Taboo

Keywords: Ch., 10, Lay, Sally, Down,

Hours later, his chest once again struggling to recover his breath, Scott lay blanketed by Sally's hair, her body languid next to him, cradled in his arms. He wasn't sure how he had managed to ring a sweet soft climax from her lips after the explosions from earlier. But his heart had demanded that the satisfied beast in him move aside and let him gently love her.

Convinced that she was blissfully asleep, her voice, though soft, startled him, "You saw her?"

His hands lifted the golden strands of her hair as he stared at it thoughtfully. "Yes." The quiet filled with soft breaths as both considered how to handle this topic.

"She hasn't known a man's touch in all this time," Sally shared softly. His understanding of this area of her life was now forced to the forefront of her mind.

Scott absorbed the statement, confounded again by the mysterious dark-haired beauty. He wasn't sure how Sally would take his honest observations of her friend. "That surprises me. Of course, Amy is constantly surprising me. But she is so naturally sensual. She was..." words ran out on him as he struggled to find a middle ground that wouldn't make Sally unnecessarily jealous.

Lifting her head and propping it on an elbow that she rested on his chest, she looked at him, her face gentle. "She was beautiful and erotic."

Wetting his lips, he met her look and saw her open honest gaze. Lips tipped in amusement, he said, "She's not the only woman that keeps surprising me." He then leaned in to kiss her nose.

Silence reigned a few minutes more as Sally traced patterns thru the hair of his chest. "Tonight was unusual for her, Scott. She normally can't find release without the touch of someone else." She took a deep fortifying breath, and forged on. "That someone else is me."

His breath caught in his chest as the image of the two contrasting women wrapped around each other in passion filled his mind, and the tired flesh between his legs roused weakly.

Sally misread his reaction, "It can stop, it will, Scott. I didn't mean..."

He shushed her as his hand closed over hers on his heart. The flesh between his legs selfishly screaming "like hell it will stop – not until I get to watch, it won't. "Frowning at his own carnal thoughts, he said softly, "It doesn't have to if it's something that's important to you or something you enjoy." His heart was pounding, "let it be something you enjoy, please, god in heaven."

Timidly, her voice reached him over his body's internal debate, "Would you think it weird or strange if it did? If I did, I mean...Shit!" She buried her head in his chest in frustration.

Laughing now, Scott lifted her glowing face. "Sally, baby do you know what it does to me to think of you with Amy?" He groaned as he shifted his hips, "If I could manage an erection right now, I'd be rock hard."

Blue eyes twinkled with amusement as a smile slowly lifted her lips, "Oh? You like that idea, do you?" She shifted her leg over his sensually.

"Hell, yes, I like the idea. Now, quit that, regardless of what my dick thinks, it isn't up to another round right now." Falling back to the bed, he sighed with frustrated longing. "I don't know how I'll stand waiting for you to come back to bed when you're with her, imagining the things you'll do to each other, but know this – you better be prepared to be fucked long and hard when it happens." The movie picture playing in his mind was driving him crazy. Even without the blood necessary to fill his flesh, he ached.

Sally's finger went back to tracing his chest muscles as she stilled her leg's amorous activity. "Who said you had to imagine?" Wicked words for a man near insanity.

His heart crashed to a stop in his chest. Barely gasping enough air for words, he lifted his head by the neck to stare in fascination at her grinning face. "But I thought...well, I thought Amy wouldn't want me there." Oh, shit! He didn't know if he could stand any more of these women's surprises.

"Amy panics when she's "alone" with a man, if I'm there and he doesn't touch her, she's ok." A throaty chuckle escaped her. "Hell, she's more than ok – she insanely passionate."

"Oh, shit!" The words escaped him with a grunt as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Sally was having way too much fun teasing him.

Then the horror of the situation hit him, how was he to control his reaction to Amy in the throes of passion and not hurt Sally's feelings. It was Sally he wanted, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't have a very sexual reaction to Amy.

"Maybe it would be better if I wasn't there." He swallowed his disappointment and ignored his body's insistence that he take that back right now.

"Why?" Sally's brow wrinkled in confusion.

Biting the corner of his lip, he tried to find a way out of this female quagmire.

"I don't know, just...won't it bother you to have me looking at Amy?"

"No, why would it?" Sally was honestly confused.

Well, shit, he was going to have to say it – just lay it on the line.

"Sally, I'm a man, honey, I'm going to react to seeing Amy like that. It won't have anything to do with emotion. I don't want you to think it does, and I don't want to hurt you even if it's only by mistake."

She laughed at him as her heart warmed with love.

Scott didn't think it was so funny. He'd poured his heart out, given up his favorite fantasy, and she'd laughed at him.

"What's so funny about that?" he frowned at her, disgruntled.

"Scott, if I look at Amy and get turned on, if it turns me on to touch her or have her touch me, will it hurt your feelings?" She lifted her brow mocking him, knowing the answer to that now.

"Well, no."

"Well, there you go. I'm counting on you reacting to the whole thing, Amy included, just like you do when we include Sam."

There was another image to drive him crazy. An agonized groan rumbled in his chest at the thought. "Sally, you're killing me."

Two nights later, both Sally and Scott were wakened by Amy's scream shattering the stillness of the night. Scott immediately rose and grabbed up his pants, his heart thudding in fear and adrenaline racing thru his bloodstream at the horror in her cry.

Sally stopped him with a hand to his arm. "Scott, it's a nightmare, baby. She's just having a nightmare. Stay here, I'll go."

Pulling a robe on, Sally made her way to the guest room and Amy, leaving Scott to sink to the bed, his heart racing with nowhere to go. Worried that seeing a man, any man, might make things worse for Amy, he did as she asked and stayed put.

Thirty minutes had past and no sound had come from the room. Making his way down the hallway, Scott intended to stay out of sight and just listen at the door to reassure himself that she was ok.

As he drew close, the soft sounds of female moaning flowed from the open doorway, wrapping around his cock and stroking a groan from his throat. He silently padded to the side of the bed. The black sheet cut across Sally's chest at an angle hiding one breast and exposing the pale flesh of the one closer to him. Her soft fingers were teasing and pulling at her nipple as a hand below the sheet rode between her legs, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm his heartbeat chose to match. Her neck was lifted, her head thrown back with her mouth open, emitting erotic sighs and moans that pulled at the throbbing cock between his legs.

He couldn't see Amy anywhere, the moonlight stopped at Sally and the rest of the bed lay in the inky black darkness of the satin sheets. Assuming Sally had just dozed here in the bed after Amy fell asleep, he lowered himself to the side of the bed, intending to whisper to Sally to come to bed with him, when Sally moaned, "Scott, baby, right there...Ahhh" Her throaty cry had his hand slipping under the covers to join hers and touch her heat, his intentions forgotten with the speeding of his heart beat. Ok, he thought, he'd help her finish here and take her to bed in a minute to finish again.

"Right here, Sally? Is that it?" He whispered as his hand reached the velvet warmth of her folds and felt the edge of her fingers. As they started to withdraw, he brought them back and held them under his with light pressure encouraging them to continue. They hesitantly found their rhythm again as her breath caught in excitement and the moisture grew under his fingertips. Leaving the slender hand to its caress, he lowered his fingers, separating the folds of her slick slit and rimmed her vaginal opening.

Mouth watering, he lowered his head to suck the distended nipple in front of him into his hungry mouth. Sally's hand tangled in his hair as she pulled him to her and arched to fill his mouth. His chest rumbled with a deep groan as he slid a thick finger inside her clenching sheath. Her hips sank into the bed, withdrawing his finger and then lifted to sink him deeper into her depths.

"Aaaahh...more..." Her hips had found a rhythm and she danced under two hands as he slipped another finger into her on the next thrust. The spasm of her tight walls fevered his flesh and made his cock jump in agonized jealously. His mouth moved up to the expanse of neck, nuzzling and spreading the shivers that skimmed her skin.

"So hot, Sally – so tight. My cock wants to slip into these walls and feel you come." His mouth rose and pulling her head down with his other hand he covered her lips with his own, thrusting his tongue in tandem with his fingers. "Come for me, Sally." He was impatient now, ready to carry her to bed.

She moaned into his mouth hungry for more as both her hands pulled at his hair. Her teeth clashed with his as she chased his tongue and drew it into her mouth, sucking hard in mimicry of the milking of her cunt on his fingers.

Sally spread her legs, wanting him between them, needing the feeling of his thighs between hers, his cock spearing her. The soft warmth of Amy was pressed against her side, her hot little mouth closed on a nipple as her fingers danced against Sally's clit. Amy's thighs grasped Sally's leg between them, stroking the wet heat of her pussy against her and moaning on the nipple in her mouth.

Keywords: Ch., 10, Lay, Sally, Down,