Epilogue: The Promise of Spring
Kaitlyn and I graduated from massage therapy school a few weeks later, mid-April, spending a good chunk of the following day filing paperwork with the state.
Did you know the state of Utah demands that massage therapists get fingerprinted and have the state police do a background check as part of the license application? Yeah, in this state, you can either get a concealed weapons permit or a massage therapist’s license, same amount of paperwork either way, and the therapist requires about a hundred times as much classroom time as a prerequisite to applying for the license. Something screwy there.
Speaking of, Kaitlyn and I had discussed the question of gun ownership, and we’d decided that between our martial arts skills and our mage powers, we probably wouldn’t have good reason to get any. Certainly not right upon returning to Moab, at any rate. Perhaps later, but not now.
We’d gone to a few local Krav Maga classes shortly before leaving Salt Lake, and they slotted us right in at the blue belt level based on our sparring successes, telling us that they’d have given us brown or black belts except that our style was so idiosyncratic that we didn’t fit in any higher up. Deciding that we were more interested in practical skill development than in matching our style to fit a single discipline, we went back to teaching ourselves after that. Perhaps after we got back to Moab, we’d have the free time to concentrate on a single martial discipline for a while.
The Saturday before we returned to Moab, Kaitlyn asked her brother, “Are you coming down next month once school gets out?”
Vin looked to Jess who replied, “I don’t think so; it’s looking like we’ll be pretty slammed at work until mid-June or so.”
“I’m staying up here with you, then, Jess,” Vin said resolutely, covering her hand with his. The two looked into each others’ eyes long and deep.
Kaitlyn started out waiting patiently for them to return their attention to the conversation but eventually gave up. “Ahem!” Two sets of eyes snapped reluctantly to her. “Well, you’ll definitely have to come down for the 4th. Besides the wedding, it’ll be the one year anniversary of our family’s first nudist picnic! Remember how embarrassed you were, Vin?”
“Don’t remind me!” he groaned, interlacing his hands over the back of his head, putting his face almost into his cereal bowl, making us all laugh.
“You’ve come an awful long way,” I told him. “You were technically an adult when I first met you, but you’re a man now. I don’t just mean sexually: I mean that you’ve done a lot of growing up in the past year. I’m proud to know you, Vicente.”
He blushed bashfully, looking back down at his cereal bowl, then met our eyes, saying, “Thanks, you two. I wouldn’t be here but for the both of you,” slipping his arm around Jess meaningfully, noisily scooting his chair closer to hers.
“Our house also has three bedrooms, Jess,” I said. “You two are welcome to one of them for the wedding.”
“Or any other time, for that matter,” added Kaitlyn.
“All right, we’ll be there,” Jess promised, her head now on Vin’s shoulder.
We just watched them enjoy each other for a while. Although it was almost 11am, we were all still nude, not yet having found a reason to dress on this lazy Saturday. Kaitlyn and I were released from our schooling, Vin’s university was now on its own Spring Break, and though Jess had plenty of contract work waiting for her, she’d put it all off until Monday after we’d left, to pack more time in with us.
Jess spoke again, saying, “I think I need something extra special to tide me over until I can see you two again. Let’s go up to my bedroom.”
Kaitlyn and I were up the stairs to the master bedroom first, so she was on the far side of the bed, and I was kneeling between her feet when Jess and Vin came in the door.
“No,” Jess said simply, looking straight at me. When I didn’t answer, not knowing what to say, she continued, “Davie, we’ve known each other for about four years now. You’ve been teasing me for seven months up here. You’ve let me play with Kaitlyn several times, but you’ve always held yourself aloof from me in these encounters. Why? And don’t give me the little sister line, because I know what those eyes mean! You’re not getting out of here without giving me a taste!”
Before I could ask what precisely she wanted a taste of, Kaitlyn told me firmly, “You’d better go to her, Davie.” Switching her attention to her brother, my wife said, “Vin, you need to show me what you’ve learned anyway. C’mon, final exam time.”
And with that, it was settled between the women, Vin and I in their wake as ever.
I knee-walked to the near side of the bed down by its footboard, and Jess slid in above me, head and shoulders up on the pillows, legs spread invitingly.
Vin walked around the foot of the bed and knelt at his sister’s feet, where I’d just been.
I thought to ask Jess whether she was sure about this, but she’d already expressed herself on that point, and I had marching orders from my wife besides.
I was watching Vin begin to play with my wife’s perky breasts — smaller than his girlfriend’s, clearly fascinating him with the difference — when I heard a small cough from Jess, returning my gaze to her face. She smirked at me, then looked down at her breasts meaningfully.
Hint received, I caressed them sexually, remembering the feel of them more from our clockwork orgasm push back on New Year’s Day than from any of the dozens of massages we’d given her over the past seven months. Intent matters, and my intent here was entirely different now than for a massage.
I took one areola fully in my mouth, drawing a long low throaty, “Mmmmmmmhhhmmm,” from her before one of my hands began to explore her soft torso, the other supporting me in a tripod pose as I nuzzled her nipples.
I’d kissed, caressed, and nosed my way down to her iliac crests, where I decided to give her a tease, reversing direction and working my way back up her body. Perhaps a minute later, I was kissing up her other breast, up her neck, across her cheek, and then kissed Jessica Jevgenijeva on the mouth for the first time in my life. She had a different style than Kaitlyn, softer yet somehow more precise. Not rote or memorized, but I felt like — this will sound strange — a plate full of mussels in cream sauce, and she was determined to eat it all, one bite — one kiss — at a time. Does that make any kind of sense?
I broke away from that and kissed back down the other side of her body along the flank, thigh, and calf, ending with that leg’s calf and thigh in one hand each, my mouth on the sole of her foot, compressing her leg in toward her body, making it ripple up wonderfully.
I kissed slowly up the inside of this leg. By the time I’d arrived at Jess’ feminine core, I saw that she was ready. I shot a finger at the bullseye in the target she presented to me, eliciting a series of grunts, sighs, and moans.
In one ear, I heard my wife moaning in harmony with her friend, but I kept my attention on Jess. When my tongue hit Jess’ outer labia, her moans redoubled. As her clit erected, her moans redoubled again.
Jess began to squirm and buck her hips, so I added a second finger and increased the speed of my tongue, making a tour of her pussy, focusing on the clit but running around it occasionally and up through the vestibule to resume work on her button.
The first orgasm I ever delivered to Jess’ hit shortly. “Geeeeyyaaaahhhhh!! Hah, ah, ah, aaaaaiyaaaah! Dammit, Davie, why did you wait to do this to me until I demanded it?” she belted out rhetorically.
“Chivalry?” I offered from between her thighs, then resumed my work.
She just resumed panting, wanting the resumption of my ministrations more than explanations.
“Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiigggggghhh!!! Damadamadamadamadammmmmmmitt Daaaaavieeeeeee!” Jess squealed as her second orgasm hit, almost bucking me up off her, held in place by her thighs alone.
I left my fingers inside her sloppy-wet passage and quickly moved up her body to lick her nipples, using my stimulation there to extend her orgasm’s length.
As Jess recovered, I disengaged, sat back, and began to draw patterns on her quivering stomach with her own juices. Once I’d judged her capable of rational thought again, I bridged myself over her body, careful not to touch myself to her, tightening my pubococcygeus muscle to keep my erection up by my body, but she pulled me down atop her and kissed me deeply. When she broke the kiss, she pulled my right hand up to her mouth and licked her juices off my forefingers.
“Mmmmmmmm…” she sighed happily.
Our after-play was interrupted by a shout from the other side of the bed. “Eeeeeeeyyyeeeeahhh, Vinnnneeeee!”
I turned and looked. Kaitlyn’s eyes were squinted tight shut in orgasm, her lips compressed, then opening wide to exhale, “Hahhh! Oh, that was much better, Vin!” I couldn’t see his face, it being down between her legs at the time.
Jess hand gently touched my cheek, rotating my gaze back to her. “You’re not done yet. Time for a tool change!”
I lifted myself into a flat plank above her, and using only my muscular control slid my cock gently into her, rocking my hips to lube it up with her secretions a bit at a time, eventually bottoming out about five inches in.
“Oh, that’s awesome, Davie…” she sighed. “Faster!”
Then in one ear I heard another sigh, an “Aaaah!” from Kaitlyn under Vin who was copying my position and technique, with Kaitlyn as his tutor. As we increased the speed of our lovemaking, I kept a loose eye on his movements. When he paused to regain control, I paused too, kissing Jess deeply while waiting for him to continue. When he resumed, so did I.
“I can’t hold on much longer, you two!” panted Vin shortly.
“Take one more break, then go for it,” his sister told him while I continued lifting Jess higher and higher.
I dumped a purely magical load into Jess shortly after, emptying my mojo reserves entirely into her body, magically curing all the little ails that had built up since the last massage, stroking through the healing to build my magical reserves back up. While working on that, I gave her a thorough checkup, using all of the knowledge I’d acquired since the beginning of the school year, finding nothing amiss, so I decided to start going after every minor internal flaw: I cleared out every little cyst, growth, lesion… Everything.
As I was about to release, I heard Kaitlyn urging her brother, “Angle up, Vin! Faster!”
I decided to time my completion to coincide with his, bringing Jess along with me using my magical technique, signaling Kaitlyn to do the same.
“Yes, just there! Just theeeeeeerrrre!” she exclaimed, ending on a squeak, her stomach and thighs beginning to clench and spasm, pushing Vin over the edge.
“Aaauuuggggghhh!” he bellowed in orgasmic release, jamming his cock deep inside my wife, his own sister, scooting her across the bed a few inches with his urgency, his shoulders tight and head back as far as it would go, the tendons along his jaw and neck taut.
I released at the same time with a long “Nnnnnggggghhh!” grunt, sending Jess into her Nth orgasm; I’d been too busy to count.
“Yiiiiiigggghhh!” Jess squeaked in my ear, clamping me in a tight hug to her body as I directed the burst of sex magic over Jess’ skin, erasing every childhood scar, rosette, and mole.
I stilled my movements while her contractions ran their course, then rolled off to her side, opposite the other couple. While they recovered, I checked Jess out internally once more. No more RSI, no more lower back misalignment, no more thigh vein problems from sitting for hours on end. She was as physically perfect as I could achieve internally. Only then did I evaluate my work on her outer appearance: she veritably glowed, and I don’t mean that merely as a euphemism for sweating, though she was doing that, too.
After Vin’s eyes uncrossed, I asked my wife, “So how’d he do?”
“A+,” she breathed, still recovering, “with a gold star for most-improved since the beginning of term.”
Vin disagreed, saying, “Improved we may be, but this was not an A+ performance. The longest edging session we’ve managed is about an hour, and then only by pausing frequently through the last half. The last time we tried it, Jess ended up having three biggish orgasms anyway, not one, and I was so giddy by my own eventual release that I just collapsed atop her laughing.”
With a wistful smile on her face, our resident word nerd added, “I wanted one single Brobdingnagian orgasm, too, but Vin’s getting too good, and I can’t hold on.”
“Sounds lovely,” said Kaitlyn. “Maybe you’ll put on a show for us sometime.”
Her brother resumed his self-critique, “The thing is, Kate, you two have blown the grade curve with your hours-long bonking sessions, so B minus at best, right?”
“The curve has to be different for mages,” I said, trying to smooth over any resentment he held toward us. “If she says A+ for a muggle, I believe her.”
He looked a bit mollified, but Kaitlyn looked more thoughtful. “You know, Davie, there’s nothing about sex magic that requires that both partners be mages. Between the skills we’ve taught these two and our own magical powers, I think we might be able to give the two of them an epic edging session each. Whaddaya say, me boyo? Going away present?”
“Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease do me, Kaitlyn!” blurted Vin, his fingers interlaced tightly, hands clasped over his heart, puppy-dog eyes set on Stun.
“Jess?” I asked my friend.
“I’m pretty sure I want it, but let me get the details straight first. How does this work?”
I began the explanation, “It’ll have to be mages on top the whole time if we’re to avoid grounding out our magic here on the bed. It’d be different if we were outside in nature, but we can’t get away with doing this in your back yard, Jess.”
My wife added, “We’ve learned to maintain our magical reserves by charging up directly from the magic of sexual intercourse. The motion of our magically conductive bare bodies through the Gaia field regenerates mojo in the same way a water-driven turbine generator’s rotation creates electrical power by moving a magnet through a copper coil. By harnessing that power, I can keep Vin here from falling over the edge without depleting my mojo. His own growing skill with orgasm delay will help, but if need be, I can stop it magically. Davie can do similar things with you, Jess, except that you’ll be free to have as many orgasms as you can handle. Davie and I can take care of lubrication, irritation control, and muscle soreness as well.”
I put in, “It won’t be easy. The times we’ve done this with other mages, we could go into a state of magical rapport with our partner to maintain control over the edging, but the medical insight we’ll have through our healing magic will suffice.”
Jess complained, “Sounds rather clinical.”
Kaitlyn shrugged. “You demanded an explanation. Now how about we show you instead?”
Jess nodded and said, “All right, yeah, I want this.” Piously, she added, “For Science, you know.”
I laughed gleefully and observed to my wife, “We have the rest of the day. We could even put off leaving until tomorrow afternoon.”
Rather than agree with me outright, Kaitlyn addressed her little brother, “Vinny-boy, c’mere and get some!”
We nearly broke Jess’ bed that afternoon, edging our partners up to lunchtime before finally letting them release.
After lunch, they each demanded another go, so we did a longer, more tantric run up to dinner time, blowing their minds a second time with another four-way single simultaneous orgasm.
Dinner was an exhausted affair of canned soup and sandwiches, the four of us wholly concerned with sustenance before falling into deeply needed sleep. We all slept in the same bed, purely companionable, being entirely tapped-out sexually.
We didn’t create any new universes that Saturday, but if we didn’t have the healing power of Gaia on our side, there would have been four very sore young adults the next morning as we packed the car to leave for Moab.
As it was, we now had two trained up mage healers, we were working on a third, and we had a solid plan for finding a fourth.
Hang on, world! The mages are coming to the rescue as fast as we can!