Law of the BloodChapter 24 A Surprising Relative
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It was one of those short but deep naps that seemed to erase what had been going on for the past hour. She was aware she was in bed spooned into a warm body. But it took the mussed red hair in front of her eyes to jog her back to an awareness that she was in bed with Sioban. Smiling she thought, There’s such spontaneity in young people. Raising her head, she looked at the clock. OMIGOSH it’s 6:13! Stirring the body pressed into hers she said, “Wake up Sioban.”
The redhead stirred, said, “Wha...,” looked at the clock that was at eye level, and saw the time. “I’m sorry,” she said as if it were her fault, wiping saliva from her mouth and chin and bouncing out of bed. The warm wetness on her bottom began to cool which made her feel even more guilty. “I’m so sorry Colette.” First “I’m sorry” because Arthur is coming at 7:00, second because of the mess I’ve made on your towels.”
“That’s why we put the towels there dear,” Colette said to mollify her as she sprang from the bed as well. “I think you’ll have to shower at your residence Sioban, I have to do a quick job of retting up. That won’t be too bad, but you’ll have to get on the move.”
Sioban put on her top, her panties, and Levi’s, picking up her purse and putting her bra inside it. Slipping into her shoes she went into the bathroom and washed her hands and face to minimize the smell of Colette’s sex. After brushing her hair, she went back into the bedroom where Colette had already removed the towels, had taken off the sheets, and was remaking the bed. “Let me help,” she said.
“Okay, Colette. But as soon as we’re done you have to scoot.”
During the short walk to Wembley Park Station, she realized how much at ease she was walking. It was also apparent how her vaginal lips seemed to be sliding in her magnificently lubricated crotch. She was amazingly relaxed and had such a feeling of positive self-regard. While waiting for the train she hugged herself, canted her head to touch her shoulders, and remembered how sweetly Colette had hugged her before she left. Having grown up in a large family whose mother was literally swamped she had never been hugged by her mother nor any other female that she could remember. While during their naked sex it was all about hugging: fondling, caressing, and titillating.
But the hug at the door was special. It told her that Colette really did hold her in high regard ... she felt loved. Colette is a special person she thought. What an amazing circumstance that I met Arthur. I was literally compelled to make sure that we got together and had sex. Without Colette, it would have happened. I would never have felt those special vibes that attracted me to him. It was like I knew he would be good. And tonight, she will be giving him the key that will make such a wonderful sexual future for our college days.
As the train started, she looked out the window seeing the dark sides of the tunnel moving by with a light flashing every now and again. She looked at her reflection in the glass and realized she was wearing a broad grin which almost made her laugh out loud. Considering how uptight she had been on the way to Colette’s she recalled being conflicted about what might happen when she got there. She had hoped she was wrong about the reason she had been invited to tea. The kiss at the Cotswold’s had fixed the idea in her head. She hoped it actually wouldn’t come out that way. At the same time, she wanted to be close to Colette and wished it might. That woman put a fucking spell on me she thought. When tea was over and it happened, she said to herself, WHOOPEE ‘here we go!’ I hope she thinks I’m good enough for her... then how could anybody not be good with Colette? Arthur’s praise of his mentor had set a high bar.
Having grown up in a large Irish Catholic family Sioban was one of eleven children. As more children were born it became the responsibility of the second oldest sister Caitlin to raise the younger children. When their mom wasn’t bearing children, she was working outside of the house in the family grocery store and was often gone when Sioban was growing up. Until Colette hugged her before leaving her flat no adult woman had ever hugged her before. Besides having the pleasant afternoon tea and the delicious sex, what endeared her most to the woman was that hug. As she looked at her window it was as if scenes of the day were appearing on the glass around her reflection. Remembering their parting she wrapped her arms around her body and for the first time in a long while felt genuinely good about herself.
Being invited for tea was a classy occurrence she rarely got to enjoy. It was not as relaxing as it could have been because of the undercurrent of whether or not Colette would hit on her for sex. When she ended up initiating the kiss in Colette’s flat to show her gratitude for what she was doing for Arthur and the confusion she had felt coming in proved to be more from desire than avoidance. What happened after that was a segue into seamless choreography. Both participants had an equal penchant for sex and merely played their part in the destiny in which their paths had merged.
As scenes played out in the reflection in the train window her body came alive with the memory of their kisses, undressing, their nipples touching as their breasts came together. While she didn’t squirt while in her seat on the train, she remembered how forceful her first orgasm in Colette’s bed had been and how even though Colette had been so careful in spreading the towels, she laughed when she realized how forceful Sioban’s first discharge had been. There was nothing but understanding from Colette. And then a careful exploration of the wonder of each other’s bodies that made her realize the value of having a true female friend.
It had been a long time since she had sex with another female, mostly because she and her childhood friend had been so curious. It happened again a few times in high school. They were exciting, knowledge-gathering incidents, nothing to the level she had just experienced with Colette though. In the midst of reliving that eye-opening experience she knew that eighty-five percent of her sexual pursuits would be male Colette had shown her a diversion that Sioban knew she could fall back on if she ever needed an alternative to fill a void. In the afterglow of their encounter, her body was still singing. I want more she thought, pondering that Colette would be enjoying Arthur’s application of his cock this evening. She said to the air, “So I might as well take advantage of the situation that is available.”
Ryan was getting ready to make a run to Spike’s and meet with the lads. Arthur had left about a half-hour ago ... said he was going to Colette’s. “Isn’t this the first time you’re going to her flat since you got here?” he asked. He thought it might have had to do with Colette’s change of plans last Saturday night when she was supposed to be spending the night with Arthur but had stepped aside so Sioban could be alone with him in the mirrored bedroom. That change was a surprise to both guys.
“Yes, Colette had a gap day today and for some reason wants me to spend the night with her.”
Having had the benefit of being introduced to Colette’s brand of sex Ryan said, “This will be the first time she will have you back at her flat since the day you came in won’t it?” After having been with her that Saturday night he felt a sting of jealousy toward his roommate, wishing it could be him. He had finally come to accept that Arthurs luck with women was somewhere in the stratosphere: Colette, Sioban, and the Twins, though he had participated fully with the twins. When Colette made the sleeping arrangements at Bourne on the Water he ended up with Sioban that afternoon, was happy with the pairing, and expected it to last through the night. But when Colette changed the parameters and he found he would be sleeping with Colette he was at first intimidated. But as the older woman guided him through sex the way she preferred he promptly saw how his cocksmanship would vastly improve.
Just as he was putting on his jacket there was a knock on the door. Opening it he was surprised to see Sioban standing there. “Arthur’s not here Sioban,” he said.
“I knew he wouldn’t be Ryan; I understand he is going to Colette’s for dinner.”
She hadn’t come to the room since Arthur’s first week in school. “I’m just going to meet the lads at Spike’s,” he said, confused as to why she was there. He had never seen her at Spike’s. “Maybe you would like to come with me. These guys are some rather good blokes.”
“Arthur has spoken well of them,” Sioban said. “So far, he’s never let me down regarding the kind of people he associates with. You for instance, with whom I had such a great time last weekend.”
Ryan had been thrilled to meet Arthur’s two women Colette and Sioban for the first time on Saturday. He still couldn’t believe being asked to go to Bourne on the Water, to take that kind of trip as Arthur’s airline stewardess’s guest. And the sex we all had. He was trying to figure out why Sioban had come to the dorm when Arthur wasn’t there. True he had sex with her Saturday morning in the Cotswold’s but he still considered her Arthur’s girl. Maybe she thought I was that good. And after the night with Colette, I’m even better. But he just didn’t know how to proceed without Arthur’s blessing. “It was great being with you over the weekend Sioban. Actually, I was disappointed when Colette changed the rules, and you spent the night with Arthur.”
Sioban thought it was nice of him to say so but was convinced that the evening with Colette was more beneficial for him, particularly since hers with Colette today was so spectacular yet left her so horny. Deciding to test his tolerance for honesty she said, “I’m afraid I influenced her in that regard, Ryan. I fully looked forward to spending the night with you but when she asked if Arthur and I had sex since that night you gave us the room, she insisted that we make the change.”
He didn’t want to come across as being immature, but he couldn’t help wanting to ask, “So is Arthur that much better at sex than me?”
Having the idea that something like that might be going through his mind she said, “Every one of us: Colette, yourself and your mates have been charmed by Arthur. We have all taken to him without reservation. And as you know it’s not only about the sex. It’s that at seventeen years old bloke that seems to be able to navigate any situation that confronts him.”
She would have loved to share the news about Colette giving Arthur a key to her flat, but she agreed to let Arthur share that news with him. “But enough about Arthur, Colette, and your mates Ryan. I’ve come here in hopes that you would be here, and we could spend time together alone. I loved the time we had together Saturday afternoon in Bourne Ryan. Since Arthur is with Colette I would like to spend more time with you. Do you suppose that I could come in?”
“Oh yes, come in. I was just...”
With an accommodating smile, she put the tip of her index finger against his lips and said, “Shh,” before he might say something stupid, and walked through the door. Taking the initiative to close the door behind her she put her hand behind his head and pulled it into a “being welcomed” kiss, said, “I thought you’d never ask then kissed him again.
There was something about the feel of Sioban’s lips that gave him the idea that her visit wasn’t just something unexpectedly. They were so incredibly soft—soft like they had been giving a blow job. He had no conception that it had been fellatio rather than cunnilingus. And her kiss was telling different things as well: neediness, hunger, desperation, desire, demand, control. He needed no direction to open his mouth and merge tongues. The pressure of his swelling penis against the rough denim of his Levi’s had become his director.
As their moaning emanations filled the room his hand snapped to her crotch, his index and middle finger pressing hard against the rough, sewn seam. Jesus, I still can’t get over it he thought as the wetting in the fabric told of Sioban’s peculiar gushing proclivity which he had experienced on Saturday. It was something that not only fascinated him, but it was also an aphrodisiac.
As usual, the bottom of Sioban’s stomach dropped at first gush and she thought, SHIT, these are the best panties I’ve ever worn and I’m fucking them up already. But cumming for her was more than a source of ecstatic joy, it was an addiction. She loved that Ryan had obviously experienced pressing clits through rough denim material as she shuddered in her silk-drenching orgasm.
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