At Sarah’s house (Part 7)

It took her a while to set it up (about 30 minutes), but after she was done, Sarah and I sat next to each other in the hot sauna in her house. A sauna in your own house! Now I’ve read that there are parts of the world where this is fairly common, but back then this seemed outrageous to me.

The sauna was a traditional one. You know, the kind where you sprinkle some water on hot rocks and make the room very hot and very humid. Of course, I had to take off my glasses or I’d be completely blind. “Is this what you meant when you asked if I was up for sweating?”

“Only one of the things I meant,” Sarah answered. She sat close to me, her naked shoulder bumping against mine. And if you think that what we’d done so far had been enough for me, then you haven’t been paying attention to this entire story.

“Sarah?”

“Hm?”

I patted my lap, and with an eager smile, Sarah left her previous spot to sit on my lap, facing me and resting her arms on my shoulders. The room was hot and humid, having Sarah so close made it even worse, and you couldn’t have paid me to tell her to get off. She was so close that her tits rubbed on my chest and my dick was pressed between our stomachs, fully erect.

“Hey,” Sarah started. “Grace said you two played a question game yesterday.” I nodded. “Want to play that with me?”

“Is there anything specific you want to ask me?” I asked.

“No, but Grace said it got you talking. And to be honest, I can’t think of any topics off the top of my head.” I laughed, and Sarah looked glad about it. She kissed my cheek and went down to kiss my neck a couple of times. “You go first.”

There were a million things I wanted to ask Sarah, but now with all the doors open, I failed to pick any meaningful one. As always. “...What should we have for lunch?”

Sarah laughed. “THAT’S your question?” I shrugged. “Whatever. I was thinking of ordering pizza. I haven’t had any this month. What do you think?”

“Sounds good.”

“Let’s do that later, then. Now, my turn.” Lovingly running her fingers through my hair, Sarah went for the jugular. “What do you think of Mila and Grace?”

I flinched. “...In w-what way?”

“Whatever you feel like saying.”

Good. That helped me relax a bit. She wasn’t fishing for anything. “They’re both bright and cheerful. Very driven, too. That they’re stunningly beautiful goes without saying. I still don’t know them as well as I wish I did, but so far, I think they’re amazing. I’m… really grateful to them for being so patient with me. Of course, that all goes for you, too.”

My sixth sense acted up in that moment, and I could’ve sworn I felt Sarah’s very heart skip a beat. That clearly had to be the heat messing with my head, but Sarah did **** a kiss on my lips just a moment after I said that.

“Well, aren’t you cute,” she said with a frown and an adorable pout. “Your turn.”

“...I asked Mila and Grace this question, too. It might be stupid to ask now, but I’ll feel better hearing you answer. Sarah… Are we… sex friends?”

She nodded. “For now.”

“For now?”

“For now,” she repeated. “At least until I’m sure of some things.”

“What things?”

She bopped my nose. “Nope. My turn. You were a virgin before our innocent little foursome last week, but did you have a girlfriend before that?”

I chuckled. “I think that question answers itself.”

“So the answer is yes? Because I can think of plenty of reasons for a girl to be into you.” She pecked my lips. “Plenty.”

I couldn’t help the sheepish smile. “No, I’ve never had a girlfriend, Sarah. Never even kissed a girl before Mila kissed me.”

“Is that so? Mmm. Then I need to apologize.”

I tilted my head. “What for?”

“For letting an entire week fly by without talking to you about what this… relationship was. I bet your pretty little head was a mess.”

“Was?” I asked. “Still is.”

Sarah chuckled. “Don’t think too hard about it. I said I’d trust you, so I’d like it if you could trust us in turn.” She kissed me again, and while I was too entranced by the taste of her tongue, she raised her hips and guided my cock to her lower lips. “We’re sex friends, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be seeing any other guys.” She sat back down on me and sucked in a shaky breath before staring deeply into my eyes. “Got that?”

“Yes,” I offered with a sheepish smile.

I held onto Sarah by her butt and let her take the lead this time. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to ride me. The way she raised her hips and brought them down while also moving back and forth was insane. It felt incredible. Her pussy pulsed around my shaft while Sarah and I kept our eyes locked on each other.

“You have beautiful eyes,” I told her.

“So do you. I like how you look without glasses, and your eyelashes are surprisingly long.”

Were they? I don’t think I ever noticed. Or cared.

“Mmm! Mmm! Feel good, baby?” she asked sweetly.

Baby? What the hell? That gave me chills. Good chills.

“Yeah. You’re amazing at this,” I answered, kissing her cleavage.

Sarah grinned. “I said I’d leave the sex to you, but I couldn’t resist.”

“It’s not a problem.” I turned to peck her lips. “I’m always up for it, too.”

Sarah’s grin widened. “So you’d be okay with me casually fondling your crotch in the old music room?”

I pondered on my answer for a bit, then decided to play along. “Not unless you finish the job.”

Sarah laughed, shook her head and gently slid her tongue inside my mouth. We made out in the hot, humid sauna, with Sarah rocking her hips over mine, my cock grinding inside her.

We came together, holding closer onto one another and lips never parting. Only when the heat was becoming unbearable did we leave, laughing as we did.