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Segment Introduction:
This portion is the further backstory of my main characters, Sari and Sam Rolston. It is a flashback by the main character Sari Rolston. This scene takes place after their initial introduction. Sari is a high school senior and Sam is a rising star in the music industry. Chaz is Sari's half brother.
Questions
In the earlier segments, if you choose to read them, I attempted to paint Sari as an assertive young woman, witty, wise a little ambitious, but I wanted to portray her as possibly bitting off more than she can chew when she gets her wish even more vulnerable than she anticipated herself being. I'd like to know if you find this a poorly executed contradiction or something that is feasbile basd on who her character is.
I'm also concerned if maybe I made the exchange between Sari and Sam too long. Does it go on and on and you are bored with it or do the details pull out the right amounts of details about each character.
I would also like to know if I've been too vague with how Sari comes to terms with what she's done. Should she be more on the side of one emotion or the other? Does Sam's character help the reader to understand their connection?
Is the exchange between Sam and Sari too pervy? I was going for a tiny kink factor/fetish/perverted curiousity when it came to Sam's interest in Sari but I didn't want to cross a line with it being a complete turn off.
Line-by-line edit ing is appreciated. I haven't given this one that close of an eyeball. If you have the time to do that, great, please share those areas that need help. If not, your general comments and attention to my specific questions help me too.
**THE REST** (password=comfort) All lower case.
Thanks in advance for your time.
SW
Comfort Part III
Nicole Best © 2006
~-~
Located fifty yards from the main house was the recording studio. Sari hummed as she walked along the brick herringbone path.
“Track 9. My favorite too.”
Sari nodded in agreement then looked into the night sky. The autumn moon seemed larger and more luminous than it had on any other night. She could see every crater, shadow and detail clearly. There was no man in the moon, only a mesmerizing globe she thought she could pluck from the sky if she so desired.
“Does the air seem...” Sari took a deep breath. “fresher tonight?”
Chaz groaned in response then turned the knob opening the studio door.
The horticultural perfume that seemed to be the fragrant theme of the night greeted them at the door. Chaz coughed. Sari took a deep appreciative breath.
The corridor ended at a tall, black metal door with a port hole in the center. Sari stood on tip toe to peek inside. It appeared as if the party crowd had overflowed into the studio. A jam session was in progress. Three men sat on stools playing acoustic guitars, one man sat on a formless chair pounding out a rhythm on a set of bongos. Fresh faced women lounged in the floor as the audience. Their ironed, pale hair hung limply along their blushed cheeks. They giggled and laughed between moments of adoring fixation. Sari raised a disapproving eyebrow.
Chaz opened the door and ushered Sari in by the small of her back. They eased into the room unnoticed and stood with their backs to the control room window.
“Those are the members of Mystic. Their album will release next month.” Chaz whispered into her ear.
“Not bad.” Sari commented but wasn’t really listen. She kept the door insight from the corner of her eye.
When the four man sound machine stopped and their gushing devotees gained control over their senses, Sari heard a knock on the control room glass. She turned and saw Sam smiling, with his head cocked to one side. He beckoned her to him with one long masculine finger. Her heart flip-flopped. She might have leapt into the air had she not been adhering strictly to her air of “calm-cool-collected”. She gave Chaz an excited side glance as she went round to the control room door.
“So? What do you think?” Sam beamed and extended out his arms in a gesture of presentation.
“It’s all...great.” Sari cringed at her stupidity. “‘Great’? Is that the best you can do?” she thought to herself.
Sam was watching her with the same mischievous grin from before. His eyes twinkled with a knowing warmth that caused Sari to fidget with the beads around her neck. They clinked against each other, providing the only sound in the room during an uncomfortable silence.
“Speak dummy!” Sari screamed to herself. “Don’t make yourself look like a complete moron.” Her eyes searched for something to talk about. In front of her were switches and levers spanning underneath the control room window and session notes on the tabletop beside it. Along the walls were concert promotion posters, bright screen prints with black, bold balloon-like fonts. “Ah! You know these.” A band she saw during the summer at the amphitheater, a solo act from the bar on the strip; she had to sneak through the delivery door in order to be in the audience and then there was her favorite: Abyss.
“Say something!” she screamed again.
The words were there, at the back of her mouth, then on the tip of her tongue but they were twisted around her shock. Sari was surprised by her unworldly luck. She was in a room along with Abyss’s Sam Rolston. All of the topics she envisioned herself conversing intelligently about were lost; were dust, particles of her immature infatuation and newfound muteness. Her biting wit had melted into a blanket stare into a psychedelic patterned poster on the far wall over Sam’s head.
Sari’s eyes shifted to Sam for a nervous moment. He was smiling. His thin lips were stretched broadly over perfectly aligned teeth. He seemed genuinely entertained. She bristled a bit at the assumption that he could be formulating the impression that she was some dumb kid, but under his gaze she was unable to release a defensive remark. His eyes held her, laughing and warm, brown and soft. She smiled back. No word was spoken. She knew then, what was said. Sari held his gaze a moment longer enjoying the way his brown eyes gleamed when his smile tugged on the corners. Sari looked away as a hot blush crept up the back of her neck.
“Come here.” Sam held out his hand.
Sari tried not to look at it as if he had thrust a deadly snake at her but was unable to conceal her shock. “His hand!” her heart exclaimed.
Sam chuckled deep within his chest. “I won’t bite.”
“I know. I’m just a little...”
“I understand. These parties get big and rowdy quick.”
Sari felt relief. “I guess that’s it.” She took his hand.
Sam pulled her toward him, close enough that her hip bumped into his shoulder.
“This is where the magic happens. All of the effects that make a record sound good happens right from this deck. Here. Put these on. I’ll show you.”
Sam handed her a set of headphones. She slipped them over her ears. Sam’s hands moved expertly over the board and in moments the sounds from the studio filtered in. The musicians had started a new original performance. Their feminine entourage was up on their feet, clapping, laughing and spinning around in a lose, almost tribal dance. Their dresses with high waists and soft floral colors and prints billowed out around their bare legs as they swirled. Their lilt and laughter was suddenly cut when Sam moved a switch to a lower position. Sam then brought up the sound of the percussion. It was a driving rhythm that Sari had to move her hips to. Guitar filtered through the headphones in a way that made Sari think of how the sunset bleeds into an evening sky. She closed her eyes and allowed the sounds to wash over her.
For an eight count the music played, then Sam must have made a change. The music became fuller layering the original with the accompaniment of the second guitar and now the third. The sounds were full and pleasing. Her shoulders relaxed. The pulse flowed through her ears, down her body and into her muscles. They flexed and relaxed, moving her limbs in a sultry dance. For a few moments she was lost in the sounds. They were a spell she had no defense against. Then, she realized that she might be being watch. Would Sam enjoy seeing her move this way? Sari forced more sexual innuendo into her hips, a little more invitation in the way she released her head back.
A tiny touch of warm fingertips against the back of her knee answered her suspicions. Instead of stopping her private performance and turning to question Sam about what he thought he was doing, she slowed her movements to allow what would happen. If he didn’t touch her any further she would at least have that one intimate moment to remember and burn on her body forever. To her great satisfaction and increasing excitement, Sam added the fingers of his other hand to the top of her opposite thigh. Sari swayed in time with the music encapsulated around her ears.
“They’re really good.” Sari spoke too loudly, unaware of the tone of her voice over the music dominating her hearing.
Sam held her legs more firmly. Sari’s heart fluttered when he squeezed gently then followed the tender muscle up to the lacy hem of her panties.
“I look forward to buying their next record.” Sari’s voice came out like a quivering squeak.
Sam didn’t stop his progress at the hem. He teased his fingers under the elastic. Sari’s dance of seduction ended.
Her eyes were unfocused but pointed out into the studio. Her body became aware of Sam’s exploration. One finger tented open her white panties while another pressed between the sweet crease of her bottom.
“Do you think Abyss will tour with them next summer?” Sari’s voice trailed off into a whisper.
Sam’s index finger touched briefly on the tight pucker of her ass before easing along the flesh wall bordering her womanly folds. Sari sucked in a shallow breath. Tension and uncertainly froze her. Sari’s eyes bounced from person to person without seeing one. She trembled then lowered her head. Through the veil of her hair she looked back at Sam. His attention was focused on his task.
“This is what you’ve wanted isn’t it?” A voice inside her head spoke.
Sari attempted to smooth down her dress. Sam looked up. There was no humor in his face. There was only a deep penetrating look she hadn’t ever known. Sari opened her mouth to tell him that she didn’t feel right about having him do this. As exciting and envious a position she was in, it only made her embarrassed. Sari was mortified at the thought of someone catching her like this.
Sam spoke to Sari with softened eyes. His smile returned. Playfully he lifted his finger to his lips signaling silence. Sari watched his index finger linger around his lips and under his nose. He inhaled deeply. His eyes fluttered shut.
Sari bit into her lower lip then hid her face into her shoulder. She held her breath until she felt Sam’s finger. The music in the headphones changed one last time. Sam had turned down all other layers so the drums thumped in her ears.
His movements along her bottom didn’t pause for her permission. He lifted the dress’s skirt to her hips. Sari steadied herself against the control deck. The drum beats echoed in her head, eventually matching her heartbeat. Soon she didn’t know if it was her pulse or the music that sounded louder. By now Sam had her underwear down around her ankles and a moistened finger back against her openings. Sari’s brow furrowed. She tried to reconcile her emotions. She fought against the need to remain modest and innocent and the need to feel mature and have Sam Rolston lead her down the path to womanhood. But not like this. She imagined candles and incense, his strong arms lifting her up and carrying her to a bed dressed in satin sheets; not being fondled in some cramped studio control room.
Assured that her fantasy was much more attractive than the reality Sari decided it was time to put an end to this when she felt his moustache brush her right hip. The gentle grazing of facial hair was followed by a kiss, then his large hand cupping over her mound. His tongue tasted the curve of her cheek and left a wet line up to the small of her back. A liquid heat surged through her until she felt faint. Sam applied pressure to her inner thighs until she opened them. No sooner had she complied then Sam had thrust his tongue between her cheeks. It caught her by surprise. She lunged forward against the control desk hitting what must have been the volume. The tempo increased with the sound and so did Sam’s probing. Quicker, faster, deeper was the rhythm of his tongue. It stabbed and swirled along the pink pucker. She quivered at the unfamiliar sensation. She questioned whether it was right to have a man she knew, but didn’t know, have his tongue thrust against her tight little exit.
Tentatively she turned her body enough to see his face. Sam’s eyes were closed. Her bottom was held open to his attentive tongue. She was able to catch sight of the pink tip of his tongue as it peeked up at the top of her crack then disappeared down again. He must have realized she was turned about looking down at him. He looked up, pulled away and spoke. He smiled at her then reached up to remove the headphones.
“You are incredibly delicious. Such a sexy bum.” he praised while looking deep into her eyes.
Sari said nothing, only forced a smile. It was a crooked smile, a forced smile that made the muscles in her burning cheeks hurt.
Sam took hold of her again. He pressed the small of her back, forcing an arch into her spine so that his pleasure was poised delectably at his lips. The feeling was wet and fast. Sari didn’t have time to react when he returned his hand to cover her pussy. As he licked he pressed his palm slightly into her. The dual contact made Sari feel flushed and excited in a way that had never been introduced to her. She was experiencing sensory overload. Her ears rang. Her groin sang with lyrics of awakening. Sam rubbed and licked Sari until he felt the first secretions of moisture coat his hand. This feeling she knew, but she had never had it happen with a man, with someone who knew the ways to create it. The center of her felt open and alive with warmth. A million new nerve endings were called to fire at the very surface of her flesh. Instinctually, Sari began to move her hips down into Sam’s palm almost in a way that made her think that it was separate from her, alive and eager to fill its need.
Sam’s tongue continued its pace at her hole, determined to make it wet and shiny; a match beside the one in front. Sari closed her eyes tightly until the negative images faded into dancing glittering lights. She wished for the headphones again to drawn out the wet sucking noise coming from behind her. Sari huffed with shallow breaths. Her head wanted him to stop but every inch of her flesh begged for more of his touch. Stop. Go. Please. No.
Sari opened her eyes shocked that her confusion gave pause to Sam’s assault. She heard him stand. His left arm drew her close to him. Sari sighed, grateful that Sam had finally come to his senses and was going to indulge her in a true lover’s caress. She was enveloped in his warmth. He smelled of suede and rain washed earth.
“Sam.” Sari waited for a response. She wondered if she only spoke his name in her head. “Sam?”
His large palm and slick fingers spread along her hips. “Sari. Your name is like music.” His voice was a low rumble into her hair. He pressed himself into her. Sari stiffened at the contact of Sam’s warm crotch on her exposed rump. In a swirl of sensations she could pick out the soft curls of his pubic hair and his hard point stabbing against her, up and over her cheek to the small of her back. His weight shifted back and forth against her in an awkward dance as he whispered. He talked to her, words strung so closely together she couldn’t understand him. His mouth was so close to her. She shivered when his hot words tickled her ear and neck. Sam’s arms gripped her. His movements stopped for a heartbeat of a second. A hard shimmy moved them both violently for a moment as if the whole room was coming undone by the tremors of an earthquake. Sam let out a low growl that extended out over his lips into a quick purging of every expletive in the book. Sari didn’t move until she felt spurt after spurt of hot liquid splash over her back. She was so surprised by it she fought in Sam’s arms to see what had came in contact with her tender skin. Sam’s rocking soothed it into her skin.
Sam was a heavy, limp form against her. Sari stood motionless and silent for what could have been five minutes, afraid to move for if she did they both would topple over. The wet organic aroma of Sam’s release filled the air around them. Sari felt her body respond to Sam’s random caress. Her nipples hardened to tight aching points against her dress. Her sex flooded and swelled to the point she felt the desperate need to quiet it’s pleadings, but Sam’s arms locked her against his body. She was pulsing all over. A carnal desire sprang up insider her. Sari squirmed and whimpered sweetly. It seemed to awaken Sam. He slackened his hold on her but kept her close.
“Such a sweet thing.”
The sound of his voice, full and thick with southern charm startled her.
“My sweet thing.” Sam cupped her then found the source of her hunger with his finger. Knowingly he caressed her there. It dipped. It swirled. It pressed. It flicked. It made her pant loudly. It made her see red bleeding into purple, bleeding into blue, bleeding into green. For the first time her mind shut off and her body took the wheel. She was a sleek racer steering around curves and narrow byways that were strange and exciting. The faster Sam willed her the more she released herself to abandon. Her surroundings were a blur around her. Sari raced to a finish. When she reached it she careened into a wall. Sari felt as if her whole body had been shaken loose from itself. What was rushing through her veins was no longer blood but a molten silver substance that made her glow in the low light.
“Sweet, sweet girl.” Sam praised between kisses and audible sampling of his fingers. “I knew you would be.” That said he released her completely.
Sari didn’t turn around until she heard him finish adjusting his clothing and zip himself up. The heat of her journey faded quickly as the setting came back into focus. Some time between the events with Sam starting and them ending, the studio had cleared out. A little panic sprang into her heart as she implied that maybe the whole room had seen what was happening and mutually decided to give Sam and his tart some time alone. Chaz wasn’t anywhere near to cast a disapproving glance her way. The room felt suddenly smaller than it had and Sam’s presence in it much larger.
Sari straightened her back then tugged down the hem of her dress. It clung instantly into the mess on her back like a cold cloth. She cringed, imagining how it must have looked, a blinking sign of her mischief and inability to reason.
“Everything’s okay.”
Sari turned her head to him but didn’t dare meet his eyes. She felt confused. She knew what had just transpired wasn’t sex, not the way she’d seen it being done in coat rooms at parties or even on the reel to reels being shown at those same parties. If it wasn’t that, what was it. Sari hated this new person she’d become in a matter of hours. She felt uneasy in her own uncertainty.
With a cleansing breath she mustered the nerve to meet his eyes. She wasn’t certain what she would have seen when she looked into Sam’s face but she was ill prepared for the soft, loving look there.
“Sweet girl.” Sam held his hand out to her. She took it. He pulled assertively on her arm to bring her to him. Tenderly he gathered her in his arms. He breathed her in, closing the space between their bodies and pulling her’s tighter like the deadly hug of a boa constrictor. He exhaled loudly and released her. Sari didn’t know why, but all of her uncertainly and self consciousness was erased. Any shame or trepidation she might have felt eased as Sam smiled encouragingly down into her face. She understood now, exactly what this moment was.
“I’ll find someone to take you home.”
This portion is the further backstory of my main characters, Sari and Sam Rolston. It is a flashback by the main character Sari Rolston. This scene takes place after their initial introduction. Sari is a high school senior and Sam is a rising star in the music industry. Chaz is Sari's half brother.
Questions
In the earlier segments, if you choose to read them, I attempted to paint Sari as an assertive young woman, witty, wise a little ambitious, but I wanted to portray her as possibly bitting off more than she can chew when she gets her wish even more vulnerable than she anticipated herself being. I'd like to know if you find this a poorly executed contradiction or something that is feasbile basd on who her character is.
I'm also concerned if maybe I made the exchange between Sari and Sam too long. Does it go on and on and you are bored with it or do the details pull out the right amounts of details about each character.
I would also like to know if I've been too vague with how Sari comes to terms with what she's done. Should she be more on the side of one emotion or the other? Does Sam's character help the reader to understand their connection?
Is the exchange between Sam and Sari too pervy? I was going for a tiny kink factor/fetish/perverted curiousity when it came to Sam's interest in Sari but I didn't want to cross a line with it being a complete turn off.
Line-by-line edit ing is appreciated. I haven't given this one that close of an eyeball. If you have the time to do that, great, please share those areas that need help. If not, your general comments and attention to my specific questions help me too.
**THE REST** (password=comfort) All lower case.
Thanks in advance for your time.
SW
Comfort Part III
Nicole Best © 2006
~-~
Located fifty yards from the main house was the recording studio. Sari hummed as she walked along the brick herringbone path.
“Track 9. My favorite too.”
Sari nodded in agreement then looked into the night sky. The autumn moon seemed larger and more luminous than it had on any other night. She could see every crater, shadow and detail clearly. There was no man in the moon, only a mesmerizing globe she thought she could pluck from the sky if she so desired.
“Does the air seem...” Sari took a deep breath. “fresher tonight?”
Chaz groaned in response then turned the knob opening the studio door.
The horticultural perfume that seemed to be the fragrant theme of the night greeted them at the door. Chaz coughed. Sari took a deep appreciative breath.
The corridor ended at a tall, black metal door with a port hole in the center. Sari stood on tip toe to peek inside. It appeared as if the party crowd had overflowed into the studio. A jam session was in progress. Three men sat on stools playing acoustic guitars, one man sat on a formless chair pounding out a rhythm on a set of bongos. Fresh faced women lounged in the floor as the audience. Their ironed, pale hair hung limply along their blushed cheeks. They giggled and laughed between moments of adoring fixation. Sari raised a disapproving eyebrow.
Chaz opened the door and ushered Sari in by the small of her back. They eased into the room unnoticed and stood with their backs to the control room window.
“Those are the members of Mystic. Their album will release next month.” Chaz whispered into her ear.
“Not bad.” Sari commented but wasn’t really listen. She kept the door insight from the corner of her eye.
When the four man sound machine stopped and their gushing devotees gained control over their senses, Sari heard a knock on the control room glass. She turned and saw Sam smiling, with his head cocked to one side. He beckoned her to him with one long masculine finger. Her heart flip-flopped. She might have leapt into the air had she not been adhering strictly to her air of “calm-cool-collected”. She gave Chaz an excited side glance as she went round to the control room door.
“So? What do you think?” Sam beamed and extended out his arms in a gesture of presentation.
“It’s all...great.” Sari cringed at her stupidity. “‘Great’? Is that the best you can do?” she thought to herself.
Sam was watching her with the same mischievous grin from before. His eyes twinkled with a knowing warmth that caused Sari to fidget with the beads around her neck. They clinked against each other, providing the only sound in the room during an uncomfortable silence.
“Speak dummy!” Sari screamed to herself. “Don’t make yourself look like a complete moron.” Her eyes searched for something to talk about. In front of her were switches and levers spanning underneath the control room window and session notes on the tabletop beside it. Along the walls were concert promotion posters, bright screen prints with black, bold balloon-like fonts. “Ah! You know these.” A band she saw during the summer at the amphitheater, a solo act from the bar on the strip; she had to sneak through the delivery door in order to be in the audience and then there was her favorite: Abyss.
“Say something!” she screamed again.
The words were there, at the back of her mouth, then on the tip of her tongue but they were twisted around her shock. Sari was surprised by her unworldly luck. She was in a room along with Abyss’s Sam Rolston. All of the topics she envisioned herself conversing intelligently about were lost; were dust, particles of her immature infatuation and newfound muteness. Her biting wit had melted into a blanket stare into a psychedelic patterned poster on the far wall over Sam’s head.
Sari’s eyes shifted to Sam for a nervous moment. He was smiling. His thin lips were stretched broadly over perfectly aligned teeth. He seemed genuinely entertained. She bristled a bit at the assumption that he could be formulating the impression that she was some dumb kid, but under his gaze she was unable to release a defensive remark. His eyes held her, laughing and warm, brown and soft. She smiled back. No word was spoken. She knew then, what was said. Sari held his gaze a moment longer enjoying the way his brown eyes gleamed when his smile tugged on the corners. Sari looked away as a hot blush crept up the back of her neck.
“Come here.” Sam held out his hand.
Sari tried not to look at it as if he had thrust a deadly snake at her but was unable to conceal her shock. “His hand!” her heart exclaimed.
Sam chuckled deep within his chest. “I won’t bite.”
“I know. I’m just a little...”
“I understand. These parties get big and rowdy quick.”
Sari felt relief. “I guess that’s it.” She took his hand.
Sam pulled her toward him, close enough that her hip bumped into his shoulder.
“This is where the magic happens. All of the effects that make a record sound good happens right from this deck. Here. Put these on. I’ll show you.”
Sam handed her a set of headphones. She slipped them over her ears. Sam’s hands moved expertly over the board and in moments the sounds from the studio filtered in. The musicians had started a new original performance. Their feminine entourage was up on their feet, clapping, laughing and spinning around in a lose, almost tribal dance. Their dresses with high waists and soft floral colors and prints billowed out around their bare legs as they swirled. Their lilt and laughter was suddenly cut when Sam moved a switch to a lower position. Sam then brought up the sound of the percussion. It was a driving rhythm that Sari had to move her hips to. Guitar filtered through the headphones in a way that made Sari think of how the sunset bleeds into an evening sky. She closed her eyes and allowed the sounds to wash over her.
For an eight count the music played, then Sam must have made a change. The music became fuller layering the original with the accompaniment of the second guitar and now the third. The sounds were full and pleasing. Her shoulders relaxed. The pulse flowed through her ears, down her body and into her muscles. They flexed and relaxed, moving her limbs in a sultry dance. For a few moments she was lost in the sounds. They were a spell she had no defense against. Then, she realized that she might be being watch. Would Sam enjoy seeing her move this way? Sari forced more sexual innuendo into her hips, a little more invitation in the way she released her head back.
A tiny touch of warm fingertips against the back of her knee answered her suspicions. Instead of stopping her private performance and turning to question Sam about what he thought he was doing, she slowed her movements to allow what would happen. If he didn’t touch her any further she would at least have that one intimate moment to remember and burn on her body forever. To her great satisfaction and increasing excitement, Sam added the fingers of his other hand to the top of her opposite thigh. Sari swayed in time with the music encapsulated around her ears.
“They’re really good.” Sari spoke too loudly, unaware of the tone of her voice over the music dominating her hearing.
Sam held her legs more firmly. Sari’s heart fluttered when he squeezed gently then followed the tender muscle up to the lacy hem of her panties.
“I look forward to buying their next record.” Sari’s voice came out like a quivering squeak.
Sam didn’t stop his progress at the hem. He teased his fingers under the elastic. Sari’s dance of seduction ended.
Her eyes were unfocused but pointed out into the studio. Her body became aware of Sam’s exploration. One finger tented open her white panties while another pressed between the sweet crease of her bottom.
“Do you think Abyss will tour with them next summer?” Sari’s voice trailed off into a whisper.
Sam’s index finger touched briefly on the tight pucker of her ass before easing along the flesh wall bordering her womanly folds. Sari sucked in a shallow breath. Tension and uncertainly froze her. Sari’s eyes bounced from person to person without seeing one. She trembled then lowered her head. Through the veil of her hair she looked back at Sam. His attention was focused on his task.
“This is what you’ve wanted isn’t it?” A voice inside her head spoke.
Sari attempted to smooth down her dress. Sam looked up. There was no humor in his face. There was only a deep penetrating look she hadn’t ever known. Sari opened her mouth to tell him that she didn’t feel right about having him do this. As exciting and envious a position she was in, it only made her embarrassed. Sari was mortified at the thought of someone catching her like this.
Sam spoke to Sari with softened eyes. His smile returned. Playfully he lifted his finger to his lips signaling silence. Sari watched his index finger linger around his lips and under his nose. He inhaled deeply. His eyes fluttered shut.
Sari bit into her lower lip then hid her face into her shoulder. She held her breath until she felt Sam’s finger. The music in the headphones changed one last time. Sam had turned down all other layers so the drums thumped in her ears.
His movements along her bottom didn’t pause for her permission. He lifted the dress’s skirt to her hips. Sari steadied herself against the control deck. The drum beats echoed in her head, eventually matching her heartbeat. Soon she didn’t know if it was her pulse or the music that sounded louder. By now Sam had her underwear down around her ankles and a moistened finger back against her openings. Sari’s brow furrowed. She tried to reconcile her emotions. She fought against the need to remain modest and innocent and the need to feel mature and have Sam Rolston lead her down the path to womanhood. But not like this. She imagined candles and incense, his strong arms lifting her up and carrying her to a bed dressed in satin sheets; not being fondled in some cramped studio control room.
Assured that her fantasy was much more attractive than the reality Sari decided it was time to put an end to this when she felt his moustache brush her right hip. The gentle grazing of facial hair was followed by a kiss, then his large hand cupping over her mound. His tongue tasted the curve of her cheek and left a wet line up to the small of her back. A liquid heat surged through her until she felt faint. Sam applied pressure to her inner thighs until she opened them. No sooner had she complied then Sam had thrust his tongue between her cheeks. It caught her by surprise. She lunged forward against the control desk hitting what must have been the volume. The tempo increased with the sound and so did Sam’s probing. Quicker, faster, deeper was the rhythm of his tongue. It stabbed and swirled along the pink pucker. She quivered at the unfamiliar sensation. She questioned whether it was right to have a man she knew, but didn’t know, have his tongue thrust against her tight little exit.
Tentatively she turned her body enough to see his face. Sam’s eyes were closed. Her bottom was held open to his attentive tongue. She was able to catch sight of the pink tip of his tongue as it peeked up at the top of her crack then disappeared down again. He must have realized she was turned about looking down at him. He looked up, pulled away and spoke. He smiled at her then reached up to remove the headphones.
“You are incredibly delicious. Such a sexy bum.” he praised while looking deep into her eyes.
Sari said nothing, only forced a smile. It was a crooked smile, a forced smile that made the muscles in her burning cheeks hurt.
Sam took hold of her again. He pressed the small of her back, forcing an arch into her spine so that his pleasure was poised delectably at his lips. The feeling was wet and fast. Sari didn’t have time to react when he returned his hand to cover her pussy. As he licked he pressed his palm slightly into her. The dual contact made Sari feel flushed and excited in a way that had never been introduced to her. She was experiencing sensory overload. Her ears rang. Her groin sang with lyrics of awakening. Sam rubbed and licked Sari until he felt the first secretions of moisture coat his hand. This feeling she knew, but she had never had it happen with a man, with someone who knew the ways to create it. The center of her felt open and alive with warmth. A million new nerve endings were called to fire at the very surface of her flesh. Instinctually, Sari began to move her hips down into Sam’s palm almost in a way that made her think that it was separate from her, alive and eager to fill its need.
Sam’s tongue continued its pace at her hole, determined to make it wet and shiny; a match beside the one in front. Sari closed her eyes tightly until the negative images faded into dancing glittering lights. She wished for the headphones again to drawn out the wet sucking noise coming from behind her. Sari huffed with shallow breaths. Her head wanted him to stop but every inch of her flesh begged for more of his touch. Stop. Go. Please. No.
Sari opened her eyes shocked that her confusion gave pause to Sam’s assault. She heard him stand. His left arm drew her close to him. Sari sighed, grateful that Sam had finally come to his senses and was going to indulge her in a true lover’s caress. She was enveloped in his warmth. He smelled of suede and rain washed earth.
“Sam.” Sari waited for a response. She wondered if she only spoke his name in her head. “Sam?”
His large palm and slick fingers spread along her hips. “Sari. Your name is like music.” His voice was a low rumble into her hair. He pressed himself into her. Sari stiffened at the contact of Sam’s warm crotch on her exposed rump. In a swirl of sensations she could pick out the soft curls of his pubic hair and his hard point stabbing against her, up and over her cheek to the small of her back. His weight shifted back and forth against her in an awkward dance as he whispered. He talked to her, words strung so closely together she couldn’t understand him. His mouth was so close to her. She shivered when his hot words tickled her ear and neck. Sam’s arms gripped her. His movements stopped for a heartbeat of a second. A hard shimmy moved them both violently for a moment as if the whole room was coming undone by the tremors of an earthquake. Sam let out a low growl that extended out over his lips into a quick purging of every expletive in the book. Sari didn’t move until she felt spurt after spurt of hot liquid splash over her back. She was so surprised by it she fought in Sam’s arms to see what had came in contact with her tender skin. Sam’s rocking soothed it into her skin.
Sam was a heavy, limp form against her. Sari stood motionless and silent for what could have been five minutes, afraid to move for if she did they both would topple over. The wet organic aroma of Sam’s release filled the air around them. Sari felt her body respond to Sam’s random caress. Her nipples hardened to tight aching points against her dress. Her sex flooded and swelled to the point she felt the desperate need to quiet it’s pleadings, but Sam’s arms locked her against his body. She was pulsing all over. A carnal desire sprang up insider her. Sari squirmed and whimpered sweetly. It seemed to awaken Sam. He slackened his hold on her but kept her close.
“Such a sweet thing.”
The sound of his voice, full and thick with southern charm startled her.
“My sweet thing.” Sam cupped her then found the source of her hunger with his finger. Knowingly he caressed her there. It dipped. It swirled. It pressed. It flicked. It made her pant loudly. It made her see red bleeding into purple, bleeding into blue, bleeding into green. For the first time her mind shut off and her body took the wheel. She was a sleek racer steering around curves and narrow byways that were strange and exciting. The faster Sam willed her the more she released herself to abandon. Her surroundings were a blur around her. Sari raced to a finish. When she reached it she careened into a wall. Sari felt as if her whole body had been shaken loose from itself. What was rushing through her veins was no longer blood but a molten silver substance that made her glow in the low light.
“Sweet, sweet girl.” Sam praised between kisses and audible sampling of his fingers. “I knew you would be.” That said he released her completely.
Sari didn’t turn around until she heard him finish adjusting his clothing and zip himself up. The heat of her journey faded quickly as the setting came back into focus. Some time between the events with Sam starting and them ending, the studio had cleared out. A little panic sprang into her heart as she implied that maybe the whole room had seen what was happening and mutually decided to give Sam and his tart some time alone. Chaz wasn’t anywhere near to cast a disapproving glance her way. The room felt suddenly smaller than it had and Sam’s presence in it much larger.
Sari straightened her back then tugged down the hem of her dress. It clung instantly into the mess on her back like a cold cloth. She cringed, imagining how it must have looked, a blinking sign of her mischief and inability to reason.
“Everything’s okay.”
Sari turned her head to him but didn’t dare meet his eyes. She felt confused. She knew what had just transpired wasn’t sex, not the way she’d seen it being done in coat rooms at parties or even on the reel to reels being shown at those same parties. If it wasn’t that, what was it. Sari hated this new person she’d become in a matter of hours. She felt uneasy in her own uncertainty.
With a cleansing breath she mustered the nerve to meet his eyes. She wasn’t certain what she would have seen when she looked into Sam’s face but she was ill prepared for the soft, loving look there.
“Sweet girl.” Sam held his hand out to her. She took it. He pulled assertively on her arm to bring her to him. Tenderly he gathered her in his arms. He breathed her in, closing the space between their bodies and pulling her’s tighter like the deadly hug of a boa constrictor. He exhaled loudly and released her. Sari didn’t know why, but all of her uncertainly and self consciousness was erased. Any shame or trepidation she might have felt eased as Sam smiled encouragingly down into her face. She understood now, exactly what this moment was.
“I’ll find someone to take you home.”
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