Part 83 (1/2)

I could tell as the pulses slowed around me and her body began to relax that she was going to fall. I raised my arms and caught the small girl as she fell forward. She couldn't stop herself, her wrists were still trapped behind her. I gently lowered her onto my chest, feeling Christi withdraw her fingers from between us.

Jane was sobbing, twisting in her restraints. I held the girl, not extracting myself from her body. I let her cry for a few minutes before she raised her face and gently kissed at my lips.

”Thank-you,” she whispered.

I held her tightly to me, even though I knew that she had to be uncomfortable with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s squeezed into my chest. She didn't complain though.

I let her cry on my shoulder. I glanced over her, Christi was watching with a mixture of confusion and acceptance on her face. She loved both of us, and she couldn't understand it.

She caught my gaze and slowly nodded, mutely understanding what I needed from her. I could feel Jane's shuddering as Christi slowly released the ropes that encircled Jane's body. I gripped Jane's shoulders and bench pressed her up a little allowing Christi to pull the ropes free. As her b.r.e.a.s.t.s released from their entrapment, Jane sighed. It was a wonderful sound, full of contentment, love, and relief. After her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were freed, I allowed her back to curl up on my chest. I could feel her small pulses, almost like aftershocks through my still rigid p.e.n.i.s. I hadn't climaxed yet.

I cherished the feel of her nude skin pressed against me, my arms circling her body. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s felt so different without the ropes squeezing her. Softer and gentler against my skin.

After a few minutes, she struggled a little, squirming like a cat to get out of my embrace. She slowly sat up, still impaled on me.

She looked at me, her face soft and gentle.

”I. I'm sorry. I know that you can keep me here if you want, but ... this is a getting a little uncomfortable for me.” She glanced down at her open crotch. ”Either let me make you climax, or let me get off. Please?” she asked quietly.

I hadn't realized that she might be uncomfortable. And it hadn't occurred to me that she might have thought that she'd be punished for extricating herself from the s.e.x. But I suppose I should have realized it. Poor girl had been through a lot today.

I nodded to her. Much as her body was comfortable for me, I didn't want to climax inside of her. I still had to finish with Christi. I owed her something at least.

Jane understood the nod and carefully extricated me from her by simply climbing off me. I fell from her, and ached for her softness. I lay with my hands behind my head, watching her slowly kneel in the gra.s.s to the opposite side from Christi.

Jane looked at Christi and smiled gently.

”Thank-you,” she whispered to Christi. ”I'll always love you.”

Chapter 130.

Christi picked up the chrome key from the gra.s.s beside her and tossed it over my body towards Jane. It fell buried in the gra.s.s by her left knee.

Jane looked at me quizzically, unsure of what she was allowed to do. I simply nodded and watched as she struggled to turn herself around to get the small key between her searching fingers. I was sure that she'd manage it.

I felt the soft weight of Christi as she resumed the position that she had been in before I'd made her free Jane. I heard a faint click in the direction of Jane.

”Back where we started,” Christi whispered to me. I felt her fingers slowly stroking me. ”n.o.body else to free.”

I nodded slowly, peripherally aware that Jane had moved a little way away and was quietly kneeling in the gra.s.s. She was giving us a little privacy, finally free of all her restraints. Her handcuffs glinted in the sun in front of her. I cringed a little as I saw her rubbing gently at her wrist, rubbing the red gently away with her own saliva.

I turned my attention back to the irresistible sensations from Christi's gentle fingers. I felt Christi as she began to guide me into herself. I slipped inside her easily, she was nearly as aroused as Jane had been. I felt the soft moisture engulf me. I wouldn't be able to hold back this time.

She began a very slow rhythm, enjoying the sensations. Her hands roamed her body, pinching nipples, stroking skin. She moaned almost constantly as she slowly controlled her speed. She wanted to make this last. I concentrated on her body, her closed eyes, her blonde hair, her upthrust bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her belly, flat and smooth, her straining thigh muscles as she moved with the s.e.x.

I glanced over towards Jane. She was gone. I quickly glanced around, but Jane was nowhere in sight. I was sure that she'd just given Christi some privacy and gone for a quick walk, enjoying her last moments on this timeline, enjoying her freedom from the real world.

We moved slowly together, s.h.i.+fting positions a few times. Her on her knees in the gra.s.s, her face pressed into the blades. Her standing, arms around the tree that had held Jane. Her on the bottom. Touching. Kissing. Moaning. And crying. It was going to be the last time, and both of us knew it.

At last, we ended up back where we started. Christi straddling me, her beauty silhouetted by the sun behind her. She was breathing hard, so very hard as she pumped. She shone.

I closed my eyes, not being able to hold back much longer, wanting to cherish these last caresses of her.

When I opened my eyes, after Christi moaned a little louder than before, Jane was there. The girl had moved up silently, her bare feet not making a whisper in the gra.s.s. The girls kissed, Jane's fingers trailing over Christi's bare body. I closed my eyes again, knowing that Jane was doing for Christi what Christi had done for her. I could feel the gentle touch of her fingers as they caressed Christi between the folds. I could feel Christi rus.h.i.+ng towards o.r.g.a.s.m, her muscles twitching, her breathing becoming less and less regular.

Surprised, I felt Jane's fingers stroking my s.c.r.o.t.u.m, toying with the soft hair, coaxing my climax.

Christi plummeted over the edge moments before I. She screamed into the world, letting her pleasure wash over her like a surf. She ground herself onto me, pulsing her internal muscles in unison. Her climax triggered mine, and I cried out, thrusting into the girl, arching.

We came down together. Christi gave a last moan and fell forward, hugging me fiercely. Jane knelt back on her haunches, quietly looking the other way. She looked a little uncomfortable, but she didn't get up to move away.

Christi held me for a few moments, overcome with emotions. She simply cried there. I held her gently and waited through her sobs.

Eventually, Christi moved, pus.h.i.+ng on my shoulders with her hands. She gently rolled off me. I had shrunk inside of her and it felt a bit odd coming out. She curled up, her arm across my chest, her head cradled in the crook of my arm. Jane took a deep breath and lay down to my right. I could feel their bare toes playing gently with my legs.

”Thank-you,” Christi whispered, still out of breath. She was thanking both me and Jane.

We lay there holding each other for a few minutes. This was so out of sync with the real world. Lying in someone's front yard, nude as the day we were born, leather and steel strewn through the gra.s.s. It seemed like a dream. Perhaps it was.

Christi took a deep breath, and let it out in a whoosh that I felt against my nipple.

”I don't want to go back,” Christi whispered.

The other girl echoed the words quietly. I glanced down at them. Both were crying gently. I couldn't feel the wetness of their tears, but the tears were there.

They were silent for a few more minutes, I could feel their quiet breathing as they cuddled up with me.

I felt the familiar dragging of the blackness touch the back of my mind. I steadied myself, thinking I would have to send them back to protect them, but the feeling receded again.

I s.h.i.+vered.

”Again?” Jane murmured into my chest.

In answer I struggled to rise. The girls didn't budge, letting their gentle weight keep me down. I could have fought them, but I didn't.

”Not yet, please,” Christi murmured.

I sighed and let them curl up for another half hour. Jane slept gently, I watched as her breathing became more regular. Christi was silent, thinking, but I could see her blue eyes moving so I knew she wasn't asleep. I held them both.

I half considered sending Jane back while she slept, but I didn't think that was fair on her. Instead, I gently shook her until she opened her eyes. She kissed me gently and rolled off my shoulder. She lay quietly in the gra.s.s. Taking her cue from Jane, Christi released me as well, rising to her knees.

I picked myself up and gathered up my clothing. I had a heavy heart as I slipped the jeans over my hips. When I turned, Jane was kneeling beside Christi, their fingers entwined.

I knelt down with them, hugging them both.