Jess was, as he had always suspected, an animal. She put his dick in her mouth and just devoured it. He came, very fast, and very hard.

Jess crawled up beside him as he caught his breath. "Jesus Christ, Jess, is it still attached?"

She giggled and looked down. "Yup. I think he needs a bit of a rest, however."

"That’s fine, because it’s my turn." But before Warren could move, they heard Sophia in the other bed, with her customary siren wailing. Warren froze for a minute.

Jess looked at him with concern. "You all right? I forgot how loud she is."

Warren smiled at her. "I’m fine. It was just a little weird. I’m used to that scream being close enough to perforate my eardrum."

Jess laughed. "You want I should ratchet up the volume some so they’ll know we’re having as much fun as they are?"

Warren laughed back. "Only if you feel the need, Jess." And he crawled down between her legs.

And it was Jess’s turn to make a little comparison. Cunnilingus was not Jason’s favorite thing to do in bed. He’d do it if he was in the mood, and was good at it, but not like this.

"Warren, this is….mmmmmmm….fantastic."

He continued, while Jess lied back and enjoyed it. "nnnnnngggg….aaaaaaaahhhh…..oh my fucking head, Warren, you are fucking good at this." She wrapped her legs around his head, and pulled him in closer. "FUCK……FUCK…..FUCK……OH MY FUCKING HEAD!" she screamed, as she came.

Warren looked up at her and laughed. "Well, I’d say that was plenty loud enough." And went back to what he was doing. Jessie looked down at him, incredulously, and said, "You’re not done?"

"One is never enough, that’s my motto. You have any objections?"

"Not on your fucking life," she sighed happily, and Warren went back between her legs. One became two, then three, then four, before Warren was finally done. He crawled up next to Jess, who was still gasping and shaking.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Warren, if pussy-lapping were an Olympic sport, you’d have the damn gold medal all sewn up. Fuck. Sophie said you were good, but I had no fucking idea."

Warren just laughed. "Glad you enjoyed yourself."

She eyed him speculatively. "C’mere, Prep Stud," and she pulled him on top of her. "Fuck me." So he did.

And, a few minutes later, as she started cumming, he found out something. No, she wasn’t screaming—she was growling—but she showed her pleasure another way. She bit down on his neck, while her fingernails dug into his back. After he had cum—accompanied by another from her—he collapsed next to her.

"Fangs and claws, for sure."

"Huh?"

"When you came the first time, you gouged my back. And bit my neck."

"I guess I did." She looked at his neck. "Oh shit, Warren, I think I gave you a hickey."

Warren just laughed. Jess snuggled up to him and said, "Warren, I am so glad we did this."

"Yeah, I have to admit I am, too. You are a She-Devil, Jess, no doubt about it." They heard more screams from the other bed. "There goes Mount Sophia, erupting again." The both cracked up laughing.

Jess looked at Warren. "Since we don’t know if we’re ever going to do this again, you up for more?"

"Well, at the moment, I am not up, as should be plainly apparent"—Jess laughed—"but if you let me rest a bit, I’ll see what I can do."

They actually kept it up for a couple more hours. They all knew that this was probably a one-time thing, and wanted to get as much in as they could.

At one point, Warren was kneeling on the bed, doing Jess from behind, and Sophia was on top of Jason, straddling him from the top, and Warren and Sophia’s eyes caught one another from across the room. And, when they looked at each other, there was no resentment, no jealousy—just love, gratitude, and a not inconsiderable amount of lust. Sophia winked at Warren, and he responded by licking his lips. They both giggled, then went back to what they were doing.

"Whatcha laughin’ at, Prep Stud?" Jess asked.

"Sophie’s on top of Jay, and she just winked at me." Jess herself laughed at that.

When they were finally done, collapsed on the bed exhausted, Sophia’s voice came wafting across the room.

"Jess?"

"Hmmmmmm?"

"You want we should switch beds back before we go to sleep?"

"I am currently incapable of moving my legs, so that idea is not feasible."

Sophia just laughed. "Come to think of it, you’re right. Good enough. ‘Night, guys."

"Good night."

Warren and Jessie curled up around each other, and went to sleep.