Lick The Pain Away

Author's note

While this story can be read on its own, it is the fourth in a series with my alter ego Hanna. If you want to know more about how the characters started out, I suggest reading "The Thunderstorm" (Hanna and Tom), "A Plugged Surprise" (Hanna and Tom) and "Our Friend Sam" (Hanna, Tom and Sam).

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"Come on, Hanna," Sam said over the phone, "you know I am right. It would do us both good to talk about it." I rolled my eyes at that. I knew he was correct. But I didn't like admitting it. "Ok," I eventually answered. "Come over to my place tonight after your meeting. Bring food."

I knew it would be good to meet Sam. I missed him. I hadn't seen him in several months now. The last time we met was in summer before the break-up with Tom...

I discovered I was smiling at the thought of an evening with Sam. His job brought him to my city every now and then. And even though he was a university friend of Tom's, we had become quite close over the years as well. 'Even closer since last spring, when we started having threesomes,' I mused. My smile became sorrowful at that thought. Yet another thing that had been ruined by Tom's selfishness. I didn't know what it meant for Sam and me, but I suspected we would go back to being friends now.

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"I just don't get it!" I exclaimed, after we had each taken a few bites of the pizza Sam had brought. "I know he will never be happy in Siberia. In Novosibirsk of all places... Why didn't he turn down this promotion? He knew I couldn't do a long-distance relationship. So he chose his career over me!"

"You could always have gone with him..." Sam suggested, already looking doubtful. I didn't answer but just raised an eyebrow at him. "Okok, I know... Who wants to live in Novosibirsk...? It's either cold or wet."

"And dark!" I interjected. "But most importantly, it would have meant giving up my job here... And I would not have found anything even nearly as interesting there."

"So... in the end you chose your career over him as well?" Sam asked softly.

"I guess," I admitted with a sigh. "It is just hard to realize we weren't meant to be. I really thought we had something special."

"You did! But we both know that not everything is meant for eternity." Sam smiled sadly. "You know he also stopped answering my calls..." he added after a while.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yes, he broke off contact with pretty much all of his friends after a few weeks there. Apparently he's just working now all the time."

"But you had been friends for about 25 years." I looked confused. "How could he do that to you? I mean, I am still angry that he just walked out of our relationship after more than two years... But you must be livid."

"Well... Yes and no..." Sam replied. "He had always been a bit restless after university. His years here with you were his most consistent. I am sure that eventually he will come back and then I will welcome him home."

"That's all well for you," I answered, "but I don't think I can wait for him. I can forgive a lot, but he was shutting me out from his emotions completely right after I said I couldn't imagine living in Novosibirsk. He blocked any attempts to get through to him. Just said that was the end and I should move on. That hurt!" I took another bite of the pizza. "It still hurts a little to be honest... It is just so frustrating!"

"I know," Sam refilled my wine glass, "I can tell just by looking at you..."

I chuckled sadly... Then for a while we both sat there, looking at each other.

Sam looked as attractive as ever. He had taken off his suit jacket and tie right when he arrived here and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top. He was slightly taller than me and very slender but muscular. And as always, I was amazed at how someone with such a soft and feminine face could exude such strong masculinity. But his voice and body language left no doubt of that.

My own body, on the other hand, left no doubt of my femininity. I had wide hips, a considerable ass and more than ample breasts. And even though my belly was larger than I would have liked, I also had a noticeable waist, which gave me an opulent hourglass figure.

Eventually I reached for my wine glass to break our unusually long eye contact. But of course it slipped out of my hand and spilled all over me, the table and the floor.

"Shit!" I jumped up from my chair. Then I realized that tears of frustration had shot into my eyes. This was just perfect... Sam got up as well, quickly rescuing the pizza from the spill. He looked at my angry face.

"Hanna... I'm so sorry he did this to you. I know he is my friend, but you deserve better!"

"It's ok," I replied, quickly wiping my eyes. "I hate crying, but it has all been a bit much those last few months. Don't worry, I'll get a cleaning cloth from the kitchen."

"Why don't you get changed and I'll clean up?" Sam suggested with a kind smile.

"Yes," I agreed, "in fact, if you don't mind I'll take a quick shower. I think some of the wine got into my hair."

"That certainly is an achievement, even for someone as inherently clumsy as you," Sam laughed. "Go on, I'll tidy up here."

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In the shower I finally relaxed a little. Until I remembered that I had thrown my towel in the laundry earlier during the day and forgotten to replace it. "Ah fuck it," I muttered to myself. Then louder: "Sam?"

"Yes?" I heard him answer from outside the bathroom a few moments later.

"Could you get me a fresh towel from the bedroom closet?" I switched off the water and got out of the shower stall.

"Of course," Sam replied through the door. "Just a second."

I looked at myself in the mirror while I waited for the towel. I liked my curvy body. So did Tom. And so did Sam... With him being here, I couldn't help but remember the passionate weekends the three of us had spent together earlier this year. I touched my breasts, and my nipples responded by turning hard immediately.

That's when the door opened and Sam stepped inside. I spun around, feeling caught and tried to cover my body with my arms instinctively. A useless attempt with a body as voluptuous as mine, but a reflex nonetheless. Then I laughed and dropped my arms to my sides. This was ridiculous. Sam had seen me naked on several occasions before. Quite up close as well...

He smiled and held the towel open in his hands. "Allow me," he said casually and wrapped me in the towel, patting me dry all over.

I was a bit overwhelmed by his sudden closeness, but Sam just continued. He walked around me and was now drying off my back. I decided to let myself enjoy being taken care of for a change and leaned back into his chest and strong arms.

He hugged me from behind and slowly rubbed my belly and breasts dry. "Let me pamper you tonight, let me make you feel better..." he said softly.

"You don't have to do this," I insisted. "None of this is your fault..."

"Hanna..." he muttered into my ear, "I'm not doing this for him. I'm doing this for me. You are gorgeous. I want you - with or without him!" He turned me around and kissed me passionately, the towel between us dropping to the floor.

"Your shirt is getting wet," I mumbled once we broke apart to breath.

"Don't worry, I'll take it off soon," Sam winked. "But I was serious about me spoiling you. I think tonight is the perfect occasion for me to extensively demonstrate my massaging skills."

I perked up. Sam had massaged my shoulders before. And he had certainly 'massaged' other body parts of mine. So I knew he had strong yet tender hands. But he had never given me a full body massage before.

"Let's get to it then!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. He laughed and followed me.

"Lie on your belly," he instructed, while stripping out of his shirt, pants and socks quickly. "Where do you keep the massage oil?"

"In the nightstand drawer," I replied, lying down on the bed. "Are you getting shy now all of a sudden?" I added with a smirk, looking at him in his underpants.

"No, of course not," he chuckled, removed them and retrieved the massage oil. Then he straddled me and I could feel his dick grow against my ass cheeks immediately. 'Hm, I bet this massage will be little more than quick foreplay,' I thought to myself, grinning. 'Fine with me...'

But Sam had different plans. And he really was an excellent masseur. He began working on my neck muscles with firm hands and I sighed contentedly. He slowly worked his hands from the nape of my neck down to my shoulders, upper arms, then my back, rubbing, squeezing and pulling all of my muscles. He eventually arrived at my ass, sliding himself off it to be able to massage my ass cheeks. Here, he was even more thorough, kneading and gripping them for a long time. I moaned softly. I was really turned on by that time, and wouldn't have minded if this had turned into sex right then, but Sam was careful not to touch my pussy or asshole. Instead he moved his hands further down my body, now working on the back of my legs. He rubbed my thighs from the top, just a fraction away from my pussy, but not touching it. Then moving lower, giving special attention to the hollow of my knees, then my calves.

"Turn around," Sam whispered, once he had arrived at my feet and given them a good rub.

As I moved, I noticed I had become so wet that my juices had been dripping out of my pussy creating a large wet patch on the sheets. Now that I opened my legs to turn I could even smell my own arousal very faintly. Sam caught it as well and grinned at me. He reached out his hand and touched the wet spot with his index finger. Bringing it back to his face, he inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes and groaned. Then he stuck his finger into his mouth and his cock twitched in response.

"You taste as amazing as I remembered," he remarked, opening his eyes slightly again.

"Why don't you try it directly from the source?" I looked at him intently.

"Not yet," he smiled. "Lie back."

As I did so, he lowered himself down on top of me, kissing me passionately for the second time tonight. I could feel his hard dick rub against my clit and moved my hips to grind against him.

"Not yet, not yet..." he repeated as he got up on his knees again between my legs and began massaging my arms, then around my breasts. He lightly rubbed my belly, careful not to put too much pressure on it. "I know you think your belly is too big, but I love it!" he added, covering it in little kisses. Then he moved further down, to my legs, again not touching my pussy.

"You're such a tease..." I laughed, but his hands felt really good and I didn't actually want to complain. Once more, he worked his way down my whole body and only stopped when he was at my feet.

Then he looked at me with a thoughtful face. "I think I've missed a few spots," he finally remarked. With this he scooted up until his face was level with mine and kissed me slowly. His hands found my breasts, finally touching my nipples, stroking and lightly tugging on them. They had been hard for a while already and I whimpered softly.

He moved his mouth from my lips to my breasts, licking and sucking both nipples alternately, until he was satisfied that they had received the same attention as the rest of my body before.

Finally, finally he scooted down even more until his face was level with my belly. He put little kisses and nibbles all over it once more and then all the way down towards my pubic bone, kissing the sensitive area where my thighs meet my upper body, kissing all along it on both sides, then all over the inside of my thighs, giving me goose bumps all over.

"You're still missing a spot," I informed him. By now I could feel my juices flowing out of my vagina and down towards my asshole.

"Someone needs to learn patience," he chuckled, but moved his face in front of my pussy a last. I could feel his warm breath on my lips. He pushed his arms underneath my legs, angling them up a bit and put his soft lips on me, applying the same soft kisses and nibbles, that he had used on my belly and thighs. His lips lightly tugged at mine as he worked his way from top to bottom and back again.

He pushed my legs a bit further up and apart and lightly inserted his tongue, opening me up, licking along my inner lips. They responded by swelling up even more than they already had. He explored them, running his tongue up and down, but as with his massage before, he left out the most sensitive parts, my opening and my clit. He pulled my now plump inner folds on one side between his lips, tugging at them, then repeated that on the other side, working his way towards my clit. But just when he was almost there, he worked his way backwards again.

At last he focused his attention on my vagina and circled the entrance in ever smaller circles, licking up the juices that were now leaking from it constantly. "I love how wet you are," he smiled.

Then, without warning, he pushed his tongue in as deeply as possible. I exhaled strongly and quickly grabbed my breasts to play with my nipples. The low moans escaping from my throat seemed to spur Sam on. He stopped tongue fucking me and licked his way up to my clit, finally, finally covering that last spot and closing his lips over it. I could feel his tongue circling it and playing with it.

"Hnghhh, I'm so close..." I bit my lip and squeezed my nipples. Sam's only response was to begin sucking on my clit to push me over the edge. I tensed up all over and my moans became louder. Sam continued sucking until I stopped twitching and groaning.

He looked up at me: "Feeling better?"

"So much...!" I answered. "Thank you!"

"No problem," he smiled, "but that was only the beginning."

With that he dove in again, licking my vagina once more to give my sensitive clit a rest.

His arms were still around my legs, but now he pushed them back some more and extended his hands to open up my pussy, exposing my inner lips, my clit and my entrance, the stretching making them even more sensitive.

This time he used more force with his tongue from the beginning. Licking in broad strokes from the bottom to the top, moving his head from side to side, covering all of me. Each time at the top, he spent a moment on my clit before going back to licking all over my pussy. It didn't take long for me to feel my second orgasm approaching. This time it was even more intense, building on the first one, and I moaned even louder while Sam kept covering my pussy lips in kisses until I had caught my breath again.

This time he didn't give me a break, but removed his right arm from underneath my leg. His left hand was still spreading me open and he used his right hand to insert his digit and middle finger into my vagina. I was so wet he slipped right in. Then he pulled them out and a long sticky thread of my pussy juice stuck to them, only breaking when he reached up and put his fingers against my lips.

"You should get a taste as well," he smiled. I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers in, licking my own juices off him, enjoying my musky and earthy taste.

Sam pulled his fingers out and inserted them once more into my vagina, turning them towards my belly. Soon he found my g-spot and started to push against it, circling it, stroking it. His tongue was again at work outside on my lips and clit with ever increasing pressure.

I noticed a familiar feeling: my urethra began to tingle and I knew my next orgasm was going to be a wet one. While Sam mashed his flat tongue against my clit, my breathing got heavy once more.

"Fuck, I'm going to squirt!" I grunted between gasps. But at the same time it was already happening. My third orgasm gripped me and while Sam increased the pressure on my g-spot and clit, my first stream of hot squirting liquid shot out of me and directly into his mouth and over his chin. Startled he pulled back his head a little, but kudos to him - he didn't stop finger fucking me while several more streams hit him all over his face.

When I had finally calmed down, we looked at each other and laughed.

"Well, that was unexpected," he remarked dryly. "I guess I'll have to shower now as well. And maybe you would care to join me? I think there are some body parts of mine that would like a little attention as well..."