Sara slid her thumbs into Quinn's shorts, and slid them down. She started to pull the robe off Quinn, but Quinn stopped Sara. In a way that was both gentle, but stern Sara reminded her, "If your protest, you don't participate, and this will be a one woman show." Quinn had whimpered at Sara's dominance, but submitted all the same. This was a first. Except for maybe a handful of skinny dipping excursions, Quinn had never been naked before Gabriel, and she'd never been the only naked person in the room. She didn't like the feeling.
This was different than usual, where Sara was usually on top. Now she had her back pressed into the mattress, her hand entangled in the girl's hair as if were a leash. First, Quinn was bold enough to ask permission to kiss Sara's lips, even enter her mouth. Quickly, Quinn withdrew her boldness, and laced suckling kisses all over Sara's chest, and tits, before coming back to Sara's mouth, and more politely asking permission to enter. Her fingertips brushed down the sides of Sara's body, not in the harsh way in which Sara raked Quinn's back, but in a firm, way that good that felt electrifying. While their lips were locked, Quinn's hand started to travel south to massage Sara's sex. This way, Sara could not tell Quinn no, or so she thought. Sara bit Quinn's lower lip, sharply smacking her rump. Quinn whimpered again, her body conforming to Sara. She breathed, "Please, Mistress. Please."
"It's not about us this time," Sara chastised her, "It's about him."
Quinn nodded, and went back to pleasing Sara.
Gabe could not deny that certain parts of his body were enjoying the show, which left a terrible taste in his mouth. He'd given them permission to cheat in his bed, in front of him, he had demanded it, and it he was enjoying it. Much to his dissatisfaction, he saw what Sara meant. He thought he'd love Sara, and she'd love him, and that was enough. He thought they had romance, and some degree of passion. But Quinn was performing art. Her passion was different. She wasn't doing it because it made her feel good, but because she felt good pleasing Sara.
"Mm," a frustrated Quinn collapsed against Sara's chest, her lips giving Sara's sternum a brief kiss, and her hips trying to rub their sex's together, "Please, Miss Sara."
Quinn was frustrated, she knew this was what they both wanted right then. Sara smoothed the girl's hair, and said, "Did you forget what I just told you?" She smacked Quinn's ass again, and said, "Don't make me have to punish you."
Quinn shook her head no, in between Sara's breasted, and then lifted herself up to massage Sara's breasts, flicking her nipples, making them stand erect, but not too painful. Sara grasped Quinn's chin, and praised, "Good girl. You're getting frustrated, aren't you?"
Quinn nodded, "I'm sorry. I know you have to punish me."
"No, of course not," Sara cupped the girl's face as she sat up, but then smiled, devilishly pushing Quinn backwards on the mattress. "Maybe a little light teasing."
Quinn sighed in relief to have Sara twisting her nipples again, raking her fingernails up and down the girl's body. Not an inch would be left unmarked, unclaimed to night. Her kisses left bite marks that made Quinn moan in desire. Gabe had never filled Sara with so much passion, that she quivered the way Quinn shivered between Sara, and the bed.
How long was Sara going tease? Gabe almost felt bad for Quinn. Almost. She was trying so hard to control herself, and Sara would brush the girl's hair back, wipe away a frustrated tear, or smack her thigh for grinding against her. She teased every inch of Quinn's skin with kisses until her skin felt sore, and electric.
"I love it when you make me desperate," Quinn breathed to Sara, almost crying at the truth of it. Gabe didn't understand how Quinn could be so raw, and exposed. What Sara had always said was so weak might have been true strength.
Gabe thought he might understand now, and he hated that. They cheated. It should be about him.
"Just fucking do it, fuck her already," Gabe shouted from the chair. Quinn could hardly keep still, and it was so obvious Sara wanted to as well. Wasn't that the point of this exercise, to see how they did it?
"You did well, kitten," Sara said, "I told you we just had to be patient." She passionately kissed Quinn on the mouth, and then penetrated her sex with her fingers, working until Quinn could not stand it and had to move along with the movement. She shivered uncontrollably, her excitement reaching its climax. Sara grinned and let her lips move southwards, to taste what that excitement would have been like.
Panting, Quinn moaned, and regained herself. "Allow me to please you now, Mistress."
"No," Gabe stood, undoing his belt. At first, Quinn thought of all those nightmares where Gabe had come into her room with his belt in hand, in order to punish her. Quinn willed herself to stay as calm as Sara. His belt never left the jean loops, the jeans fell to the floor, and he moved to the bed, pinning Sara beneath him. A stake of loneliness speared Quinn's heart, as she moved out of the way, wondering if she should leave the room or not.
"No," Gabe grasped onto her wrist, not just keeping Quinn put, but pulling her towards him. "You deserve to watch in a corner, lonely and abandoned, but that is not what I want."
Quinn tilted her head, much the same way she had for Sara the day they'd made out in the woods, on Gabe's parent's property. "What do you want, Mr. Lawson?" She began to lift the hem of his shirt, but he grasped her hands, and bent his head down to her lips.
There was a weird electricity about it. For a minute, Quinn thought their lips would go numb. He did not understand how her lips could be so tender, and eager, nor how one moment, she just as off limits as a family member, and now everything about her was his for the taking. He understand that last part was her habit. He kissed her with so much force, and anger. It soften until it matched her tenderness, but it lacked her patience, replacing it with dominating will. Eyes closed, Quinn could feel the dominating power reaching inside of herself, drawing her to him, molding her to his body. He broke the kiss, but she continued to serve by offering suckling kisses along with flesh exposed by the shirt.
Fuck being the only one naked, she thought. Their hidden flesh and their fight for dominance, Quinn was completely there, she was completely free. Her hand entangled with Sara's and naturally, she naturally leaned back to join her. Gabe returned his attentions to Sara, grasping nightgown, and pulling it over her head. Now she was as naked, and exposed as Quinn. Gabe would make Sara was tender as Quinn. He would make her quiver the way Quinn. He kissed her lips until they had a raw redness to them. Her hand left Quinn's to press against Gabe's clothed abs. her second hand grasped his collar as he suckled down the side of her neck, making his way down to her breast.
Whatever he was doing, he must have down, because Quinn started to work on Sara's left breast, effortlessly making Sara moan. Gabe tried to follow Quinn's motions, but he must not have had enough tenderness about him. Never had he felt this cold, and robotic, he wanted to suck Sara's skin until all that was left was metal, or ice. Instead of showing him, Quinn lifted his shirt, in order to expose his pectorals, which she treated the same as Sara's breasts, with no idea if it would have felt the same at all. Sara's hands ran over Gabe's bare chest. Quinn pulled away, and Gabe let his hands fall just on either side of Sara's face. His mouth was inches from her, his abs almost on top her hers, his feet her crossed over hers. Feeling boxed in, she almost couldn't stand it any more .
It was almost like a maenad. The way Quinn had almost lost control, he could see it storming inside of Sara, a possessive maenad passion. If he didn't give it to her, she might just collapse into sanity. He penetrated her, her body molding to him, moving with him like water, burning with him like fire. Sara, she reached out to Gabe, as she could feel herself climaxing, her hand reached out to Quinn for stability, and kissed it gently. Sara didn't shiver quite like Quinn had. Quinn allowed her body to be completely open, and feel every impulse, and every hyped up synapse. Sare was more controlled, she looked more goddess than maenad. They both collapsed, Sara trying to curl up next to Quinn as much as possible, with Gabe on top of her. Satisfied, her eyes rolled shut, and she turned to sleep. Gabe had his head resting on her chest, hearing the heart beat of a living creature, and not a soul crushing cheater. He didn't understand how to forgive just yet, Quinn could see it with her head on Sara's shoulder. She opened her mouth to say something, about how it started. It was innocent, it was an accident, and it snowballed. She wanted to tell him, but he closed his eyes, and rolled over so that his back was to both girls, his head resting on his own arm.
She waited for him to turn around, so that she try to fix it as it started, with just a kiss. Apparently, they were powerful things, kisses.