Quaranteam - Hebridean Hame Ch. 08

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Afternoon, Tuesday, 29th September 2020

Eilean Arthriagh, Inner Hebrides, Scotland

“You’re not new, ‘Rah. You’re just home.”

No sooner had Callum uttered those words than Sarah’s lips were pressed passionately against his, her hands pulling him against her. Callum returned the kiss with the same passion, holding her close to him as their mouths moved against each other’s.

This kiss bore no resemblance to those of the previous night. Before, they had been desperate and demanding; now, they were passionate but soft and breathy. Both were intent on demonstrating what they still felt towards the other. Their lips sought to explore a connection they had both been extremely aware of since Sarah had walked into the kitchen earlier that afternoon.

Sarah’s hand on his chest had formed into a fist, gripping his T-shirt to keep him close while the fingers of her other hand entwined themselves in his hair. Callum’s hands roamed slowly over her, one following the ridges of her spine while he kept her pressed against him, the other moving up over her hip, moving up her flank and onto the swell of her breast, made prominent by her chest pressing tightly against his.

The kiss continued, neither treating it as a race or conflict. Each sought closeness. It was a kiss that tried to mend a decade of absence and mistakes.

When they eventually broke apart, both almost panting for breath, with foreheads pressed together, Callum’s hand sought Sarah’s. His fingers entwined with hers as they continued to look into each other's eyes.

“This way," he softly whispered, turning and leading her to his room.

Callum guided her inside, carefully blocking the dogs from following. After a single moment of hesitation, he closed the door and engaged the lock he so rarely used.

“Expecting visitors?” Sarah asked from across the room.

Callum grinned as he checked to see if the lock was in place. “Well… Alison and Emma haven’t seen you naked yet. Do you want me to leave it open?”

In response, she threw a pillow at him, hitting him on the back.

As he ducked slightly and turned towards her, she playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

Callum felt his heart miss a beat as he saw her sitting on the edge of his bed, facing him, wearing nothing but a genuine smile. Her long legs were stretched before her, crossed at her calves. Her hands were on the mattress behind her as she leaned back. Sitting like this, her chest was prominent, pushed front and centre by her posture. Her breasts sat naturally, her skin pale from too much time indoors, making her dark rose-coloured nipples stand out prominently. Her breasts had retained their teardrop shape as she had aged, not with the same pertness he remembered from their twenties, but still shapely and firm.

“You seem to be overdressed," she said quietly, lifting her chin slightly in a ‘come here’ gesture.

Now that they were in his bedroom, and it was clear what they both wanted, Callum felt a familiar awkward tension. He’d felt the same way when they were teenagers, the first time he knew he was about to kiss her. And on the single night they had together in their twenties before she had left on her travels when they had quickly - and a little drunkenly - stripped off their clothes, then stopped to check with each other that they were going ahead.

Those memories, and the recurrence of that feeling, made him smile as he crossed the bedroom to her, snatching the pillow up from where it had landed and throwing it back.

She batted away the pillow with another laugh.

“What are you smiling about?” Sarah asked as she quickly sat up to help him remove his clothing. Callum’s fingers found her chin, and he tilted her head up before leaning down to kiss her.

As the kiss ended, he remained leaning over her. He then stepped out of his trousers and, somewhat clumsily, removed his socks by standing on his toes and pulling his foot upwards. This caused her to laugh lightly and grab his shoulders to help him balance.

“I was remembering.” He said before finally managing to remove the remaining sock.

She lifted her mouth to his again, a softer kiss this time. “Remembering what?”

He pulled off his t-shirt, then lightly kissed her again. “How I felt before our first kiss. Before the first time I touched you in a decidedly ‘no longer just a friend’ way. Then, that night we first made love.” He gently kissed the tip of her nose, causing a shiver to run down her spine and goosebumps to appear on her arms and thighs. “Seeing you sitting naked on my bed, I just had a similar feeling. Like I’m dreaming. Or like I should feel awkward at seeing you naked, but don’t.”

Sarah smiled and giggled at the shiver, then kissed him back. As she broke the kiss, she moved her mouth up his jawline before whispering in his ear, “I was just having the same feeling…”

“It’s another day of firsts, then.” He responded as he sank to the floor in front of her, gently pressing the inside of her knees so her legs slowly spread.

She gasped, defensively moving a hand between her legs to cover herself. “Cal, you don’t have to…”

Callum pressed forward, kissing the wrist of the hand she was blocking his access with. He ran his fingertips down the inside of her thighs. She hadn’t tried to close her legs or push him away, telling him that she could be convinced. He looked up at her, watching how she craned her head to see past her breasts, her face lined with concern but also nervous.

Quietly but firmly, he interrupted her attempt to dissuade him. “Sarah, you said you wanted me to make love to you, so let me do that. Let me worship you the way you deserve, the way I want to.”

They held eye contact for a moment. Sarah looked nervous, while Callum smiled reassuringly. She gave a single, slow nod before tentatively removing her hand and allowing him access.

Callum began slowly, carefully kissing the inside of her thighs, making unhurried and gentle movements as he worked his way upwards and inwards. His lips and tongue then moved onto her hips, skirting around the area she had tried to protect. He kissed, licked and nibbled at her skin, moving from her hip towards the other, along the top of her pubic bone, staying above her mons while starting to stroke the outside of her thighs gently with his fingertips.

He took his time, being in no rush. He kept up the soft pressure and movement until she made her first little gasps, and he watched as one of her hands moved to caress her breasts.

Only then did he begin to let himself trail his mouth inwards, moving down the edge of her sparse pubic hair, nuzzling against the outside edge of her most intimate area. One of Sarah’s hands cautiously went to the back of his head, which he took as a sign of encouragement. He continued to move his mouth against her, taking the utmost care, his tongue gently pressing and testing her reactions as he moved his mouth against and over her slit. He was surprised at how ready she already was, his tongue and mouth meeting her wetness, causing him to moan against her.

Before he had even reached her clit, her legs tightened against him, her hand pushing his head, and thus his mouth, against her. Her hips moved as she tried to gain more friction, more contact with his lips and tongue.

When he reached her clit, he could feel her shudder against him, and her other hand also went to the back of his head. He began to test what movements and pressure gave the best response, carefully mapping with his tongue where she was most sensitive, gauging how much pressure to apply, finding a rhythm and perfecting his tongue placement.

At the same time, his hands moved from Sarah’s thighs. One slid up onto one of her breasts, giving first the flesh and then her nipple a firm squeeze as he took it in his hand, his fingers massaging her deeper tissue, pressing into the softness there to the firmer flesh beneath. His other hand moved over her stomach, coming to rest above her pubic bone, providing gentle pressure while he worked his lips and tongue against her. The thumb on this hand slid down, soon in a position where it was also applying gentle pressure on the very top of her slit.

Her breathing and moans became deeper and more frequent, mixed with whispers of his name. Her hips were soon unable to remain still as she squirmed harder against his mouth. Her hands were in his hair, her fingers seeking to wrap themselves in it as she greedily pressed his face down against her pussy. Callum let out a low sound again, a mix of a groan and a hum, while his mouth pressed against her clit. She felt the vibration and heard he was enjoying himself. Her writhing against him became frantic. The pressure she was exerting on him as she pushed him against herself while also moving her hips was almost painful.

Enjoying the feeling of control, taking pleasure in the knowledge that she wanted him to keep going and loving the erotic sensation of her slick clit and lips against his tongue, Callum decided to up the intensity. He slowly slid his hand down from where it had rested on her pubic bone, bringing it down over her hip before trailing his fingers lightly down over her thigh. From here, he slid first one, and then two, fingers against her slit, sliding them upwards over her flesh ‘til they met his tongue working on her clit. His fingers provided a firmer surface for him to press her flesh against, providing additional pressure around her clit. Slowly, he slid those fingers downwards before pushing them over, but not into, the core of her excitement. He circled them softly around her entrance, teasing her by increasing the pressure and then lessening it.

In response, Sarah’s moaning increased.

His fingertips, now wet from a mix of her excitement and his saliva, gently pressed. Suddenly, both fingers were inside her, past his first, then the second knuckle, feeling for the rough patch of skin on the inside wall of her vagina, under where his mouth was still working on her slit, his tongue keeping a regular pace on her clit.

The rhythm of which was soon matched by the soft stroking of his fingers inside her.

He knew he’d found the correct spot when Sarah went rigid.

Her fingers and nails pushed painfully onto his scalp as she ground his face down onto her. Unlike their last encounter, there was no scream of pleasure, just a loud gasp followed by a long, low, sighing moan. She seemed to spasm once, then twice, before pushing his head away from her pussy and awkwardly rolling onto her side, almost crossing her legs as she did so, shuddering gently.

Callum had rocked back away from her as she had pushed him off, ducking as she had lifted a leg over his head. He watched her as she lay on her side, shaking and shivering. Concerned, he rested a hand on her hip, causing another moan and shiver, as well as a half-hearted attempt to swat his arm away. Then came an annoyed but contented “Nooooo. Too sensitive.”

Knowing she was okay, he rewarded himself with a grin, even as he stretched to retrieve his T-shirt and hurriedly wiped his face and hands on it.

Still wearing his boxers but rock hard within them, Callum sat on the edge of the bed beside where she lay, then leaned himself back on his side, mirroring Sarah's position and becoming the big spoon.

Putting an arm around her waist and kissing her bare shoulder resulted in another shudder from her and more goosebumps spreading down her arm. Sarah let out a low growl in response. “Fuck, but I’m sensitive right now, Cal. Just stay still, please.”

Behind her, Callum grinned evilly, whispering a quiet "Okay." Before kissing the back of her shoulder again, this time at the base of her neck.

Sarah trembled and tried half-heartedly to elbow him in the ribs, causing Callum to laugh.

They stayed like that for a minute, Callum holding her but remaining still while Sarah tried not to move beyond breathing. Then he moved his mouth back to her shoulder, so that his lips barely touched her skin, and asked quietly, “So when do you think you might be ready for the next step? Because I would, really,” He kissed her shoulder. “Really,” he kissed her shoulder again. “Like to be inside you right now.”

Sarah groaned, another quiver running through her as he saw a fresh pattern of goosebumps appear on her arm, replacing those that had faded. She turned her head slightly, not able to move it enough to see him, but enough that he could hear her more easily. “You are naughty. And you know I’ll cum again just from you getting inside of me?” She asked, her voice low and husky.

Callum chuckled and shrugged slightly with his upper shoulder. “If it’s an issue, I can wait. I’ll leave you alone entirely if you want me to.”

He could see Sarah close her eyes, a relaxed smile on her lips, as she pressed her head back against him. “I know you would," she whispered. “And knowing that makes me feel safer than I have for a very long time.”

They both returned to stillness and silence as Callum watched the goosebumps on her flesh slowly disappear.

With another sigh and then a groan, Sarah pushed herself into a sitting position, causing Callum to move as well. “You’ll need to help me up. I’m not sure my legs are working.” She half-joked to him, offering him an arm.

Callum gave her a puzzled look. “Where are you going?”.

Sarah giggled in response. “Well, if you insist on giving me multiple orgasms while I’m a jumbled bag of post-orgasmic nerves, I would rather have my head on a pillow.” She gestured to the length of the bed, which they had been laid horizontally across, and specifically to the pillows at the top end of the bed, while she waved her arm in front of him. “Come on. Don’t keep a lady waiting.”

He helped her to her feet, standing up and laughing as she staggered a little, acting as if drunk. He caught her around her waist, pulling her close and kissing her while manoeuvring her back to the edge of his bed before pushing her lightly down onto the mattress. This time, she was laid in a position where her head was on the pillows.

They kissed, with him leaning down over her. After the kiss ended, she shuffled back, creating space and extending an arm toward him, inviting him to join her.

Callum took the opportunity to ditch his boxers, which he kicked off before he laid down, moving onto the mattress beside Sarah. They kissed again, causing her to shiver, both chuckling at her involuntary response.

“It’s alright for you,” She faux complained. “Wham bang, and you’re done. My poor pussy reacts like I’m plugged into the mains afterwards.”

He responded with an equally fake remorseful look and made an ‘Awww’ sound.

Unsurprisingly, she swatted at him again while laughing lightly. ”You’re an arse.” She muttered playfully.

Callum laughed. But now, having leant back slightly to avoid the swat, he propped his head up with his hand, his elbow resting on the mattress so he could look down over Sarah.

For a moment, his face grew serious, demonstrating his sincerity. “We honestly don’t have to do anything now. You know that?”

Sarah shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. “Same old you, constantly worrying about other people’s motives. Willing to give up all this…” She waved a hand down her body. “because you worry I’m unable to make my own choice.” She propped herself up slightly to kiss him, her other hand moving down to wrap around his erection gently. “I want this.” She said, emphasising which ‘this’ she wanted with a slight squeeze of her hand and a grin. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I woke up. I’ve badly wanted this since then.”

He returned the kiss, enjoying the feel of her touch. “There is one other thing," he said as the kiss came to a natural conclusion.

“What?” Sarah asked, her hand now stroking up and down his length.

“Well, last night…” He began.

Sarah blushed, her hand stopping its movement as she interrupted him. “I’m sorry about that, Callum, it’s not how I’d wanted to…”

He shook his head in response, interrupting her in return. “That’s not where I was going. Last night was confusing but amazing. Feel free to ride me like that again in the future.”

She grinned in response but still looked concerned. “What is it then?”

Callum gave a small half-shrug as he continued. “Well, from what I understand, I need to be unprotected inside you for the whole vaccine transfer thing to work. Which prevents us from using the only contraception I have. Which are condoms.”

“Ah.” Was Sarah’s response. “Well, I wasn’t lying to you Cal. Even before what you just did to me, I was already as horny as fuck for you. The only thing I’ve had in my head since I woke up is getting another load of cum from you, you inside me.” Her hand resumed its movement on his cock again as she spoke. “I can… return the favour if you’d like.”

Callum sighed, bringing his hand up to stroke her cheek. He shook his head. “I’ve never been particularly keen on that. It never seems to work. I get too much in my head about it, I think. And it doesn’t feel right for our… kinda first time.”

Sarah giggled. “Yeah, but you’ve never had a blowjob from me… Pretty sure I could make ‘it’ work.” She gave him a decidedly salacious grin and wink, squeezing and increasing the pace on his cock as she did so.

“Wow, that was cheesy,” Callum replied, smirking and shaking his head at her. They both laughed and then kissed.

They broke from the kiss, though their mouths remained almost touching. Sarah’s hand continued to massage him, causing a pleasant, though only teasing, sensation. His hand had slipped down onto her chest as they kissed, allowing him to press his palm against one of her hard nipples, resulting in a much gentler shiver than before.

“You could pull out.” She whispered to him as she stroked his cock up and down, rubbing the head of it against her hip and thigh as she did so. Her whisper turned huskier as her hand sped up. “Fuck my pussy ‘til you’re close, then cum on me.”

Callum let out a low growl at that suggestion, making his keenness known with a more demanding kiss, which included him gently catching Sarah’s lower lip with his teeth.

While he couldn’t see her grin, given how close they were, he could feel her expression change. She kissed him back in the same way before continuing, “You could cum all over my tits… then feed it to me.”

In response, Callum shifted, leaning against her body and pushing her onto her back. He took Sarah’s hand from his cock, raising it to the pillow above their heads as he moved first one knee, then the other, in the space between her legs. He kissed her hard again as he moved - before also pinning her other hand above her head with one of his.

Sarah grinned at him with a slight look of shock, enjoying this assertiveness.

The look caused Callum to falter. He suddenly remembered her reaction to such fast movements the previous night, as well as the bruises that had covered her. He paused, releasing her hand before looking down at her seriously. “One other thing.”

A look of concern crossed Sarah’s face. “What’s up?”

“Are you… Are you sure you’re ok with this? After… everything. I don’t want to do anything which would scare you or hurt you.”

Her concern faded, replaced with a soft, slightly sad smile. “Cal, I’m doing what I want to do, but thank you for thinking of that. I’m ok. I’m not sure what’s going on in my head right now, but it’s like all that… stuff. All that bad stuff is… distant. As if I saw it in a movie, or it happened to someone else. Right now, I just want this, and I want us to be connected like this.”

Callum nodded, not quite understanding but trusting she was being truthful.

“Now,” she continued “If you don’t quit worrying and get fucking inside me, I will pin you down again.”

“Okay, Boss.” He murmured as he moved to kiss her again, returning his hand to where it could pin hers.

As their lips and tongues met, he pressed his hips down against Sarah’s. Just like the first time they’d had sex in this position all those years ago, he was surprised when his rigid length slid straight inside Sarah without any fidgeting or guidance. He’d not had a huge number of partners in his life, but Sarah was the only one he seemed to slip inside without any effort naturally.

Both of them gasped as they found the connection they had been missing.

Callum’s cock pressed deep into Sarah’s warm and wet embrace, filling her and surrounding his member with a feeling he couldn’t help but seek again. And again. He withdrew almost to the tip and slid himself back inside her, causing them both to moan against each other’s mouths.

Sarah hadn’t been correct when she’d said that she would orgasm quite so quickly. It took a few slow but deep, languid strokes and Callum’s mouth moving to suck on one of her nipples before her body reacted, her previous orgasm having left her nerves sensitive and ready to respond. There had been a delay while they’d talked, which likely impacted how much of a hair trigger her body was on. All the same, she soon shuddered under him, her back arched and throat exposed as she let out a low whimper.

He moved his lips to her exposed throat as he increased his tempo, pushing deep into her, one hand still pinning her’s above her head, the other keeping his upper body raised as he powered his length in and out of her, moving to hold her shoulder for maximum leverage as his knees pressed into the bed, his hips moving of their own accord and his lower body slapping against hers.

She came again after a similar number of these strokes, Callum feeling her muscles tighten around his shaft this time, causing him to slow as she writhed on the bed, her moans of pleasure now one constant sound. As she relaxed again, he increased his pace, maintaining the long, deep penetrations.

He could feel his orgasm beginning to build, pushed on by the sight of Sarah wriggling under him, her breasts swaying and quivering enticingly. While he watched, she had pulled one hand free from his and brought it down to roughly grab and fondle her tits. Encouraged by the sounds she was making, as well as her obvious physical reactions to his movements and touch, he kept pushing, bottoming out inside her as he felt his cock twitch and his orgasm beginning to boil over rapidly.

He attempted to pull out before it was too late but found that deep caveman-esque part of his brain had other thoughts.

He bottomed out again, pushing deep inside her as he began to cum. Rational thought was suddenly unachievable.

The initial eruption from his cock flooded Sarah’s pussy as he arched his back, crying out in pleasure. His eyes were tight shut, and his heart was pounding in his ears.

The feeling of his orgasm was all-consuming.

Below him, Sarah writhed and bucked as his cum filled her. The presence of his cum inside her triggered a large, vaccine-induced orgasm. This time while cumming, she screamed as she had the previous night, her brain defaulting to crying out ‘Fuck’ but only managing the first part of the word.

Somehow, instead of pushing himself back into her pussy as the next spasm of pleasure rose to shatter his world again, instead of pulling back and thrusting again as his body urged him, Callum managed to pull out, causing Sarah to whimper even as she continued to orgasm.

He leant back on his knees, his hand finding his cock. His eyes were still tight shut as he stroked himself, meeting his body's urge to keep thrusting his hips but doing so into his fist rather than Sarah’s pussy.

He neither knew nor cared where his cum was landing. Rope after rope burst forth until, finally spent, he almost collapsed forward onto Sarah. Callum’s whole body tingled as his cock twitched in his hand.

Instead, he had managed to fall onto the bed beside Sarah as she still wriggled and squirmed from the after-effects of her own intense cum induced orgasm.

It took her some time for her to finally stop moving as her nerves continued to short-circuit and send jolts of pleasure through her body. Callum kept himself away from her, knowing she would not welcome his touch while in such a state.

Finally, she calmed down, and they remained side by side, panting and catching their breath. They may have dozed briefly, side by side, before the cool air on their bare, sweat-covered skin brought them back to the here and now.

Sarah started to giggle beside him, dragging Callum back to full consciousness.

He lazily cracked one eye open, turning his head to see what she had found amusing.

Sarah had turned to look at him, splatters of his cum visible on her eyebrow, nose, cheeks and chin. He could see more on her gently jiggling breasts and still more over her tummy, a significant pool forming in and around her belly button.

“You made a mess.” She whispered, giggling. Then she sucked her finger, removing a smear of cum she had just scooped onto it, causing her to give another low moan and shudder, the delay causing his cum to trigger another small orgasm.

“Are you sure that gunk on my nose wasn’t you?”

****

Callum had eventually climbed off the bed to grab his now-sacrificial T-shirt, which he planned to use as a makeshift towel - at least to wipe up enough of the mess to allow them to get across the hall to the shower.

On the bed, Sarah continued her erotic display of scraping his cum off various parts of her body with a finger before licking that finger clean. Each lick caused a slight continuation of her previous experience. Not a full orgasm, but a low-level simmer which touched off her body’s natural sensitivity.

He slowed what he was doing as he watched her. She deliberately made eye contact with him each time her finger reached her mouth, giggling occasionally and stopping to lick her lips. The sight of her like that, her hair tousled, her cheeks still a little red and her nipples standing hard, his cum splashed up her body… not to mention the knowing way she tasted it while looking at him, caused his cock to twitch again.

Slowly, distracted by watching her, he turned the t-shirt inside out and used it to carefully mop up those patches of cum Sarah hadn’t consumed before wiping himself. Sarah chuckled, squirmed and shivered as he cleaned certain areas, pushing him away on occasion as she felt yet more after-shocks wrack her still-sensitive body.

Eventually, though, he’d managed to get her mostly wiped clean as she lay relaxed, watching him with a gentle smile.

He had just finished when his phone gave an unusual-sounding ping from within his trouser pocket, indicating some sort of notification had been received. It then pinged again, and again, and again.

Callum glanced at where his phone had lit up his trousers pocket, now forming part of a pile of his clothing on the floor beside the bed.

“That sounds urgent.” Sarah offered.

Callum shrugged. “It can wait, I want to shower before I touch anything.” He dropped his t-shirt in the laundry basket. “Do you want to join me? We should get cleaned up. And I should probably head over to the Lodge to do damage control if you’d like to come?”

Sarah sniggered, rolling to the edge of the bed and reaching for his trousers. “You know it’s a red flag when men won’t check their phones in front of their women, don’t you?” Picking the trousers up, she fished in the pockets for his phone. Retrieving it, she asked in an offhand manner, “Passcode?”

Now it was Callum’s turn to sigh but also to blush slightly. “It’s not like that at all! I’m covered in you and me! I was surprised the t-shirt wasn’t stuck to my hand.”

Sarah smirked. “Too much info, Cal. And I was joking; I’m just being nosy.”

They shared a look before he rolled his eyes. “Fifteen, twelve…”

“Eighty-four?” Sarah interrupted with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.

Callum nodded and shrugged again.

Sarah reached out to him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down to her before kissing him deeply. As the kiss ended and he pulled away, he saw her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed again, her eyes slightly wet.

After a moment’s silence, Sarah spoke quietly, her words more a statement than a question. “All these years, and you still use my date of birth as your PIN?”

“Just because I couldn’t speak to you didn’t mean I forgot you.” He replied at a similar volume. “I was always worrying about you, and we all spoke about you all the time.” He knew she would understand ‘all’ to be Callum and her parents.

Sarah sniffed, buffing her tears away and waving him off. “Go start the shower while I have a nose through your phone. I’ll be through in a minute.”

****

Callum was standing under the hot water of the shower for the second time that day when the bathroom door opened, and Sarah's still-naked form entered. In short order, he squeezed to the side to allow her under the showerhead.

He noted that she looked particularly amused but was distracted as she reached for his shower gel.

“Lather me up?” She asked, her voice raised over the noise of the water as she opened the cap.

He nodded eagerly as she poured a large dollop of the pearly white soap into his hands, only to be slightly disappointed when Sarah turned her back to him, letting the hot water run through her long brown hair. He watched it darken as it grew wet while her fingers combed backwards through it. When satisfied, she pulled her hair over her shoulder and wiggled her bum back at him. The whole exercise, making him wait before he put his hands on her, had merely been a tease.

Regardless, Callum set to work, his tender ministrations were part cleaning and part massage. Sarah reacted positively to his efforts, leaning her head back and making soft sounds of pleasure as he worked over her shoulders, spine and the top of her buttocks.

Eventually, Sarah turned around, wearing a teasing grin and glancing down at his now erect cock, which had been slowly growing in hardness as he had moved his hands over her smooth skin - aided by her wiggling her hips back on him while he worked on her shoulders. Now, having decided he’d waited long enough, she allowed him to wash her front, reminding him not to focus only on her breasts, though she still moaned and shuddered a little when he firmly applied soapy hands there. Again, he worked down her body, this time sinking to his knee as he washed carefully over her thighs, between her legs and down to her knees and feet. Looking up at her, Callum was pleased to see a relaxed smile, her head tipped back to allow the water to flow over her scalp.

Eventually, he had washed every part of her on which he could reasonably place his hands, leading her to declare, “Swap!”

They shuffled around each other in the close confines of the shower, kissing gently as they did. She began to repay his efforts as he stood facing her, his head under the falling water.

Callum relaxed as Sarah’s hands gently but firmly massaged from his neck downwards, his head tilted back and eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of her touch. It had been a long time since he’d luxuriated in someone else pampering him like this.

His relaxation lasted until he felt soft, soap-covered flesh slide around his erection.

Looking down, rubbing water from his eyes as he did so, he witnessed Sarah crouched before him awkwardly, her large and now very soapy breasts enveloping his cock, causing it to disappear from his sight. Sarah grinned up at him when she realised he was watching, then jiggled and bounced her tits around his hardness.

“It’s not going to work here; it's too awkward of a position.” She told him, as he strained to hear her over the sound of the shower and the sight of her pushing her tits together around him, “But I want to make you cum over my tits by doing something like this. Sometime soon.”

With that, she moved onto her knees, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it, letting the falling water wash the soap away as she did so. Her eyes were focused on his length, watching her hand stroke up and down his shaft until it was clear of soap. Then she deliberately looked up at him, seeking eye contact as she slowly took him into her mouth.

Callum had been honest when he’d said blowjobs were an experience he’d never really enjoyed. The part of him that worried about meeting others’ needs struggled with the visual and social depiction of this act as being one of subservience by the giver.

Though he knew he was a hypocrite, he had no such thoughts when it came to giving oral to a woman.

This time, however, watching Sarah hungrily and willingly take him in her mouth, working her tongue and lips over his shaft, taking him deeper into her throat with every bob of her head… This time was different. The knowledge that if he came, she would also orgasm seemed to have changed the whole dynamic.

He groaned as she pulled his hips, causing him to sink deeper still. The choking sound she made caused a flash of concern to battle against an unexpected surge of pure lust. His groan was extended into a moan as she withdrew her mouth from him with a pop.

“Fuck…” He swore, his cock twitching in her grasp.

“Enjoying this?” She asked as she grinned up at him.

He nodded quickly, any further words escaping him.

“I thought this was the best way to deliver bad news.” She said, returning to lick the underside of his shaft as she looked up at him.

“Bad?” Was all Callum managed in response.

“Yep. You had some important emails. All three of your staff have resigned, and your only tenant has served notice to quit. Looks like you’re no longer anyone's manager.” Sarah smirked as she spoke, stroking him with her hand again as her tongue moved over his glans. She withdrew her mouth enough to tell him, “Clever girls, pretty too.”

Callum gave a shudder of his own, driven by Sarah’s efforts on his cock. Which also has the effect of removing most of his capacity for deep thought. “How’d you see…” He asked, grasping at the last thing she’d said.

“Oh,” Sarah grinned evilly up at him, licking around and over his cock, taking him in her mouth and bobbing her head once or twice down his length before breaking away with another pop of suction. “I saw their profile pics in the partner requests they sent you.”

Callum staggered slightly, mainly due to Sarah’s very determined efforts on and over his cock. He tried to parse the meaning of her words. A task made all the more difficult by her going back to work on him again, especially as she made those distracting choking sounds while she took his cock as deep into her throat as she could. One of his hands went to the back of her head, the other pressing against the wall of the shower for balance as he revelled in the feeling of her mouth around him, the warmth and wetness of her embrace. The feeling and sound of her deep-throating him added more to the experience than he could have imagined. More than anything else, the enthusiasm with which she fucked him with her mouth made him realise what he’d previously been missing. Possibly for the first time, he appreciated the attention and deliberate efforts to make him reach satisfaction. Sarah did this to him more than willingly but with substantial enthusiasm, willingly engaging in the act for him. The deep emotional response this triggered was on par with the physical pleasure.

His eyes closed again, and he groaned as he felt his balls tighten, feeling the rapid arrival of his second orgasm in an hour. From experience, he knew this one would be less messy but feel much more intense.

“Partner requests?” He mumbled, trying to distract himself and last at least a little longer. He groaned again, but this time in frustration, as Sarah’s mouth released him again, being replaced by her hand, which tightly and rapidly stroked his cock. He opened his eyes, looking down at her.

She knelt before him, one arm under her substantial breasts, pushing them up to make the perfect target. Her mouth was centimetres from the tip of his cock, and she gently painted the head of it with licks and kisses as she wanked him.

She smirked up at him as she stared into his eyes, her hand a blur as she wanked him.

“Yep, they’ve named you as an existing partner. All four of them.” She said, just as his orgasm arrived.

****

Finishing the shower took longer than expected. While Callum was mindful that Sarah would have an orgasm from oral contact with his cum, the concept was so new that in the heat of the moment, she’d forgotten.

Being under the spray of the shower while being hypersensitive post-orgasm was described by Sarah as being a pleasantly unpleasant experience. Callum had to leave her to calm down and allow her time to wash her hair. He’d jumped out to get ready before Sarah chose violence in retaliation for every ‘innocent’ shudder-inducing bump and touch.

The way they had grinned at each other before he left the bathroom had given him butterflies. It was as if they were teenagers again, finding each other romantically for the first time.

He returned to his bedroom, dried himself off, and put on clean clothes. He also grabbed his phone, which Sarah had left on the nightstand. Heading to the kitchen, intending to put the kettle on while he checked the emails, Karl met him in the kitchen doorway. The dog looked at him intently before limping over to his bowl, looking down at it and then back at Callum.

“Did I miss one of your meals? Sorry Karl.” Callum retrieved the bowl and gave him a slightly larger portion of dry dog food than he had received at regular intervals over the last three days. It already looked like Karl had put a little weight back on, his ribs not feeling quite so prominent. Callum was already less concerned about Karl eating so much in one sitting that he would be sick. So much had happened in so little time. It was hard to believe Karl was new to the house and this routine.

He also remembered to fetch Karl’s medication, pressing the pill into a chunk of cheese, which he threw to Karl. Of course, the fridge door opening brought Piper and Skye running, their visual consternation at not also receiving cheese, causing Callum to fetch them some treats, too.

Leaning on the kitchen counter, he waited for the kettle to boil and kept an eye on the dogs in case of any trouble around the food bowl. So far, Piper and Skye had been tolerant of Karl receiving more meals than them, and Karl hadn’t reacted negatively to them mooching about when he was eating. But it remained a concern, especially as Karl regained his health and strength.

While listening to Karl crunch his way through the food, Callum retrieved his phone from his pocket and reviewed his emails.

He received four emails, all with times indicating that they were sent within a few seconds of each other: one each from Mira, Alison, and Emma, all of which used the same template.

These emails notified him of their immediate termination of employment - listing various parts of the Working Time Regulation they claimed he had breached. This gave him a significant clue as to Catherine's likely involvement.

Emma’s email went further and also listed a lack of sexual harassment as one of her issues. Callum chuckled at this.

Catherine's email was longer and delved heavily into various aspects of her tenancy contract, which he had no doubt was correct. However, the outcome was the same: an immediate termination of her tenancy.

He shook his head. He’d have accepted a text message from them saying ‘I quit’, but he understood, knowing of the other requests, that there was a deliberate theatre to what the ladies were doing.

Then there were the four text messages, received within seconds of each other and sent via some sort of government emergency notification message that Callum had never seen before. Each message started with ‘ATTENTION, DO NOT IGNORE’ and went on to notify him of a pending partner request along with an associated link.

He selected the link in the first text, which took him to Alison’s profile. The Delphi page provided him with very little information, featuring basic biographical details on Alison. She had three profile pictures, which he clicked through. The first was her wearing a sundress and smiling in the garden on a summer's day, looking happy and cute in the sunshine. The second was a picture Callum had taken of her painting in the lodge's garden one bright afternoon. Barefoot on the grass, she stood with her back to the camera in front of the canvas with a good view across the loch visible through the trees. The last was Callum sitting on a camping chair during one of their summer outdoor barbeque gatherings. He was smiling at the camera while sitting playfully on his lap with her arm around his neck was Alison. He had never seen this photo before, likely due to how Alison looked at him while he sat smiling at the camera, completely unaware. If he had seen this image months ago, he doubted he’d have been so ignorant of Alison’s interest in him. Finally, her profile included information that she had listed Callum as her ‘Boyfriend’.

The result next to ‘% Match’ was ‘N/A’.

Callum slowly went through each of the other three profiles.

Mira’s profile pictures showed her wearing the outfit she’d worn the morning she, Emma, and Alison had their morning ‘teasing’ competition. One of the ladies must have taken this image for her. Mira’s smile was one of amusement and promise as she posed draped over a sofa, nothing explicit on display but plenty tactfully hinted at. Another picture was a smiling selfie she’d taken with Callum on a sunny day in the woods, pressed together, reddened cheek to cheek as they had hiked over rough terrain beforehand. The last one was a group selfie photo of all of them grinning, bar Catherine, who wore her usual uncertain half smile, during a summer barbecue. She had also listed Callum as her ‘Boyfriend’.

He had half gasped and half laughed at Emma’s profile. The first profile picture showed her looking professional in a chef’s outfit, an older photo Agnes and Rory had used in the Island’s holiday brochure. Another was of Emma on the shore of the loch, smiling at the camera with autumn leaves on the trees behind her. The third was a naked mirror selfie, complete with deliberately messy hair and streaked makeup, an Ahegao face, and her ample chest pushed together with her elbows while she held the phone and made a peace sign. She had listed Callum as ‘Lover’.

The last one had surprised him the most, as he hadn’t expected it. Catherine’s profile was similarly sparse, with limited biographical information. Her first profile picture, which was in black and white, looked like a headshot for a professional publication. The next was a photo Callum remembered taking during the summer - an uncertain but happy-looking Catherine in the centre with half a smile. Around her, Mira, Alison, and Emma leaned in with arms around Catherine, pulling funny faces. Her final picture was almost as shocking as Emma’s. It was an artfully composed image of Catherine naked in her Boathouse bathtub - the bubbles hid much while still leaving a fair amount of interesting curves on display. The picture didn’t show her face, only her hair tied up, her body in the bath, bubbles and the fantastic view of the loch at sunset.

“I can see why you stopped on that one,” Sarah said from behind him.

Callum almost dropped the phone in shock, feeling like he had been caught looking at something he shouldn’t have been. Behind him, Sarah laughed as her hand found his shoulder.

She kept her hand there as she moved into view. Her bare feet were almost silent on the floor. She’d changed into a t-shirt and jeans, though a towel was still wrapped around her hair. “Did you see Emma’s?” She continued with a raised eyebrow.

He swallowed hard, placing the phone on the table, then answering while trying to keep his voice level. “I did. It’s very much like her. If I’d considered it, I would have expected something like that.”

“Catherine seems classy. Her photos were pretty moving. I think she wanted to emphasise how important the others are to her while still showing you a sensual side. I was surprised when I saw the profiles and dates of birth. The way you were talking about Mira, I thought she was a retired nurse. Instead, she looks like a…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to remember the word.

“Bollywood star?” Callum suggested.

“Yes! That’s it. She’s gorgeous. From that selfie she included, I could see that there’s something between you.” Sarah sounded a little sad, but her tone also had an element of teasing. “Alison is as cute as a button - I think you played down her feelings for you, but they were pretty clear in that picture. And Emma - wow. She is stunning. And she looks like she has the confidence you need more of in your life. And those tits…”

Both of them laughed, Callum more out of relief that Sarah was being so calm.

“Catherine’s is the most surprising.” Callum picked up the phone and returned to Catherine’s profile page. She listed him as ‘Other’ and gave a free text answer of ‘Swain’ to describe her relationship.

He shook his head, still a little in shock. “And I had no idea what was happening with Alison until the other day. I’d never seen that photo before, but if I had, maybe I’d have been a little more aware.”

They sat together in silence, Callum putting the phone down again.

“So what are you going to do?” Sarah asked him.

He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling, and raised his hands to comb through his hair. With a sigh, he leaned forward, making eye contact with Sarah again. “I keep thinking about what you said.”

Sarah nodded sadly. “I don’t think I will ever stop regretting that choice I made for you. For us, really. I don’t want you to fall into the same trap. I understand how you feel, but...” She sighed. “You might come to regret your choice. These women have made it clear to you what they want. They heard what you thought and still went off and picked you regardless. You obviously like and respect them all. I can tell by how you speak about them. How proud you were telling me about Emma having cooked the food and how Mira and Catherine looked after me. Even how proud you were of how Alison stood up for herself.”

“So I should say yes?” Callum asked before pausing for a brief moment. “Actually, no, don’t answer that. That’s not a fair question for you or them.”

Sarah looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean?”

He thought momentarily, trying to find a way to express the wrongness he’d felt about what he had asked. “It puts you in a difficult position, and it seems… unfair… on them if I only based my decision on what you told me. Even if you wanted me to say yes, it’d be disrespectful to them. I should be able to look them in the eye and tell them it was my decision, and they should know that’s true.”

They exchanged a look, Callum’s serious and Sarah’s puzzled, before she laughed lightly and patted his hand. “Oh, Cal, you don’t half torture yourself.” She rested her hand on his, squeezing it. “So what next?”

Callum picked up his phone again. “My first thought was to drop the group chat a line and see if Emma was cooking dinner. But that might be a bit odd now that she’s quit.”

“You could invite them here. I don’t mind trying to put something together.” She offered, glancing around the kitchen.

Callum smiled in response.“Thanks, but I think I’d be best cooking if we did that. Emma was helping me learn a few dishes earlier in the year, and I think if I put in the effort, it might help repair some damaged relationships.”

Sarah patted his hand again. “Well, you decide what you want to do. About food, I mean. And I’ll see if I can glam up a little since we’ll have company.” She stood, stepping closer to him and leaning down for a long, slow kiss. “Just remember, those ladies will be nervous wrecks while waiting for a reply. It’d be cruel to tease them.”

****

“I don’t have an answer right now, but I understand I hurt you all earlier today. Let me apologise by cooking dinner, and you can all meet Sarah.”

Callum debated the wording for about fifteen minutes before deciding to keep it simple. He took a breath and sent the group chat message. Then, he watched as the message showed as being read, and all four of the ladies appeared to be ‘typing’.

Then stopped.

Five minutes later, a reply arrived - a message from Alison.

“Emma has already prepared dinner. It’d be easier if you came to us. We are all excited to meet Sarah. 7pm ok? xxx”

The addition of the three kisses was a new addition. One had previously been standard from Alison.

Callum left the kitchen, stopping in the doorway of Sarah’s room, leaning on the doorframe and watching her as she sorted through her bag, dressed in jeans and a dark blue bra.

“Change of plans.” He said.

Sarah jumped slightly, turning towards him with her hand over her heart. “Jesus, Callum, I’m going to need to get you a collar with a bell.”

He chuckled and shrugged. “Just getting you back for earlier. We’ve been invited to the Lodge. Emma’s already got dinner organised. They probably decided that they trusted her cooking more than mine.”

“Oh, right. Well, that’s fine by me. It helps me choose what to wear. If we’re going by quad, I’d better pick something warm. Not that I have much to choose from.” She waved her hand dismissively towards the bag. “I didn’t have much clothing-wise, certainly not much that was dressy. And he… he used to pick my clothes. Tell me what to wear.” She looked embarrassed and sad as she spoke, unwilling to meet Callum’s eye.

Callum immediately closed the distance, opening his arms as she looked up at his sudden movement. He hugged her, which she welcomed, nuzzling into his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him.

They stood there, unmoving and silent.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that ‘Rah,” He quietly said while squeezing her gently in the hug. “Whatever I can do to help, just let me know. But you should also know that you are gorgeous, and whatever you choose will look great.” He emphasised this with a kiss on her cheek.

Sarah nodded against him. “Thanks Cal. It’s… it’s just bizarre. I can remember it all. Everything that happened is right there in my brain. But… like I said before, it’s almost like it happened to someone else. Or like it was a movie I watched or a book I read rather than my lived experience. I’m just scared of what will happen when that feeling disappears. If it disappears.” She squeezed him in return before pulling back, kissing him gently on the cheek before making eye contact. “So I’m sorry in advance if, at some point, it all comes thundering back and leaves me a mess, and you have to pick up the pieces.”

Callum leaned forward again, kissing the tip of her nose and causing a little shiver to run down her spine before affectionately rubbing his nose against hers. “Hopefully, it never does, but we can look at getting you some online counselling or therapy before anything like that happens - if you want to. We’ll deal with each issue if and when it arises. But full disclosure: I’ve been having some mental health issues recently - panic attacks, we think. Mira and the ladies were helping me process some of it.”

Sarah leaned back to make eye contact properly, her hands touching his shoulders. “Are you ok?”

“I think so. I will be. It only really started last week. I had a pretty intense conversation with Mira, then Emma made some moves on me, and I just about ran out of the Lodge. I couldn’t understand why I was reacting like that. When Mira, Alison and Emma sat me down to talk about it, they listened and suggested it was a reaction to people getting close. A self-defence mechanism to stop me from being hurt.”

Concern showed on Sarah’s face as she guided him to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. “Why? Someone must have hurt you badly to make you have that reaction.” A flicker of guilt passed over her features. “Did I do that to you?” She spoke those words in a whisper as if fearing his response.

“No, it wasn’t you. The stupid decisions I made after you came back with ‘The Arsehole’, yes. But not you directly. It’s a long story - about my divorce and my career exploding.” He gave her a slightly sad, lopsided grin. “A tale I am happy to share with you, but not right now.”

Beside him, Sarah nodded slightly, squeezing his arm and looking at him with concern. “Okay. But it is a story I want to hear.” She looked at the bed they were sitting on and then back at him, biting her lower lip slightly, looking nervous suddenly. “All the stuff we’ve done today. That didn’t cause you to feel… panicked… did it?”

Callum’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head slightly, thinking back. He’d had feelings, sure. But none of panic. If anything, he’d had a very intense feeling of connection - like he was doing what he was supposed to be doing. He shook his head in response to her question. “No. Actually, I’ve been fine. More settled. Like I’m on the right path.”

Sarah smiled genuinely in response. “I’m glad.” She glanced down at the bed again. “Soooo… when are they expecting us? Have we time for…” She wiggled her eyebrows at him while pointing towards the bed with her head.

Callum laughed before checking the time on his phone. “Unfortunately, no. They said seven, and we’ll need to take our time on the quad. It’s already pitch black out there.”

She sighed, making a mock pouty face at him while pushing her bra-clad breasts in his direction, squeezing them together with her upper arms as she did so.

He laughed again. “No, bad girl.”

In response, she exaggerated the pout further. Callum smiled back. “It’s not that I’m not tempted ‘Rah. But I’ve caused enough upset today without being late when they expect us.”

Sarah dropped the pout immediately, nodding in understanding. “Yeah, ok.”

“But.” He added salaciously. “If you behave, I might let you sleep in my bed tonight.” On uttering this, he wiggled his eyebrows, causing laughter to burst forth from Sarah.

“So Smooth. Fine, but only if you promise to call me a bad girl next time...” She responded, her eyebrows wiggling back at him.

****

Callum drove the Quad over the trail to the Lodge, with Sarah gripping tightly to his waist.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t have managed on her own - she’d ridden this trail thousands of times and had always been vastly more proficient on a Quad or dirtbike than him. However, she’d not been on a Quad in several years, and agreed that a pitch-black night wasn’t the best time to re-familiarise herself with the vehicle or the terrain.

They arrived in good time, even with Callum taking it easy in the dark.

Following the track to the Lodge, it would have been impossible to miss. Warm light spilt out onto the lawn and gardens, showing curtains had not yet been drawn.

Bright, motion-sensitive security lights blinked on as they pulled into the parking area for the Lodge residents' vehicles. “This place looks better than I remember.” Said Sarah as she took off her helmet, passing it to Callum.

“Yeah, your mum and dad put a lot of work into tidying it up and fitting it out for the type of guests they wanted to attract. When was the last time you were back?” He took the helmet from her, placing it on the larger ATV buggy in one of the open outbuildings.

“Before I was married. ‘The Arsehole’ was a city boy and only tolerated visits for so long. Mum and Dad had tried to get along with him and welcome him here, but as soon as we left, he would turn every minor thing into a massive perceived sleight. Once we were married, he only got worse. He’d promise to bring me or let me visit. Then he’d decide I’d done something to show him I couldn’t be trusted. And I’d have to cancel.” She sighed. “I realised too late that it was just another method he’d used to isolate me. Eventually, I’d no way to contact anyone, and he’d convinced me that no one wanted to hear from me anyway.”

Callum squeezed her hand, bringing her back to the here and now.

She glanced at him, giving him an embarrassed smile. “Sorry. I never imagined I’d be here again, and thinking back on it all now makes me feel… stupid. Like I should have done more, sooner, to get away.”

“We all find ourselves with those thoughts ‘Rah. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, as they say. Many other people have found themselves in similar positions, myself included.” He bumped his shoulder against hers as they stood side by side, looking towards the Lodge. They had already agreed to limit the physical displays of affection tonight for fear of upsetting anyone.

Sarah returned his gesture, squeezing his hand before reluctantly letting go. Taking a deep breath, she nodded towards the house. “Shall we go?”

Callum nodded, taking a deep breath and hoping tonight would help him decide what to do. “Let’s. And I’m sorry in advance, just in case.”

****