On the Three Days of Birthday...
Chapter 4: Session #2
After the door to the SARAH closed behind her, Jennifer didn’t let the assault of light and colors surprise her this time. Maybe for that reason, or because she was already getting used to how her “present” worked, she didn’t feel the same sense of vertigo she had during the beginning of Session #1.
But just like before, and just like that, she was suddenly somewhere else.
As the images surrounding her coalesced, she at least knew to a certainty she wasn’t in the driver’s seat of some truck, plunging over the edge of a high embankment. No, she was with other people... indoors somewhere, a vaulted ceiling high over her head, ornate columns rising up from the floor to meet it as the sounds of a string quartet filled her ears.
She glanced down long enough to see how she was dressed. It felt as if she were wearing the same bra and panties she’d been wearing when she’d stepped into the SARAH. Her nightie was gone, however, or had somehow transmogrified into a long, clinging gown of the finest, reddest chiffon and satin. V-necked and oh-so-soft, it clung to her, shaping her big breasts and wide hips perhaps better than any dress she’d ever worn.
Jennifer couldn’t help but shiver a bit, loving how it felt, understanding a bit better how such dresses could be so expensive. It felt expensive on her, and made her feel as if she looked both sexy and special.
She looked back up, and in a vain, Cinderella-like moment, wondered why no one was staring at her.
They weren’t, though. But then again, why should they be, as who was she, anyway?
Still, when she looked this good... or at least thought she looked this good... Jennifer couldn’t help but wish someone would notice.
As it was, dozens of men and women, dressed to the nines... practically the tens... stood there in the huge, high room and chatted with each other, sipping at their drinks, or their champagne glasses. They seemed totally engrossed in each other, and were paying her no mind at all. Casting her vanity aside, she was just about to see if she could find the bar, or spot a caterer with a tray of bubbly, when she noticed all these glamorous people beginning to move.
They weren’t moving much, but they were shifting, seemingly unconcerned, seemingly without even knowing it. Men and women alike, they adjusted their positions until, like the biblical Red Sea, they were parting, and she was walking between them, moving toward Jennifer like some gossamer goddess in a golden mask.
Ariel...
The vision of her, the knowledge that so many important people were simply moving aside so Ariel could approach her once more, left Jennifer feeling as if she’d just been bear-hugged. Staring and frozen in place, her breath came in short gasps, her insides roiling as a wave of near-dizziness assaulted her.
Ariel!
The older woman’s smile was obvious, seeming to brighten the entire room. Her body, swathed in a white, creamy taffeta, spoke to Jennifer of Isis, Diana, and Helen, and filled her with a longing unlike anything she’d ever felt. As if Ariel somehow knew the effect she was having, her smile deepened, even as she moved closer. She walked toward Jennifer so slowly, but with an air of absolute control and power.
The aura of the room felt so bizarre to Jennifer now… very intense and expectant, even while everyone else in the elegant hall seemed to be paying Ariel the ultimate homage of completely ignoring her.
Well, Jennifer couldn’t ignore her... not for a single moment. If Ariel had walked up to her, pulled out a gun, and shot her, Jennifer doubted she’d have even flinched. No... she’d have just stood there and taken it, such was her concentration on the blonde-haired vision approaching her.
Her dress so tight and soft, and making it so obvious that she was naked underneath, Ariel strode closer. Jennifer simply stared, already completely lost in what was happening, struggling to find some level of self-control so she didn’t just run and clutch at her new friend, or grab and kiss her new, well... lover.
How could Jennifer deny her feelings now, given how horny she’d been all day, and the intense level of lesbian attraction pouring through her for this woman? How could she honestly ignore the massive tingles beginning to fill her everywhere just from spotting Ariel on the other side of the room?
And now, distance be damned, as Ariel was right there; so close to her that Jennifer could smell her, could feel the heat and strength pulsing off her in erogenous waves.
“Thank you for coming,” Ariel purred, before reaching out to touch Jennifer on the forehead, just as she had on the beach.
“Or should I say, thank you for not cumming, Jennifer.”
Jennifer had never felt such pride, such a sense of accomplishment, as he watched Ariel’s eyes widen and her nostrils flare. It definitely felt as if Ariel now recognized that Jennifer had abstained for her, that she’d suffered through her own relentless desire in order to please Ariel.
“I... I wanted to do what you wanted me to do, Ariel. I felt that if I trusted you....”
“...that I would reward you, somehow, yes?”
“Yes, Ariel.”
“Well, I don’t know if this is a reward, my dear, but you’ve made me start to ache for you. Your waiting to be with me again makes me want you even more.
“Do you consider that a reward?”
The look of desire on Ariel’s face almost more than she could bear, Jennifer whispered a breathless, “Yess....”
“Claim your reward then, my darling, even as I claim... you,” Ariel responded, her voice thick with the same lust Jennifer felt. Unable to move, Jennifer watched as Ariel’s hands rose, then clutched her at the neck, jaw, and behind her ears, and pulled her into a passionate, almost violent, kiss.
Jennifer groaned as Ariel’s masked face pulled close to hers, as their lips met and crushed, and as the other’s hot tongue wormed deep into her mouth. Any remaining pretension that she didn’t want this, didn’t long for this, collapsed and melted in the heat of Ariel’s kiss.
Pressed back against a wide, stone column by Ariel’s strength and ardor, Jennifer finally responded in kind, wrapping her arms under her partner’s, pulling and grabbing at her, and simply letting herself, and her desire, go. She’d never been kissed like this before, or kissed anyone in return… not with so much pent-up passion, with so much wanton need.
This had to be real. It felt too good, too real not to be real. All that existed in the world right now was their kiss, and Ariel’s sensuous body pressed so tightly to her.
Moaning into her mouth, Jennifer nearly came, simply from the molten heat of it all. It seemed as if they weren’t even breathing, their kiss going on and on, their tongues swirling, rubbing, locked in a sloppy-wet dance of nearly unbearable lust. She never would have stopped, either... would never even have considered stopping... until Ariel finally pulled back and free, hoarsely whispering, “Hike your dress up to your waist, Jennifer.”
At first, barely able to understand what she’d been told, Jennifer finally got it, and responded automatically, without a second thought. She wanted to please Ariel, and, more and more it seemed, simply wanted to do whatever the older woman asked of her. As she worked her gown’s flowing hem higher and higher, though, she couldn’t help but look around, still a bit stunned that no one seemed to be paying any attention to the two of them at all.
Actually, that’s good, and who cares? she thought, her hands full of her own dress now, the soft fabric pinned to her hips, knowing her damp, satin panties were visible to anyone with an angle to see them.
“I’m going to finger your pussy now, you hot, wonderful thing,” Ariel told her, one hand sliding behind Jennifer’s neck before pulling her into another searing kiss.
Again, Jennifer’s world melted down to the point where their lips became one.
It did not go unnoticed, however... even remotely... when Ariel’s other hand slid under Jennifer’s pink panties, groping and exploring her raging heat and dripping arousal.
As a long finger slid over her begging seam and then drove inside, Jennifer began to buck and lurch; the sensations, and her own cloying arousal, becoming almost too much for her to stand. Moaning wildly into Ariel’s mouth, Jennifer kissed her desperately, humping her pussy on Ariel’s hand just as wildly, feeling her mind and body both exploding.
When a second finger joined the first, spreading and using her, Jennifer would’ve screamed in desire if Ariel’s tongue hadn’t been almost gagging her, so deep inside her mouth she could barely feel her own. Her spine crushed against the unyielding bulwark behind her, Jennifer gave her pussy, and her libido, over to the other’s demanding hand, letting it move and shake her, letting it draw and take her wherever Ariel wanted.
Once more, Ariel was the first to pull away from their kiss, licking her way back along Jennifer’s cheek until she could whisper in her ear, “Don’t cum, yet! Hold on and let it build. Let me fuck your pussy with my fingers until you’re nearly insane. Feel them sliding in and out of you, forcing you to orgasm for me… but don’t cum, yet!”
Jennifer wanted to wail in defiance, as she’d waited so long, and was so close now, so desperate to release the bubbling pressure inside her.
But again, for some reason, from some place deep inside herself she’d never thought existed, Jennifer wanted to obey. Her conscious mind a fog of lust, she still felt the growing desire to accede to Ariel’s wishes, and to hang on just a bit longer.
“I won’t,” she moaned, “but please, god, hurry.”
“Yess...,” Ariel hissed, working her fingers faster, deeper... finally using her thumb to press, rub, and torment Jennifer’s sensitized clit. “Hang on... let your need build and build until you can’t stand it anymore!”
Jennifer did, humping herself against Ariel’s fingers, not caring as she shrieked her desire into the huge room, juicing all over Ariel’s hand as she struggled not to cum for just a few seconds longer.
“You’re perfect,” Ariel gasped, before pulling Jennifer’s head forward and starting to kiss her once more, molding and merging their wet, opened mouths. Jennifer totally lost it then, knowing it was okay to stop fighting her paralyzing need, with Ariel’s latest demanding kiss the signal that it was finally all right for her to cum.
She did, gushing and oozing onto Ariel’s fingers as she snapped and moaned and let her orgasm tear her apart, her mind filled with flashes of white, pulsing light so strong she couldn’t see, couldn’t remember how to think or breathe. A day’s worth of arousal, and more, churned in her loins, eager to be released.
It went on and on as Jennifer let herself ride the waves of pleasure that Ariel had created so strongly and deeply within her. She heard her lover telling her to “keep cumming”, so she did... wanting and needing to obey that command as well, her spasming pussy clenching on Ariel’s fingers again and again....
...and then she was the floor of her apartment again, her sex still clenching and spasming, her pretty pink panties completely soaked beneath her sweaty, clinging nightie. Barely able to move, Jennifer sat there panting, her whole body quivering. It took her 30 seconds before she could even bring her fingers up to her face once more.
Again, they weren’t wet, and they didn’t smell like her creamy pussy. Jennifer groaned as she realized she’d cum spontaneously, that the images and feelings she’d seen and felt had driven her to a rather massive orgasm without even a touch or rub. Given all that, she still couldn’t quite decide if what she’d just experienced in the box was real or not, despite Ariel’s earlier comment about the nature of reality.
But how hard she’d cum was real to her. Her juice and sweat-soaked skin was real, as well. Her memories of what had just happened were real, too, as were the physical and emotion feelings within her as she sat there on her carpet, letting the sexual aftershocks shudder through her.
“Ariel,” she gasped, hearing the display chime, only just managing to raise herself onto her knees in order to see what was scrolling there.
User cannot begin Session #3 for five hours... Ariel again requests that user not orgasm again until that time... SARAH-3000 would like to know if user plans to abstain?... Please push #1 for “Yes”, #2 for “No”, or #3 for “I Don’t Know”....... User cannot begin Session #3 for five hours... Ariel again requests....
In five hours it would actually be her birthday.
Ariel will know that and have something special planned for me! she thought. Even though she’d just cum so very hard, Jennifer realized it was going to be very difficult to wait until 1:00 AM for another shot at the box, another erotic session with Ariel.
This time, though, Jennifer was certain (well... pretty certain) she could, and would, manage.
Still trying to catch her breath, her pussy still responding to every rub and tug of her wet panties, she pushed button #1, needing to let Ariel know, somehow, that she’d wait until they could be together again.
A few seconds, later the chime sounded, and Jennifer spotted the words she longed to “hear”....
That’s my good girl... thank you, Jennifer... That’s my good girl... thank you, Jennifer... That’s my...