Mountains Wanted (28 page)

Felicity tilted her head
back in ecstasy and moved her hand between her legs so she could touch herself.
She leaned down and lifted Sarah’s face to hers, their lips meeting as both
murmured soft sighs. Her fingers slid in and out of her wanton slit, and her
other hand reached up to gently cup Sarah’s breast as they kissed. James’
eyes never left the sight of the two intertwined as he deftly pulled his
clothes off and returned to his front row seat propped up against two pillows
at the head of the bed. His erect cock pointed to his navel and his testicles
had swollen, all aching to be touched.

His sudden nudity had
not escaped Felicity’s notice as she broke from her kiss with Sarah to stretch
her body across the bed, giving herself access to James’ cock. She smiled up at
him and licked her lips before her tongue darted out to tease the tip of his
erection. Sarah shifted off the bed and fell to her knees on the carpet between
Scott’s legs. His engorged member also begged for attention and Sarah eagerly
took it deep into her hot, hungry mouth, her hands on his hips allowing her to
control the depth of his strokes. She bobbed up and down for several moments,
then pulled back to watch James, his eyes reduced to slits and his face cinched
in concentration.  

“I think you should go
lick Felicity’s pussy,” Scott suggested after she returned her attentions to
his cock, his hand guiding her head up and down on his shaft.

“Mmmmm,” Sarah sighed,
not requiring much cajoling. She slid back onto the bed and coaxed Felicity
onto her side so that she could still suck James’ cock. She propped one leg up
so that her glistening mound of red curls was aimed directly at Sarah’s face. Sarah
lapped lightly at her pearly pink clit which elicited a surprised gasp from the
redhead’s mouth as if she wasn’t expecting the sensations to be so intense from
such slight pressure. Sarah was encouraged by her response and began to taste
her more fully, delving her tongue into the tight, sweet abyss between her
labia.  

She felt James’ eyes on
her as she parted Felicity’s netherlips with her fingers and licked up and down
her slit, just barely entering her pussy with the tip of her tongue during each
pass. She glanced up at him and his expression had not changed; she could tell
he was finding it a challenge to keep from climaxing in the redhead’s mouth. His
eyes shifted for a moment to a spot behind her, which as soon as she felt the
hand on her ass, Sarah realized James had watched Scott move off the bed and to
a standing position behind Sarah, poised to penetrate her lovely backside with
his long, hard cock.

She winced as she felt
him spread her labia to enter her and the head of his condom-sheathed tool
crash hard into her cervix. She let out a cry as the pain reverberated through
her body, a good pain, one on the very edge of discomfort. She saw a look of
concern verging on panic clinch James’ face but she smiled and mouthed the
words, “I’m fine,” just as Scott thrusted again and took her breath away. Then
Felicity reached for her and pulled her mouth back onto her pulsating sex,
grinding her hips into Sarah’s face, urgently needing to feel her tongue again.

James stood up and
grabbed a condom from the nightstand and unrolled it onto his cock.  He
pulled Felicity’s legs out from under Sarah’s mouth and dragged her to the edge
of the bed. She squealed in delight and Sarah propped herself up on her
forearms to watch James side his thick tool into Felicity’s passage, moistened
with her own desire and Sarah’s saliva, her feet resting on his shoulders. He
moaned, leaning in to get a deeper angle, slowly stroking in and out of her
while she cried out with each thrust.

Scott was clearly
enjoying watching his wife’s pussy being assaulted by a young, fit stud and
began to intensify his own speed as he drilled into Sarah. Sarah and Felicity’s
faces were side by side and turning; they began to kiss again, their tongues
exploring each other’s mouths when they weren’t thrown off course by the
relentless thrusts. Sarah reached her hand down to fondle Felicity’s breasts
while they kissed, feeling her orgasm build around Scott’s skilled cock. The
room started to spin and there were hands and tongues and bodies all in motion,
all grinding and writhing to the same impassioned, consuming rhythm, while
moans and sighs of unbridled rapture filled the air with a symphony of ecstasy.
Sarah screamed, “Oh my god,” and exploded onto Scott’s cock, the pressure
requiring him to slow down so that he could keep from following suit.

This time he took a cue
from James and pulled Sarah’s legs out from under her, flipping her onto her
back so that he could mount her and soon he was back inside her pussy, stroking
deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and turned slightly so she
could watch Felicity gripped by an orgasm, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth
contorted and whispering “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” lightly under her breath
and punctuated by squeals as James moved in time to her spasms.  

Sarah watched the look
of concentration in his face as he waited for Felicity to finish and then
pushed her up on the bed so that he could move in between her legs.
I’m
impressed
, Sarah thought.
Some guys have performance issues the first
time they do a group thing, but he’s taken to this like a duck to water.
 As
if he felt her mind shift onto thoughts of him, he looked down at her and smiled,
reaching for her hand. He laced his fingers through hers and she watched his
asscheeks clench as he thrusted his manhood into the very beautiful redhead
beneath him. They locked eyes and suddenly Sarah felt like they were sharing
something very deep, very intense, very rare. Something she knew was called
compersion.

***

   
       
“I’m
so sorry I didn’t get to celebrate your birthday with you,” Pawel apologized as
he handed Sarah a beautifully wrapped rectangular package.

“Oh, you shouldn’t
have!” she smiled, ripping into the gold paper and setting aside the green velvet
ribbon it was tied with. She held up a copy of a small, leather bound
book. “Oh my god, Pawel, is this a first edition?”

He nodded, a wide grin
spread across his cheeks. “I picked it up when I was in Europe,” he
explained, “and I knew you had to have it.”

“This must have been very
expensive!” Sarah worried. “I can’t even begin to imagine what you might
have paid for it.” She was thinking, based on her knowledge of the
literary masterpiece, in the upper three digits, possibly four.

Pawel shook his head and
drew his finger to her lips. “Don’t say another word.  I’ll be
returning to Poland soon, and I want you to have something special to remember
me by.”

“First off,” Sarah
retorted, “This isn’t special, it’s practically priceless, and secondly, don’t
act like I will never see you again.”

Pawel kissed the top of
her head. “Tell me what you did on your birthday,” he said, masterfully
changing the subject.

“Oh,” Sarah replied,
already distracted, “my friends Rachel and Jack threw me a birthday party.”

Pawel tried to brush off
a little shrug of disappointment at his lack of
invitation.“Did
you take your army guy?”

Sarah nodded. “He knows
Rachel and Jack already,” she explained, hating the sad look he wore. “Oh,
Pawel, don’t be jealous!” She added in a whisper, “Please?”

He patted her hand and
forced his lips into a smile, “You’re right, Princess, so tell me about it.”

“Well, it’s funny that
the word ‘jealousy’ should come up,” she began. “I’ve been thinking a lot about
that word.”

“Is that so?” he
responded, leaning toward her with interest. “I’m dying to know what this
has to do with your birthday party.” He laughed.

“Yes,” she explained.
“Do you know what the opposite of jealousy is?”

Pawel scanned his mind
and came up blank. He shrugged, “Not in English, anyway,” he admitted, still
smiling expectantly.

“Compersion. It’s when
you feel joy seeing your partner derive happiness or pleasure from another
person,” she elaborated. “I felt it at my party, with James.”

“Oh. How
interesting. So please provide some context for this feeling. What precipitated
it?” he asked, sounding academic.

“Well,” she stalled,
wondering how much detail to give. “We were...playing...with another couple. And
watching him with her, well, I enjoyed it. I was happy that he was finding
pleasure in her body.”

“That’s wonderful,
Sarah, and very enlightened.” He put his arm around her and kissed her cheek. “I
would like to think, given a similar circumstance, that I would feel the same
way if I watched someone else make love to you.”

“Right,” Sarah sighed,
unable to picture that scenario for some reason. “I’m troubled though.”

“Why?”

“Despite my best
efforts, I’m having a lot of trouble feeling compersion for James as far as
Maggie is concerned.” Sarah had already explained the whole situation to Pawel,
once shortly after she and James had had their falling out in February, when
he’d recommended that she be patient while James sorted out his feelings, and
then again after she’d returned from Colorado following their reconciliation. He
was not only familiar with the details, he’d also been a good sounding board
and source of support. His angle was also remarkably different than Rachel’s,
which consisted of, “Get him to dump that bitch and devote himself to you.” Pawel
understood why someone would want to maintain multiple relationships; after
all, he had an agreement with his wife to do that very thing. And he understood
how James’ age and life experiences had led him to feel confused about what he
felt and what he wanted.

“You’re frightened,”
Pawel observed, “and insecure.”

Sarah didn’t enjoy being
called either of those things. “How am I insecure?” she questioned, feeling
negativity swiftly bubble up against her carefully constructed shield.

“You feel insecure in
the relationship,” Pawel assessed. “He hasn’t done enough to make you feel like
he’s fully invested in you. There’s too much unknown, too much risk of
heartbreak.”

Much to her dismay, she found
his position inarguable. “He’s in Ohio this week for his mother’s 50th
birthday. He could be with her right now,” she conjectured. She hadn’t seen an
actual picture of Maggie yet, but her mind had already formulated an image of a
tall, leggy blonde. 
I could be totally off
, she thought,
who
knows? 
The thought of a beautiful young woman hanging onto his arm as
they greeted all of his family members, them fondly remembering her from their
high school days, from prom pictures and yearbook photos, it stabbed at Sarah’s
heart.
I don’t like it,
she decided.  
No, scratch that, I
absolutely loathe it.

“When does he leave for
Afghanistan?” Pawel asked, exuding empathy from his dark, bespectacled eyes.

“June,” Sarah replied. “I
know I shouldn’t expect him to have this figured out.  It’s not fair to
force him into figuring out what he wants to do with the rest of his life when
he’s getting ready to go off to war. But I just feel...this...pressure...sense
of urgency...” She sighed as her mind scrambled for the right words. “I don’t
know how to say it. I feel like I’m on the verge of losing him and I’m
angry at myself because I wish just knowing he loves me was good enough.”

“Have you told him what
you actually want?” Pawel asked.

Sarah shook her head. “I’m
afraid to; I don’t want to scare him.” She gripped Pawel’s hands with her own
as she let her words finally give a voice to what her heart had been feeling
for months, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this strongly about anyone. I’m just
crazy about him. Meaning, he makes me crazy.” She percolated a little,
sparkling laugh, fully admitting how irrational her mind could be when it came
to James.  

“Oh, Sarah, I’m trying
to feel compersion too,” Pawel admitted, taking her into his arms. His voice
had cracked a little, and Sarah realized how hard he was clinging to his
sensibilities, and how hard he had fallen for her, despite trying to downplay
it for the benefit of their friendship. The words were unspoken between them,
and she knew it was because he didn’t know if she could return the sentiments.

Not in the same way that
he does,
Sarah considered,
but
I do love him. He’s a beautiful man, so thoughtful, so sincere. He is
deliberate and eloquent, so impassioned about his work. He listens and really
hears what I’m saying, better than perhaps any friend I’ve ever had. I do love
him
, Sarah thought,
and I want to make sure he knows before he goes how
much I care for him.

Then her thoughts turned
darker:
but what if James only loves me in the way I love Pawel? What if
it’s just a deep, intense friendship and nothing romantic? 
She shook
her head to drive away the marching tears that threatened to flood her eyes at
any time as she clung to Pawel’s wiry frame.
But how do you explain the
sexual chemistry?
she wondered.
 How do you explain the fact that
our bodies seem to be viscerally magnetized toward each other?
She lost the
battle and broke into sobs against Pawel’s shoulder.

It all seems so unfair
, she whimpered.
Why do we have to have such
deep, irrational, uncontrollable feelings when they can’t be returned? It seems
a cruel trick of nature that we’re biologically wired to have these intense and
profound desires. All I want is James, and I don’t think I will ever truly be
able to have him. I feel like my whole body, not just my poor heart, is
breaking over him.