The Reunion (8 page)

At the last second, Maria backed off
of him and used her hands to pump his seed all over her belly and pussy. She’d
been right. Adam came in buckets. Maria was laughing. She dipped her fingers in
the come pooling at her waist and held a finger up for Sarah to see and then
slowly sucked it clean.

Sarah clawed at her clit and came
quickly without taking her gaze off of Maria cleaning herself and Adam. Once
she was able to breathe again, Sarah stood on shaky legs and exited the small
room, leaving her host and hostess to themselves.

In a few short minutes, Sarah threw
off her robe and crawled under the sheets of Adam and Maria’s bed. Would she
ever fall asleep? She couldn’t shake the image of the triumphant Maria beckoning
and inviting.

How long could she hold out before seducing
the woman with cinnamon skin? It was no longer a matter of
if
; it was
only a matter of when. She was probably the last one in the house to
acknowledge that.

- o -

 “I’m not seducing her, Adam,” Maria
insisted. Trying to remain cool, she sat next to Adam on the Rangoon bench as
they typically did, watching the early morning fog roll out. It seemed later
than usual this morning. “You weren’t too concerned about what Sarah and I were
up to when you came to my bed last night. Why the sudden grilling?”

“I had other needs then and you know
it,” Adam growled. “And what the hell were you doing with that corn cob last
night, if not seduction.”

Maria tipped her head back and
laughed. “Turning you and her on. It worked, didn’t it? You couldn’t get her
away from the table fast enough. And I didn’t see Sarah resisting.”

“No, I suppose not. Still, you said
you wouldn’t seduce her, that she’d seduce you.”

“She will. You can take that to the
bank.” She scowled at him. “That’s still okay with you, isn’t it?”

He glared out at the bay.

“She’s not your private property.” Maria
tried to calm herself.
Breathe deep. Remember your yoga teachings. Don’t let
your man buffalo you
. “Well?”

“She’s not my property. You’re
right.” Adam exhaled. “I can’t explain it. She has my guts twisted up.”

“Ah.” Maria stroked his bare arm. “I
wonder which of the two of you is the best rendition of Jekyll and Hyde.”

“What?”

“You jerk her off roughly one night
as if she is nothing more than a sex toy. The next night you love her as if you’re
worshiping her pussy. She’s not the teenage fantasy of your youth, Adam. She’s
neither sex slave nor the girl on that high out-of-reach pedestal.”

Adam cleared his throat. “What is
she, then?”

“One moment she’s demure—waiting,
wanting to be pursued—and the next she’s the pursuer, as if she’s played this
game all her life.”

“That’s where you are dead wrong. Sarah
Atkinson doesn’t know the first thing about the kinds of games you and I play.”

Maria shook her head. “Maybe you’re
right.” She didn’t believe her words for a split second.

“Good morning,” Sarah said, stepping
onto the porch with a mug of coffee. “I can’t seem to get ahead of you two. I
must still be adjusting to the time change.”

“No problem. Something must be
agreeing with you. You look rested and ready to take on the world this morning.”
Maria smiled and took in the dark-haired woman dressed in a thin pink tank top
and a short black mini skirt. Sarah took a seat across from the bench and
crossed and uncrossed her legs. Adam choked on his drink and Maria suppressed
another smile. Their visitor’s vulva had opened and closed as if issuing a
private invitation—but to whom?

“I am. I am at that.” Sarah sipped
her coffee seemingly unaware of what she was displaying. “Adam, I have a favor
to ask.”

“What’s that?” he responded
hoarsely.

“Maria showed me your darkroom
yesterday. I used to love doing black and white photography in college.”

“She gave up her passion for her
first husband,” Maria added.

“Would it be okay with you if I use
the darkroom and equipment? I’m going to go bonkers here if I don’t find
something to do,” she lowered her eyelashes, “other than waiting for you.”

“That’s not a problem. Of course, I
don’t know how good the stuff is anymore; I haven’t done much with it lately.
You’d probably have to pick up fresh film.”

“I’m not sure I would know how to
use the hi-tech gadgets on the market today. I may be more comfortable with the
old ways.”

Adam gave Maria a knowing look and
then looked back at Sarah. “I’m sure you are. So what are you going to shoot?”

“Maria.”

“Maria!” Adam cast a quelling look at
her.

Maria smiled demurely in return.

“Yes, Maria. I used to specialize in
black and white photos of people. Maria has agreed to help me get in touch with
my lost passion. Don’t you think that’s sweet of her?”

Sarah tugged at her mini-skirt,
which only drew attention to her bare necessities. Maria swallowed a giggle. Their
guest played Adam like a marionette. He glowered at the ocean. Maria covered
her mouth. Did Sarah have any idea how much she was driving Adam over the edge
with her feigned innocence?

“Whatever you decide is fine with
me,” Adam finally said. He rose to his feet and grimaced at Maria. “I have to
get going.”

“You’re not doing breakfast?” Maria
asked.

“I’ll leave that to the two of you. I
told Johnny I wouldn’t be late for his court appearance.”

Sarah frowned. “What was that all
about?” She asked after Adam left.

“I’m not completely sure.” Maria
dipped her chin. “He’s searching for something. Maybe he’ll know what it is
when he finds it.”

“What about Johnny?”

“Oh, Johnny. Johnny is a sixteen
year old kid going on forty. Adam is his mentor.” Sarah shook her head in
confusion. “You know, sort of like a big brother.”

“Oh. Adam? Really?”

Maria laughed, stood and headed
toward the kitchen with Sarah tagging along behind. “You don’t really know
Adam. He’s a great guy. You may only think he has a big cock, but he also has a
big heart.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Don’t chastise yourself too much. It’s
not as if he wants people to know. Maybe you, especially.”

“Why not me?”

“Then you might not think he’s the
big bad wolf and he won’t be able to scare you away.”

“What else does Adam do that makes
him such a great guy?” Sarah said, refilling their coffee cups.

Maria shrugged. “He’ll probably be
pissed if I tell you, but he’s a major contributor to women’s shelters and
programs for abused kids in the area.”

“Really? He never said.”

“Did you ever ask?”

Sarah shook her head.

“Of course not. You only tracked him
down out here so he could fuck you into the next year. You’re not interested in
his heart or his brain.”

Sarah blanched and her eyes misted.

“I’m sorry, Sarah.” Maria grabbed
Sarah’s hands. “That was too harsh. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“But it’s true. I don’t know
anything about him—or you.”

“And that’s okay. We can both show
you a good time, and we’ll have a blast too. But you might be surprised if you
actually tried to get to know us. It’s not only sex games we play. But enough
of this serious stuff. How long will it take for you to get the camera
equipment ready?”

“At least the morning. I’ll probably
have to run out and pick up fresh film and materials. Don’t feel that you have
to nurse me, Maria. I have the rental car and can find my way around.”

“Good. That’ll free me up to run
some errands I have to do down the hill. Like they say, life does go on. Maybe
we can reconnect after lunch. Where do you want to set up the photo shoot?”

“I was thinking maybe the room you
have fixed up for a dance studio. We can play with reflection as well as light
and we can easily put up and take down wall coverings.”

“That sounds great. Maybe later you
might want to try the gazebo as a photo setting.”

“Excellent. Then I can play with
natural light. This is going to be so much fun, Maria.” Sarah hesitated. “And
don’t feel too badly about what you said earlier. I expect there is a lot of
truth to what you said. I do want to learn more about you as well as Adam—and not
only the curves of your body.” Sarah leaned over and brushed her lips across
Maria’s.

Maria responded in kind to the soft
kiss. She did nothing to press her visitor farther than she wanted to go.

Sarah broke away. “That was nice.”

“Very nice. Will you be back for
more?”

“Probably.” Sarah’s smile split her
lips. “But I am the seducer, remember?”

Maria nodded and watched Sarah saunter
down the hallway toward the darkroom. Leaning against the counter, Maria
drained her coffee. It looked like Sarah Atkinson was as skilled at the art of
seduction as she was. Maria smacked her lips. She could hardly wait for the
next foray Sarah would make as she led them down the road toward sharing their
bodies completely.

- o -

 “Turn your chin a little to the
right. Good. Down a bit. Perfect. Hold that pose.” Sarah clicked several rapid
shots of Maria posing on a wooden stool clad in a blue velvet bikini.

“You want to take a break?” Sarah
asked, setting aside her camera.

“I’m fine.” Maria arched her
eyebrows. “I’m ready for more if you are.”

“Okay.” Sarah breathed deeply. The
implications of what Maria wanted were hardly lost on her. Her nipples
tightened. She could handle this. She could be professional. Though she fully intended
to have sex with Maria, she wasn’t going to mix pleasure with her photography. “Take
off your top.” She stepped around a pole of lights and changed them slightly. She
caught her breath studying Maria through the view finder. “You might want to
play with your nipples a little so they stand out.”

“No problem.” Maria’s lips turned
into a huge smile and she twisted her nipples. “I thought it was okay for the
artist to help her model show herself off as best as possible.”

Sarah held her ground and started
snapping pictures. “Great. Stretch them. Fantastic! Drop your hands. Good. You’re
a natural at this, Maria.”

Maria smiled. “I should be. I’ve
spent many years doing exotic dancing.”

“Really?” Sarah peeked around her
camera. “You mean stripping in front of people?”

“Uh huh. Swinging on poles and all
that stuff.”

“My goodness.” She tried to blot out
that alluring image. “I wish I could be so comfortable in my body. Not that I’d
want to be an exotic dancer.”

“Of course not.”

“So you probably have a portfolio of
glamour shots for marketing.”

“Precisely. Are you ready for me to shuck
the bottoms?”

“Sure. Why not?” Sarah struggled to
breathe. “Damn, Maria, you do have a stunning body.”

“A little turned on, huh? I’m glad
you like it.” Maria cast her gaze downward and Sarah clicked her camera. “But I’m
still not telling you whether I taste like cinnamon. That’s for you to find out
on your own.”

Sarah stuck her tongue out. “I didn’t
expect you would. I’m going to change the lighting again. I want more shadows
falling across your belly. There.”

“Turn a little to your right. Spread
your legs wide. Make the woman admiring the pic want to nibble on you. No. Not
that way. Don’t play with yourself.” Sarah moved around the camera and picked
up the bikini bottom that had fallen to the floor. “Here. Hold onto these. Play
with them. Bring them to your mouth and bat your eyes like you’re not quite
sure what will happen next. Pretend you’re teasing your lover.” She stepped
behind the camera and chewed on her lower lip as she refocused the lens. “That’ll
work.” Her froggy voice surprised her.

“This getting to you a little, Pepper?”
Maria turned her head and gave her a grin. “And you know I’m not pretending.”

Sarah snapped the shutter button. “That
should be great.” Sarah giggled. “If a pussy can smile, yours is. Can you get
down on the throw rug? Give me a good angle. Leave one leg on the floor and
prop the other knee up, like this.” She placed Maria in position and stepped
back. “Pull on your nipples a little. Perfect. Now stretch an arm out so you’re
resting on your elbow. Splay the fingers of your other hand across your belly. That’s
right—they’re pointing toward your treasure. Spread those lips just a little
bit. Give me some pink and then back off. Suggestive, but not raunchy. Oh,
yeah. Scrumptious. Hold that pose.”

Sarah took several shots. “That
should be enough for now. Is there anything you can think of that we forgot?”

“Maybe some tease shots.” Maria’s
eyes sparkled with challenge. “If I’m actually going to use them in my
portfolio, then I will need some of those.”