Part II

"Your challenge—should you choose to accept it—is to exchange clothing, down to the very last item, with someone else."

A pregnant silence descended upon the room, stretching forth and lasting all of 4 or 5 seconds before Gennevi stood up and began taking her top off.

"W-what are you doing?" Kyp asked.

She gave him a confused look—one that did little to mask the mischievous glint beneath—before winking. "Exactly what the card said, sweetheart." Soon her tunic was up over her head, leaving the retired colonel in only her pants and bra. She reached behind her back to unhook the garment and paused. "Well I'm not going to be the only one stripping here. Jaina?"

The brunette feigned innocence. "You mean you want my clothing in exchange for yours?" she asked.

Gennevi chewed her lip in thought. "I suppose I could always exchange with Jag, though I think he would look a little funny wearing my clothes."

"Point." Without further discussion, Jaina peeled off her shirt and tossed it at Gennevi.

Two sets of eyes watched the women's movements with great interest. Two jaws dropped in tandem with their discarded bras. And when Jaina's fingers danced up Gennevi's ribcage and cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking across her nipples, twin groans echoed from their audience.

"I'm starting to think you have more in mind than a wardrobe change," Gennevi smirked.

Rather than respond, Jaina began wiggling out of her pants with Gennevi following suit. When the women were finally clad only in their underwear, Kyp decided he had had enough and leapt from the couch. He was on Gennevi in seconds, his arms wrapping around her waist, his lips attacking her neck. She leaned back against his body feeling the fabric of his clothing against her bare skin as her fingers threaded their way into his hair.

While Kyp was distracting Gennevi, Jag decided to join the party, spinning his wife around and planting a firm kiss on her lips. Jaina's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as their bodies pressed tightly together. Jag's fingers traced the top of Jaina's panties then dipped inside, both hands cupping her bottom and grinding his body against hers.

"Someone is excited," she said. Jag nodded dumbly as her fingers danced down his chest, past his belt and cupped the bulge found there. "Can you do me a favor, Jagged?"

"Anything."

Jaina reached behind her back until her fingers wrapped around Gennevi's arm and pulled the other woman toward her. She heard Kyp protesting but ignored it, wrapping Gennevi's arm around Jag's neck then stepping out of the embrace. "Enjoy."

"Uhh…Jaina?"

"Yes?" she smiled sweetly.

"What are you doing?" Jag asked.

Jaina sauntered over to Kyp—who was too flabbergasted at having his fiancé ripped so suddenly out of his embrace to argue against anything that was happening—and wrapped her arms around his neck. "If we're going to do this, we may as well do it right. There's no point in playing with the toys we already have."

"Toys?"

She continued on without acknowledging Kyp's interruption. "It's always good to share." Before anyone else could protest, Jaina leaned forward and kissed her ex soundly, leaving no room for argument. Kyp remained unnaturally stiff, fighting the muscle memory that wanted to wrap his arms around Jaina and pull her body against his. He was forcedly neutral…until he looked over Jaina's shoulder and saw his fiancé and Jag wrapped in a tight embrace. It took a moment for his brain to comprehend that another man's hands were on her and another moment to realize that he had every right to be upset about that.

And yet he wasn't.

Jaina's fingers were toying with the hair at the base of his neck, moaning as she plundered his mouth with her own, but still Kyp was wary. He and Jaina had a past and not a particularly respectable one. He knew they would always be linked—not only through their problematic Force connection but also through Leyla—and that made this situation even more awkward.

Not that Jaina seemed to have a problem with it.

"Kyp," she moaned. "If this is going to work you need to participate."

"Sorry. It's just…"

Jaina nodded; even through the drunken haze, she knew what was holding Kyp back. "You don't want this? Or maybe you're worried about the repercussions?"

"I don't want to screw up what I just found."

Jaina glanced briefly over her shoulder, smiled smugly and turned back to him. "Kyp, does it look like Gennevi is as worried about that as you are?"

Green eyes focused on the spot where the room's other occupants should have been, but found only empty space. When Jag and Gennevi had moved to the couch, Kyp wasn't sure, but what he did know was that his fiancé was now completely naked, seated on the couch with her legs thrown over Jag's shoulders while the other man—whose shirt had been discarded at some point—was trailing his lips downward from her breasts, leaving small love bites as he went along.

"She still loves you, Kyp. Nothing is going to change that, but this isn't about love. This is about sex, pure and simple." She circled Kyp's stationary body, trailing her fingers along his arm and across his shoulder blades. "It's about accomplishing a goal. Having a good time." She took her time exploring, letting her words sink in, until she was standing behind him. Jaina pushed herself up on the balls of her feet so as to get her lips as close to Kyp's ear as possible given their vast height differences. "Besides, Gennevi's in for a treat," Jaina smirked. "Jag is really, really good at that."

Kyp interpreted that comment as an affront to his own skills and—like countless men before him in the same position—spun into action. He grabbed Jaina's arm and pulled her around in front of him, attacking her lips passionately. Jaina gave as well as she got, walking Kyp backward until his legs pressed against the chair he had been sitting in. Her palms braced against his chest and shoved him back into the chair, climbing into his lap without ceremony.

"Now…let's see if I remember what makes you tick."

Kyp's reply was lost as Jaina's lips sealed over his own, her tongue pressing its way into his mouth. Long fingers threaded through his graying hair while her tongue teased his own. Clad in only her underwear, Jaina became all too aware of the hardness pressing against her. She ground her hips against him relishing in the sharp hiss Kyp made.

"You're wearing…too many…clothes," she whispered, kissing her way across his jaw. Her fingers were toying with the buttons on the front of his shirt until Kyp pushed them away. He made quick work of the buttons and shrugged out of the shirt, baring his chest to Jaina who hummed in appreciation. "Good to see Gennevi is keeping you in shape."

"She puts me through the ringer," he laughed.

"Good for her."

The rest of Kyp's clothing was shed just as quickly, joining Jaina's discarded panties, and leaving them both naked in each other's arms. His fingers ghosted over her curves conjuring up memories that had long since been laid to rest. Shaking his head as if to physically push those thoughts away, Kyp grabbed Jaina's chin and kissed her hard, nearly to the point of bruising. This was about right here and right now.

Jaina's fingers wrapped around his erection, her thumb rubbing across the sensitive tip. Kyp hissed in appreciation, thrusting against her hand, instinctively seeking more friction.

"You ready?" Jaina asked. Not waiting for his answer, she rose up on her knees and sank down on him. Her legs received quite the workout as they set a vigorous pace to a dance neither thought they would ever be performing again.

Kyp climbed to his feet, utilizing the muscles gained from countless hours of lightsaber sparing to hold Jaina's body against his own before turning around and dropping her onto the chair he had previously occupied. She whimpered as they broke contact, looking up at him with questioning eyes.

"Well I can't let you do all the work," he dropped to his knees and pulled her hips to the end of the cushion. "That wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me." Her reply was cut off as he thrust back into her and resumed their earlier pace. Jaina was climbing very quickly if her thrashing head and whispered encouragements were any indication. He leaned forward and buried his face against her breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped against it softly, which earned a keening wail from Jaina, then bit down a little harder.

"Sweet Force, Kyp!" she squealed.

Kyp grinned evilly. "You always did enjoy the pain mixed in with the pleasure."

"Uh huh," she nodded. "Do it again." And he did, switching between her breasts, biting hard enough to leave marks but not break the skin then immediately soothing the area with his tongue. With each nip Jaina's cries rose in volume until she let out a keening wail as her orgasm struck. Kyp halted immediately feeling her walls clench tightly then flutter around his painfully hard cock. He watched her back arch, her entire body going rigid before falling back to the cushions. She was quiet save for the gasping breaths and lingering whimpers.

In that silence, both Jaina and Kyp's attention was drawn to the other couple as a feminine gasp was joined by a baritone growl.

On the other side of the caffetable, Gennevi was quickly scaling the mountain that Jaina had just leapt off. Jag's tongue was busy flicking against her clit while two of his fingers slid in and out of her sex. Her own fingers toyed with her breasts, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger.

"Ah…Gods Jag!" The colonel's legs flexed around his head as her orgasm finally crashed over her. Jag continued his sweet torture, rolling his tongue languidly across her clit until she forcibly pushed him away.

Jag sat back on his haunches and made a show of licking his lips while studying the woman before him. Gennevi's breasts were rising and falling with her rapid breaths, a pink blush coloring her chest, neck, and cheeks. "So," he spoke with a smugness that she had never heard from him, "does my expertise meet with your approval?"

"Very…very much so," she panted. It took a few more minutes for Gennevi to recover and upon doing so she noticed the impressive—and probably painful—tent in Jag's pants. Smirking, she leaned forward running her tongue along the shell of his ear. "Tell me, Jagged, are you carrying Jaina's lightsaber for her?"

Jag laughed. "Why don't you find out?"

And find out she did. Jag suddenly found himself on his back with Gennevi straddling his legs. She inched her way back until she could pry open his belt buckle and toss the offending item aside. Before he could blink, her hands were sliding past his fly, fingertips tracing his erection through his underwear. Jag whimpered like a nexu pup, his hips thrusting into her touch. His insistence spurred hers. His pants were soon off, tossed haphazardly across the living space, his underwear following seconds later.

Gennevi gave his cock a quick stroke, stunned by the sheer girth of him. Kyp may have been bigger than Jag, but the younger man was easily twice as thick. "Jaina is a lucky woman."

Jag's lips twisted into a feral grin. "Yes, yes she is. Now come here so I can show you just how lucky." He extended his hand to her, which she took and allowed herself to be pulled farther up his body.

Raising her body up onto her knees, Gennevi reach down and held Jag in position. She slowly sank down, taking him inside herself, hissing as he stretched her in new ways. After several long and exquisitely painful moments, he fully sheathed inside her.

"Good Gods, Jag."

"Uh huh."

His hips gave a gentle thrust causing Gennevi to squeak out in surprise. Gennevi set a steady rhythm with no desire for the lovely sensations she was experiencing to end so soon. Jag's hands rested on her hips kneading the flesh there, occasionally sliding up her sides so his fingertips could ghost over the sides of her breasts. He discovered early on in their encounter that by avoiding her nipples, he could elicit the most delectable sounds from her.

"I believe you said this was your favorite position, right?"

Jag chuckled and thrust his hips upward meeting Gennevi's down stroke. "That it is, Colonel. Do you agree?"

"It is rather enjoyable." She swiveled her hips and smiled brightly at the groan that escaped Jag's lips. "Very enjoyable indeed." Her movements sped up slowly, building the tension in her gut like a spring coiling up and waiting to pop. The blonde fell forward on her hands bringing their bodies into complete contact, her breasts pressed tightly against Jag's hard chest. Jag kissed her hard, twisting his fingers into her hair and tugging gently. Their bodies undulated against each other, flesh against flesh, lips pressed tightly against each other, moans from one being swallowed by the other.

"Kyp is a lucky, lucky man," Jag groaned feeling her muscles squeeze him tightly.

"You have no idea," she kissed him once more before sitting back on her knees…and was shocked to feel another solid body behind her. "Can I help you, Master Durron?"

Kyp's breath was hot against her neck, sending a shudder straight down her spine. "Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing." His fingers skimmed down her arms before lacing together with hers, his lips suckling on her neck.

"What…what about Jaina?"

Kyp laughed. "She's…recuperating." Halfway across the room Jaina was lying sideways on the chair, arms thrown above her head, one leg resting on the floor the other thrown over the chair's arm, her chest rising and falling as she attempted to catch her breath. There was a lopsided grin on her face and an air of pleasurable contentment surrounding her.

"What did you do to her?" Gennevi asked.

"Nothing I haven't done to you before," he growled. "Now, what do you say I help you fulfill one of your secret fantasies?" As the realization of what Kyp was suggesting struck her, Gennevi's movements faltered before halting completely.

"Gennevi, you can't just stop," Jag groaned beneath her. "You're killing me."

"Breath Fel," Kyp coached, pushing gently on Gennevi's back so she was once again chest-to-chest with Jag. "Trust me when I say that you're going to enjoy this just as much as the rest of us." Jag seemed to accept that sentiment and settled in for the ride.

Gennevi tensed slightly when she felt Kyp's fingers probing her, stretching her in a familiar way. She wasn't new to the concept of anal sex, but each time was still an adventure. She'd never been with two men at the same time before, but had confided in Kyp—during one of their more intense love-making sessions—that it had always been her fantasy to try it someday. Apparently that day was now.

"Relax, baby." His voice was gentle and reassuring, bringing a sense of comfort to the whole experience. Gennevi took a deep breath and allowed her muscles to slacken. Beneath her, Jag brought his mouth to her breast and began sucking, palming the other and relaxing Gennevi even further. Eventually Kyp's fingers were replaced by something much thicker. Gennevi hissed as he pressed inside, inching slowly along for several moments until he was fully sheathed within her. The three of them drew in shuttering breaths as a connection was made between them.

"You okay?" Kyp asked. Gennevi nodded her response, concentrating too much on relaxing her muscles to speak. He kissed her neck, sending soothing vibes toward her. "Jag, how you doing?"

The strain was evident in the younger man's voice. "Fantastic," he sighed. "But if I can't move I'm going to lose it."

Kyp chuckled, the vibrations rippling through all three of their bodies. "We'll get there. Just give her a minute."

After a few calming breaths, the colonel flexed her hips earning gasps from both men and bringing a smug smile to her lips. She repeated the motion again, this time with a bit more power behind the movement, and moaned right along with the men. They fell into a comfortable rhythm, Kyp using shallow but powerful thrusts while Jag pushed his hips nearly off the floor. Between them Gennevi writhed like a fish out of water, her body assaulted by pleasures and sensations she had never before dreamed of experiencing.

"Amazing," she whimpered.

"Agreed."

"Roger that," Jag mumbled.

Their pace became increasingly eager as they climbed toward the top of that mountain. Gennevi lost control first, with Jag's mouth latched onto her nipple, his tongue flicking at the small bud, and Kyp's fingers tapping a staccato rhythm against her clit. The sensations overwhelmed her, bringing her to that edge and tossing her over it. She screamed as her body shuddered, muscles clenching around the two men still buried deep inside her.

Jag felt her muscles fluttering against his cock and reacted instantly. His hips bounced upward, clearing the floor by a few inches as he desperately sought his own release. "So close," he gasped. "Can I?"

Even through her post-orgasmic haze Gennevi understood what he was asking and nodded. Seconds later she felt the warm heat as Jag came inside her. Seconds later it was followed by second wave of warmth, this one coming from behind. Kyp's body stiffened, his voice growling softly in her ear.

They collapsed in a tangled heap, Gennevi's boneless body coming to rest between the two men, her legs still entwined with theirs.

"That was…wow." From her vantage point on the couch, Jaina had watched the whole thing, mesmerized and incredibly turned on. The frantic coupling was incredibly erotic to watch, far better than any of the holofilms she possessed.

Jag glanced up at his wife from the floor, watching her fingers twitch where they rested against her thighs. It was blatantly obvious from the wetness clinging to her fingertips that she had been touching herself while she watched them. That thought had Jag stirring to life once again.

"Glad you approve," he laughed.

"Very much so," Jaina purred. Her hand trailed along her thigh, fingers just barely brushing against her sex on their journey upward. "Why don't we move this party elsewhere? I'm sure you guys have a bed that's big enough to accommodate all of us."

"We do," Gennevi nodded. "Just…give us a minute. I'm not entirely sure I can walk right now."

After taking more than a few minutes to catch their respective breath, the foursome moved down the hallways into Kyp and Gennevi's bedroom. Kyp immediately collapsed on the bed, hands folded beneath his head, while Jag took up residence in the room's only chair. Jaina and Gennevi—who had clearly regained her energy and hunger—sat on the bottom of the bed facing each other. Jaina leaned over and captured the older woman's lips in a soft, slow kiss while two sets of hands began to explore what was quickly becoming familiar territory.

Jag watched the scene with tired amusement. "You two will be the death of us."

"Agreed," Kyp responded. "But, if I get to choose how I die, this is definitely at the top of the list."

It took roughly ten minutes of watching the women fondling each other and make out before Kyp and Jag were once again…up…to the challenge.

"I hate to interrupt ladies," Jag purred, "but you've got us feeling a bit lonely here."

Jaina leaned back, her teeth pulling Gennevi's bottom lip as she did so, and grinned devilishly at her husband. "Poor Jagged, are you all hot and bothered?" He nodded mutely, his bottom lip jutting out playfully. "Well too bad, cuz I'm not done with Gennevi."

"Who says you have to choose?" Six eyes zeroed in on the blonde who shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. "I'm just saying…here, I'll show you." Gennevi climbed to her feet and pulled Jaina up beside her. "Jag, lay down with your head at the foot of the bed."

"Yes Colonel," he saluted, climbing to his feet and taking up the designated position.

"Good. Kyp, scoot down a little." She waited patiently while her fiancé got into position before swinging her leg over his body so she was sitting atop his thighs facing the bottom of the bed.

"Ooh…I see where you're going with this." Jaina copied Gennevi's actions until she too was astride Jag facing away from him, but rather than resting on his thighs Jaina reached below her, and after giving Jag's cock a few strokes, slid down until he was fully sheathed inside her. Both Fels let out matching sighs of content.

Not to be outdone, Kyp lifted Gennevi up, poised himself at her entrance and surged forward. Gennevi squealed at the sudden intrusion then smiled. Kyp was learning to take control and the results were exquisite.

It took a few minutes to coordinate their movements, but eventually the women were able to set a steady pace while leaning forward to embrace one another. Their hands traced supple curves, stopping every now and then to pay special homage to particularly sensitive areas. Gennevi spent ample time toying with the underside of Jaina's breasts after discovering the younger woman's pension for moaning when that particular area was stimulated. She exploited that knowledge several times, drawing moans and a slew of Corellian curses that would make the most seasoned pilot blush. Likewise, Jaina came to discover the Gennevi was helplessly ticklish along her ribs. She dug her fingers into the flesh there laughing devilishly when the older woman pulled away and shook with laughter.

"Hey," Kyp put on his most stern voice, "quit distracting her!"

Jaina rolled her eyes. "My apologies, Master Durron." She watched Gennevi resume her previous motions, giving her ample time to set a good rhythm, before reaching down and palming Kyp's sac.

"Sweet Force," he groaned.

Jag's head lifted from the pillow where it had been rolling from side to side, eager to see what had brought such gratification from the other man. "What? What happened?"

"Nothing," Jaina grinned, swirling her hips and clenching her muscles on a downward thrust.

Gennevi leaned forward and gave Jag the same treatment that Kyp was receiving. "Just this." The groan the resonated from Jag's mouth was loud enough to drown out laughter from both women.

They continued to play for some time, experimenting with different rhythms, fingers dancing across every available expanse of skin, for what seemed like hours. Both women had experienced several orgasms throughout the night and were now solely focused on their counterparts. They learned moves from one another, swiveling their hips, clenching their muscles and whispering sweet nothings into air that was thick with the scent of sex.

Gennevi felt Kyp's hands tighten on her hips, pulling her down harder while his hips snapped upward off the mattress, and she knew he was reaching the point of no return. She pulled away from Jaina's lips—noting that the other woman grumbled at the loss of contact—and leaned backward so her back rested against his chest. She bent her knees and raised her hips slightly. Kyp hissed at the new angle and range of movement the position afforded him and doubled his efforts.

"Getting close?" His voice was deeper than she'd ever heard it before and it sent shivers all across Gennevi's body. She nodded her head, not trusting her ability to speak at the moment. And then Kyp's hand was sliding from her hip to tease the bundle of nerves above her sex and Gennevi cried out.

"Is this animalistic enough for you?" he growled in her ear. "Come for me, Gennevi."

It took about three seconds worth of the combined stimulation of feeling Kyp's fingers rubbing against her, his cock thrusting inside her and his breath hot against her neck for Gennevi to fall apart. It felt like every muscle in her body began to tighten like a spring before the tension became too great and finally released. Kyp continued thrusting until he too let out a growl and stilled beneath her and in perfect synchronization they both collapsed in a heap of bones and flesh. They felt the bed shake as Jaina and Jag continued their dance beside them, but neither had the energy to care.

"Oh kriff…Jag!" Jaina bellowed, her body stiffened then slumped over. Jag followed her into oblivion, pulling Jaina's listless body off his own and up under his arm. She curled into his embrace, resting her head against his chest.

The silence in the room was broken by the intermittent gasps as four very tired, very sated people attempted to catch their breath. Suddenly Jaina started chuckling until it progressed into a full fit of giggles. She tried to take a breath and ended up snorting in the process.

"Confession…or challenge?" she asked the room.

Gennevi's head rose from where it rested against Kyp's shoulder. "Confession."

"You must confess: what is the craziest sexual experience you've ever had?"

Fin ;-)

So Alex...was it worth the wait? :D *hugs*