Free Mountains Wanted by Phoebe Alexander

hands laced through her
hair, guiding her head up and down his shaft.
    Sarah closed her eyes
for a moment and breathed deeply. She realized she had been holding her breath this
whole time. She couldn’t help but think again of James and how he would
react to this scene. Would he watch? Would he be turned on? Would he want to
fuck me while they watched? All of her questions involved him and none of
them had answers. She couldn’t turn the James Channel off. It had
infiltrated her mind.
    Late that night, she
crawled into bed, feeling the dull ache the scene she’d witnessed had produced
within her. She reached between her thighs, sliding a finger up her lips,
marveling at how wet she still was. She lightly touched her clit and felt the
tingle reverberate throughout her body, her need for release renewed. She took
her glass dildo from the drawer beside the bed, plunging its cold hardness into
her warm, readily yielding wetness.  
    When she came, in her
mind it was around him instead of the glass toy.

 
    ***
    She jolted into lucidity
after one of those dreams where it felt like she’d been awake all night instead
of asleep.She yawned and stretched, grabbing her phone from the
nightstand to check her texts and emails.
    One text from James: How
was last night?
    Sarah felt a bit
victorious as she swung her legs over the bed and onto the floor. She
carried her phone downstairs, glancing at the clock on the mantle from the
staircase.  9:04 . The kids
wouldn’t be back from their friends’ respective houses till late afternoon. She
filled the coffee pot with water and considered how to reply to the text. She
checked again to see what time he’d sent it.  Five in the morning? Holy
cow! Why so early?  She turned on the coffeemaker and opened the French
doors to step out into the cool fall morning.
    She studied two birds
flitting back and forth in the maple trees at the edge of the property. The
metaphor of their little dance was not lost on her. She stretched again,
another yoga pose, filling her lungs with the crisp air. She had a few
flashbacks from the club the night before and quickly decided to be purposely
vague with James about her evening. She didn’t want to scare him. Will he cut and run if he finds out what a
freak I am?
    Am I a freak? It was a question she continuously struggled
with. She wasn’t a big fan of labeling herself, even though her job was
dependent on labeling others. That was, of course, due to the inherent
relativism in sexuality. There was a spectrum of bisexuality, of
kinkiness, of inhibitions. Compared to Rachel, she was rather inhibited, but
compared to the average prude, not so much.  Is James the average prude? She grabbed her phone and impulsively punched in an answer to his question: I had fun. :)
    Come have coffee with me
this morning and tell me all about it, came his reply.

 
    ***

 
    Two hours later she was
sitting across from James at Java the Hut. He looked relaxed. Sarah
wished she could say the same, but she felt a certain amount of tension nagging
at her. She remained displeased with the delay in his response to her text
after their night together, and she was debating whether or not she should
mention it. She decided she had better let it go, for now.  Choose your
battles , she reminded herself.
    “So where did you go
last night?” he questioned, taking a sip of his coffee.
    Sarah considered her
options for answering and responded vaguely as planned: “Out with my best
friend Rachel and her boyfriend Mark.”
    “Someplace local?” His
blue eyes were picking up the light from a nearby window and nearly glowing.
    “A club in DC.
 What did you do?” She was starting to feel interrogated and was compelled
to redirect.
    “I shot pool with a
couple of buddies, then turned in early. It was a busy week,” he
explained, as if otherwise he would have been engaged in any number of
debaucherous activities.
    Busy week, huh? Is
that why you didn’t text me back?