Still on her knees, Sabrina had not cared that Damaris was watching her and Harry in the shadows like a spooky silhouette while they made love. Her silhouette was not even that spooky, it was just so hidden.
At first.
Sabrina opened her eyes, when she heard the door crack open more and heard the heaviness of Damaris approaching on the carpet. Damaris was in a robe with nothing underneath, her full figure was revealed in all of its glory. Harry paused—as he would have had to because it was not supposed to be a threesome.
Was that what Damaris wanted?
Sabrina watched her sprawled over the couch, her glistening crotch open under her fingers. Damaris used her own come to rub over her nipples, as she watched them.
Did she want to join them?
“Don’t stop,” Damaris sighed, eyes closed tightly. “don’t stop!”
Harry spanked Sabrina, and continued to plough her. At that point, Sabrina was again driven by the feeling of him inside her. His strokes hit every hunger point of hers deep inside, and she moved against him with desperation that she could not fathom. She was with him, why was she acting like she was going to imminently lose him?
A quiet whistle, let them know that Damaris had come. She threw her body over the couch, and wrapped herself in her robe.
In Sabrina’s robe.
Later, Sabrina got out of bed with Harry. She still felt that desperate sensation that she did not want to let him go. Had she missed him that much, even though she had been haunted by the ghosts of previous lovers while she was in London?
It felt like her sexual ghosts followed her everywhere. She was not able to shake them, dark shadows bobbing in her head all of the time.
A dark shadow flew past her, and she realized it was Damaris.
Sabrina let her stay with them in Harry’s apartment. Damaris had not wanted to sleep alone, because she was afraid to. She did not need to tell Sabrina anything really, she would not want to sleep alone is she was Damaris. Her sister had died, and she was in a foreign country in a strange man’s apartment.
Naked and sweaty, Sabrina cornered Damaris.
“Why did you watch us?”
Damaris looked like a phantasm in the moonlight.
“Because I did not want to be alone, I did not want to grieve alone…thank you for letting me…watch…”
Sabrina felt a chill go through her, as Damaris went into the bathroom and she felt the other woman’s grief like a body.
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Sometimes I wonder what would happen if Sabrina just said, “Cut the crap!” to all the crazy people in her life. But also, then I’m not sure anything be quite as interesting, either.
but are the people crazy? Damaris is grieving…
oh damn, that is sexy and yet sad. thank you for sharing
that is what i was going for, somber and sexy, thank you!
This is definitely filled with sadness. Lovely writing as always
Mollyx
thank you Molly, it is sad. Damaris is grieving in her own way