This follows "Weekend at Linda's" and the earlier "Into His Eyes", continuing to follow the two lovers as they explore sex and each other.
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He studied her carefully as she drove towards the cabin. He loved her fine features and wavy blonde hair. He loved her. Recalling that filled him with deep satisfaction. He loved the beautiful, complex, challenging woman and he thought that she just might love him. In any event, she obviously liked him. A lot.
This was their first chance to head up to the cabin since late last fall. That trip had been full of the unexpected. On that trip, they had first made love with one another and lovemaking had filled the long weekend. In fact, they had included another couple in their lovemaking, Janet and Sam. Janet and Samantha.
It was a glorious day for the drive. Sometimes they passed the time in idle conversation, sometimes in companionable silence, each lost in thought. There was a tension between them though, Linda had gone off on one of her mysterious disappearances for more than the past month. He still had no idea what these signified but he wondered how she managed to get such good grades when she missed so many lectures. Just as with other times when she had dropped out of sight for an extended period, she had reappeared just as suddenly, all sweetness and light. He had almost resolved to move on, to admit that a relationship with her was never going to work out when she showed up asking him to spend the weekend at her cabin.
"It's so pretty up there in the Spring," she had pleaded. Her earnest, girlish show of want made him forget his growing resolve to break up with her. That and the prospect of lots of sex. They had made love many times since last Fall, but events simply made an extended session like that impossible. Now, as they neared the scene where that had occurred, he became agitated from anticipation.
Linda was no less filled with sexual tension than he was. In fact, as she drove onward, she too recalled their last visit to the cabin. She and Janet had had sexual encounters before that, starting when they were teenagers, but those had always been one-on-one. During her brief marriage, Linda's husband had insisted that she try a threesome with him and a groupie. In fact, he'd insisted more than once, including a different girl each time. He was really turned on by watching two women going down on one another so she had done plenty of sixty-nines and knew her way around women's pussies, yet Sam was the first woman other than Janet that she had eaten out because she wanted to.
She wanted to, not because he wanted her to do it. She had been enough in love with her ex back then that she willingly followed his lead, doing whatever she thought would please him. So she'd gone down on many girls before but for him rather than for herself or the other girl. She liked the taste of pussy just fine but she had really done it for him.
It was never enough, though. One time he had brought some guy home and insisted that she fuck the guy while he watched. That was too weird for her but she had finally relented. The guy was hung like a horse, by far the biggest dick she'd ever had inside her and that had turned her on enough that she got wet before he shoved it in. He was too rough with her and, worse, had blown his load in her after a dozen strokes or so, leaving her completely unsatisfied. He wouldn't go down on her once she was oozing with his come and neither would her husband. His idea of a good follow-up move was to try to fuck her in the ass.
It was a mode of sexuality she had considered before and thought it might be interesting, under the right conditions, but these weren't those. He ordered her onto her hands and knees and plunged straight into her well-stretched cunt, taking a few strokes to get lubed up. She didn't know what he had planned. Just as she was beginning to get into it, he pulled out of her pouting pussy, frustrating her enormously. She yelped in shock when he began to push his cockhead forcefully against her asshole. Damn! That had hurt, badly. She was so tense that he never really did get very far. The more insistent he became, the more she resisted his intrusion.
When his guest started laughing at him, he became so angry that he hit her. The violence proved to be a turn on for him and before the session was through a few minutes later, she was covered in welts and bruises. She still had a small scar on her cheek to remind her of that night.
She had cried inconsolably, seething with rage and humiliation while the two men laughed at her debasement. She left him a few days after that, moving back in with her folks. The whole incident had put her off men and off sex for a while. It set her foursquare against pain and humiliation as a part of sexuality. That wasn't sexy. Eventually, though, her needs reasserted themselves and she'd begun to date again.
The man in the passenger seat was her first really steady boyfriend since then. She found his willingness to follow her lead charming but she like the way he sometimes took charge too. She really liked the fact that he was usually a very patient lover. Sure, sometimes he wanted nothing more than a quickie -- slam, bam, thank you, ma'am and roll over and go to sleep. But at those times, she was happy to comply. Sometimes that sort of fucking was just what she wanted too. Other times he was slow and thoughtful. She was beginning to understand his conviction that there was a connection between love and fucking. She'd once thought so herself but experience had convinced her otherwise.
After the incident with her ex, she had been very hesitant to try anal sex again. She would let her lovers lick her there, which she really enjoyed, but could not tolerate to suggestion of penetration.
Even though her friend Janet sang praises of her own anal orgasms, Linda just wasn't prepared to see for herself. Actually, it was Janet who first introduced her to the pleasure of being rimmed. She thought back to several years ago. When they were still in high school, one night, after a frustrating date with an eager but inept boy, Linda invited Janet over so that she could vent. Janet was in a sexy mood and hearing tales of her straight friend's sexual frustration served to make her sympathetic and horny too. The two girls had kissed before, and even sucked each other's breasts once when comparing them, telling each other that it was just to see how they looked erect. Though they had often seen each other naked, especially in the hot tub, that night was the first time they moved on to real Sapphic sex.
Janet had made love with a few other women and was able to show off the skills she learned from them. After Linda had had one particularly powerful orgasm, Janet had ordered her onto her belly and begun to tongue Lind's bottom, slowly homing in on the opening at its center, so near and yet so far from the mouth of her pussy. Janet had kept up the tender tongue work while she played with Linda's aroused clitoris. The twin sensations eventually brought Linda to a convulsive, shattering orgasm. As the thrashing subsided, Janet returned to her task and all the way down from that incredible orgasm, she continued to lap at Linda's asshole, filling her friend with unfamiliar sensations. Still after her first, hurtful experience of penetration there, she remained reluctant to try it.
As in so many aspects of sexuality, she had eventually explored this too, with a highly skilled, experienced lover. He was far older than she was and his experience and patience were key in easing her into that exploration. After that, she was willing to let her lovers fuck her in the ass sometimes, though she never could relate to Janet's enthusiasm for the act. But many of the men she had sex with seemed to think it was the hottest trick in the book and frequently expressed their interest in trying it with her. She was willing to let them satisfy that urge with her as long as they were gentle and took it slow. Most complied with her wishes. Those who did not were never again blessed with Linda's considerable favors. Some guys just didn't know how good they had it until Linda quit fucking them.
She looked from the road to the man beside her. He was her first male lover in ages to be about her own age. She usually went for men who were much older than she was. For one thing, they were usually more patient and experienced. For another, they seldom imagined a long-term future with the lithe, sensual blonde and that's how she wanted it to be.
This guy was different from most of her contemporaries. Perhaps it was his brief, unhappy engagement that made him more mature than most. Then too, that probably also explained his inexperience and innocence. She found the combination deeply alluring and he proved to be an excellent student at her hands. She reached to touch him.
He was lost in his own thoughts but her touch brought him back to the here and now. Looking to her, he felt a thrill of lust and affection tingle its way down his spine to settle in his gut. He loved Linda and the thought of spending an uninterrupted weekend making love with her sent eager twinges pulsing through his genitals. It had been nearly five weeks since last they had been together and he was eager for more of her enthusiastic love making -- 'fucking,' he corrected himself.
She didn't like to call it 'making love.' She preferred the coarser Anglo-Saxon term for sex. He knew calling it 'fucking' instead of 'making love' helped her to keep her lovers -- sex partners - at a safe remove from her. She liked the act but claimed that the attendant emotions didn't interest her. He had a sense that she was deluding herself but that may have been a delusion of his own. He loved her and wished that she felt the same way about him. This unequal romance was deeply dissatisfying for him yet he could not help himself around her. When she was nearby, he was hers. The thought brought a dopey grin to his mouth.
"What? What is it?" Linda inquired.
