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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 11) [Asian, M/f, Consent]
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Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2006 10:10:01 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/

Chapter 11: Interlude, Sara's Story (Part 2) 

Summer, 1986 - Disney World

At first Sara had no intention of doing this.  She
entirely put it out of her mind as she walked away
from the restaurant.  By the time she was exiting the
park, she couldn't even remember the room number Ben
had told her.

But then she spent the rest of the day with her
parents.  By the time she was laying down to sleep, it
didn't seem unreasonable.

When she woke up in the morning, she felt like she
wanted to do it.  But the idea of Ben's reaction to
what had happened, that kind of scared her, but she
was down right terrified of Stacey's reaction if she
had found out.

By the end of the day she had resolved that she'd just
try.  If she didn't, then not know what might have
happened would bother her forever.

She told her parents she was going to go watch the
fireworks at the park.  Of course they wanted to come
too, but she bolted out of the room before they could
catch up.  They'd scream at her later for it, she was
sure of it, but she couldn't tell them what she was
really doing.

She rode the tram from her hotel and rode it directly
into the cavern that made up the Contemporary Resort. 
This was where Ben told her they were staying, but she
couldn't remember what room number he had told her.

She walked to the information desk and tried to look
older and sure of herself.  She figured that if they
thought she was just a trouble making kid, they'd
never help her.

"Hi."  She said, beaming her best smile at the woman
behind the information desk.  "Can you tell me what
room the Riggs are in?"

The woman, Patricia the name tag on her vest said,
just looked at Sara for a moment and then raised her
eyebrow.

"Ben and Stacey.  The Riggs.  I just need to know
their room number."  Sara repeated, figuring that she
needed to use smaller words to get this woman to
understand.

"I'm sorry, miss."  Patricia replied, not really
looking sorry at all.  "We don't give out that sort of
information."

Sara just blinked at her for a moment, surprised at
that.  "But they told me what their room number was. 
I just forgot."

Patricia shrugged, unsympathetically.  "I'm sorry,
resort policy."  

Patricia pointed to a phone off to the side of the
lobby.  "If you dial the operator and ask for their
room, then you can speak to them."

Sara frowned and nodded, "Thanks."  But she didn't
really mean it.

She stalked across the lobby, grumbling to herself. 
She picked up the phone and pressed the zero button.

"Operator.  How can I help you?"  The voice on the
phone asked.  And at least she sounded like she might
actually be helpful.

"I'd like to speak to the Riggs, please.  They're
guests here."  Sara said, doing her best to try to
sound pleasant, even though her mood was turning foul.

"Do you have their room number?"  The voice asked.

"No."  It was getting harder and harder to remain
civil.  "Ben and Stacey Riggs.  They should be here
for at least another couple of days."

"Hold on.  Let me check the directory."  The voice
replied and actually still sounded helpful.  "I'm
connecting you now."

Sara felt relieved now.  She felt like she had reached
a dead end and couldn't think of another way to get in
contact with them again.

The phone rang.  Sara's anticipation built.  Her
nerves felt like raw, frazzled ends.  Another ring,
and another, and another.  

She let it ring a dozen times, but there was no
answer.  She hung up the phone and frowned.  She tried
to collect her thoughts and assess the situation.

Okay, they were still in the hotel or else the
operator wouldn't have had a room to dial.  They're
probably just at one of the parks.  

She looked at her watch.  It was early yet.  She could
wait a bit.  Then she'll just try calling again.

She spotted an empty couch across the lobby and walked
over to it.  She sat down to wait.  After a half hour
she got up and walked back to the phone.

A different voice answered for the operator this time.
 But they were just as helpful.  And once again her
stomach tied into knots as she listened to the phone
ring.  But, once again, no one answered.

Sara hung up the phone and sighed heavily.  She looked
at her watch again.  She didn't have much time before
she'd have to head back to her own hotel.  Maybe then
her parents wouldn't be quite as mad at her, which
would leave her the chance to try again.

She walked across the lobby again, but not to any of
the couches.  Instead she headed to the lobby souvenir
shop.  She figured she'd buy some stupid little thing
to take back with her.  As proof of where she went, in
case her parents decided to give her a hard time.

She walked into the shop casually, and then stopped
dead in her tracks, her heart suddenly caught up in
her throat.  Inside the shop she spotted Stacey,
carrying April on her hip.  

Sara paused for a second, trying to decide what to do.
 She hadn't had a chance to collect herself, prepare
herself for the conversation.  And here it was, right
in front of her.

She thought about turning and running, Stacey hadn't
seen her yet.  But then she might just be tossing away
her only chance to see this through. 

So instead, she swallowed down hard, trying to force
her heart back down, and walked towards Stacey.  

"Hi."  Sara said as she got close.

"Oh!  Hi."  Stacey seemed surprised to see her, but
she didn't look upset or angry.  "We didn't think we'd
see you again."

"Um, yeah.  I had somewhere to go.  You know, my
parents.  Like I told you about.  They can get pretty
psycho."  Sara offered a weak shrug as an apology.

"Well, it's nice to see you again."  Stacey still
smiled at her, turning away from the assortment of
t-shirts and closing the distance between she and
Sara.

Sara took a deep breath now.  She was keenly aware of
the distance between them.  Before she had plenty of
space, but now Stacey was within arm's reach.  If her
reaction was all a front, Sara was sure she'd know it
in a second.

"I was, um, just trying to call your room."  Sara
offered, holding her ground, but not able to hide her
nervousness.

"Oh, April and I just got back.  Ben and Hank are
still out at the park."  Stacey shifted her head so it
was slightly closer to April, mostly due to the fact
that April had a fistful of her hair and was steadily
pulling on it.  "This one was starting to get cranky."

Sara just smiled in reply; taking a second to make
what she thought was a funny face at April.  It didn't
get any more than a perplexed reaction.  Which she
thought was kind of fitting, the cold shoulder from
the daughter made sense.

"Come on."  Stacey said, sounding more like an order
than a request.  "I heard there's a great spot just
outside to watch the fireworks from."

"Okay."  Sara nodded in reply.  Well, at the very
least she'd be able to tell her parents she watched
them and not be lying about it.

Stacey led the way out of the shop and through the
lobby, passing through an automatic door, and out into
the cool air of the dusk.  It was a large balcony
observation area.  Benches were scattered about and
there was only a few people mulling around.

The fireworks were already illuminating the air over
the park, but the view was hardly great.  Still, it
was better than nothing.  And the cold air felt like
it was getting her blood moving again.

Sara seemed to pick a bench at random and sat down on
it, putting April down in her lap.  Sara followed her,
but decided to lean over the railing in front of the
bench.  Like she was watching the show, which she
really wasn't.

Sara watched for a moment, and then took a deep breath
before turning to face Stacey.  She tried to look
casual and leaned back against the railing.

"Um, you know, don't you?"  Sara asked, half fearing
the reaction.  Half hoping that Stacey would have no
idea what she was talking about.

"Umhm."  Stacey just nodded.

Sara couldn't read Stacey's expression.  So she
decided to just go ahead and ask.  "And you're not
mad?"  

Stacey shook her head.  "Sit over here."  She patted a
spot on the bench next to her.

Sara took a reluctant step closer and sat down.  She
didn't know what to make of all of this.

"I was surprised, yes.  And I probably would have
preferred that you asked my permission first."  Stacey
said, shrugging slightly.  "But no, I'm not mad.  I
would have been absolutely furious if he hadn't told
me though."

Sara swallowed again now, realizing of just how badly
this could have gone.  If Ben hadn't told her and Sara
just blurted it out...  It made her start to question
what she thought she was going to accomplish with
this.

"So I have to ask..."  Stacey said, her voice trailing
off a bit.  "Why did you come here looking for us? 
You were looking for us right?  Not just him?"

Sara looked at the ground in front of her now.  She
knew what answer Stacey was looking for.  But Sara
really didn't know what the truthful answer was.

A tangible silence settled between them.  Sara felt
uncomfortable, awkward, confused.  She wasn't sure
what to say or what to do.  The silence just grew,
like beast slumping out of the shadows, more and more
of it appearing. 

"Well."  Stacey shifted April from her lap and into
her arms as she stood.  "I'll let Ben know we talked. 
And if you feel up to it and you think you can get
away for a bit, you can come join us for breakfast
tomorrow.  Room 1723."

Stacey took a few steps away from the bench, and then
stopped and half turned.  "Are you going to be okay
getting back to your hotel?"

It took a moment for Sara to realize that Stacey was
talking to her again.  "Yeah...  I'll be fine.  Thanks."

Sara didn't think she was going to be fine though. 
This was all way too complicated and confusing.  She
should have known better.  She should have never
touched Ben that way.  She should have never come
here.

Stacey just nodded and resumed her walk back into the
lobby.

=======================

For Sara the morning couldn't come too soon.  She
looked forward to seeing Ben, Stacey, and the kids
again.  She eagerly anticipated the chance to spend
the day with a normal family.  To recapture the glee
she felt the first day she had met them.

 On the other hand, the morning couldn't take too long
enough to come.  The idea that Stacey was just waiting
for the chance to scream and humiliate her for this. 
She still couldn't figure out what was going through
Stacey's mind.  She hadn't even had the time to think
about what Ben might be thinking.

She thought about just skipping the idea entirely, but
she wasn't the kind of person to avoid a problem.  She
always delved in head first, which was kind of what
got her into this mess to begin with.  

Besides, she'd probably never see any of them again. 
She wanted to at least make an attempt to make the
last memories a positive one.

It was just after nine when she arrived at the
Contemporary Resort.  It was late, but she had to wait
for her parents to leave the room they were sharing. 
Only after they were gone was she able to get dressed
and get on her own way.

She had picked her clothes very carefully too.  She
wasn't sure what the day would entail, but she wanted
to be prepared for anything.  Nothing too dressy or
too classy either.  She wanted to look good, but she
also wanted to be comfortable for a day of walking the
theme parks.

She had decided on a short black skirt and a white
blouse that she had brought on the off chance that her
parents decided to go somewhere special for dinner. 
She thought about raiding her mother's make up, but
she normally didn't wear much anyway.  So she decided
that just some eyeliner would do.

She pinned back her bangs with a red clip and liked
what she saw in the mirror.

Now she rode the elevator up the cavernous interior of
the hotel.  The glass walls probably gave a great
view, but her mind was on other matters.  She stepped
off on the seventeenth floor and started down the
hallway.  Trying to walk with intention instead of the
nervousness that gripped her.

Sara closed her eyes and took a deep breath before
knocking on the door to Room 1723.  This was it. 
There was no going back now.

"Just a minute."  She heard Ben's voice reply almost
immediately.

A couple of seconds later and she heard the sound of
the dead bolt being unlocked and then the door open. 
Sara held her breath and clutched her hands in front
of her waist.  She was worried that if she didn't hold
onto them, they'd fly about with nervous energy.

The door opened fully and there stood Ben.  Dressed in
a pair of brown shorts and one of the loudest Hawaiian
shirts Sara had ever seen.

"Hi!"  He said, looking genuinely surprised.  "We
thought you were standing us up."

Sara blushed and shook her head as she tried to find
her voice.  "My parents.  Had to wait for them to
leave."

"Ah."  Ben nodded knowingly.  "Come on in, we just
started eating."

Ben took a step back, but held the door open, letting
Sara step in of her own volition.

She glanced around the room as she stepped inside. 
All the furniture looked kind of art-deco.  Like a
left over set from Star Trek or something.  For all
its kistchyness, it still looked better than her
families bare essentials room.

"Better dig in, it's getting cold."  Stacey said from
the far side of the room.  She was sitting in front of
a table where breakfast had been laid out.  The smell
of it filled the room with an earthy, homey smell.

Sara stepped half way across the room, putting her
backpack down on the floor near the dresser.  "Where
are Hank and April?"  She asked, a little confused by
their absence.

"We put them in the hotel daycare for the day."  Ben
replied as he closed the door.  Sara didn't hear him
relock the door; she assumed he did that for her
benefit.

"We thought if you showed up, we'd want to talk with
out the distraction."  Stacey commented.  "And if you
didn't, well, a day off for mommy and daddy isn't bad
either."

Sara nodded, but stayed where she stood.  Half way
across the room, at the foot of the beds, just in the
middle of the gap between them.  She saw that three
place settings had been set up around the small table.
 One of them, meant for her she assumed, was
untouched.  I the middle of the table was an
assortment of fruit, a stack of pancakes and toast, a
small plate of sausage, and jugs of coffee and orange
juice.

She could feel Ben standing behind her, as if he was
waiting for her to move forward.

"Look."  Sara blurted out, "I'm sorry about what I did
the other day.  I didn't mean to make you mad.  I'm
not even sure why I did it."

Stacey just stared at her, a fork full of pancakes
poised in front of her mouth.  Sara felt Ben put a
hand lightly on her shoulder, the touch made Sara
flinch involuntarily.

"Oh hush."  Stacey said, not looking at all upset. 
"There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Stacey put the fork in her mouth, as if nothing was
out of the ordinary.  Ben stepped around Sara and
pulled the seat out that was in front of the untouched
place setting.

"You can leave if you want."  Ben smiled warmly at
her.  "Just know that neither of us is upset.  And
neither of us thinks any less of you."

Sara still just stood still, torn between retreat and
advance.

"You should see her art."  Ben said as he looked at
his wife.  "She really is incredible at it."

Art?  Sara thought to herself.  He called it her art. 
Not her drawings or her sketches or even her doodles. 
Her parents thought her drawing was a waste of time. 
But Ben thought it was art.

"You brought your pad, right?"  Ben looked at Sara and
asked.

Sara nodded in reply, finally stepping forward and
sitting down.  Ben pushed the chair in easily; Sara's
slight frame provided little weight against it.

"I'd like to see it, if I may, of course."  Stacey
said as she poured some orange juice into a cup in
front of Sara.  "Now eat.  Don't ask permission or be
polite."

Ben chuckled as he sat back down in his own seat. 
Returning to work on the plate of pancakes he had
already started on.

Sara didn't have much of an appetite.  Her stomach was
still tied in small knots at the situation.  But they
were hardly noticeable compared to the giant padlocks
she felt in her stomach before.

"So how did you get away this morning?"  Ben asked. 
"You didn't have another fight, did you?"

Sara shook her head quickly.  "Parents think they're
punishing me.  Left me behind while they went sight
seeing.  Because I ditched them last night."

Stacey looked at Sara and raised an eyebrow, "So you
have pretty much the whole day free then?"

Sara nodded again, not really sure what Stacey was
hinting at.

Stacey picked up a strawberry out of the fruit bowl. 
Nibbling on it thoughtfully for a moment, before she
started to speak.

"So what did you think would happen when you came here
this morning?"  Stacey asked before returning to her
nibbling.  

Sara could feel Stacey's eyes on her, like she was
watching for the slightest bit of body language.  

"I don't know..."  Sara admitted.  "I thought we'd go to
the park again or something."

"Hmm."  Stacey hummed through the strawberry.  "Or
something?"

Sara blushed now, not really wanting to explain the or
something part.

"So."  Stacey said with a long drawn tone, her eyes
shifting to look across at Ben.

"I guess we should tell you a little bit more about
ourselves?"  Ben offered, sounding pretty self sure
now.

Sara looked over at him and nodded slowly.

"Well, to put it bluntly, Stacey and I are swingers." 
Ben watched Sara's face for a look of recognition or
realization.  "Do you know what swingers are?"

Sara did.  But she thought it was like a seventies
thing.  Or that the people who did it were freaks. 
She glanced at Stacey for confirmation of what Ben was
saying.

"That's why I didn't mind what happened."  Stacey
said.  "As long as you weren't trying to steal him
away that is."

Sara looked forward, across the breakfast table and
out the balcony window.  Her mind digesting and
absorbing this information.

"But that doesn't change anything else."  Ben
commented, in a reassuring voice.  "Just because we
weren't surprised, doesn't mean that that's what we
were looking for from you."

"And if you're freaked out or disgusted.  We'd be
disappointed, but we'd understand."  Stacey commented
in almost the same reassuring tone.

Sara just sat there for a long moment, staring out at
the clear blue skies.  Absently chewing on a piece of
sausage.  She glanced down at her plate and swallowed.

"So you...  like seeing each other...  you know...  with
other people?"  Sara asked, hoping that she understood
what this all meant.

"Oh, yes.  And being seen too."  Stacey added, trying
to clarify the image in Sara's mind.

Sara just nodded again, her eyes glancing up from her
plate, to look at Stacey for a moment, before turning
to look at Ben.  She could tell she was on the verge
of a life changing moment, but she wasn't sure she was
prepared for it.

"Why don't you show me your pad?"  Stacey asked, out
of the blue as she started to stand up.  "But let me
go wash my hands first, I don't want to get syrup on
it."

Sara watched Stacey walk away, before looking at Ben
again.

"Are you okay?"  Ben asked, a look of concern on his
face.  "This wasn't too much of a shock for you, was
it?"

Sara shook her head slowly, "No.  I'm fine." 

She paused to think for a moment, then leaned towards
Ben and whispered.  "Does that mean...  that you guys
want me to...  you know...  I mean, I've never...  I..."

"Calm down, you're going to hyperventilate."  Ben
interrupted.  "And no, it doesn't.  I mean, I'm sure
we'd enjoy it.  But we don't expect you to.  I mean,
other than you putting your hand down my pants, we
really don't have any other inkling that you'd want to
do anything more."

Sara looked away and blushed; the reference to her
previous actions still embarrassed her.  She had no
idea just how much she had bitten off when she did
that.

On the other hand, it was somewhat reassuring that Ben
seemed just a little bit nervous too.

The mundane sound of the bathroom water running also
made her feel somewhat at ease.

Sara glanced at Ben now, "I can do it again if you
want."  Her tone was a teasing one, but she it only
hid her seriousness.

Ben laughed now, "Yes, you could.  But this time it
would be entirely different."

"What would?"  Stacey asked as she walked out of the
bathroom.

"Sara just offered to give me another hand job."  Ben
replied, the words rolling off his tongue like they
were the most natural thing to say.

Sara's eyes went wide, her cheeks blushed a deep
crimson, and she almost dropped her fork in surprise. 
She kept her eyes locked out the window.  "I was only
joking!"

"Oh, I'm sure you were."  Stacey's tone had taken a
teasing turn as well.  "And yes you could, but if you
did, you'd have to expect him to return the favor this
time."

Sara blinked at that, glancing at Ben.  Ben just
smiled back at her and shrugged.  

"May I?"  Stacey asked.

Sara's stomach lurched as she almost blurted out a
quick no.  Her initial thought was that Stacey was
offering to...  avail herself of Sara's body.  Sara
quickly looked over her head and saw that Stacey was
pointing at her backpack.

Sara nodded relieved, "Yes, go ahead."

"Thank you."  Stacey pulled the pad out of the
backpack and sat on the edge of the unmade bed. 
Opening the pad slowly.  Sara turned to watch her
reaction while Ben began clearing the breakfast onto
the room delivery tray.

Sara just watched as Stacey looked over each page. 
She wasn't as intent or detailed in her viewing as Ben
was, but she seemed genuinely more impressed than Ben
was.  The compliments seemed to come freer and seem
more honest than Ben had been.

"Housekeeping!"  A voice shouted on the other side of
the door, knocking loudly.  The sudden intrusion made
Sara jump, shattering the bubble of the hotel room. 
For just a little bit she had forgotten there was
still an entire world outside the room.

"I got it."  Ben commented, standing up and picking up
the room delivery tray.  He carried it to the door and
opened the door casually.

"We're good today.  Just need to get rid of this." 
Ben said as he passed the tray to the maid.  

The maid seemed unaffected by all of this.  She just
took the tray, said "Thank you."  And disappeared
behind the closing door.

Ben walked back and sat down on the bed behind his
wife, leaning over her shoulder and looking at the pad
again.

Sara just stared at them, remembering what it felt
like when Ben had leaned over her the same way.  She
felt words limber up through her throat.  Exiting her
mouth.  As she heard them, it sounded like someone
else entirely said them.

"If you guys...  You know, want to fuck.  We can."  She
blinked after she said that.  Not really believing
that she had.

Both Stacey and Ben glanced up at her, both looking
surprised, but Ben also looked somewhat annoyed.  His
reaction taking Sara back.  She immediately looked
down at the floor, feeling even more embarrassed.

"We don't fuck."  Ben said in slow, measured tones. 
He said the word fuck like it was distasteful to him
to even be coming out of his mouth.  "We make love. 
Fucking is something animals do.  It's vulgar and
offensive."

Stacey glanced at her husband then back to Sara. 
"You'll have to excuse him.  He's a little sensitive
about that word."  

Sara glanced up just in time to see Stacey elbow Ben
in the side.  "Apologize."

"Sorry."  Ben said, but he didn't sound sheepish.  He
still sounded just as resolute as he did before. 
"Making love is something beautiful.  To be shared. 
It's about more than just sweaty bodies rubbing
against each other."

Sara nodded slowly, still embarrassed, but
understanding what he meant.

There was another long, awkward silence.  Ben and
Stacey just watching Sara and vice versa.  But finally
Stacey's voice ended it.

"You're a little young for that."  Stacey said,
causing Sara to frown.  "But if you're really sure you
want to...  And you're sure your ready..."

Ben glanced down at his wife, somewhat surprised now. 
"I think what she's trying to say is that we'd be
happy to share ourselves with you, Sara.  But it has
to be your decision."

Sara just sat in the seat, watching the two of them. 
Her mind was in turmoil, she could feel her stomach
contracting and releasing.  She felt like she wanted
to throw up.  She didn't know what she wanted to do.

"Or we could just go to the park.  Or down to the
pool."  Stacey said now, it seemed she was always the
one breaking these uncomfortable silences.  "I took
Hank and April down to the pool and they loved it."

Something about that statement made Sara wince.  She
was being talked to like she was a kid again. 
Relating her interests to what the little kids would
enjoy.

But she wasn't a little kid.  And suddenly she made
her mind up. 

Or at least she made it partially up.

"I want to stay here."  Sara said, feeling embarrassed
again.  She felt like she sounded like a kid again. 
"I mean, I like you guys.  You're the most fun I've
ever had with any adults.  And you like my sketching. 
You called it art.  And you don't argue or talk down
to me, well, not always anyway.  I mean..."

 

Stacey and Ben just stared at Sara as the torrent of
words whipped past them.  They didn't look very
convinced though.

Sara took a deep breath and decided to try one last
stab at explaining her thoughts.  "I want to.  It's
just that, I've never...  You know..."

"You're a virgin?"  Stacey looked surprised.  And the
minute the words left Stacey mouth, Ben looked
surprised too.  

Sara physically flinched at the word.  She was only
use to it being flung about vindictively, an insult. 
But she managed to nod, feeling even more embarrassed
now.

"But at the park."  Ben stammered out.  "You told me..."

Sara nodded quickly, "I've done that before.  But not
anything more.  Even though he's begged over and
over."

Ben nodded slowly, understanding dawning on him. 
"Well, then, I really don't think we should even be
having this conversation."

Sara blinked in stunned surprise.  It was that word
again.  Virgin.  It was an insult.  Just look at the
way he was reacting now.

 

"That's not true."  Stacey suddenly said, a
sympathetic smile on her face.  "Just because she
hasn't, doesn't mean she's not ready.  She just wasn't
ready before.  And maybe deep down she knows that that
boy isn't the one for her."

Sara was even more surprised in the unlikely ally she
had just found in this conversation.  She actually
expected Stacey to fully agree with Ben.

"But..."  Ben started to say, talking very slowly and
calmly.  He was picking his words very deliberately. 
"Maybe she should wait for the man she wants to
experience that with."

Sara suddenly felt a bystander to her own
conversation.  

"I think she did, you idiot."  Stacey rolled her eyes
at her husband.  "You, you moron.  And you should feel
honored that she's even considering you.  As dense as
you are."

Ben's eyes went wide and looked towards Sara for some
sort of confirmation of this.  But Sara was busy
looking at Stacey.

"Stacey?"  Sara asked, remembering the short
conversation they had had the night before.  "Can I
f-...make love with your husband?"

Stacey smiled with a somewhat triumphant look, "See? 
You idiot?"  Her tone was still playful.  "And yes,
you may.  If he would like to anyway."

Ben glanced at Stacey and then looked back to Sara. 
He looked confused and surprised and stunned and
indecisive at the same time, but Sara could also
recognize the underlying look of lust to his muscles.

"Um, yes."  Ben's voice was soft and full of kindness.
 "Sara, I'd be honored if you let me make love with
you."

Sara beamed a smile and then glanced at Stacey.

"Oh, don't worry.  I don't do other women."  She said,
apparently reading Sara's mind.  "I would very much
enjoy watching though."

Sara nodded, relieved.  She didn't mind Sara watching.
 In fact, she kind of enjoyed it all being out in the
open like this.  Instead of hidden under a table like
the other day.

"Well, if you're sure."  Ben asked again, shifting on
the bed slightly.  "There's only one bit of unfinished
business."

Sara swallowed her nervousness and watched him, having
no idea what he had in mind.

He moved away from Stacey and shifted to sit on the
edge of the bed, with his feet touching the floor
again.  "Namely, returning the favor for what you did
for me."

Ben's hand moved slowly, motioning Sara to come
closer.  She stood up and walked slowly to him,
watching as he started to pat the bed next to him.

"Just sit here."

Sara stepped to the bed and sat down where Ben had
meant.  She sat down stiffly, like she was at school
assembly.  Her hands too nervous to do much more than
hang limply at her sides.

"Mmmm."  Ben murmured in her ear as he leaded closer
and pushed his face through her short black hair.  She
could hear him smelling her.  Then she could feel his
lips kissing her ear slowly.

"I'm going to do for you what you did to me.  But if
you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so." 
He whispered just loud enough so that Stacey could
still hear him.

"We have something called a safe word."  Stacey
whispered now.  "It's our private little code word. 
If we don't like what's happening.  Or we don't feel
comfortable with someone.  We use the safe word.  It's
our signal to each other that it's time to go."

Stacey gave Sara a chance to process the information. 
"If either of us uses the safe word, then we drop
everything.  We get up.  We leave.  No questions
asked.  No discussions."

"Hummingbird."  Ben whispered.  "That's Stacey and my
safe word.  If you want to stop.  You just use that
word."

"Okay."  Sara nodded slowly, feeling Ben's lips move
away from her ear as her head moved.  Then back into
the warmth of his breath as she returned.

Ben's head moved down and she could feel his lips on
her neck.  Just gently kissing her.  She instinctively
tilted her head to the side, letting him get to her. 
And she felt his hand waiting for her head, her cheek
nestling against his skin.

She closed her eyes and just concentrated on the feel
of his lips.  Thinking about nothing else.  She felt
her nervousness fading as his mouth moved higher
again.  Kissing her chin, then finally her lips.

He didn't move fast, or forceful.  Just slow and
light.  She could feel the fires within her stoking
like a furnace.  The temperature rising, feeling like
it was going to burn her from the inside out.

She opened her mouth as she felt his tongue touching
her lips, but he didn't enter her mouth.  Instead he
just continued to lick her lips.  His strong hand
holding the side of her head.  She could tell that his
fingers were relaxed, as if giving her an easy way to
retreat was important to him.

His tongue finally ventured into her mouth, passing
along her teeth delicately.  She moved her tongue to
meet his, feeling just the tip scrape along the edge
of her tongue.

She felt breathless and dizzy.  She'd been kissed
before, but it was nothing like this.  All the other
times seemed like it was a conquest.  A contest to see
how far the boy could get his tongue into her mouth. 
There was no finesse, just a frontline to get past,
like it was some kind of war movie in her mouth.

Ben pulled his head back slowly, letting his lips and
tongue linger on her for as long as distance allowed. 
Then just looked at her face, while still holding her.

"How was that?"  He asked in a whisper.

Sara opened her eyes slowly, feeling removed from her
body.  She felt intoxicated and weak, like she could
pass out at any moment.  

"Good."  She managed to whisper in reply.

"Do you want to stop?"  He asked.

"No."  She mewled, like the thought of stopping would
be sheer torture.

"You really are very beautiful.  Even more stunning
than the other morning."  Ben whispered, making her
blush heavily.  But this time she didn't feel
embarrassed by the blush.

He laid a hand lightly on her bare knee, making her
whole body shaky.  Then slid it down her leg, tracing
the muscles of her calf.  "Let's get these off first."

He slipped a finger into her sneaker and pushed it off
her foot.  His hand then grasping her foot and
starting to massage it slowly.  The feeling made Sara
catch her breath in sheer pleasure.  She flexed her
toes underneath her sock, yielding to his pressure.

He let go of her foot and placed it carefully back on
the floor.  Then repeated the process with her other
foot.  If it was possible, Sara thought it felt even
better the second time around.

"See what's to be said when you take your time?"  Ben
asked as his hand drifted back up her leg, resting on
her other knee.  "Much better than a stolen moment
underneath a cafeteria table?"

Sara laughed lightly and nodded, biting her lip as she
watched him.  He leaned closer and kissed her again, a
little more intensely now.  Not forcefully, but less
slowly and deliberately.

She sucked the air from his mouth, gasping sharply
when she felt his hand on her chest.  His hand cupping
her right rest through her blouse and bra, making her
eyes go wide and her body rigid for a moment.

His hand didn't move, just lied still, and within
seconds her body relaxed.  Never once through it did
he allow the kiss to be broken.

He withdrew his mouth again, just staring into her
eyes.  His hand shifting and starting to unbutton her
blouse.  Their eyes locked together as his hand
slipped into her shirt, fingers grazing over the cup
of her bra.  Her nipple, already more than excited,
poked tightly against the thin fabric.

Sara stopped breathing, concentrating on just the
painful sensitivity of her nipple, and what he was
doing to it.  His fingers brushed across it again,
causing her to gasp and bite her lower lip.

He slipped his hand back and she expected him to take
her blouse off, but he didn't.  Instead she felt his
hand on her shoulder, drawing her closer to him.  In
her weak state, leaning against him felt more than a
comfort.

Over his shoulder she could see Stacey leaning against
the headboard of the bed, silently watching them.  The
look on her face was of total lust.  She saw Sara
looking at her, she just licked her lips, reaching
down to her waist and unbuttoning her own jeans.

Sara attention was shocked back to Ben when she felt
his hand on her thigh.  His fingers rubbing slowly,
massaging the muscles of her leg.  And slowly drifting
higher.

Stacey continued to watch, pushing her jeans and
panties down.  Knowing that Sara could see her do
this.  Knowing that Sara could easily see her shaved
pussy.

Sara felt Ben's fingertips brush across her panties
for the first time, causing her whole body to shake. 
She cried out loudly, a moan of pleasure and need. 
Sara's eyes just barely focusing on Stacey, who was
busy rubbing herself as she watched her husband touch
Sara.

Sara could tell that her panties were soaked, in the
back of her mind she hoped that Ben wouldn't be
disappointed by that.  As he withdrew his hands and
eased her back on the bed, she thought that her fears
had come true.

She looked up and watched Ben standing over her,
staring down at her.  She wanted to whine out a
protest.  Apologize for what her body was doing, but
her throat was dry.  And she couldn't find any words
to explain.  She couldn't think of any that would
bring him back down to her.

Then he disappeared out of her view, dropping down. 
Before she could decipher this, Sara felt Ben's hands
up underneath her skirt again.  Making her cry out in
anticipation.  

She felt his hands grasp the sides of her panties and
pull them down and off of her.  Then his hands were
gone for a moment, returning when she felt them slip
back under her dress, this time cupping her bare ass
in his hands.

 

"Do you want to stop?"  Ben's asked softly, while
pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.

The only reply Sara could manage was a dull moan.  She
thought it was close enough to a no though.

She felt him kiss the inside of her thigh, his nose
brushing against her most sensitive spots.  "I'm
thinking that none of those other boys ever bothered
to do this for you, yes?"

Sara just shook her head quickly back and forth.  She
wasn't even going to try and speak.  As it was, the
moan was still gurgling in the back of her throat.

She felt him kiss her lips, sending rockets of
pleasure through her body.  Her legs shooting out
straight into the air involuntarily.  Her scream
echoing through the room.

"Shhh..."  Sara heard Stacey whispering in her ear. 
"You're going to have to try to be quieter...  We don't
want hotel security showing up."

Sara mewled a reply, nodding her head quickly.  Ben's
tongue slowly worming its way into her, parting her
lips, making its way deeper.

Sara bit down on her lower lip hard, to keep from
screaming again.  The noises bubbled inside her chest,
screaming to get out.  Making her thrash her head back
and forth.  Her nails clawing at the bed beneath her.

She felt Ben push something else into her.  It felt
huge and stiff.  For a second she thought he was
mounting her.  She looked down across her body
quickly, to see his head still buried between her
legs.  And realized it was just one of his fingers.

His lips found her clit, sucking on that now.  A
rumbling erupted between her legs, the tremors
spreading out through her body, and then it felt like
there was an earthquake in her stomach.

She arched her back up, pushing her hips down against
the bed, her head back on the sheet.  Behind her she
could barely make out Stacey, three of her fingers
buried inside her, while her thumb rubbed her own clit
furiously.

Ben eased a second finger inside her, she felt like
she was about to burst now.  Ben's tongue rasped up
and down against her clit.

Then everything went black.

=======================

Sara groaned as she stirred out of the most wonderful
dream.  She was in Ben and Stacey's hotel room.  Ben
was eating her out.  And Stacey was watching it all
happen.  The dream left a damp spot between her legs
and a warm rosy glow about her.

She stretched and started opened her eyes.

"Well, hello sleepy head."  A voice said, shocking
Sara's eyes open.

Sara looked around quickly and realized she wasn't in
her own bed.  She wasn't even in her own hotel room. 
And looking down over her was Stacey's face.

"Ohmygod!"  Sara shouted in surprise.

"What?"  Stacey looked worried and concerned.  "What's
wrong?"

"It was real?"  Sara continued to look at her wide
eyed.  "It wasn't just a dream?"

"No, it was real."  Stacey replied with a relieved
smile.  "You just kind of...  well, passed out."

Sara blinked at that, disappointed, then looked back
down at herself.  Still in the unknown bed.  She
peeked under the sheet and saw she was still entirely
dressed, well, except for her panties.

"Don't worry.  We didn't take advantage of you while
you were out."  Stacey smirked and leaned closer,
kissing her on the forehead.


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