Three Sisters One: Algeria

He was sitting on the couch and she was on her knees, nestled between his thighs. For the moment, all she was doing was staring. She poked it. He jumped and squeaked, actually squeaked.
“What are you doing,” he asked, breathless.
“Well,” she said, bending down to give the head of his cock a little flick with her tongue, “I’ve never seen someone’s penis this up close before. It’s cool.”
He chuckled lowly then moaned when she gave him another lick. She didn’t want to tell, but she was at a bit of a loss. She had never done anything like this before and she was too embarrassed to ask for directions. Maybe she could sneak to the kitchen and call Allegra… nah, best to figure it out for herself. She’d just lick him like a lollipop. So that’s what she did, tonguing the slit, licking up all the precome and pulling the tip of cock into her mouth. She looked up into face to get his reaction, to see if she was doing it right. By the look on his face and the noises he was making, she figured she was doing something right. She was about to try putting more of him into her mouth when she felt a gentle tug on her hair. She looked up, surprised when he said, “Up here, right now.”
She stood up, wincing slightly at the cracking noise her knees made and mounted him, his erection bumping up against her. He guided himself to her entrance, looked into her eyes and asked, “Are you ready?”
She nodded and although the first push was slow and gentle, it still burned. He pushed until he was all the way in and waited for her to adjust. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the burn faded and there was just a feeling of fullness. She squeezed around him and he groaned. He grasped her hips and lifted her up, and she was happy to let him take control. While they rose and fell slowly together, they kissed tenderly until the passion became to much. Soon he was slamming into her while their mouths devoured each other. One of his hands slid down to her clit, his thumb stroking counterpoint to his thrusts and it wasn’t long until she was coming, her muscles straining, nails raking down his chest. The pain was enough to send him over and he was coming with a loud grunt. She ended up slumped on his chest, breathless little laughs slowly gaining speed. She was full out laughing when he pulled out of her and helped sit next to him on the couch. She felt all wobbly and limp. When she finally stopped laughing and looked over at Sam, he was asleep, his mouth hanging open. She sighed, even though she was feeling unpleasantly damp and sticky, she found she just couldn’t get up. So, after a few minutes, she fell asleep, her head on Sam’s shoulder.
The next day she woke up sprawled all over the couch with Charlie licking her mouth. She shot up, spitting and got a reminder of the day’s pervious activity. She was sore in all the best places and the couch smelled like sex. She wasn’t worried about the fact that Sam was nowhere to be found. Right now, she wanted a hot shower and maybe bleach to get the taste of dog spit out of her mouth. However, when she got up she didn’t notice the note that was on her legs slip and fall to the ground. She also didn’t notice when Charlie decided it would make a good snack. After a long shower, extensive mouth washing and some buttered toast she had to face the facts: 1) sex was really, really fun, 2) while sex on a couch seemed like a good idea, it was hell on your back and neck, and 3) Sam, while really, really good at fun couch sex, was really, really bad at the morning after. She was so, very pissed off. She picked up her phone and almost called him but decided that she wasn’t in the mood for bullshit, so she called her sister’s instead. An hour later she was sitting in Mattie’s nursing a large cup of chocolate with her sisters.
“That motherfucker!”
Both Al and Sai were shocked by how loud Legs was.
“Jeez Legs, I don’t think the people in the next state heard you,” Sai said laughing, “Besides, what about his side of the story.”
Legs glared at her younger sister, “You always try to justify everyone’s actions. Let me tell you, this has none.”
“Yeah, Sai, I got fucked,” when they both started laughing, she clarified, “Emotionally. I got fucked emotionally.”
“Screw him then,” Legs said loudly, “what the hell are we doing sitting around drinking coffee, we need to go out, get our hair and nails done and go to a bar.”
Both Al and Sai shook their heads.
“You know I have midterms and an ass load of studying to do…”
Al interrupted her, “Yeah and I’m not really in the mood to go out, you know, I just wanna stay home, watch a little TV…”
“No,” she stood up and grabbed her sister’s hands, “we are going out and that is that. So grab your shit and let’s go.”
So that was how Al found herself all primped and polished, her normally wild short hair done within a inch of its life and her nail, which were normally caked with grease, painted a dark plum color. Now she found herself forced to buy slinky, expensive dresses that after being worn once would be put into the back of her closet. The dress in question was a simple black number with a deep v neckline and the kind of material that just slid on a girl. It was just above the knees with silver thread that would catch the light every time she moved. It was a great dress, and even Al had to admit she looked like a sex bomb, but the price! It wasn’t that she couldn’t afford it; it was just that she bought cars for less.
“Listen Algae, every once in a while a girl needs to feel pretty. The guy you had a major crush on just left you high and dry. Your loser ex keeps hanging around; get the goddamn dress,” Legs ranted, causing all the women in the store to start clapping. Sometimes her life was such a movie.
“Alright, alright. Hey, do you guys take American Express?”
After a long day of shopping, Al finally escaped by saying that she was tired and that she was going to take a short nap. She avoided the couch and went to check her messages. A big blinking zero. Finally deciding that it was now or never, she called Sam’s number. After about five rings, someone picked up.
“Hello?”
Al sat in stunned silence. A woman, a woman just answered his house phone. Wait, mustn’t jump to conclusions…
“Hi, this Algeria. Is Sam there,” she asked, trying to keep her voice pleasant. This time there was silence on the other side of the line.
The other woman’s voice was cold and condescending, “Samuel, is not available right now and won’t be for a long time. So you don’t need to call here again.”
And then, dial tone. Al’s mind was blank for a moment as she held the phone in her hand. The rage built up slow and steady inside of her. She slammed down the receiver, and stiffly walked to her bedroom. Charlie was sleeping on her bed when she came in. He seemed to sense her mood and hopped off to stand next to her. She sniffed, “I’m not crying Charlie, I’m not. I mean, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and just stared into space, absently stroking Charlie, feeling sorry for herself. Suddenly a voice that sound exactly like Legs told her to get off her sorry ass and do something. Yeah, she would do something alright. She would make Samuel want her so badly that he would do anything to be with her. She would remain cool and unaffected, and burn him the way he deserved. With that happy thought in mind, she began to get ready to go out.