Chapter 52

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52

I'm not sure how long the three of us pleasured each other, but I was exhausted. I remember reading a magazine that said some women never experience an orgasm and I had wondered if that would be me, until I masturbated at home one Sunday after Mum and Andrew had left for church. I climaxed that morning, but nothing in comparison to the intensity of what I felt with Jack and Susan. I think I climaxed three times, each one harder than the previous.

'Wow', I said aloud, but hadn't meant to

'What was that?', Susan asked turning her head to me. She was so close I could feel her breathe on me. Her leg was wrapped between mine and half her body lay half on mine.

'Nothing, I just said wow'

She smiled at me, lifted my head away from the top of her naked breast, a breast I had sucked at some point during our threesome. She kissed me and I kissed her back deeply.

As we parted, I wondered what this all meant about my sexuality. Was I a lesbian? It's strange I had never thought of girls that way, I had always fancied boys. In fact, whenever I saw a stunning girl, I was more jealous than anything else. I thought of Jack, I had at some point had his penis in my hand and although Jack hadn't had sex with me, even though I remembered begging him, at one point, to put his member into me, he had run his mouth all over my body and I had loved every minute of it. So, I guess that made me bisexual. I was confused. Either way I was grateful that Jack hadn't had intercourse with me. In retrospect, I wouldn't have wanted to lose my virginity that way.

Thinking about Jack, I wondered where he was. I had no idea when he had left the room, but I could still see his face tighten when he climaxed in Susan.

'Where's Jack gone', I eventually asked.

'You missing him?', she said with a giggle and rubbed her hand over my still erect nipples.

'N.....no, I wa...s just wondering', I said feeling that shock of lust running through my body.

'He said he was going to get cleaned up. Threw on some clothes and I guess he headed off to the bathroom'

As though he heard his name the door opened and he walked in, locking it behind him.

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