Three Sisters One: Algeria

“So then what happened?”
Al sighed into the phone. “Then he kissed me, gave me his cell number and his hotel number.”
Sai was silent for a moment and then said, “That’s it, and he didn’t try to ravish you once? I think you got ripped off.”
Al snorted, “Which sister am I talking to again; I thought that you were supposed to be the sensible one.”
Sai laughed. “Yeah well, even I think that a girl needs to ravished every once in a while. Oh, have you told Legs yet?”
Al couldn’t stop herself from shuddering. She knew how that conversation would go. “No, I mean, have you met your sister?”
“Yeah… yeah. Well good luck, for all the good that will do you. Anyway I gotta go; I got a class in ten minutes. I love you, bye.”
“I love you too, bye.”
Al hung up the phone. She knew she was in a fine mess. On the one hand, the feeling for Nunzio never went away, they just faded. But what she felt for Samuel, she felt the urge to rape him on sight and that was a completely new feeling. She stood up from her comfy loveseat and stretched. She decided that she wouldn’t open the shop today; she just didn’t feel up to dealing with anyone. She already walked Charlie so she decided to relax at home. She took a leisurely shower, rubbed lotion all over her body and she put on her favorite perfume. She slipped on a black thong and matching lacy bra with the sheer black robe that came with it. She was heading to the kitchen to grab a beer when she heard someone knock at her door. The person was pretty insistent so she ran to the door and cracked it open. It was Samuel. He seemed extremely agitated. So much so that before she could even say anything, he pushed his way into her house.
“Samuel, wha,” she started but he interrupted her.
“Algeria, I need to tell you something,” he said, facing away from her. He turned quickly and froze. His eyes slowly took in her appearance and Al couldn’t help but blush. When his eyes reached her face, he blushed a fiery red and his mouth, that was open, snapped closed. He left as quickly as he had come, leaving Al very confused, and strangely enough, aroused. She closed the door and decided to have that beer. She reached the fridge, opened it and pulled out an ice cold beer. She placed it on her hot cheeks when she heard someone ring the doorbell. Cursing the fact that she didn’t have a peep hole, she opened the door gingerly. To say she was surprised to see Samuel there was an understatement. Her surprise quickly changed to shock when Samuel pushed his way in. Now she was pissed.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t just,” she was cut off when he suddenly lunged at her and pulled her into his arms. She could only yelp in surprise when he slowly lowered his head and tenderly kissed her mouth. It only lasted for a second but Al heard roaring in her ears. She saw Samuel looking at her, and she was aware that he was saying something but her she just couldn’t hear. When it looked like he was going to pull away, Al grabbed his shirt, dragged him to the couch and none to gently pushed him onto it. Pulling off the robe, she climbed on top and the thought that she was on top of Samuel caused a full body shudder. She rested with her thighs on both sides of his hips, and was grinding down lightly on his clothed erection, teasing him. She began to unbutton his shirt, unable to hide how each inch of his revealed skin excited her. When she was done she pushed his shirt as far open as it would go and just looked. He was mouthwatering. Ripped muscles, washboard abs with a trail of dark blond hair leading to the promised land. Skin a light golden color with freckles on his shoulders and down his chest. She was ready to play connect the dots. She leaned down and licked a nipple. He hissed and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re such a tease,” she said grinning.
It took him some effort to talk having to swallow numerous times. He still squeaked, “Me,” his voice incredulous.
“Uh huh,” she replied, leaning down to lick the other nipple, deciding that she liked the noise he made. He made it again.
“Always walking around all buttoned up, hiding all of this,” she gave him a mock glare, “that wasn’t very nice, you know, down right rude.”
She ground down a little bit harder and his hands slid up to her hips, gripping them, hoping to encourage more movement. She just grinned wider and lifted her hips off of him. He growled but she ignored it.
“You have to be punished. It’s only fair after all the frustration you caused me. God, I used to watch your hands and I would get so wet…”
He pulled her down and kissed her mouth, obscene really, practically humping her. She found that she didn’t mind. She pulled back panting, her bottom lip stinging where he bite her.
“That wasn’t very nice,” she gasped, not really minding at all. He grinned and she must have shorted out because the next thing she knew, her bra was missing in action.
“Payback,” he smiled, and Al found her self to be very afraid…
He sat up, pulled a nipple into his mouth, holding it gently with his teeth. His tongue flicked it and yowza, that was fantastic. Then, teeth releasing her nipple he sucked hard and momma that was all she wrote. Al found herself suddenly, wonderfully, coming, body rigid, eyesight whiting out. When she came to her face was plastered to his sweaty chest and she found that she didn’t mind that either. That hands running up and down her spine were a big help. What she did mind was the laughing. She tried to get up but found her arms were spaghetti. She hit him weakly, and asked, voice muffled, “What’s so damn funny?”
“It’s just, you really know how to inflate a guy’s ego.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that. When she could move she sat up again aware of his wince when she brushed his erection.
Her grin was a mile wide. “Well now that I’m taken care of, what do we do about you?”
He was too aroused to smile, his voice was gravely and low, “I’m sure that you can think of something.”