“Do you understand now why I didn’t want you to use shortcuts?”
“Sometimes, it’s the only way to get something done,” Tess said.
“Like now,” Cris agreed. “You’ve already said that you’ll never get your tats back quickly enough if you don’t use it.”
“Just because I recognize the necessity, doesn’t mean I like it or that I want my apprentice using it.”
“Does it work?” Tess asked.
I focused on the new tattoo and it glowed to life in their vision. Instantly, my senses expanded into extra visual wavelengths, a wider audio spectrum, and my nerve endings exploded once again in pain.
“Damn!” I said, cancelling the tat’s energy and shaking myself to distract my body from the pain.
“Ouch,” Tess said. “Yeah, it works, but don’t use it until you’re feeling better. Okay?”
“I second that,” Cris said.
“Sorry, ladies, but you asked if it worked.”
“So, are you going to add another or wait until the pain from this one has faded?” Tess asked.
I thought about how much pain I had shared with them and frowned. “No, not until it fades. I’m pretty good at ignoring pain, but this is ridiculous. Next time, I’ll do it by myself.”
“But you said you couldn’t have completed it without our being meshed together,” Cris said.
“The way I did it, you’re right. But I think I can still burn it the way I’ve always done it. I’ll just concentrate on following the spell’s pattern rather than picturing the entire pattern at once.”
“You don’t have to do that, Rafe. We don’t mind the pain,” Tess said.
“That’s both brave and kind, but they are my tattoos. I can’t ask you to share the pain with me.”
I rolled onto my back and stared up at them.
Simultaneously, they leaned down and kissed each side of my face. I put out my hands, cupping the back of their heads; I gripped their hair and pulled first Cris, and then Tess, to my lips in long kisses.
When done, I released my grip on each of them and tried to sit up. Both ladies placed a hand on my bare chest and held me down.
I felt their hot emotion passing through them and into me.
“I was thinking of showering to get this sweat off me before we did anything else,” I said.
They held me down a moment longer and I felt an agreement of some kind pass through them. They stood easily and then offered me hands. I took them and let them help me to my feet.
“Let’s go check out that shower,” they said in unison.
“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed.
Still holding my hands, they collapsed the circle we’d erected and then pulled me toward the master bedroom. There, they turned my back to the bed and pushed me back onto it. I reached for them and they stepped back out of my reach.
“Not yet, there’s no rush,” Cris said.
“I’m a patient man,” I said with a leer.
“Hah, neither of us believes that,” Tess said.
They turned to face each other and my curiosity peaked. What were they up to?
Cris slowly slid the zipper of Tess’s jacket down. My eyebrows went up.
When the jacket was unzipped, Cris slid it from Tess shoulders, gathered it in one hand, and tossed it onto a chair. Today, Tess wore a simple gray tee shirt beneath her jacket. The grey was dark from sweat under the arms and around the collar. Cris pulled the tail of the tee shirt from its tucked in position, gripped both sides in her hands and slid it up Tess’s body with a slow and deliberate motion. Tess raised her arms straight up until the shirt cleared her head and then lowered them so Cris could slip the shirt past her hands. A second later, the tee shirt joined Tess’s jacket in the chair, leaving Tess bare to the waist except for her black sports bra.
Cris stepped closer to Tess; close enough to bring their lips together in a long, passionate kiss. My pulse rate rose simultaneously with the girls’ own heartbeats. Almost unnoticed by me, I was concentrating on their kiss, Cris snaked her hands behind Tess and unfastened her bra. As the kiss broke, Cris stepped back with Tess’s bra. Tess’s nipples were erect and tantalizing. The bra joined Tess’s other clothes.
I waited for what came next, eagerly anticipating whatever else these vixens had in store for me.
For a moment, the ladies stared at each other while I tried not to drool. Then Tess stepped up to Cris and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her fingers moved dexterously, but also slowly and deliberately. Finally, she reached the last button, raised her hands, and drew the blouse down from Cris’s shoulders. With a snap of her wrist, Tess threw the blouse into the same chair that held her own clothes. In contrast to Tess’s sports bra, Cris had on a dainty white bralette similar to the one she’d purchased this afternoon.
Tess stepped into Cris and repeated the other woman’s bra removal method. I had to adjust my pants.
Both ladies, naked to the waist, stepped back from each other again. They hadn’t looked in my direction since they began their strip tease, but we were still meshed and I could feel every emotion, every sensation as their fingers and lips touched.
Cris knelt in front of Tess and reached for the snap on her leathers. A second later, the zipper made a long sigh as it parted. Grasping the waist, Cris pulled down on the form fitting leathers, slowly revealing more of Tess’s skin and her high-cut black panties.
As Tess lifted one foot after the other, Cris pulled the leather pants off her feet. As she stood, Cris tossed the pants in the growing pile of laundry. Once more, Cris took a single step back and waited. Tess knelt
