DANCE WITH ME
By Geonn
Looking back on that night, she realized she didn't even notice which song was playing when it started.
SG-1 had gotten together, as they often did, in Jack O'Neill's house for a night of drinking, music and fun. Mostly drinking, which led to the inevitable embarrassing story for the next briefing. Daniel and Teal'c had opted out early, Daniel offering to drive Teal'c back to the base (the archaeologist bemoaned that it wasn't much fun drinking when you got tipsy from a thimble of alcohol). He'd wished Jack and the ladies a good time and left them alone.
It was a good hour later before Janet got drunk enough to start what she did. She had been sitting on the arm of Jack's chair, staring at Sam across the room where she was sprawled out on the couch. She downed the last of her beer and stuck the bottle between Jack's legs. As he stared at where her hand had almost been, smiling like a teenager, Janet had slipped off the chair and started swaying to whatever music was playing. Jefferson Airplane? No, the Colonel wouldn't have anything like that in his house, let alone playing for everyone to hear.
The brunette was wearing a white blouse and black slacks, slipping off her high heels as she danced to the music. Her hair was down, a rare occurance, and she found it every now and then getting caught in her eyelashes. She giggled and spun an invisible partner to the music that surrounded her. She twisted her head, getting the hair out of her eyes, and held her hands out. The right one toward Jack's chair, the left toward Sam on the couch. "Come on, someone dance with me."
Jack glanced at Sam, but it was eventually the blonde who rose to her feet and rounded the coffee table. She put her hands on Janet's hips, swaying in time with the other woman. As they moved closer, now stomach-to-stomach, Jack shifted uneasily and looked down at his half-empty beer bottle. His eyes, however, continually betrayed him. They returned time and again to Sam and Janet; their faces inches apart, both of them smiling, Sam groping Janet and Janet groping Sam back. He cleared his throat and Sam turned her head to him, winking.
He shifted again.
Sam was wearing jeans, the denim tight around her hips and ass. He licked his lips, not trying to find her pantyline but discovering it anyway. He picked up Janet's empty beer bottle and put it on the coffee table, trying not to notice how close this move brought him to the dancing women. Janet had both hands on Sam's ass now, pulling the taller woman closer. Sam's hands had closed around the collar of Janet's blouse, holding them tightly in her balled fists.
Jack stood, planning to go into the kitchen. His feet had other ideas. They carried him toward the two women and he found himself standing next to them, staring down at their faces. Sam had relaxed her grip on Janet's blouse and both of them turned to look at him.
He looked first at Sam, the woman he'd spent years harboring feelings for. He touched her face, brushing her cheek and gently pushing away a few strands of hair. He looked then at Janet, a beautiful woman whom he'd never taken the time to appreciate, a woman who he mocked mercilessly and who gave as good as she got. He touched her cheek as well, watching as her dark eyes closed and she leaned into his caress.
Softly, Jack asked, "How drunk are we?"
"Drunk enough to ask that question," Sam chuckled.
It was Sam who took the next step. She turned her head and kissed Jack's inside wrist, her lips hot against his skin. He turned, watching as her mouth slid up to the cuff of his sleeve, her eyes closed, her nose blowing hot air down his arm. He swallowed sharply and whispered, "Sam..."
She lifted her head and closed the distance between them, kissing his lips for the first time. Jack kept his eyes open and his lips shut, waiting for the punchline as Sam's mouth moved over his. Samantha Carter was kissing him. Not the worst thing that had ever happened at a party... She broke the kiss and sighed, eyes opening, cheeks flushed. "He doesn't know how to kiss a woman," Sam moaned. "You kiss a woman..." she paused, looking at Janet. With a sly grin, she said, "Well, you kiss a woman like this."
She leaned in and covered Jack's hand on Janet's cheek, pinning it there. Janet's eyes widened slightly as she realized her friend's intention, then slowly dropped closed as Sam kissed her. She parted her lips instantly and Sam chuckled into her mouth, tongue swirling and dancing along the petite brunette's. She finished with a nip and a bite to Janet's bottom lip, then turned to Jack. "Did you pay attention, young man?"
"Oh, yeah," Jack said, voice strained. He leaned in and softly kissed Sam, parting her lips with the tip of his tongue and pressing himself against her side. Sam moaned, tilting her head and rolling her tongue around his. Janet licked her lips as she watched them, eyes gleaming with lust. She leaned forward and began to peck along Jack's jawline, sweeping the stubble with her tongue before she caught the lobe of his ear. He groaned into Sam's mouth and Janet smiled in victory.
When the two finally broke their kiss, the threesome put some distance between them. They all took a step back, looking at each other and trying to telepathically determine where the night was headed. Janet looked at Sam and Jack, knowing their long-standing feelings for each other, and she smiled nervously. "I'll, uh... head on out. Leave you two... ah..." She immediately headed for the door, eager to give her friends privacy.
"Wait, Janet," Jack said, moving to intercept her. He stepped between her and the entrance to the hallway. He put his hands on her shoulders, holding her in place. "Just hold on." He leaned down and kissed her, softly, lovingly, like he had kissed Sam a moment ago. She welcomed his tongue, invited it into her mouth, her hands running over his chest. She felt Sam behind her, the blonde wrapping her arms around Janet's waist and pulling her away from Jack.
Janet turned to face the other woman, her questions dying as Sam again kissed her lips. Janet sighed and sagged against Sam, letting the taller woman hold her up. Jack pressed up against her back, his erection the most prominent thing she felt. It was like a poker burning against her hip. He kissed her neck as Sam assaulted her lips. She felt Sam's hands under her arms, supporting her. Jack's hands were on her hips, holding her steady as he pressed against her from behind.
The music was still playing and the three of them realized they were moving in time to the music. Their bodies were swaying unconsciously, giving a rythym to this bizarre turn of events. Janet broke the kiss with Sam and buried her face in the taller woman's shoulder, inhaling her perfume. Craning her neck over Janet's shoulder, Sam caught Jack for another kiss, pressing herself against Janet's front as tightly as Jack was against her back. Janet moaned, lifting her head to kiss Sam's neck.
Multiple kisses followed, between Sam and Janet, between Janet and Jack, between Sam and Jack. As Sam explored Janet's breasts, Janet had reached behind herself to squeeze Jack through his jeans. Jack, meanwhile, had his hands roaming over Sam's ass, holding the three of them tightly together.
The first clothing to be loosened was Janet's, and it was undone by Sam. The blonde had started to undo the bottom buttons on Janet's blouse. When she had managed to get three loose, she broke her kiss with her friend and stepped back. Jack's hands slipped from her ass and he settled for smoothing his fingers over Janet's flat belly. Sam dropped to her knees and Janet leaned back, using Jack for support as he kissed her neck. Sam parted the halves of Janet's blouse, baring her stomach before she assaulted the petite woman's navel.
Janet giggled as the first swipes of Sam's tongue moved over her stomach. She turned her head, looking at Jack and finding his lips. Sam covered her friend's abdomen with kisses, wetting it with saliva, before she moved up to find Janet's black brassiere peeking out from beneath the off-white blouse. It made her mouth water, but she left the breasts covered. She lowered her gaze and slipped her fingers into the belt loops of Janet's slacks. She tugged just enough to reveal the lacy black waistband of Janet's panties and she began a new assault on the untouched flesh.
Jack's fingers found the buttons of Janet's blouse and undid the ones Sam had left untouched, letting the material sag open. Janet took the initiative and let herself be the first to lose clothes. She paused her assault on Jack's tongue to look down at Sam, watching the pink tongue dance over the hem of her underwear. "Hey," she whispered. "Look up." Sam did as instructed, treated to the sight of Janet unhooking her bra and letting it fall.
The lacy black material fell onto Sam's face and Jack groaned, chuckling at the sight. He kissed Janet's neck and closed his hands over Janet's bare breasts. The nipples were already hard and he teased them, flicking them with his fingertips as he tried to find new territory on Janet's throat to explore.
Sam, meanwhile, undid Janet's slacks and tugged them down, leaving the panties in place for the moment. Leaving the jeans bunched around Janet's calves, she returned to the other woman's waist and began an oral assault on the fragile lace underwear. Janet moaned and reached down, touching Sam's head and holding her in place. Behind her, she heard a zipper and felt something warm and hard against her hip. "Oh, God," she whispered. "Oh, Godgodgodgodgod..."
Jack's hands were on her hips and he guided her towards the couch, interrupting Sam's activities. The blonde fell back onto her haunches, watching as Jack guided Janet to the couch and gently but insistently bent her forward over the arm. Janet reached out, balancing herself against the cushions. Jack abandoned her and stepped back, kneeling behind her. He gently eased her panties away, baring her ass to his gaze. He let the panties fall to her knees and locked his lips on the soft, pliant flesh of her ass. He kissed the cheeks, his hand moving between her legs to check her readiness.
Sam, meanwhile, sat on the floor, staring at her soon-to-be lovers. Janet's body was perfect, bent over the arm of the couch, her breasts hanging beneath her and her ass stuck into the air. She looked so wanton, so ready. And Jack... his lips on Janet's posterior, his fingers hard at work between her legs, his cock... his cock, erect, proud, naked, throbbing, wet. Sam licked her lips and stood, quickly doffing her clothes before walking to the couch.
Both Janet and Jack looked up at the nude Sam, four eyes widening at their first sight of the blonde's nudity. Janet, of course, had gotten sneak peeks in the infirmary. But... apples and oranges. She craned her neck out and tasted first one nipple, then the other. Jack and Sam locked eyes as Janet sucked on Sam's breasts, the blonde licking her lips as she darted glances down at Jack's ready cock.
"Condoms?" Jack asked.
"Pill," Janet said. "I'm ready, Jack, please..."
He rose, stroking himself as Sam laid on the couch before Janet. He groaned as he realized her intent. Hooking one leg over the back of the couch, letting one foot remain on the floor, Sam reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips with two fingers. She strummed her clit with her thumb and bit her lip, nodding encouragement to Janet. The brunette licked her lips, swallowed nervously, then lowered her head.
As if timed in advance, Jack's head penetrated Janet's body just as Janet's tongue touched Sam's clit. All three gasped in surprise, all three groped for a touch. One of Sam's hands went to Janet's head, threading brunette hair through her fingers and holding her tight. Jack's hand went for Janet's breast. Janet reached up and mimicked the move with Sam's. Jack eased his way into Janet's tight body, gritting his teeth and keeping his eyes locked on Sam's breasts. She was lovely; a beautiful woman, laying nude on his couch, being eaten by another beautiful woman. He thrust his hips forward and brought both hands back to Janet's ass.
Janet pressed her tongue forward, intoxicated by the scent of Sam's crotch, her nose buried in the soft, downy, blonde hair. She lapped at the blonde, she sucked on the blonde, she swirled her tongue through the blonde's pussy, groaning when she thought about - really thought about - what she was doing. She pulled back, looking up into Sam's blue eyes, licking her lips. Sam groaned and began to touch herself, making up for Janet's absence.
Janet looked down, enthralled, watching three of Sam's slender fingers disappear beyond pink folds. She turned, watching as Jack (who was still wearing his shirt from the party earlier) thrust into her. She closed her eyes, lowering her head and nuzzling Sam's thigh. She felt something against her lips and instinctively parted them, allowing the intruder in. Seconds later, she was sucking on Sam's moist fingers, tasting the sweetness from the hand of her lover. She groaned and reached up, holding the hand in place until she was finished. When Sam's hand fell from Janet's lips, the brunette head lowered once more and opened wide for a second helping.
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Sam lay beneath both of her lovers, her tongue deep inside of Janet, her pussy filled with Jack's thrusting cock... Above her, unseen by her, the two were caressing, kissing, touching, exploring each other as thoroughly as they had her. But she didn't care about that. Her entire world consisted of the twin thighs enclosing her head and the seven inches of meat filling her up.
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Jack was absent, resting, asleep on the couch, while Janet and Sam took advantage of his bed. When he woke, refreshed, slightly hungover and ready for another bout, he stumbled into the bedroom and threw back the covers from the two women. Smiling down at their moist smiles, brushing a kiss over their lips, he climbed onto the mattress and joined them once more.
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The hot water helped, pelting Janet's face as the sponge was swept over her back. She stood in the stall, drenched, her fingertips and toes pruning from the constant barrage of water, but she wasn't about to leave the comfort of the shower. Not as long as Sam was on her knees in front of her. Not so long as Sam's tongue kept doing what it was doing. So Jack's shower would be a little cold. It'd probably be for the better...
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"Mm, it's okay..." Janet whispered. "Just go slow."
Jack caressed his lover's back, running his hands down the line of her spine as he penetrated her in a brand-new way for both of them. Sam was guiding them, easing Jack's hips forward from her position behind him. The black strap around her waist was new, as was the length of rubber within Jack. Once he was in position, Sam kissed his shoulder and touched Janet's hip. "We'll start slow, baby... I promise, you're going to love this."
With a final kiss to Jack's lips, Sam began to thrust, guiding all three of their movements.
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Sam on Janet. Jack in Sam. Sam and Janet alone, Jack watching. Sam and Jack alone. Jack and Janet alone. By the time the weekend was out, they'd done it all. They'd tried every permutation (and they trusted Sam on that angle), they'd experienced every twist possible. Their hangovers had long since vanished into the ether, their excuses for what had happened all forgotten. When Jack finally called a truce and Sam and Janet both agreed that it was time to head home, they all laid in bed together for a long time, staring at the ceiling.
"It was a..."
"Nice weekend," Sam said, finishing Janet's sentiment.
Jack exhaled sharply. "What the hell makes a *great* weekend for you ladies?"
Janet giggled and rolled onto her stomach, kissing Sam's shoulder. "I think we need to address the question we've... well, *I've* been avoiding all weekend." She bit her bottom lip and looked down at the sheets. "Will this happen again?"
Sam and Jack looked at each other, then looked at Janet. Sam touched her friend's hand and said, "I sincerely hope so."
"Me too," Jack admitted. He shrugged and added, "Of course, I get a lot more out of this than either of you..." He kissed Sam softly before turning and repeating the move on Janet. He watched Sam and Janet kiss, feeling a stirring that made him wonder if he was really as old as he thought. Sam let Jack and Janet kiss as she pulled the blankets back up... home would still be there in an hour.