Chapter 16

Dani was startled. "Huh? Are you backing out?"

Rahne was almost snarling. "Nae, I'm not saying that. I'm saying that Sam hasn't had his turn yet."

"Um... I think he just did."

Rahne refused to back down. "Sam asked for a verra simple thing, and ye didn't honor his request. Instead, ye did what ye wanted."

"I don't think Sam really minded, Rahney..."

Sam was even more confused than Dani, but figured he ought to at least say something. "I'm not complaining here..."

Rahne's expression shifted from anger to resolve. "He asked for a chance to explore and learn, and instead ye did what ye wanted. He didn't get what he asked for, so it's not my turn yet."

Sam was totally lost now. "I'm pretty good with what just happened. In fact, I'm downright thrilled."

Rahne glared at him. "Ye promised to ask for what ye wanted most of all, and we promised to honor that. Dani didn't keep her word, but I will." She shifted on the bed, lying back and parting her legs. "Ye wanted to see and touch us... there... and ye're going to get that chance."

Sam now could tell that at least part of Rahne's flushing was embarrassment, at exposing herself so completely. "You don't have to do this, if you really don't want to..."

"I gave my word, Sam, and I will keep it. Now will you keep yours as well, or will ye be known as an oath-breaker?"

Sam could tell that it was hard for Rahne to do what she was doing, but that if he refused, that would hurt her even more. He looked to Dani for advice.

Dani realized that Rahne had a point. Despite her earlier renouncement of the leadership role of the threesome, she had once again taken charge and turned Sam's request to something she thought he'd like better.

And, she admitted, that she'd like better. She didn't like admitting it, but she'd been a little self-conscious when Sam first stated his wish, and had figured that she could distract him, make the whole thing a little less clinical and more emotional. And while it had worked perfectly with Sam, Rahne had seen right through it.

And here was Sam once again turning to her for guidance, for approval. Precisely just what she had said she didn't want.

She met Sam's eyes and shrugged. "She does have a point, Sam. But it's your turn, your wish. That makes it your call."

At that point, Sam also realized what had happened. Rahne was perfectly right, and Dani had just admitted it. And while Rahne might be embarrassed to exposing herself to his scrutiny, he was certain that his refusal would hurt her even more.

He turned to Rahne with a warm smile and shrugged. "Fair's fair, I guess." He then settled down between her legs, his face mere inches from her loins.

Sam knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help compare Rahne to Dani. Her skin was much fairer, and her hair dark crimson. Her lips were closer to a bright pink, while Dani's had been almost purple. He gently extended a single finger and began tracing Rahne's hairline, caressing and tickling her around the fringes of her crotch. He absently planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh as he played.

Rahne felt herself begin to relax. There was still a part of her that was mortified at how exposed and vulnerable she was, but Sam was doing just the right things. He was respectful, yet still playful and affectionate. She relaxed slightly, now curious to just what Sam would do.

Sam gradually worked his way inward, caressing Rahne's loins. He played with her hair, noting that it was even finer than the hair on her head. He carefully avoided her lips, taking his time and trying to appreciate every second – and do what he could to help Rahne enjoy it, too.

Dani chimed in "You know, Sam, if you..."

Rahne's eyes flashed. "You hush, Dani! This is Sam's wish, Sam's moment. He'll do what he wishes, when he wishes, how he wishes, and ye'll not meddle this time."

Dani, abashed, didn't finish her sentence. Sam, however, did respond. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the nest of hair above Rahne's lips. "You tell her, girl."

Sam finally reached the center of Rahne's loins. He slowly traced the parting of her lips up and down, stroking slowly and softly, using just enough pressure for Rahne to feel. She sighed approvingly. This might not be so bad after all. In fact, she might even enjoy it.

Sam, encouraged, gently increased the pressure of his fingertip. It slipped between Rahne's lips, and he began gently stroking the inside surfaces. He was pleased to note that Rahne was quite warm and moist, which he took as encouragement.

Rahne found her embarrassment was being displaced by excitement. Yes, Sam was gazing upon her private of privates, at her invitation. No, at her insistence. But instead of being horribly embarrassed and mortified, she was thrilled. Sam had not shown a single sign of condemnation. Instead, he was almost worshipful in his attentions.

And Dani was – finally – silent, contenting herself to watch. And almost absently, stroke herself at the sight before her.

Sam, encouraged even more by Rahne's responses, brought his other hand into play. He gently pulled Rahne's lips apart, studying the girl closely. Once again, he found himself comparing her to Dani, and once again noted that the Scots girl's tones were lighter than the Cheyenne's. Also, he had to re-orient things in his head – he'd spent his time with Dani having her upside-down to him, while Rahne was right-side-up. But they were more alike than not, and he figured he could apply the lessons he'd learned with Dani (before she distracted him) with Rahne.

Yes, the colors were different, but the parts were much the same. There, up top, was the tender little pearl, glistening with moisture. And down below, the dewy flaps covering Rahne's opening, also gleaming.

Rahne, he decided, deserved his best efforts. He took his hands and slid them under her bottom, then lifted up her hips to his face, raising her to the ideal height and angle. He then made a long, slow lick up her cleft, teasing her lips with his tongue.

Rahne shuddered in delight. As embarrassed as she had been at the start, she now decided it was worth it for the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. And even better, it was Sam down there, doing those wonderfully delicious things to her.

It occurred to Sam that as much as he was enjoying driving Rahne mad with delight, that wasn't quite what he had in mind. He bestowed a tender kiss on Rahne's clitoris, then drew back. "Sorry, Carrottop, but Ah'm not quite done yet. I'll make sure you get your thrills, but not just yet, OK?"

Rahne sighed, then nodded. She wanted her climax, but she trusted Sam.

Sam once again resumed stroking Rahne's lips, this time parting them with gentle pressure. Convinced that she was more than enough aroused, he gently pressed one finger past her moist lips and inside her. Rahne gave a little gasp, but it was clearly one of pleasure.

Sam smiled and began working his finger in and out, enjoying the warmth, the moistness, and the textures of Rahne's soft walls. He thought he could even feel some slight contractions as she seemed to grab at his finger.

Sam started stroking Rahne's insides, noting carefully how she reacted to each touch. As he'd discovered before, the front was especially responsive. Smiling to himself, he changed to working his finger in and out of her.

Rahne was almost glowing with delight. Sam's touches were just what she wanted – even if she hadn't known herself that beforehand.

Sam continued his stroking, gradually increasing the speed and depth as Rahne kept encouraging him. He felt something something different at the end of one stroke, something roundish and firm, and Rahne flinched.

"Ah'm sorry, girl. Was that OK?"

Rahne struggled to control her wincing. "'Tis all right, Sam. Go on."

Dani chose that point to interrupt. "I'm sorry for butting in here, but I have to. Sam, I have a pretty good idea of what you just did, and I don't think Rahne enjoyed it very much."

"Hush, Dani! I told ye, this is between Sam and me."

"No, Rahne, I'm not going to shut up. Sam, Rahne and I have pretty much the same parts, and I'm fairly sure of what you just did. That part of us tends to be sensitive, and it doesn't like fingers – and especially fingernails. Other parts might not be so bad, but no fingers."

"Dani..." Rahne spoke, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Sorry, Rahne, but as you reminded me, this is about Sam learning things, and that means both things that feel good and things that don't. It isn't about him learning what you can put up with. You owe him the honesty to tell him when he does things that you don't like, especially if they are uncomfortable or even painful."

Rahne sighed and closed her eyes. "Ye're right, Dani. Sam, I'm greatly loving most of what ye're doing, but when ye touch my... touch me there, it's nae so nice and even comes close to hurting. So, please, don't do that."

Sam eased his finger back a little and smiled bashfully. "Thanks. Dani is right, that's just what I'm wantin' to learn here. And it's better to learn it now than later." And with that, he resumed his thrusting, but not reaching in quite so far. Rahne leaned back again and enjoyed the feeling.

A moment or two later, Sam spoke up again. "I think I've pretty much learned all I can at this time. Rahne, would you mind if I expressed my gratitude for letting me have my fun?"

Rahne opened her eyes to meet his. "I'm not sure what ye mean by that..."

Sam smiled warmly. "I meant... this." With that, he resumed stroking the front of her tunnel, where he'd noticed she reacted the most strongly, while his thumb began to caress her clitoris. While his hand went to work, he started kissing his way up her body, devoting plenty of attention to each of her breasts. When he reached her neck, he began kissing her deeply, his other arm cradling her against him.

Rahne was rapidly losing control of herself again. Sam was driving her higher and higher, bringing her climax closer and closer. She began gasping, and broke off the kiss when she could no longer keep her breath. Eventually she shuddered into a major climax, clinging tightly to Sam while her body rode out the waves of pleasure.

Sam could feel her passage quivering and pulsing through her climax, almost grabbing at his finger. He took his thumb away from her clitoris, but kept his finger inside her, relishing the feelings of her climax.

After a moment, she squirmed to dislodge his hand, but kept him close. Dani immediately offered the two the now-almost-obligatory water bottles. Rahne tossed her down between pants, while Sam sipped at his – being very careful to not spill his on Rahne.

"So, Rahne, do you now think Sam's had his turn?"

Rahne almost blushed. "'Tis not for me to say."

Dani snorted. "It certainly was for you to say before."

Rahne smiled guiltily. "'Tis a fair point. It really is up to Sam to say – but I won't argue with him this time."

They both turned to Sam. He tried to keep a solemn face, but he couldn't do it. He gave up and put on a huge grin. "I'd say I got all I wanted and all I asked for, and a whole heck of a lot more. So yeah, count me as content."

Dani then turned to Rahne. "So, that means it's officially your turn."

Rahne, somehow, managed to blush slightly and looked away. "Can I have a few more minutes to catch my breath and get my energy back?"

Sam and Dani glanced at each other, pretending to debate whether or not to grant her wish. Finally, Dani spoke. "I suppose that's only fair." Then she snuggled up next to the two, once again making a Sam sandwich – which none of the three objected to.

Almost ten minutes passed in a very comfortable silence. Finally, Rahne spoke. "All right, I'm ready."