Sandy's Chrysalis

by J Blei
Copyright 1999, All rights reserved

Confinement. This word rolled in my mind throughout my life as the good daughter. I accepted my role as most do in a small town. But eventually I became tired of being shy, afraid and unfulfilled. I knew that spontaneity was not something one planned for a week in advance. Somehow this became the way of things for me, living as the reluctant viewer in a program full of smiles and recognition. It was all too predictable.

I looked forward to college as a catalyst for my liberation, but the university didn't offer much beyond academics. I thought that sex with the older, more intellectual men the campus offered would help ignite my hopes and desires. But they were not interested in stimulating a woman's potential. To work so hard to get me into bed and then to turn sex into something so uninvolved and basic. My eyes looked on begging the question, "Is that all there is?"

Maybe these feelings were leftovers of an adolescence drowned out by an ever ensuing adulthood -- a last desperate gasp before submitting to my ordinary life. Confused and discouraged, I sought enlightenment from my professors until a woman dressed in velvet caught my attention.

Michelle created quite a stir in class that day. She wasn't a student, but liked to stop in and see what folks were thinking about. She quickly became the friend that I couldn't afford to lose.

Michelle was outgoing, magnanimous and a free thinker -- so much of what I lacked at the time. She had many friends (or dates) and she was charitable in her time with me. I took whatever she had to offer.

"Free your mind Sandy," she would say. "Listen to your instincts before they stop telling you anything at all." Friends and family were confused by the changes they saw in me. They didn't know who I was any more, and I didn't have an answer for them.

When Michelle asked me to travel with her to South America, I agreed without hesitation, honored by her request. My arrival in Columbia became the start of my new life. Now uncharted territories became the standard. Not just in the places I saw, but the people themselves had a whole new way of looking at things. Perspectives changed from country to country. My own culture became just another opinion on the global landscape. With fresh eyes, the possibilities seemed endless.

We traveled the back roads, staying off the beaten path taken by most tourists. Life, love and the quest for truth were frequent topics for discussion. One day a young man named Jack joined in one of our conversations. He was an environmentalist from Vermont -- a handsome man with wavy, blond hair and rye sense of humor. Jack fit right in our little group. As our tour photographer we would play to his camera, posing for shots as the settings prescribed.

Michelle was our fearless travel guide -- always anticipating the unexpected and rarely caught off guard. I became the translator who quickly adapted to the different Spanish dialects. I was quite social with the natives, continually exercising my foreign tongue. We traveled well together, allowing for a natural unfolding with no specific destination in mind.

To our surprise, Jack seemed not to notice Michelle's overt flirtations. It confused me the way he escaped the allure of this attractive, sexually liberated woman. Michelle took it in stride as she does all things yet I felt a need to reassure her. It was childish on my part. Michelle was not someone who needed reassurance, and certainly didn't seem to need it from me.

Eventually we made it to a fishing village on the coast of Peru. Michelle and I were lucky enough to find a beachfront, one-room cabin. The bartender on the beach offered it to us at a Motel-6 price. It was secluded and a nice change of pace from our previously scanty accommodations -- and it had air conditioning!

It was muggy that night at the restaurant/ bar with its grass-thatched roof and sandy floor. Jack had already left for his hotel room in town. Some of the local fishermen were eyeing us after he left, commenting to each other about the American beauties. Soon came the time to leave our intoxicated admirers. One of the roughnecks held Michelle's arm as we left and started to dance with her. "Que es tu problema senor?" Michelle said removing his hand. She escorted him back to the bar and wished him good night.

The fishermen saluted us as we left, "Buenos noches, gringas." It was a dark walk to our cabin, and we were glad to get behind closed doors. It had been a long day of traveling and our beds felt soft and welcoming. Under the drone of air conditioning we slipped quickly into sleep.

Gradually, a loud thumping noise began to tug at my restful state. It took me a while to figure out what was going on. Michelle was sitting up in her bed confused. The bang on the door had become louder. "Who could this be at one in the morning? You don't think it's those guys from the bar do you?" I asked, getting anxious. "I wish we'd asked Jack to stay with us."

"Me too. I guess it can be helpful to have a guy around. If only we had a man's voice in here, I bet they would leave us alone." Michelle then yelled out in her best Spanish male impersonation something about how she was going to come out there and kick some ass, or maybe it was kick some chickens. (Her Spanish needed a little work.) There was a pause. "Did that actually work?" she asked.

Jack told us how he'd been mugged soon after he left us at the restaurant. It was obvious he had been shaken by the experience. They took his wallet, his jacket and his hotel key. He couldn't get past the gate of his hotel until morning.

He said he'd be okay sleeping on the floor, but Michelle wouldn't have it. Eventually he slipped into bed with her, although he kept all his clothes on. Michelle chuckled at the absurdity of it and coaxed him out of his shirt and pants. The excitement of the night's events subsided. The streetlights streamed in through the blinds.

It didn't take long for Michelle to start to make her moves. I pretended to be asleep and not see their hands slide beneath the sheets. The kissing continued for a few minutes or so until I heard Jack start to whisper his protest. "I can't do this with Sandy in the room, even if she is asleep," he tried to explain. "It's not fair to her. It's like that time at the cafe, when she had to sit by and watch us eat what was left of the ice cream. She didn't say it bothered her, but she was just being polite."

They turned to me and saw that I was looking straight at them. We stared at each other for a moment. Then Jack said to Michelle, "See what I mean." She sighed her disappointment. Then Jack added in playful tone and a grin, "Well... the least we could do is offer her some." She didn't understand what he meant. He then turned to me and asked, "Sandy, do you want some? Do you want some ice cream?"

I thought that I understood the question, but I didn't quite know what to say. I was scared to respond at all. I thought that if I kept still they would think that I was still asleep and that I just did so with my eyes open. "Sandy, Sandy, are you okay?" Jack asked looking concerned.

Michelle sat up. "Sandy, stop doing that. You're scaring me."

I guess I didn't want them to think that I was dead so I responded by playing dumb. "You have ice cream?"

"Yes Sandy, we have ice cream." Jack said with a smile. "We have all your favorites, including pistachio, tutti-fruity and vanilla, but you have to come over here to get it." Jack reached out his hand towards my bed. The hand just hovered there for a while as I looked at it. It was all so surreal. The blue streetlight illuminated the room, and the three of us were caught in this quiet pause and the question that I could scarcely believe was being asked.

"It's okay Jack if she doesn't want to," said Michelle as she reached out to pull Jack's arm back in.

"No, I... " What possessed me to grab for that hand I did not know. Maybe I just didn't want it taken away. Before I knew it I was pulled over the top of Jack and rolled to his side. I ended up lying between the two of them with Michelle on one side of me and Jack on the other -- both half sitting up looking down at me. We chuckled a bit at the set up. We were like kids at a slumber party while the parents were away, only that tonight the game wasn't Spin the Bottle.

Jack looked at Michelle to see if she was okay with all this. Michelle looked down at me smiling. "Hmm, well this should be fun." she said. Then with seriousness in her face, she glided her fingers up along my arm and across my collarbone.

I looked up at Jack in his playful tenderness as he began to stroke my face. There was something so comforting in being the focus of so much attention. I just closed my eyes and let the hairs of my skin begin to stand on end.

Jack laid light kisses on eyelids, tracing his finger along my lips. I kissed his finger as it slid across my teeth, lightly biting down on it, then sucking it in. Soon I felt his lips on mine and we kissed. He sucked and bit at my lower lip. I drew his tongue in and he drew in mine.

I could feel Michelle's kisses nibbling along the nape of my neck, slipping the loose strap of my nightgown off when she came to my shoulder. She pulled the top of my nightgown down exposing my chest. Her fingers whirled about my breasts, brushing them with the palms of her hands. Her tongue dragged across my skin. I eagerly awaited the feeling of her drawing my tits into her mouth, but she wouldn't kiss there.

Along with my excitement came my usual impatience -- a fear that if I didn't move through sex quickly, my body would at some point take over, leaving all rationality behind. I kissed Jack more intensely. With my hand near his side I rubbed against the bulge in his boxers. He intercepted my caress and held it from him. He pulled back to see how tense I was. His hand rested on my shoulder. "Relax Sandy, let us take our time," he said in comforting tone. I decided to place myself in their more experienced hands.

The two of them then pulled the nightgown down off my body, leaving only my panties for cover. They were sitting up inspecting me again, internally debating what to do next. Michelle drew a straw from a glass of ice water that was sitting at the side of her bed. From the end of the straw, one at a time, she let the droplets fall across my chest. My skin quivered under each of the cool stings.

Jack observed Michelle as she used her finger to pull at the little pools of rain resting around my breasts. She drew a web of little wet lines, like the painter with her canvas. She blew on my chest until it had all evaporated, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat from my skin rise. My nipples were so erect that they hurt. She then sucked at my breasts, kissing them hard. My body rose to meet her, but then she withdrew.

She moved down towards the foot of the bed and stepped down to the floor sinking from view. I felt her hands slide along my hips. She hooked on to my panties, and lifted my legs to slide them off. She spread my legs apart and positioned herself between them. I looked up at Jack with apprehension as I was pulled towards her. He just smiled, then moved in to engulf my breasts. Such reassurance could not be argued with.

Michelle kissed my thighs and up the inside of my leg. She pressed her hand against my mound, sliding fingers between the folds. I gulped and undulated, trying to keep my body's reactions in check. As her kiss moved in where it would surely break me, I reached down to stop her. Jack held me back telling me it would be okay and to just let it happen.

I allowed my hands to be held above my head. My hips squirmed under Michelle's tongue raking along my slit. Little moans escaped my breath as she slipped her tongue in and out of my hole. I dug my nails into the bed and into Jack's arm. Michelle spread my lips apart, licked up to my clit, teasing it a bit then sucked it in. She drew in the little kernel of flesh between her lips as her tongue flicked away at it. My breath shook with my body. My climax pulled at my feet like the rushing surf heading out to sea before the next crashing wave.

Michelle pressed against my contracting pelvis, pushing her fingers in and out of me. Jack held my hands above me, suckling my breasts, and rolling my tits between his teeth. I let go of what ever control I had. The orgasm had short-circuited me. Every fiber in my body contracted at that instant. I struggled for breath. My limbs pulled back against Jack and Michelle as they held me tightly -- keeping me from collapsing into a little ball and rolling onto the floor.

By the end of it, I was sprawled out over the entire bed. I don't ever remember being plugged into such a current of sensations, or feeling such release. Blood pulsed between my temples. The sheets were drenched and the smell of my sex was everywhere. It took a while for my breathing to return to normal. Jack stroked my hair and seemed happy for me.

Michelle resurfaced beside me. My feeling at the time went beyond gratitude. I kissed her, beholden to her for this sacred gift. I reached back to kiss Jack as well. I pulled his arm around me, placing his hand on my breasts as I turned back to Michelle. I held her face in my hands. "You have the face of an angel," I whispered to her. She seemed to shy away from the complement, resisting eye contact. What was Michelle, of all people, afraid of?

She arched her head back. I kissed nape of her neck. Jack's caress moved down along my side to my hips. I felt his erection against my ass. I wet my hand with saliva, reached back and stroked him. His breathing increased as he sucked my earlobe. He then pulled himself away, not wanting to come just yet.

I returned my attentions to Michelle, allowing myself to indulge in my attraction to her, an appreciation I couldn't have expressed before. I became feverish in my imaginings of all the ways I could please her, unlocking fantasies of the unattainable. I wasn't distracted by the sound of a condom wrapper rattling behind me as I whispered to her "Are you ready? It's your turn now."

She gave me a look of compassionate disbelief. We then kissed with tongues entwined and hands locked together. She made it difficult for me to resist when Jack's caress returned, suddenly entering me from behind. It took me by surprise as I gasped for breath. He lifteded my leg and slid deep inside me all in one stealth movement. His hips pressed against mine and slowly moved in and then out again.

Michelle wouldn't let go. "Hmmm, I think it's still your turn, Hon," she said with a smile. Her hand moved down, and rubbed along Jack's shaft until she found my clit. She pressed her hand against me there watching my sudden intake of breath. I pulled and tore at Michelle's bra and panties. I needed to please her, but my excitement was growing too fast. I tried to move away from the stimulation that was coming at me from both sides, but I was caught between the double team. I felt their hot breath on the front and back of my neck while my own breath became more erratic.

I tried to get her panties off, but she was less then helpful. "You cheater," I said under my breath. Jack slid in and out of me pushing my breasts up with each thrust, pulling and pinching at my nipples. Michelle's tongue probed my mouth, fingers in front darting against my clit. They closed in, moving fingers in rhythm with trusts. My hips began to roll as I bit into her neck. I was going to come again.

Jack turned me face down for more leverage then quickened the pace of his plunging cock. Michelle's hand was still on me as she increased her pace as well. I cried out into the mattress as Jack shot into me. My mouth opened against the bed spread, biting down, tearing into the sheets with my teeth. Michelle and Jack lay on top of me, resting there while. I tried to get reoriented from my "second coming," but exhaustion took hold. I lost consciousness.

I awoke when I felt Michelle's warm embrace begin to stir against me. I turned when I realized her absence. Jack was asleep on his back beside me, snoring softly. Michelle was sitting up looking across the room. Part of her bra was still hanging on to one of her shoulders, and I gave it one more tug to bring it down. She smiled, then seemed shy and unsure again. I didn't know what to make of her insecurity, nonexistent until now. "I hope this was a special night for you," she said. "One that you'll always remember and never regret."

I looked up to her with the playful grin I picked up from Jack. "It will be as soon as you come share some sherbet with me." It was my attempt at the ice cream metaphor.

She resisted my invitation. "Tonight's delights were for you Sandy. Sleep now... sleep and have wondrous dreams," she said, giving me a peck on my check. With that she walked on her knees across the mattress to the foot of the bed. She leaned over to retrieve her shirt and started to put it on, but I stopped her. I lunged over Jacks legs and grabbed her from behind.

"Oh no you don't," I said forcing the shirt from her hands. "If you think you are getting out of here without my getting the chance to do the same for you, then you are a fool."

"I don't want you to have to do that Sandy," she said.

I pulled her back into my arms, now sitting down on Jack, who seemed oblivious. "Michelle, it's not some chore I'd do out of obligation. It would mean so much to me to please you. You've done so much for me these past few months. You've changed my life. I want this to be a special night for you too. But I've never seen you act like this. I've never seen you run away from anything."

"You do please me Sandy, all the time," she revealed as she shrunk into my embrace. "More then I could ever let you know." She hugged the arms I had around her and kissed my hands. It took a moment for me to grasp what she was trying to say. It never crossed my mind that someone I idolized as much as Michelle could be attracted to me, and who would be afraid of her feelings for me. Me, this charity case, this student of life, this... woman. She had mentioned to me before how true love was not something that could be separated by gender. The statement suddenly made sense.

"I love being with you too Michelle," I confessed. Something shifted for me at that moment as I held her there, gently rocking her. Some part of me had been activated. Dormant mechanisms within began to light up, currents electrified and surged under the connection I had made with her. It acted as a jump-start for my life and nothing could ever be the same.

I smelled the fragrance of her hair and kissed her neck. She reached back with her arm, arched her head back to bring me to her kiss. Her hand glided through my hair, scratching and pulling at my scalp. With my head beside hers, we watched as I teased her erect nubs, smiling and kissing as we enjoyed my moments of discovery.

I knew what to do. I may not have been with a woman before, but her body was my own, her arousal was my own. I knew more on how to please her then I did any man, or even myself. They were the fantasies I had held onto for so long, and she became the instrument for my desires.

My breasts pressed against her back as I held hers like they were my own. Her arousal became my own -- her sex an extension of mine. With both hands I reached around and down across her stomach. I slid my hands beneath the undergarment she still had on. I felt the shape of our sex, our dampness, and our swollen lips as I slid fingers along the folds. One hand hooked fingers inside of her while the other rubbed just above. Down then up again, I moved my hands against her and into her. She reached back to grip my hair. I increased the pace as her climax came to crest. She convulsed against me, gripping me tighter until she released.

She was on the verge of a second orgasm when I felt Jack begin to stir beneath us. "Uh ladies, I think I've lost the feeling in my legs." Poor Jack, he didn't want to interrupt us. I could only imagine how long he had laid there and watched the two us having sex while straddling his legs. Michelle and I had forgotten or ignored that he was even there. Michelle tried get up, but I held her, not letting her leave.

"Jack, we are so sorry," I said, looking behind me. "We will have to make this up to you, if we can." I reached back behind me feeling that he was erect. I guessed that he had been watching us. "You haven't lost all your feeling I see. I think you'll be okay. Why don't you put another one of those condoms on, but don't try and go anywhere," I said in an ominous tone.

As I spoke I hardly recognized myself. I guess I expected some sort of introduction before the new me started calling the shots. For Jack and Michelle, this was their introduction.

Jack promptly followed my directions as I moved back along his legs until I could feel his erection against me. He fumbled with the condom wrapper as I pushed Michelle forward over Jack's feet and onto her hands and knees. Jack helped me onto his cock as he laid there. Slowly I knelt down on his shaft made taunt by the angle as I leaned away from him.

I slid Michelle's panties down to her knees held apart by Jack's legs. I kissed and stroked her bottom, sliding my hand between her cheeks and then her legs. I moved in to kiss her vaginal lips. I tasted the intoxicating sweetness of her. I pulled her closer to me, my hands moving in to spread her more. My tongue slid along her velvet lips, stroking her up and down as I began to rock back against Jack.

My tongue stroked along her sex up to her anus. I then tongued her there, spreading her cheeks with my hand. Michelle began to moan, her arms collapsed leaving her ass hanging in the air for me to work. I leaned forward more as I slid back and forth along Jack's cock. He tried to quicken the pace by grabbing my hips and forcing me down on to him. I dug my nails into his leg to remind him who was in control.

I inserted one, then two fingers into Michelle, angled then to hit her g-spot as she rocked against them. The more she rocked back, the deeper Jack's shaft was pushed into me from behind. We moved together in a competing effort to please the other. Jack began to grab my behind, pressing his finger into me, then his thumb against my anus. This led me to my climax, causing my pussy to grip his cock even harder. I pressed my tongue harder against her anus, slipping it in. I quickened the pace of my fingers sliding in and out of her hole, then with the other hand I reached around and started to grind against her clit. Jack and Michelle began to groan louder. I could tell we were close.

I slapped harder against Jack's torso as Jack pushed his thumb into me. I bucked forward and back. The climactic shock wave started with me, whipped back to Jack and moved all the way through to Michelle. Jack sat up in his last trust pulling me into his arms as Michelle fell back into mine. We held each other there, the three of us, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat off each others faces. "My God Sandy, you are amazing." Jack said in earnest. We collapsed on to the bed, resting together as spoons. Jack kissed the back of my neck as I caressed Michelle's shoulders. For the moment we were stuck together with an impassioned adhesive, afraid to separate.

It didn't take long for the dawn shake its way through the blinds. We ended as we began with Jack on one side of me and Michelle on the other. Only it was different as I looked down to see them both sleeping peacefully resting their heads on my chest and shoulder. Michelle whispered from her sleep, "You didn't even know you had it in you." She said it smiling with eyes still closed. I kissed the top of her head as I rested my eyes as well. We would be sleeping in.

The three of us continued to travel together for a few more weeks, but another night of passion was not to be shared between us. We seemed to keep our distance, digesting what had happened. After Jack left to for his home in Vermont, Michelle and I were left to our selves again.

We spent several awkward days together until one night Michelle told me how Jack was never interested in her. "He wanted you. The whole time I thought he was just playing hard to get, but he wanted you all along."

"You really wanted Jack that badly?" I asked, a little hurt.

"Jack was cute, always working so hard to be the nice guy." She paused, considering whether or not to continue. "Still, I was in love with you. Do you think I'd travel to another continent with just anybody? But you were straight as an arrow. I never thought we could have anything other then a friendship. I took what I could get." She said looking scared and away, suddenly seeming so vulnerable.

I moved to sit next to her, forcing her to look at me. "Before I met you I didn't know who or what I was. But, now I know that I am someone who is deeply and completely in love with you." I said expressing my truth.

She looked at me and smiled. "Here I thought Jack and I could broaden your horizons, but instead you've broaden ours. I hope that you know how much you have changed my life Sandy."

It was hard for me to believe that I had such an effect on her. Her effect on me was clear. She had helped set me free-mind, body and spirit. This was to be a one way trip. I cancelled my return flight. There was no going back for me now.