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Sara -- Returning home that same weekend

Sara's eyes darted up to the rideshare's rearview mirror, scanning to see where the driver's eyes were positioned. She was usually the bold one in her relationship, but it was Alison's hand that was currently snaking under the waistband of her skirt. After a moment of frustration, she felt a tug at the zipper on the backside. Still, the fabric was so tight that even a cursory glance in her direction would leave no doubt where her lover's hand was. Not that she had any compulsion to inhibit her progress, she just did not want to get caught by a random driver. Sara was not one to typically go commando when out and about, especially not in a skirt. What had been a liability for the first portion of the night had her libido on a low simmer all evening.

It was not that typical for Alison to be so playful during the school year; being the least senior assistant principal for a large high school meant that she was often the one going to early morning activities. Instead of going out on Friday evenings, they would go to bed early. As soon as her fall activities would be winding down, Sara's coaching obligations would rob their weekends.

Sara embraced the contact, with a wary eye on their driver. She parted her legs slightly as skillful fingers plied their trade on her naked kitty. "So smooth," Alison whispered, perhaps a little too loudly, or maybe Sara's sensitive hearing was making it seem too intense. The thumping, EDM, beat blasting from the small SUV's speakers was more than likely obscuring her partner's outbursts. She hoped the same beat would hide her whimpers and moans if she could not hold up on the onslaught of her fiancée's seasoned fingers.

Alison's particularly amorous mood was likely precipitated by the excellent evening they had spent out with her new school leadership. Gone was the elderly head principal who had never entirely accepted lifestyles separate from his own. While he was a decent school leader and had a pleasant enough personality, there was still some animosity. Although he did not have much of a concern about Alison being a lesbian, the fact that they lived together before marriage or at least being engaged had been a point of light friction. The new head principal seemed much more open to them. Sara had the impression that she had made an excellent formal introduction to the middle-aged woman. Alison had been excited about getting her assigned to their school since the former principal announced his retirement.

In addition to a great meal with her staff, the school had beat their hated rival for the first time in nearly a decade, in a stunning come from behind win. Couple that success with running into some great friends at Lou's after the game, and some stories of their wilder days in college, It was a recipe for a great Friday night that looked to be ending even better. The application of several martinis to one another's inhibitions had also had a lubricating effect. Sara kept her eyes forward and attempted to keep a placid look on her face as Alison continued her play. She knew that Alison would probably take it as a challenge, putting her on edge to give away what was going on.

Deft fingers parted Sara's lips, titillating her nethers. A shock and shudder pulsed up her spine, flaring an ember of desire within her to life. Soft lips kissed her neck before nibbling up behind her ear. Sara pushed her legs apart just a little, giving Alison more room to work. A thumb flicked out and circled her clitoris, sending a second reinforcing slam up against her spine. Desperately, she wanted to reach over and return the favor, then pull off her clothes and make love to Alison in the back of the SUV. She doubted strongly that the man in his early thirties would mind the show. However, she looked out the window to see that they were turning on to their block. She didn't want Alison to get caught with her hand in the cookie jar when they pulled up to their house.

"We're home, love," She whispered, placing a hand on Alison's wayward wrist. Sara did breathe a slight sigh of relief when Alison caught the hint. Slowly she snaked her hand from under her waistband, but not before a parting caress on her way out. Sara zipped herself back up as the song changed. He had to have heard that. The driver's facial expression did not change. Might have gotten away with it. A glance out the window showed that the lights in her house were still on as they drove up. Samantha and Derek seemed to be awake. Interesting She was not 100% sure how she felt about the two of them lounging around the house in the nude all weekend, but any excuse to see Samantha in her birthday suit was one she would gladly take.

Sara thanked the driver and opened the garage; as soon as Alison had sprung from the door, she moved briskly to the garage, tugging Sara by the hand along in her wake. The driver lingered for a moment, seeming to want to ensure that they were getting into their house alright before he took off. His vigilance did not turn creepy as he pulled off kıbrıs escort as they walked into the garage. "Close it," Alison ordered, pulling Sara into her arms, lips ferociously on hers. Sara pressed the button and pushed back on Alison, driving them both into Samantha's car's rear fender. No longer having to have a modicum of modesty, fingers started to unbutton Alison's blouse. Not breaking the series of passionate, frenzied kisses, Alison's hands were on Sara's hips and then on her skirt's zipper. Sara kicked off the dress as it tumbled to the garage floor.

Alison's fingers began to explore her creases and folds, going back to coaxing pleasurable sighs from her. Sara broke the embrace for a moment as she finished unbuttoning Alison's blouse. Alison took the cue and discarded the garment on the floor. Sara pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the ground. Alison took the opportunity to free her ample bosoms from confinement. A couple of seconds later and Sara was naked before Alison's Topless form. She put a hand behind her neck and pulled Alison Down to her lips. Again, Alison's digits returned to their task; this time, they did not keep their toil external. Her wet pussy, welcomed new the stimulation, pulsing out waves of pleasure into her body.

Sara did want to leave Alison out of the fun, shifting her mouth from Alison's down to her breasts. Sara had always been a little jealous of Alison's large, natural breasts. Genetics had not blessed her body so, but at least she had a pair like this to play with regularly. Lips wrapped around her nipple and then flicked the hardening nub with her tongue repeatedly. Years of making love to the same woman told her exactly how to get the best reaction out of Alison. A loud sigh bellowing from her lover's lips further confirmed that she was on the correct path. A heartbeat later, Alison was picking her up and spinning her around, ass now seated atop Samantha's car.

A sequel of delight mixed with surprise issued from Sara, changing to a giggle. "Someone is excited this evening." Alison nodded in response then teased open Sara's legs just a little with her hands. Sara had to stabilize herself on the car's trunk, leaving her arms occupied as her fiancée went to work on her.

Alison leaned in for a kiss, and when she withdrew, passionate kiss planted, she pinned her eyes on Sara's, lust and determination blazing in her glare. Alison's hands went into action without breaking the eye-line, first dragging against her labia, sending more shivers of pleasure speeding toward her spine. "I am going to need you to cum for me," Alison commanded. Fingers sunk into her waiting vagina, seeking to please her g-spot. Other digits were teasing around the nub of nerves at the crown of her labia, but not yet applying the attention for which she was yearning. A couple of breaths later, the desperation was briefly quenched, stroke of the thumb flared across it.

Sara moaned a long low exhalation of pleasure; Alison seemed to take the moan as cheering her on, pushing into her clitoris as her opposite fingers found her most sensitive parts within her. "I think that can be arranged, my lady. Just as long as you are prepared to do the same." Face contorting briefly in her most mischievous look before it faded back into another blissful sigh.

"Oh, we'll just have to see about that." Alison waggled her eyebrows, looking like a cat that was playing with a mouse. Her head descended to wrap her lips around one nipple, sucking it greedily into her mouth. Another blast of sensation ripped through her nervous system, pleasantly adding another sense to the building pleasure within her. Her mouth did not stay long at her nipple, briefly passing over and repeating her motions over her other breast before descending slowly down her stomach, kissing each of her abdominal muscles independently. Although Alison's hands never stopped their movements around and, in her vagina, Sara felt herself, subconsciously canting her hips up in anticipation of the coming of her paramour's expert mouth.

She was always surprised that she could have additional wetness that had to be coating Alison's hands. She gave in to the need to cry out in pleasure, echoing off the garage walls, mingling the wet sounds of Alison's hands moving in an out of her. Alison must have sensed weakness, lips wrapping around her swollen clitoris, setting off fireworks within her. Between a night of teasing Alison, the fingering in the ride home, and the naughtiness of the situation, those fireworks were already awfully close to setting off a chain reaction within her. Short-fused dynamite would need only catch the smallest of sparks to set off a massive explosion.

Again, Alison must have sensed that she only needed the slightest push to get Sara past the line. She looked up from between Sara's legs, thumb pressing into Sara's clit, fingers working her g-spot like a musician playing a violin. "Cum for me now, baby!" Her hips once again leaned into the stimulation and let the fuse get lit. She felt konya escort her pussy contract rhythmically around Alison's fingers as the explosion was touched off. She shut her eyes and embraced the orgasm.

"Ohh... Yeah..." Sara yelled into the garage. She leaned back, hands gripping the sides of Samantha's trunk as pleasure blasted through her nervous system. She was surprised at the power of the orgasm, considering the short amount of time that they had been at it. Her vision, with eyelids shut tight, exploded like bright fireworks in the late-night hours. She felt the pressure that had been building suddenly dissolve into pure bliss. Alison's hands had shifted from her vagina to her hips. She writhed through the pleasurable detonation, thankful that those strong hands were keeping her from falling from her precarious perch.

The sensation was incredible, legs shaking and clinching around Alison's still clothed waist. The fiery desire that had set off the outburst slowly started to morph from taking care of her own pleasure to getting Alison to cum at least as hard as she was. The first of what she hoped would be at least a couple of plateaus of pleasure released its grip on her nerves. Sara sat up and locked lips with Alison, tasting her juices on her lover's tongue.

"That looked like a good one," Alison whispered as they broke the kiss. Sara's breathing and heart rate returned to normal as one last shiver of pleasure pulsed through her naked body.

"It was, but now I am going to need you to take off your pants." Sara slid off the trunk of Samantha's car and placed a hand in the middle of Alison's chest, lightly encouraging her to take a couple of steps back. As was common in their love life, they traded the more dominant role silently between the two of them; Sara was going to take the lead until she had driven Alison to at least as hard as an orgasm as she just shuddered through.

That hand in the center of Alison's chest maneuvered them around so that Alison was leaning on the car. Her hand traced down the center of her lover's body, not stopping when the hindrance of clothing impaired its advance. Attacking fingers glided over Alison's smooth mound, her ears straining to hear the change in breathing that accompanies her falling past her fiancée's clitoris. Alison rewarded Sara with a gasp that she loved hearing; no matter how many times she heard her girlfriend's breathing affected by her, it never stopped setting her own heart aflutter. Continued down further, she could feel the burning desire as well as the slick wetness that she needed to taste.

After curling a couple of fingers into Alison, Sara withdrew her digits. Giving her clit a little attention on the way out, she had to remove the impediment to her lips and tongue, finding Alison's vagina. Hands went to either side of Alison's pants, pulling down the slacks as well as the pair of pink panties beneath. Allowing Alison to step out of the legs, Sara tossed the pants over her shoulder to land in a growing pile of clothing near the door.

Before her was the smooth pussy that she loved so very much. It had taken a couple of days since her first wax session to get clear of the irritation, but now the whole expanse of smooth skin felt delightful beneath her fingertips. Sara could keep her mouth from her partner's vagina no longer. As she licked the slit from the clit down, Alison shuddered under her movements. Sara slipped a finger down the same path as she leaned back and smiled up at Alison. The same finger slid inside Alison, eliciting the slightest of moans from her.

Sara's lean back in toward Alison was arrested by movement in the corner of her eye. She looked over to see a very shocked appearing Samantha standing in the doorway, mouthing something in their direction. "Sorry," she whispered while slowly and softly closing the door. In response, Sara started laughing.

"Whelp, I believe we just got caught," Sara said while standing up. "Do you want to finish this here or go to the bedroom?" She leaned up to kiss Alison, whose skin had been stained a bright red with embarrassment.

"I guess the moment is ruined," She sighed a little loudly, an unmistakable mix of bashfulness spiced with the frustration of still needing to get off. Alison paused a moment before saying, "Plus, we have that new toy you got me last weekend." She walked over and started to gather up her clothes.

"You going to get dressed? I am thinking; I am buzzed, so, fuck it. We can clean up in the morning." Sara declared, picking up the small clutch bag that served as her purse. She grabbed Alison's shoulder bag and handed it to her.

"You know what? Fuck it. If this Derek guy is here often, I don't want to give up being naked in my own home. No time like the present to get over the embarrassment! The last couple of martinis might help a little." Alison replied, grabbing her bag from Sara's hand.

Sara took Alison's unburdened hand and interlocked fingers with her as she pulled the pair of them to the door. She had always kuşadası escort been the type to run towards strife throughout her life, be it confrontation or, as it was now, a little unease with a situation. If she ran towards it, she could get through it faster. It was very much a case of her on-court persona bleeding into her life. It also helped that she was guiding Alison along. Sara knew that if she projected confidence, Ally would feel more at ease and her being with her was all the bedrock she needed.

On opening the door, she could immediately see that Samantha had thrown herself into cleaning. She was standing in front of the sink, back to the garage entry. That ass was always amazing; it always had been the entire time Sara had known her. Samantha had a red sash tied around her waist, the only semblance of clothing that she had on. The belt was making her butt pop even more than its usual well-toned self.

The entire time that the group of girls had been friends and roommates, Sara had harbored a secret. Samantha had been Sara's first girl-crush. She had fallen for a rival player from across town while they had been in high school. Sara did not know herself at the time, but she had spent more than one evening masturbating and dreaming of being with Samantha. When they became friends and learned that Samantha was straight, those feelings were put on the backburner but maintained a slow simmer. She had tried to block out those angsty teenage feelings completely, but the fact that Samantha was often naked in her own home had not allowed the emotions to die out.

Not that she would trade her life with Alison for anything. She was happy to have found a soulmate that completed her life. That did not mean that those lustful feelings did not sometimes invade her fantasies. Sara, however, would not let those feelings change the way she acted around her roommate. "How about a knock, girl!" She teased in Samantha's direction.

"Sorry, I thought I had heard the garage earlier, and I wanted to see what was going on."

"Certainly, saw that." Alison chimed in.

"Not like you haven't seen it before!" Sara laughed before she thought to look around to see if Derek was in the room. Suddenly, she became acutely aware that the TV was on in the living room, and a man was trying to keep his focus on it; his occasional peeks in their direction were not as subtle as he probably thought they were. Probably trying to not stare at the trio of naked women in the kitchen She pivoted back to Samantha, who had turned to look at them, blushing and eyes wide, darting over towards Derek in the living room before returning to her. "So, that's Derek, I guess."

"I see you two are still naked." Samantha smiled with an approving nod. "Yes, this is Derek; come say hi." The man hopped up off the sectional and walked over to them. Although he was not a Greek statue, she could see a little of what Samantha probably saw in him. Of course, he was completely nude, the penis looked a little small, but what did she know? Her points of reference were from pornos and not real life. He was tall, body somewhere between lean and muscular.

"Hi, I am Derek." He said with a wave. "You must be Sara pleased to meet you. And Alison, I presume."

"Hello, Derek. Nice to finally meet you. We have heard stories." Alison said. It was Derek's turn to look embarrassed.

"I am sure you have. Hopefully, some of them are good." He smiled widely.

"You two have some fun tonight?" She could tell by the way they both smiled they had. "Well, we'll leave you two to have some more; it looks like you still have some condoms to go through." She pointed to a stack of condoms that adorned the half-wall leading to the living room. She laughed as they both turned red, and Derek put his hand over the pile of four or five condoms. "You two have some more fun; I am going to go have sex with my fiancée!" She declared and slapped Alison's ass as she pulled her through the kitchen and down the hall to their bedroom.

Alison turned red as well, the perfect trifecta Sara thought, waving back at the opposite pair. "Nice to meet you; hope to talk to you more tomorrow." Sara pulled her into their bedroom and shut the door as the couple collapsed on the bed in a heap of passion that was about to explode.

Samantha -- a little earlier

Samantha felt rather content, lying on the couch next to Derek as an old comedy that they could agree on played on the TV. After their first sexual encounter, they had taken a shower together that had led to standing, wet, slippery sex in the water. His strong arms were holding her up as he thrust into her, back on the shower tile, was yet another dynamic memory that would be likely etched in her brain.

After that session, they did need refueling. Derek had offered to cook something, but a cursory search of the kitchen did not find any real ingredients outside of breakfast foods, so they had to settle for delivery. Samantha had dropped another one of her dares on making sure that Derek was the one to grab the food off the porch after the delivery driver had driven off. She smiled, thinking that she had no idea what she would have done if it had been one of the times that the delivery driver did not read the directions to leave the food on the porch.