Sharing Steven - A Tale of Roles and Passion (The Education of Steven - Book 1) (3 page)

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The rest of the day was nerve racking for
Steven. He had never been pursued like this before and he was not sure what to expect. He felt that he was not in control of the situation, but it excited him. He was not sure if this was a date or something more and was not sure what he was supposed to do.

In the end he decided to buy a bottle of wine to bring and dress nice but casually.

Steven arrived at exactly 8 p.m. as she had asked. He rang the doorbell and waited. Celeste answered quickly and smilled

"Am I on time?" he asked.
Karen nodded as she escorted him in moving around touching the books and shelves. He took advantage of her inattention to admire her curves, his eyes moving from low heels, to shapely legs, her skirt and jacket fitted snugly over a thin white blouse.

Celeste
approached and opened a display case and pulled a large book out and placed it on a black velvet cloth. "This book is an 1853 edition of Tableau de L’Amour Conjugal by Nicolas Venette. He was a physician who advocated balance between reason and passion. He was one of the first people to advocate sexual adventures in the marriage bed over the largely negative public view of sexuality at that time."

Steven
noticed that she wore white gloves and turned the pages carefully, showing illustrations and graphical plates of frank, sexual images. When he stood close to see, he quietly took a deep breath, enjoying the scents of perfume, soap and her own personal chemistry.

"Wow," he said feeling the pressure in his groin begin to grow, "very erotic."

She turned the pages slowly, pointing out details of anatomy, humor, translating the french when he asked. She moved closer, leaned into him, sliding her back lightly against his chest.

Her demeanor had warmed and softened as he began to see subtle signs of arousal in her as well; eyes bright, pupils dilated, skin flushed slightly with a real blush under her cosmetic simulation. He noted that she began to touch him lightly, a hand on his arm, brushing against his side as they walked, all small hints of arousal in the unspoken language of the body.

Celeste asked, "What did you think?"

"It was more visceral than I expected. When I think of how many hands had touched those pages over the years. How many erections they caused how many gasps of shock or pleasure spoken over them, it boggles the mind," he said amazing himself at how forward he was being. "I loved the smell of this place." He took a deep breath and said, "But your fragrance is all I care about."

Celeste smiled devilishly, “Would you care for something to drink?"

"That would be very nice,"
Steven said.

Karen
appeared and brought their drinks.

Steven
was taken by surprise and when she bent over to place their drinks on the low table, her naked cheeks peeked out from under the edge of her dress. Celeste saw Steven glance towards her, her eyes sparkling. Celeste nodded to indicate that would be all and Karen left at once.

Celeste
took a deep breath with her nose in the snifter, then she swirled it around the crystal, looking at the color and legs, and finally took a sip of the brandy. She closed her eyes for long moments before swallowing it, savoring the blend of flavors. "Amazing," she said as she opened her eyes.

Steven
looked hard in her eyes. "May I taste it?" he asked. She smiled curiously and extended her glass, but instead of taking it, she leaned in slowly and kissed him. It wasn't a long kiss, but she did not pull away. He inhaled at the end of the kiss, drawing the scent of the brandy from her lips they broke apart. "Yes, that was amazing."

The brandy glass was quickly returned to the table as they came together in the middle of the love seat. She kissed him with her mouth open, and he felt her tongue darting in to draw his out. She felt his hands slide around her back to pull her closer, his lips moving to kiss the tender skin of her neck and ears.

She felt one hand slide down to her waist, moving up her stomach to cup her breast, exciting her nipple through the cloth.

His heart raced as she gasped, moving her hand to his lap to feel his prominent erection, pulling at the cloth blocking her way, moaning in frustration. She felt his hand on her leg, pushing her skirt up as his hand slipped beneath it, rubbing at the panty hose covering her
mons.

She stopped him for a
moment, glancing around quickly before she stood, stepped out of her heels, discreetly rolled her panty hose down. She sat down, put the hose aside, and picked up her snifter again. The brandy tasted good as she leaned back against the love seat, her bare legs and feet over his lap, with her suit jacket laid over the top of them both.

Their eyes were locked as she felt him slide his hand along her thigh, under her skirt. She shivered as his hand passed over her bare
mons, thumb slipping into the narrow gap between her thighs. The slickness had already spread from her opening to the tops of her thighs as far as he could reach. He found her pebble and pushed slowly just above it, using her own soft skin to stimulate her. She blinked and bit her lip lightly, but continued to stare at him, her face flushing even more.

Karen
walked up, coughing quietly before coming into view. She lowered herself to eye level in front of the couch, her skirt riding up. she noticed that Steven glanced down with a smile and followed her gaze. Celeste had a lovely mons with a thin strip of fine black hair visible under her skirt. "Would you care for privacy?" she asked quietly. "I have prepared your room if you would like to be more comfortable."

The pebble beneath his thumb quivered as he continued to massage it lightly.
Celeste was breathing deeply when Steven asked, "Are you allowed to join us?"

Karen
smiled slowly looking to Celeste and said, "I would enjoy that very much."

Celeste
managed to nod her agreement.

The room was dim, with a larger couch, soft carpets and walls covered with bookcases and art.
Steven could smell both women’s subtle perfume, the ever present scent of feminine beauty filled the room.

Celeste
took her drink and sat on the couch, putting one leg against the back and leaving the other foot on the ground.

Karen
closed the door behind them. She shrugged her little black dress off of her shoulders as she turned, letting it slip to the floor. Her straight dark hair brushed the top of her tiny nipples as she walked toward the couch. Steven watched as she stepped closer, then she placed her hand on Celeste's flat stomach, sliding her hand down to cover her mons.

Steven
sipped his brandy, watching them from the other end of the couch, his erection tenting his slacks. He watched as Karen leaned forward to gently kiss Celeste's mons, causing Celeste to arch her back, pushing her hips towards Karen's mouth. Karen extended her pink tongue and licked just at her opening, tasting her. "Please ma'am," Karen begged.

"Not yet,"
Celeste said, dragging her fingers around her navel and mons. "Steven," she said, "come here and pleasure me with your mouth."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, kneeling down on the floor in front of her. He moved her knee aside and pushed his whole face into her sex, rubbing her slippery emission all over his face. She felt him cover her opening with his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around and between her lips. She arched her back, mouth open in pleasure.

Karen leaned down to kiss her, and Celeste felt like she was being eaten, both had hungry mouths, swirling tongues penetrating her. Her legs were being stroked, her breasts and nipples massaged firmly, bringing her closer and closer to her release. She felt Steven's fingers begin to penetrate, sliding along the roof of her wetness, pressing firmly up, up. The pressure mounted as Celeste began to moan into Karen's mouth, coming closer to the edge of her release.

She felt him close his mouth over her pebble, swirling his tongue and sucking gently, pulling her over the edge. She uttered low grunts as the pleasure broke, taking her breath away, taking her control away, leaving her gasping on the now damp couch.

Even before she could recover, Karen squatted down, took Celeste's hand and slowly licked each of her middle two fingers. When she placed them at her wet opening. Celeste couldn't resist sliding them in and rubbing Karen's nub with her thumb.

She watched
Steven kissing Karen now, his lips moving hard against her mouth, her eyes closed from the intensity.

Steven
stopped to retrieve a bottle from the side table and spread a drop of a glistening liquid on his fingers. Karen watched him lean in to suckle at Celeste's tiny nipples as he reached around behind her.

Celeste
shuddered as Karen slid her fingers in and out, rubbing circles with her thumb. When she felt Steven sliding his fingers along the opening in her ass, she had to gasp, pushing herself out and in slightly, begging his finger to come inside.

Karen
leaned forward to kiss her and she felt the tempo of Karen's fingers increase, pulling and pinching, moving the flesh around as if to wring her pleasure out like water from a wet cloth. Celeste was panting, unable to close her mouth or open her eyes, almost crushed by building pressure seeking release.

Karen
felt her quiver, a brief quake before the avalanche, as Celeste began to make a quiet keening sound. Steven felt her opening pinching at his finger, and slid the tip in gently just as it began to pulse madly, her body almost convulsing as pleasure rocked her. She had amazing control, keeping quiet even as she slowly collapsed on the carpet, spent.

Steven
removed his finger, and pulled out a cloth handkerchief to clean the tip. He watched Karen ease off the couch to join him and Celeste on the soft carpet. Steven watched her begin to touch Celeste, then pushed her to roll over on her back, "It is time, Karen," Celeste whispered lightly.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you,"
Karen said as she straightened out. Steven watched Celeste arrange Karen's legs, lifting her knees slightly before bending down to place her mouth on her mons. Celeste stayed on her knees, her bare ass inviting Stevens throbbing member. Steven began to remove his pants and underwear, pausing for a moment to slip on a condom and lubricate the tip, then he used his fingers to fill Celeste with the cool, slick gel.

Celeste
was feasting, her face wet from nose to chin. Celeste was too sensitive, not completely recovered, but she submitted as best she could, eager to please even as she was pleased again herself. She felt Karen's gasp as a cold breath over her mons.

Karen
saw Steven sliding himself into Celeste from behind, unsure where he was penetrating her. Celeste had a look of intense pleasure, eyes shut tight as he began to stroke slowly, then she lowered her mouth to feast again.

Celeste
accepted him, taking a long moment to adjust to the intrusion, the lubrication more than adequate to elevate the experience to pleasure. She returned to tasting Celeste, her tongue exploring, she lifted Karen with her hands and began to lick lower.

Karen
again felt Celeste's tongue, her hands raising her hips, spreading her open, the soft tongue circling her puckered opening. Karencould not stop herself as her fingers pulled gently at Celeste's hair and face, begging without speaking, but Celeste only circled around, not giving her permission for release.

Steven
watched Karen's face as she pulled at Celeste, moaning quietly, her head turning from side to side, her hair covering her face. Celeste reached under herself and was grinding against her own mons, Steven could feel it from inside. He kept the pace steady and slow, careful not to injure what he only wanted to please. His own pleasure was reaching its peak, but he focused on Celeste, waiting for her to join him.

Celeste
was in rapture, her mouth tasting heaven, her body filled, her pebble swollen, ready to burst. She could feel Karen's fingers above her face, stroking herself, the other hand still pulling at Celeste to stop circling and then finally, finally...

Celeste
reached her own peak and gripped Karen as she pushed her tongue deeply into the puckered hole. Karen bucked, her own release finally permitted, she pulsed and groaned, holding her breath until it passed. Steven felt the rapid contractions around his shaft and could no longer stop himself from sliding all the way in, emptying himself into his condom as they each came to their own pleasurable ends.

Slowly, they recovered.

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The darkness was interrupted when the door of the room opened and
Karen carried the empty drinks on a tray, a sly smile on her lips, her face flushed a deep red. Steven and Celeste sat together on the couch, clothes on, but in some disarray. They had the flushed look of new lovers and could not seem to stop touching each other.

"I see,"
Steven said. "So what happens now?"

Celeste
looked at him, smiled, and said, "Anything you want."

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Karen
carried the empty glasses to the kitchen and placed them next to the sink to be washed.