Chapter 7 – The Hot Tub
Submitted to Allurestorm by Kenneth Pierce
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I awoke to the soft patter of raindrops against the cabin roof. Snuggling up against me was Elizabeth, her breathing peaceful and her bare breasts warm against my side. Though the bed sheet covered our bodies, it had drifted down just far enough to expose a hint of Liz’s voluminous, silky smooth cleavage. The silver light of the morning diffused through our curtains and cast a soft glow across the bed. She looked radiant, like something out of a renaissance painting.
Much as I wanted to stay in that position forever, enjoying the presence of Liz’s body, I had thrown down enough alcohol the previous night to necessitate a prompt trip to the bathroom. I untangled my legs from between hers and snuck out of bed as delicately as possible. She didn’t wake up, just made an adorable little mewing noise.
A minute later, as I gently slid back into bed with her, Liz finally blinked awake. For a long, happy while she just smiled at me, until a sudden, unprovoked case of modesty colored her cheeks. Giggling nervously, she rolled out of bed, hiding her huge tits with nothing but her petite hands. She urged me to look away, but I patently refused.
She hurriedly threw on her Hello Kitty bathrobe and cinched the belt.
“So,” she whispered awkwardly, “I’m gonna—gonna—“
Her eyes locked onto my obvious erection standing up beneath the bed sheet.
“Gonna take a shower,” she finally finished, then she vanished into the bathroom and locked the door.
I took a deep breath, unable to retire the erotic memories of the night before. My fingers dropped lazily to my shaft, gently touching myself through the sheet as I replayed the events over and over again. By the time I heard the shower switch off, I was beginning to sweat with arousal.
Elizabeth stepped back into the room wearing her hair up in a towel. Her damp, naked body was covered with nothing but that same Hello Kitty Bathrobe. The hot water clinging to her skin turned to steam in the cold morning air. The look I gave her was unmistakable.
“Oh no you don’t,” she laughed, “I just got cleaned up, you need to put some pants on, Mister.”
Nothing was further from my mind. I pulled aside the sheet covering my nudity and stalked across the bedroom towards her, my hard, hot cock leading the way. Elizabeth’s smile evaporated, and she blushed anxiously at my approach.
She was nervous; not sure what she wanted. Last night, we had been drinking, and our inhibitions were down, but now we were totally sober, and she was free to overthink the situation into the next decade. Elizabeth even opened her mouth to protest, but as I wrapped my arms around her curvaceous body and pulled her in for a kiss, her eyes glazed over and the words went unspoken.
We melted into each other’s lust, tongues dancing excitedly. Her teeth nipped at my lower lip, prompting my naked hips to buck hungrily against her robe. I pulled the towel from her hair and cast it aside, letting those long, wet tresses cascade down her slender shoulders.
Keeping my lips pressed fiercely against hers, I reached between us and slyly unfastened her belt. Then, with a single, sudden movement, I yanked open her robe and pressed my naked body against hers.
Liz let out a surprised gasp that immediately turned into an excited moan as she felt the thick head of my penis touching her bare stomach. I luxuriated in the feel of her warm, damp body and the soft, full breasts mashing against me.
I dropped to my knees, grabbing a quick handful of her butt before proceeding to slide my tongue up the insides of her smooth thighs. My teasing must have gone on for too long, because Elizabeth grabbed me by the hair and impatiently pulled my face up into her scorching hot slit.
“Aw, yeah! Aw, yeah…” she panted, her words husky as they tumbled out.
I looked her in the eye as my tongue finally penetrated her cunt.
The fingers in my hair clenched tight, and her breathing grew frantic. My gaze dropped to Liz’s mouthwatering breasts, heaving and bouncing with every exhalation. I reached up and grabbed hold of them, giving each one a satisfying squeeze.
As my tongue spiraled ever closer to her clit, Liz rocked on weakening knees, dizzy and off-balance. She leaned forward, crushing her huge ripe tits against my palms. I moaned loudly into her cunt, utterly intoxicated by the scent and the wetness splashing against my cheeks. My thumbs and forefingers found my lover’s happy, gumdrop shaped nipples and gently squeezed—
A mini-orgasm rippled through her body.
I let her ride out the sensation, then I pulled my mouth away from her crotch and ordered her onto the bed for some more.
“You mean you’re not done?”
“Hell no, I’m not done. That was way too fast, I want to do this properly.”
Elated, Liz flopped onto her back, those breasts bouncing crazily upon impact. I scooted comfortably between her legs and set in for the long haul, gently and teasingly playing my tongue across her most intimate regions. She grabbed up handfuls of the bed sheet and whimpered noisily, clearly not caring if anyone could hear us.
Secretly, I hoped that our neighbors were listening in. I imagined Stephanie and Simon rousing from their naked slumber, following the sounds of Elizabeth’s pleasure until they were standing behind the bathroom door, spying on us through the slats just as we had spied on them the previous night.
The thought spurned me on, and I slowly walked two of my fingers up Liz’s left leg and slid them into her cunt. As I pushed forward, I crossed those fingers one on top of the other to create a new and exciting shape inside of her, then rolled my wrist back and forth, twisting that shape while I heartily licked at every sensitive millimeter.
Her moans of pleasure became staggered and incoherent, and I sensed it was finally time to give the girl some relief. I dragged my tongue upwards and bathed her poor, desperate clit in loving attention. Below, my twisting fingers uncrossed and began pumping into her, simulating sex with rhythmic, powerful thrusting.
Going down on Liz was driving me wild as well. My hardness throbbed painfully between my legs, furious about being left out of the action.
“Don’t stop!” she screamed, as if I would ever dream of doing such a thing. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t—“
She arched her back, tossing those beautiful tits up towards the ceiling as her breath seized for a few, blissful seconds—
Elizabeth purred out a long, satisfied sigh. I continued to tongue her pussy for a couple minutes after, enjoying the hell out of the little orgasm-aftershocks she kept having.
Finally spent, she moved away from me and propped herself up on her elbows—causing the two ample endowments on her chest to sway in a manner I found most inviting. I wanted her so badly I couldn’t believe it.
“That was—mmm… I missed that.”
I beamed at the compliment.
“Should I do you, now?” she asked.
I kept eying her enormous rack as I slowly shook my head back and forth, literally stammering with desire: “A-Actually, Liz—“
Anticipating what I was going to say, she turned deep red—suddenly embarrassed—and blurted out, “I’m not on the pill! I’m sorry, I just—my mom doesn’t want—“
The smile on my face shut her mouth.
“You don’t need to worry, Liz. I wasn’t gonna suggest that. I would just really like to fuck your tits again. If that’s okay with you.”
A wave of relief washed over her. Her smile was adorable.
“Of course!”
She quickly hopped off the bed and ran naked across the room to retrieve a bottle of lotion from her suitcase. As she crawled back into bed beside me, Liz handed the lotion to me, thrusting her chest out for emphasis:
“Would you care to do the honors?”
I would indeed. Liz reclined comfortably on her back and I straddled her chest, her eyes twinkling proudly at the sight of my uncontrollable desire. Her hands pressed up against the sides of those bountiful jugs and squeezed them together, creating an awe-inspiring monument to cleavage.
My cock gave a little jump in anticipation of what was about to happen. I scooted forwards along her body, my balls dragging across the smooth skin of her belly as I inched towards my goal. Just as my cock was about to penetrate the bottom of Elizabeth’s rack, I held back, taking a moment to savor the reality of the situation.
I squirted a handful of the vanilla-scented lotion into my hands and spread it liberally across the soft flesh of her tits until they were slick as a soaped-up slip n’ slide. I lubed up my cock with the stuff, too, for extra fun.
Then I scooted forward, the tip of my penis rubbing up against the pillowy undersides of her breasts. I felt my resolve waning.
Liz bit her lip in anticipation. I could wait no longer.
Groaning, I pushed my hips forward and slid my impossibly hard dick between her impossibly soft breasts. Elizabeth never stopped smiling as I thrust harder and harder into her tits. The view was incredible: those huge, ripe pillows bouncing hypnotically as they crashed against my pelvis, each impact sending shocks of pleasure directly to my shaft.
I knew I would not be able to endure this new sensation for very long. Elizabeth was just way too fucking hot. Her face was beautiful and her tits were spectacular.
In a daze, I fell forward onto my hands and looked back, watched the upside-down image of my penis bursting into view through the top of Liz’s cleavage.
Eager for more to do, Elizabeth lifted her head up towards my abdomen and sensually licked the sensitive area beneath my naval. As my climax approached, she upped the intensity, slathering hot saliva across my skin—
“I’m gonna come!” I screamed.
Her boobs bounced wildly all along my cock.
“I’m gonna come! Ahh!”
Elizabeth mashed her tits together—
I came, powerfully blasting my load up against the bottom of her chin. Warm, sticky streams dribbled down my lover’s neck and settled in the valley between her breasts. She giggled at the odd sensation.
“Guess I need to take another shower, now.”
I gratefully kissed her forehead.
“I’ll help.”
Our naked bodies had to squeeze together just to fit in the closet-sized shower. After Elizabeth had gently soaped up my cock, and I’d made sure her breasts were sparkling clean, she pulled me close and we kissed beneath the steaming spray. After only a few minutes, my renewed hardness rubbed against the hot skin of her belly, and the slipperiness of her soapy tits flopped against my chest. I wanted to fuck her so badly—
But an even more powerful desire overwhelmed that one: I just wanted us to keep kissing.
So we did. We kissed until the water ran cold.
Leaving that bedroom was like crossing a firing range. Any hopes we had harbored that the others hadn’t heard our earth-shaking orgasms were dashed to pieces the second we opened the door and heard the cheering. Not only had we been obnoxiously loud, we had also been the first two people up that morning. Our moaning had literally woken every other person in the cabin.
We fielded a merciless barrage of good-natured teasing. Oddly enough, it actually seemed like our friends had been rooting for Elizabeth and I to hook up, which frankly mystified both of us. I’d screwed around with practically every girl there, but our friends had never before made such a big deal about it.
Only Amy gave us a free pass, and that was just because she was so focused on surviving her hangover.
Poor Amy. The girl really went through hell that morning. She spent hours hugging the toilet, still dressed in Stephanie’s oversized underwear from the night before. We all took turns sitting on the floor beside her for company, administering a metric ton of drinking water for medicinal purposes.
When my turn came to play nurse, Amy seemed especially mortified. She protested that she didn’t like the idea of a boy seeing her when she looked “not awesome” (her words), but I reminded Amy that she and I had hung out together plenty of times after our runs, when she was covered in sweat and B.O. If I could handle her smelling “not awesome,” I could easily forgive the fact that her eyes were a bit puffy and her skin was a tad pale.
My sexy redhead friend, usually so full of self-confidence, draped a pitiably weak arm across my shoulder and swore off alcohol forever. For the record, that lasted about two months.
When she was finally starting to feel a bit better, Amy leaned into my ear and whispered “So, what went down with you and Lizzie this morning?”
I blushed a bit. “What, you want details or something?”
“Hell yes, I want details. All Liz was willing to tell me was, ‘it was nice.’ You didn’t fuck her, did you? She’s not on the pill.”
“No, I didn’t fuck her. We messed around in bed for a while and then we took a shower together. And she was right, it was nice.”
Amy gave me a congratulatory pat on the back. “Bet you guys had all kinds of fun in that shower. What’d you do?”
“We kissed.”
“And what else?”
I frowned at her. “And we got clean. We kissed and we got clean.”
Amy recoiled from me, surprised and intrigued by this development. I didn’t understand what the big deal was and I told her as much.
“You just kissed? That was all? You guys were in there for like five days. You didn’t go down on each other, or give each other hand jobs, or anything? Were you just spent or something?”
I shrugged. “No, we were both pretty turned on. We just wanted to kiss, I don’t see what’s so weird. People kiss.”
An impish grin crossed Amy’s face and she chuckled, still weak from all the alcohol. She pointed an accusing finger at my nose and chided, “You’re falling for her.”
“What? It’s Liz, we’re friends. I’ve screwed around with everybody, now. Well, everybody except… you-know-who.”
The memory of Corrine tasted bitter in our minds, so I quickly pushed past it. “I like Liz a lot, but it’s not like we’re a couple or something.”
Amy frowned at me, “If it was me in that shower with you, instead of Liz, you’re saying that all we would have done is kissed? Come on! You’d have been inside me in less than a minute. Friends-with-benefits don’t take a long, hot, soapy shower together and just kiss. That’s something else entirely.”
She was right. Or at least partially right. I had always lusted after Elizabeth, just as I’d lusted after all my beautiful friends, but there was something about what had happened between us that morning that was twisting me up. Sure, I was happy—damn, I was giddy—but that wasn’t it. Giddy, I could handle.
No, there was also another, stranger sensation that I didn’t recognize at all. Fantastic, thrilling, and terrifying all at once, like the universe had suddenly taken the training wheels off my bike and pushed me down a hill. Like some phantom hand had reached inside me and made a fist.
It scared the shit out of me.
“Sucks for me,” Amy whined, scurrying back over to the toilet. “No parents around for a whole week, and the only two guys here both have girlfriends. I’m not gonna get laid ONCE.”
“Amy, Liz is not my girlfriend. I don’t know what she and I are, exactly, but we aren’t that. Not yet, anyway. Not until we decide we are.”
A short while later, Stephanie relieved me of my post at Amy’s side, and I sought out Elizabeth to discuss what was happening. I could see in her big, green eyes that she was just as confused as I was.
Even though it had been me who had said I wanted to talk, I was at a complete loss as for where to begin. We took a walk outside, in the rain, huddling beneath our umbrella for a surreal forty-five minutes, during which time neither of us said a word.
Finally, just as we were almost back at the cabin I blurted out, “Are we a couple now?”
“I don’t know. Everybody’s acting like we are and it’s kind of pissing me off.”
I nodded in agreement. “I feel the same way, but I’ve gotta admit, I really, really liked making out with you this morning.”
“Me too.”
I reached to take her hand in mine, but she pulled it away from my grasp.
“I just don’t know if I want a boyfriend right now. Not a serious one. And if I was with you, it would be serious. It would have to be. And I don’t want that weighing on me when we go away to college.”
There it was. College. The looming apocalypse that promised to annihilate every high school relationship, no matter how blissful. It was just four months away. We’d all stopped talking about it because it was so damn depressing, but Liz had a point: Did I really want to let myself fall for her, only for us to be ripped apart against our will?
Deep down, I knew there was no way I would be able to hang onto Liz as my girlfriend while she was away at college. She was unbelievably gorgeous, and there was sure to be an army of studly young guys wooing her, day and night. I wouldn’t be around to deter them. We wouldn’t even be in the same state.
I frowned, “So, what do you want to do?”
“Let’s just keep being friends, I guess.”
I nodded, she hugged me, and we both let out a huge sigh of relief. I felt a tremendous weight lifted from my shoulders, yet at the same time I couldn’t shake the notion that I had just discarded something I wasn’t supposed to. Like I had just gone back in time and changed the future from its proper path.
A few hours later, Rachel pointed out how odd it was that two whole days had gone by without us taking advantage of her parents’ hot tub, so we all changed into our bathing suits and relaxed beneath the warm, bubbling water. On any other day, I would have been bug-eyed when my gorgeous friends paraded out in their colorful bikinis, but my morning with Elizabeth had left me so confused that the sight of all that voluptuous female flesh just put me in a funk.
I was still rock hard beneath my trunks, however. There was no stopping that.
Liz walked out wrapped in a towel, which she quickly discarded and slipped beneath the concealment of the water–suddenly bereft of all the sexy self-assuredness she had shown the night before. I expected her to sit next to me, but for some reason Liz chose instead to plant herself down on the opposite side of the tub, next to Simon and Stephanie. The move did not go unnoticed by our friends, though everyone was too polite to say anything.
I looked over at Simon, who, unlike me, had not had a confusing morning at all. He had finally screwed around with his hot girlfriend, and now he was getting to see more exposed skin than he ever had in his life. The guy was probably the happiest and horniest he’d ever been.
How come it couldn’t be like that for me? Simon had glided in effortlessly into our group, snagged a hot girlfriend—MY hot girlfriend—and then he got to enjoy the company of her awesome, gorgeous friends. I, on the other hand, had been buddies with everyone for so long that things got weird any time we crossed the “friend” line.
The girls were all predictably flirty and teasing toward us boys, but while Simon lapped it all up, I just sunk into a deeper and deeper funk. Liz acted weirdly distant towards me, forcing herself to flirt with Simon, instead—innocently letting her gigantic tits bump up against his arm from time to time while we all joked.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I excused myself under the auspices of having a headache, leaving the sounds off splashing and giggling behind as I walked inside. I collapsed onto my bed and threw an arm over my eyes to block out the daylight.
A moment later I heard the bedroom door open. I sat up and spun to see Elizabeth walking towards me, still dripping with water from the hot tub. She was so gorgeous it hurt just looking at her. Her expression was dead serious as she locked the door behind her, then untied her striped bikini top and let it fall to the floor. I opened my mouth in confusion–
“Wha—?”
She silenced me with a finger to her lips and crossed the space between us, her breasts heaving, her dark, delicious nipples pointing right at me. As soon as she reached the bed she threw herself on top of me, the flesh of her tits clapping audibly upon impact with my chest.
Elizabeth attacked me with kisses, totally on fire. She lowered her mouth to my neck, tonguing the sensitive skin of my collarbone. I was flabbergasted, totally confused as to what she was doing or why–but I couldn’t manage to croak out a single word.
Then her hand slid beneath my waistband, and any concerns I had flew out the window. Soft fingers encircled my rigid shaft and began pumping. She slid down the bed as she jacked me off, dragging both her tongue and the fullness of her breasts across my chest.
Two wonderfully erect nipples tickled my skin as they trailed down my belly.
Then, with a gentle tug, my suit was around my ankles and my friend’s mouth had enveloped my penis. I threw back my head and moaned in gratitude, quickly drowning in my own pleasure.
Liz scooted her hands underneath me and grabbed hold of my ass, squeezing and groping. Her breasts splashed against my thighs each time she lowered her lips down my cock—
It was so fast, so unexpected, so intense—I wasn’t prepared. Before I even realized what was happening, I was coming in Liz’s mouth, moaning uncontrollably throughout the entirety my orgasm.
By the time I recovered, Liz had already retied her bikini top and was laying in bed beside me.
“Us being ‘friends’ doesn’t mean I don’t still care about you,” she whispered to me. “And it doesn’t mean I’m not still attracted to you.”
“But you were acting so weird in the hot tub just now. And you were all over Simon.”
“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I was just trying to make it so things between us weren’t such a big deal. Come on, you know I’m not gonna do anything with Simon, he’s dating my best friend.”
This sucked. The feelings I had were way too difficult and way too complicated for me to make sense of. After a long, painful moment of silence, I let out a resigned sigh:
“Don’t worry. I’m over all this. I’m over the heartache, I’m over the mixed messages, and I’m over getting myself tangled up in a neurotic mess every time I get an erection. No more. You guys are my friends, and that’s it. It’s simple. You’re all hot, and I’m a guy, and therefore I want to have sex with you. Biology 101. From here on out, we’ll just keep things fun, okay? I’ll just wait until college before I start looking for a serious girlfriend.”
My little rant caught Liz off guard—she wasn’t expecting to suddenly find herself on the other side of the argument. She agreed with me, though I detected a touch of sadness in her voice. We both returned to the hot tub and spent the rest of the day relaxing.
Come dinnertime, the phone rang. I had wanted my parents to give me complete autonomy over the week—I was legally an adult, after all—but they insisted that as long as I was living under their roof, they were still going to worry about me. Before I’d left for the cabin, we reached a compromise where they would only call to check up on me two times during the week.
I guess it could have been worse. Liz’s mom called her two times every day.
With a roll of my eyes, I picked up the phone and quickly assured my folks that everything was fine and that, no, nobody had died.
“Thank you honey,” my mom answered, “glad to hear it.”
We talked for another five minutes, then I went to hang up the receiver—
“Oh, honey? Your friend Corrine called.”
“I told you mom, she and I aren’t really friends, anymore.”
“I know, sweetie, but she sounded so upset over the phone. She was crying, and she kept saying to tell you how sorry she was. She’s called about fifteen times, it feels like. I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but you shouldn’t stay mad at your friends. Even if it’s their fault.”
A knot formed in my throat. Corrine was crying? What had happened to her? I realized, to my chagrin, that I still cared about the girl. Knowing what a shitty boyfriend she had, I could only imagine what kind of trouble she was in.
“Thanks, mom.”
Without even pausing to consider what I was doing, I hung up and dialed Corrine.
“Hello?” The voice at the other end was raspy and strained, as though it was coming off the end of a long crying session. It had been maybe two weeks since I’d heard her voice (I mean really heard her voice, not just in class), but it felt like years.
“It’s me.”
For a long while, all I could hear was her breathing. Finally, she whispered, “Can I see you?”
“Corry, I’m two hours away, in the mountains. None of us are coming back until next week.”
“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t know. I just wanted to—I need to apologize to everyone. Especially to you. I didn’t mean to interrupt your vacation. Could we talk when you get back?”
“Yeah, we can talk. You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m okay, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I sighed, somewhat relieved by her answer. Still, the pain in her voice was unmistakable. It broke my heart.
“Okay,” I finally answered, “take care.”
“Ian? Thank you for calling me back. I would have understood if you didn’t.”
I snarled at the phone, trying to stay proud and angry but knowing full well that I had already forgiven her.
“Corry? I’ll be there in two hours.”
I hung up before she had a chance to respond.
I don’t remember what I told my friends in the cabin as I grabbed my car keys and headed for the door, but they could see how important it was to me and nobody breathed a word to keep me from going.
The rainstorm that was blanketing all of California that spring was particularly mean in the dark. I drove faster than was safe, but I reasoned that my brain was feeling extra alert and focused.
Still, being alert and focused won’t stop you from hydroplaning, and after one blind curve, I couldn’t stop myself from rear-ending the stalled truck in front of me.
Luckily, nobody was hurt (well, nobody except my poor minivan. The grill and bumper looked like a crinkled gum wrapper). The other driver was actually pretty reasonable about the whole thing when I explained that there was a girl involved. He took my information down and we both went on our way.
I pulled up in front of Corrine’s house an hour later, less concerned about my recent car accident than I was about confronting my estranged friend. She answered the door, utterly disbelieving that I was actually there.
“You drove all the way back? Just like that?”
I nodded, heart racing in my chest. Then she saw my mangled car parked on the street.
“Oh my God, Ian! What happened?!”
“I, uh—I rear-ended a guy on the way here. It’s no big deal. It’s still drivable, and the headlights work, and—uh—nevermind.”
Corrine’s beautiful blue eyes turned wet with worry, and she spun to shout to her dad that she was heading out for the night.
We took her car.
“Do you need to see a doctor?” she demanded.
“No—look, I’m fine, I promise.”
“Ian, I am so sorry about your car.”
“I didn’t drive down here to talk about my car.”
We passed under a streetlight, and I couldn’t help but smile when it illuminated her at my side: she was such a goddamn knockout. No makeup, no jewelry, blonde hair up in a simple bun, she was still the hottest girl I had ever seen. She had on a burgundy, flowy strapless dress that showed off her slender shoulders and teased at the unbelievable curves beneath. I could only imagine how hard it must have been for a girl of Corrine’s proportions to find a functional strapless bra to go with it.
We had no destination in mind, we just needed a few minutes to get used to being around each other again. I could sense that, whatever Corrine wanted to say to me, it wasn’t gonna be easy for her.
She finally pulled over near the beach—the same beach where we had filmed her first scene for that stupid werewolf movie back in October. She looked surprised when she realized she had driven us there, leading me to believe it had been entirely subconscious on her part. I couldn’t help but think that this beach meant the same thing to her that it did to me: it represented the moment that she and I became friends. If that unlikely moment—that miracle—hadn’t happened, our senior years would have both been very different.
Rain hammered the windshield, casting strange, fluid shadows across the two of us as we sat there. Finally, shamefully, she muttered, “I had sex with Steve.”
It was the last thing I wanted to hear. My insides boiled.
I didn’t respond, so she just continued, “It was two nights ago, when you all left for Spring Break without me. I was angry, and lost, and I thought it would make me feel better.”
“Did it?” I spat out. Her head drooped, eyes avoiding mine.
“No. It was awful. He acted like I wasn’t even there. Like I was just a toy for him to play with. I broke up with him the next morning.”
Tears were running down her cheeks, now, but I couldn’t bring myself to comfort her. There was still an invisible wall between us. Corrine managed to lift her head and meet my eyes as she choked out words:
“I am sorry for all the horrible things I said to you, Ian. And I’m so, so sorry about, you know, about what I did.”
“You mean, when you tried to blow me as practice for your boyfriend?!”
“I didn’t mean to humiliate you.”
“Well you did! You can’t even imagine how humiliating that was.”
Her eyes met mine, and in a flash I realized that she could do better than just imagine it. She could remember it. Thanks to Steve’s bungled, selfish lovemaking, Corrine knew exactly how she had made me feel.
“I was lost,” she pleaded, “All you guys were getting these college acceptance letters and going off to have these amazing lives. Well, how about me? I’ve got nothing waiting for me once I graduate. What’s my future look like? All I had–ALL I had—was you guys. And you’re all leaving me behind.”
Something in her voice made me snap. Furious, I opened the door and got out of the car. Corrine hurried out after me, through the darkness and the rain, our feet splashing across the grassy area overlooking the beach.
“Ian, wait!”
I spun, grabbing her firmly by the shoulders, and met her eyes:
“None of us are leaving you behind, Corry! Stop feeling sorry for yourself! We’re just starting the next chapter of our lives. News flash: All friendships end, eventually. Whether by death or by distance. That doesn’t mean this isn’t worth holding onto as long as we can. We should all be enjoying every second we have left together, not grumbling about the future. But you? You decided it would be easier to just burn every bridge and be done with it!”
I was shouting now, and each successive word shrunk my tall, intimidating, “Viking” friend into a smaller and smaller huddle in front of me. The world around us was lost to the darkness. There was no moon, no streetlights, no stars. They didn’t exist. We could only see each other, illuminated by the headlights of her beat-up old Volkswagon.
“I just wanted someone in my life who would still be there when summer came to an end. I didn’t want it to be like this.”
“Well, what do you want, Corry?”
“I want things to be like they were! I want my friends back. I want you back.” Her head fell against my shoulder, sobbing incoherently. “And-and I want to be a virgin again. But since that’s not gonna happen… Can you at least just forgive me?”
We were both soaked to the bone. My stomach twisted, my jaw muscles clenched, and I finally exploded, angrily shouting, “Of course I forgive you!” I let out a long, tired sigh. Saying those words had exhausted me. “You’re my best friend, Corry. You don’t even have to ask.”
Then she kissed me.
I felt a fire in my chest as we collapsed together onto the wet grass, oblivious to the merciless rain hammering down on us. Our bodies locked together, writhing on the ground as we kissed, desperate for each other’s lips. Ravenous for each other’s bodies.
My hands clasped against the small of her back, sensing the warmth of her skin through the cold wet dress. Before I realized it, I was holding onto her bare thighs, then impatiently moving my fingers up, beneath her dress, groping the firmness of her ass through her flimsy, rain-soaked underwear.
She pulled me tightly against her body, still crying as she covered my face in kisses. She grabbed two great handfuls of my shirt and yanked it over my head, happily running her hands up and down my naked chest, reassuring herself that I was really there.
I rolled over, pinning her voluptuous body beneath me as I brought my mouth down onto her shoulder. Thick, cold raindrops whipped down at the skin of my back—but no amount of bad weather was going to keep us apart. Not now.
The thin fabric of her dress was plastered to the shape of her body, and when my view finally dropped from her beautiful face to the thrust of her breasts, I could feel myself panting in anticipation. Between the rain and the passion of our kissing, her neckline had dragged down low enough to expose a positively indecent amount of cleavage. Wet material dipped down between her tits, clinging to her skin.
The reality of it was almost scary. After all these months of maddening, uncontrollable desire, I would actually be holding those breasts in my hands. For a brief moment, I froze up—
Then Corrine took my hand and planted it firmly on her chest. I met her eyes, and squeezed.
Heaven. I had never in my life desired anything so much as I desired Corrine’s body. Her golden hair, her glowing skin, her slender waist, her long, shapely legs, her smooth, sexy ass… And, above all else, those breasts.
I squeezed and squeezed through her bra, kissing the warm, exposed cleavage above. She lifted her head up off the grass to watch me work—getting even more aroused by the sight of how happy she was making me.
“Been waiting a long time for that,” she cooed, “haven’t you?”
In response, I darted a finger underneath the cup of her bra and lightly flicked it across a plump, juicy nipple.
Slowly, her hands drifted down to my belt, which she quietly unbuckled. My zipper came next, and then I felt the rain stinging my legs as she pulled my jeans down past my knees. I froze, unable to take my eyes off her hand as it searched for the fly on my boxers—then reached inside, stealing my breath as she grasped my hot, iron hardness.
My dizzy head dropped to the soft cushion of her bosom, panting and groaning from her touch until I was longer and thicker than I’d ever been in my life. The confinement of my boxers became too much to bare, so I yanked them down and let my cock spring free into the night air for Corrine to fondle.
She lifted and spread her knees beneath me, the motion hiking her dress up above her hips and revealing the adorable white panties she had on: lace fabric cut into the shape of butterfly wings.
The rest of my body froze in place as I dropped my hips down and pushed my naked cock against her, feeling the scalding heat of her cunt burning through the diaphanous layer of wet lace.
“Mmm…” Corrine moaned.
I slowly screwed my hips, dragging the firmness of my penis across her panties. The stimulation drove Corrine crazy, and I watched with satisfaction as she arched her back in pleasure, unconsciously swatting at the ground with her hands in building ecstasy.
A deep, guttural groan escaped her lips, and then Corrine’s eyes were suddenly locked onto me with laser focus. She clamped her thighs around me, holding my cock in place against her body as she rolled us over, until it was my back splashing against the grass and her body being pummeled by the rain.
She leaned back, her hips undulating uncontrollably against mine. Her half-lidded eyes fluttered in pleasure, and one of her hands immediately went to the mound of her own breast, squeezing it through the fabric of her bra.
With her other hand, Corrine reached down in the space between us and grabbed hold of my cock again, grazing the tip back and forth across her butterfly panties. Through the brevity of the lace, I could feel not only her heat, but the exact shape of her enflamed lips rubbing against me.
Somehow, I was still cogent enough to search out the zipper on the side of her dress. As I slid it down, her dress crumpled to a halo at her waist–and I was rewarded with a view of the heavy-duty strapless bra struggling to support her huge, natural tits.
Raindrops showered down upon acres of exposed cleavage, glittering as they refracted the headlights from Corry’s car. Our eyes met one final time before Corrine reached down to the crotch of her delicate panties and pulled them aside to allow my desperate hardness access to her willing cunt.
I knew this was only her second time having sex, so I let Corrine go at her own pace as she fed the tip of my cock up inside her folds. Inch by inch, she took me, her blue eyes growing brighter and happier the deeper I went. When I disappeared completely and our bodies met, the sheer joy of it brought tears to her eyes.
We sat there for a moment, unmoving, relishing the feeling of being joined together for the first time.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Then we went at it like wild animals.
The pounding rain just urged us onwards, like the cracking of a whip, until we were both screaming with delight.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” Corrine shuddered, slamming her hips down against mine.
She arched her back—thrusting out her chest—and reached both hands behind to release the catch on her strapless bra. I fucked her even harder, the expectation growing unbearable. I was about to see her tits, finally revealed in all their naked glory…
After what felt like an eternity, Corrine slipped the catch and cast the awful, constricting garment away into the darkness. The enormity of her breasts exploded into view, inches from my face.
They bounced out of control, a blur before my eyes. My hands quickly grabbed hold of them, greedily groping like there was no tomorrow.
Corrine closed her eyes and a smile crossed her lips—she knew the effect those things had on me. We were so far past the point of foreplay, I didn’t even bother being gentle with her. I rubbed and pulled at her thick pink nipples while she screamed my name.
I licked a spiral around her breast, teasing and taunting, drawing it to full attention before clamping my lips over it and smothering the thick, pink nub with the meat of my tongue.
She fell forward into me, pressing her breasts down onto my face as I suckled. Her fingers snatched at handfuls of the wet grass beneath us. I switched my mouth to her other tit, surprising the poor girl by going right for her nipple, this time.
I thrust harder and harder into the inferno between her legs. She shoved her hips back down onto me with desperate abandon, grinding her clit against my pelvis.
We were on fire, throwing everything we had at each other. I was getting light-headed; could scarcely catch my breath. God, she’s tight!
“You’re my best friend, Ian,” she managed between breaths, “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
I could see she was right on the edge, saw the serenity in her eyes, knowing it would all be over soon. I let her breast fall from my mouth and I answered, “You’re mine, too.”
Then she came, screaming into the night sky. Bucking her hips like a madwoman. I could feel her whole body shaking against me, and it was too much to bear: the screaming, the shaking, the softness of her body…
But mostly, it was the anticipation. Months of daily teasing and nightly fantasies, building and building upon each other until I thought I was losing my mind. I had felt like nothing without Corrine, and now, inside her, I felt like everything.
She fell limp atop my body, spilling the entirety of her cleavage across my face. Her high-pitched, post-orgasmic whimpering filled my ears as I continued to thrust myself up into her—
I grabbed her ass with both hands and erupted, showering her heated core with my own white lava.
In the aftermath, as we lay together on the grass, Corrine kept caressing my face and muttering “Thank you,” over and over.
“Corrine? Do you have any idea how long or how badly I’ve wanted to do that?”
She giggled and gave a cute nod of her head. Then she turned serious for a moment, like she wanted to say something but was too embarrassed. I told her to just come out with it, and she whispered, “Can we say that this was my first time, even though it wasn’t? Can we say this was how I lost my virginity? With you?”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her reassuringly. “This was your first time. Whatever happened between you and Steve the other night didn’t count.”
That made her so happy she started crying again.
It took us forever to find her bra. Corrine hadn’t thrown it far, but it was pitch black on that beach, and we spent a good fifteen minutes crawling around on our hands and knees in the pouring rain, blindly groping at the grass before I stumbled onto the damn thing.
On the way back to her house, I told Corrine that I wanted her to come back to Rachel’s cabin with me, to be with the rest of us for the week.
“But I wasn’t invited,” she protested. “And everyone hates me right now.”
“I’M inviting you. And everyone will forgive you. It’s not the same without you, not for any of us.”
I could see that the prospect of facing her angry friends scared the shit out of the girl, but she bravely nodded her assent. She told her family what was up, grabbed a few days’ worth of clothes, and rejoined me at my mangled van. She had stealthily borrowed a dry shirt and pants from her older brother for me to wear—which were comfortable enough, despite looking clownish on me (Corrine’s brother was six foot five).
The rain wasn’t nearly as bad on the way back as it had been earlier that night. Regardless, an hour into the drive, I pulled us over onto the side of the highway and shepherded my passenger into the back of the minivan—where she straddled me reverse-cowgirl and we fucked again, just so that I’d be clear-headed enough to drive safely, without constantly staring at her tits. It sort of worked. At least I didn’t get in another accident.
She asked me if I wanted her to be my girlfriend now, and when I answered “No,” she was tremendously relieved, if not a little surprised.
“I love you, Ian, I really do. So much. But I don’t think of you as a boyfriend, either. Please don’t take that the wrong way.”
And I didn’t. Corrine was an important part of my life, and I an important part of hers, but there was no romance between us. Never had been. There had been passion, and plenty of lust (mostly on my end), but never romance. And this time, after being burned by Stephanie, preemptively dismissed by Amy and Talia, and confused by Elizabeth, I had finally, truly, learned my lesson.
“Corrine, you’re my friend. That’s all I want from you.” Then I chuckled, and added, “That, and the occasional fuck.”
She actually blushed.
It was two thirty in the morning when we got back to Rachel’s cabin. The sound of the car pulling up drove a relieved Elizabeth out the front door and into my arms, before I even reached the porch.
“Oh my god! What happened to your car? Are you alright? You had me so worried! You drove off in the dark, in the rain, and never even called to tell us you were safe. What is wrong with you?!”
I gave her a kiss on the forehead and apologized. She threw a questioning look at Corrine, to which I simply explained: “She’s back.”
Everyone was in their pajamas when we walked inside, but they’d all waited up for me. Upon seeing Corrine, they had pretty much the same shocked, suspicious expression that Liz had had out front. And I gave them the same explanation: “She’s back.”
I was firm with my tone, and my confidence in the girl inspired the rest of the group to give her a chance. Corrine spent a few minutes clumsily apologizing to the others, but it wasn’t long before they put her out of her misery and all crowded to give her a welcoming hug.
Even Talia, who had felt by far the most betrayed of any of us, broke down in tears and embraced her friend.
It felt great. Everyone was energized and happy to have Corrine back. Despite the late hour, nobody wanted to sleep (though the prospect of simultaneously sharing a bed with Corrine, Elizabeth, and Amy wasn’t exactly an unwelcome prospect for me), and we all decided to celebrate our friend’s return by getting back in the hot tub.
The warm water was luxuriating after my long night in the rain, and the girls looked incredible as they slipped their nubile bodies into the tub beside me. And this time, I allowed myself to enjoy the view:
Stephanie plopped down on Simon’s lap, the tops of her substantial boobs bobbing above the surface of the water. Her bubblegum pink swimsuit couldn’t help but remind me of just how sweet and tasty the treats inside it were.
Talia’s black string bikini was exactly the same style as Rachel’s white one–hinting at a day, not long ago, when the two lesbian lovers must have gone shopping together to make sure they could dress as a couple. What I wouldn’t have given to be a fly on the wall of THAT changing room.
Speaking of changing rooms, Amy was wearing the same hilariously tight green piece of dental floss she had tried on for me the day we’d first fucked each other, leaving her ass almost totally bare as she wiggled across the deck and hopped beneath the water of the tub.
Elizabeth was wearing a white and black striped bikini that tied behind her neck, with triangular cups stretching to support her tits. She took a seat at my right, and let her hand rest comfortingly on my bare thigh.
Last into the tub was Corrine, who in her haste to leave had forgotten to pack a swimsuit. The closest thing she had brought was a leopard print bra with matching underwear. With no room left in the tub for her to sit, Corrine rested her tall, busty body comfortably on my lap.
Despite the fact that I had come five times in the past twenty-four hours, I was already hard again by the time Corrine showed up.
It was great, just like old times. Laughter, and fun, and merciless teasing by half a dozen gorgeous babes. There was an un-chilled bottle of pink champagne in the liquor cabinet, and everyone partook (everyone but Amy, who looked queasy just thinking about alcohol.)
We brought Corrine up to speed on everything that had happened since she had left: the attack of the bees, the game of spin the bottle, me and Elizabeth hooking up—Rachel even blurted out the story about me watching her and Talia go at it in the van.
“Oh my God!” Stephanie shouted at me, “You are such a Peeping Tom!” Then she turned to the others and exclaimed, “Ian and Liz were spying on me and Simon last night when we were fooling around! I heard them!”
“It was an accident!” Elizabeth was quick to point out.
This was all news to Simon. He turned bright red and didn’t know what to say. Liz gave the poor guy a quick peck on the cheek: “Don’t worry, you were really hot. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
He nodded in appreciation at her comment, but we could tell he was still feeling mortified.
“I’ll tell you what,” Elizabeth finally said, turning to Amy with a challenging glint in her eye, “What do you guys say we all go skinny-dipping?”
It was clear retaliation for Amy’s behavior a few months ago at my pool party when she had teased Liz about her unwillingness to strip down. Who would have thought shy little Liz, of all people, would be the one to suggest that? Maybe it was just the elation we all felt that our group was whole again, now that Corrine was back amongst us.
In any case, we all laughed, and nodded, and began to disrobe—
“No!” Liz cried out, “One at a time!”
She stood on the bench, her whole body up out of the water, and pulled loose the knot on her top. The triangles of fabric fell away, baring Liz’s soft, oversized bust and her excited, wine-dark nipples to the rest of us. She turned to make sure that Simon had an especially good view as she clumsily wiggled out of her bottoms.
Stephanie adjusted her position on her boyfriend’s lap. “He liked that,” she laughed, “I could feel it.”
With her skin flushed with excitement, Elizabeth dropped down into the hot, bubbling water of the tub. And gave Simon a naked hug.
“It’s the least I could do, after the show you gave me last night.”
He just stared at her tits.
“I’m next!” Rachel insisted, and she hopped her petite body out of the water and quickly untied the knots holding up her bikini. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, and her ass was pert and lovely. As soon as Rachel was back in the water, Talia began openly fondling the girl’s tits in front of all of us.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” she joked.
In response, Rachel dropped below the surface of the water and we watched through the bubbles as she pulled off her lesbian lover’s string bikini. With her teeth.
Now naked as well, Talia hopped up out of the water for all to see, even doing a little pirouette for us that showed off the entirety of her sensuous, exotic body.
“Now a boy!” Amy cheered, and all eyes turned to me.
“Okay,” I laughed. “Simon, look away.”
He averted his gaze as I stood up on the bench and lowered my suit, exposing my erection for all the girls to see at once. Thanks to the cold mountain air, steam actually rose from the shaft. It was an unexpected thrill, my penis being the center of attention like that.
While I stood there, Amy reached out and gave my cock a good, solid squeeze. “It’s been too long since I’ve had one of these,” she grumbled.
Not to be outdone by Amy, Liz groped my naked butt, her favorite part of the male body. When I sat back down, I noticed that Stephanie’s eyes were locked onto me, ablaze with desire. Her hand was clearly stroking Simon beneath the water.
A moment later, Stephanie jumped off of her boyfriend and climbed onto the side of the tub. Shaking with anticipation, she kicked off her pink bottoms and revealed the soft patch of blonde fuzz on her crotch. Then she turned around and gave us a quick show, wagging her bubble-shaped butt.
Talia actually got a bit adventurous, and reached up to give the blonde girl a grope. Stephanie playfully batted her hand aside.
Keeping her back to us, Stephanie unsnapped her bubblegum bikini bra and let it drop. She shook her chest, teasingly exposing only the sides of her full breasts as they swung back and forth into view. Finally, Steph turned and revealed her young, buxom self to our eyes.
A classic pin-up, in the flesh.
She dropped back into the spa, not onto Simon’s lap this time, but at his side, so that she could rub her naked breasts against his shoulder. She kept fondling him beneath the bubbles, audibly whispering, “Who would you like to go next, baby?”
Simon’s eyes shifted between the only two girls who weren’t naked—Amy and Corrine—totally unable to make up his mind. I couldn’t really blame the guy.
“Tell you what,” Amy finally laughed, scooting over to Corrine, “We’ll undress each other.”
And so they did. The rest of us held our breath as Amy and Corrine climbed out of the hot tub and slowly, teasingly, caressed each other’s bodies for our viewing pleasure. Corrine made a show of squeezing and kneading Amy’s sculpted buttocks as she slipped the girl’s green thong down to the ground. As always, Amy was totally clean-shaven.
Amy ordered Corrine to sit on the side of the tub, then she scooted behind her, giving the taller girl a sensual back and shoulder massage, gradually slipping the straps of her leopard print bra down off her shoulders.
Then she released the catch in the back, and slid her palms down Corry’s chest, cupping the exposed cleavage as she went, until she had pushed the bra off entirely.
As it fell into the water beside me, I suddenly felt slender fingers wrapping around my naked shaft. I glanced briefly away from the two beauties stripping each other to see Liz, sitting at my side with a naughty grin on her face. I pulled her in for a fierce kiss on the lips.
“No, keep watching them,” Liz urged.
I obeyed. I watched as Corrine, playfully groping Amy’s boobs, yanked the tiny green bikini top up over the girl’s red mane of hair and tossed it aside. Amy dropped to her knees, her unencumbered breasts bouncing from the motion. She peppered Corry’s midriff with kisses as she tugged down the girl’s leopard print underwear, then, just for show, planted a big sexy kiss on the tuft of Corrine’s pubic hair.
Simon was going crazy. We could all see that he was on his way to orgasm. Stephanie smiled at her man:
“Now you, baby. Show these girls what you’ve got under there.”
Simon stood up on uneasy legs, surveying all the naked breasts bobbing in the water around him. He gulped. I pointedly looked away, happy to focus on the way Liz’s tits were jiggling as she jacked me off.
Liz’s eyes, of course, were glued to Simon’s cock. I could hear the sound of him pulling away his waistband, and the girls’ riotous cheers as his long, hard penis swung up into view.
Soon as I heard the splash of Simon dropping back into the concealment of the water, I went back to ogling my female friends. I had seen each of them naked before, sure, but never all at the same time. It was a feast for my eyes, the kind of moment I had only ever fantasized about.
Simon and Stephanie were so horny they immediately began making out with each other, passionately kissing as though the rest of us weren’t even there.
Talia and Rachel followed suit, with Rachel even squirming onto Talia’s lap to have her butt groped while their tongues entwined.
The rest of us—Corrine, Amy, Elizabeth, and me—just watched sheepishly as the two couples went at it.
“Mmm, bed!” Stephanie finally moaned, and she and Simon promptly launched their naked bodies out of the water and ran into the cabin. The two lesbians exchanged a nod and followed suit, leaving me alone in the hot tub with three horny, single, naked women.
While Elizabeth was still jacking me off beneath the heated water, I suddenly felt a second hand gripping me as well. With a wink, Amy joined in on the action. Corrine relaxed on the bench across from us, watching my arousal while slowly fingering herself.
As both Amy and Elizabeth continued to stroke me down below, I alternated my attention between the two of them, kissing faces, lips, necks, and slender shoulders. With my right hand, I pawed at Liz’s breasts. With my left, I fondled Amy’s ass.
Not wanting Corrine to feel left out, I moved us all off the bench and into the middle of the hot tub, where I could literally be the center of attention. Statuesque and stacked, Corrine got up and moved around behind me, squashing her gigantic breasts against my back and planting kisses along my shoulders.
As soon as I would begin focusing on one girl, the others would instantly snuggle up against me, licking my chest or nibbling my ear. In the background, we could all hear the screams and moans as Simon, Stephanie, Talia, and Rachel came in their lovers’ arms. It was impossible to concentrate on what I was doing amidst all the stimulation.
But I couldn’t leave it at that. I didn’t want to be a selfish lover, even with three separate women to please. I knew I couldn’t handle them all at once, so I became determined to take care of my girls one at a time.
With a deep breath to get my head straight, I turned all of my attention to Elizabeth. Our tongues danced aggressively as I pulled her body to mine, yanking her hand off my cock and draping it around my neck in an embrace. Impatiently, I worked my fingers up between her legs and began rubbing.
As Liz let the pleasure overtake her, I dropped my face beneath the water and licked her extra sensitive nipples.
“Yes!” she screamed, going nuts from the stimulation.
With a shock, I suddenly felt my cock go unattended as Amy released her grip. I looked at her to see what was going on, but the feisty redhead just got an evil look in her eyes and dropped below the surface of the water.
Then she put her mouth on me. Amy was kneeling on the floor of the hot tub, holding her breath while she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. I probably would have come right there, had it not been for Liz anxiously yanking my face back down to her nipples, distracting me from my own pleasure by allowing me to focus on hers.
That didn’t last long. In under a minute, Elizabeth was coming against my fingers, sucking in gulps of air to keep herself from passing out.
She and Corrine hugged me between their bodies for a long time while Amy kept sucking me off, underwater.
Eventually, even champion swimmer Amy had to come up for air, and as soon as she surfaced I rewarded her with a long, grateful kiss on the lips.
“Me next!” she demanded, “I haven’t come ONCE this week!” I happily picked Amy up and planted her fabulous butt on the side of the hot tub, then spread her legs and immediately stuck my face between them.
As Amy writhed against my mouth, Liz and Corrine took up position behind me—massaging my back and shoulders with kisses while their wet, naked breasts occasionally bumped up against me, buoyant in the water.
For fun, Amy picked up the half-empty bottle of pink champagne from the side of the hot tub and poured it seductively onto her chest, where the sweet beverage ran in rivulets over the curves of her big, perky breasts, across the muscles of her toned midriff, and down into the delightful folds of flesh between her legs.
I lapped it up like an addict, literally getting drunk off eating the girl’s pussy.
The frenzy of my tongue sent Amy over the edge. She climaxed loudly, rubbing her own excited nipples with satisfaction in the afterglow. I didn’t let her get back in the water until I had licked every drop of champagne off that body.
Panting, I turned to Corrine. Her turn next. I moved to take her in my arms, but she shook just shook her head, saying “You first.”
The other girls nodded in agreement.
Hardly able to contain my excitement, I switched places with Amy, sitting on the side of the tub with my erection towering in the night air. All three ladies approached as a group, a trio of tantalizing sea nymphs.
And then they began licking. Three separate tongues danced teasingly along my shaft, from the smooth dome of my cockhead all the way to the root. With their hands, they gently caressed my inner thighs. For Liz’s benefit, I put my weight on my hands and lifted my hips up off the ground, giving her easy access to grope away at my buttocks.
For her part, Amy was enjoying this so much that she already had her hand between her legs, frigging herself beneath the water while my cock rudely stretched out her cheek.
Liz was at the most awkward angle to participate in this heavenly three-way blowjob, so eventually she gave up and let the other two girls handle my cock while she got out of the water and sat down beside me.
Predictably, my eyes dropped to her epic tits. With a proud smile, Liz fed them to me while her friends sucked and licked at my groin.
Corrine pulled her mouth off of me and smiled, whispering, “Ian? I want to do something nice for you.”
My eyes went wide as she stood up to her full height, those bare-naked boobs of hers rising above the water, right to the exact same level as my cock. She stepped towards me, causing my hardness to brush up against the smooth curve of her breasts.
“I bet you’re gonna like this,” Elizabeth whispered.
Amy pulled herself out of the water and sat at my other side, still anxiously fingering herself as she watched the show. Then, impatient, she grabbed my hand and replaced the fingers inside her with mine.
I let Liz’s tits fall from my hungry mouth long enough to commit my full attention to the sight of Corrine wedging my cock into the cleavage between her big, wet tits.
To my right, Amy came again, swearing and shouting through her convulsions. My fingers shone with her juices.
To my left, Elizabeth was eager to press her sensitive nipples back against my tongue, and I was eager to lick them.
And between my legs, Corrine pumped her bosom up and down, up and down—soft breasts slapping down against my thighs. It was unbelievable. I’d been fantasizing about fucking Corrine’s tits for as long as I could remember. Years and years. And here I was, watching in stunned disbelief as she squeezed those ample assets nice and snug around my trembling erection and slammed them down against my hips.
She lowered her open mouth, so that the spear tip of my cock collided with her tongue after every thrust—
Too much! Too much!
I blasted into the air, my semen raining down across the expanse of Corrine’s outstanding cleavage.
Amy leaned down and licked it off, holding my gaze the entire time, knowing full well how much I would appreciate the image of her licking Corrine’s breasts. Daringly, she even slipped her tongue across one of Corry’s painfully aroused nipples, provoking a shriek of pleasure.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Elizabeth laughed.
“Come here, Corry,” I said, slipping back down into the rejuvenating water. “It’s your turn.”
She reclined against me, light-headed with desire. My over-worked cock, still half hard, nestled pleasantly between her ass cheeks. I whispered into the my friend’s ear, “Just relax and enjoy.”
Gently, I placed one hand between her legs and began rubbing. With my other, I lazily lifted and caressed her magnificent breasts, still in awe of them. I felt her head fall back into my shoulder and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the attention.
Once her eyes were closed, I looked to Elizabeth and Amy, still up for some fun, and nodded towards Corrine’s tits, jutting up above the water. They were both a bit hesitant at first, but Amy and Elizabeth’s natural competitiveness with one another won out in the end. Neither girl would be outdone by the other. After only a moment, both beauties leaned down to Corrine’s breasts and sucked on her delicious nipples.
Corrine sat bolt upright in surprise, but once she realized what was going on she just let herself relax back against me, purring about how good it felt.
I knew it wasn’t just the physical stimulation, either. It was the affirmation that her friends still loved her; that we all cared about her and wanted her in our lives.
That we had forgiven her for the way she had behaved.
Corrine’s breaths grew short and weak. Her hips wriggled against my hand, inadvertently rubbing her butt against my cock. I increased the speed of my fingers, squeezing my palm against her clit. Amy and Elizabeth sucked hard, pulling Corry’s nipples with their lips…
“I love you guys,” she moaned, then came. Her climax was quiet and quick, but beautiful to watch. As soon as she finished, I felt the whole of Corrine’s body go slack atop me. She kissed me in gratitude, then surprised us by kissing Amy and Liz right after.
We all laughed about it.
It was a perfect ending to a long, confusing day. We dried off and went to sleep, scooting the two queen-sized beds together to make one gigantic bed so that the four of us could snuggle. I’m pretty sure I got the best part of that arrangement.
As we all quietly dozed off, I thought to myself, Yes! You finally got it figured out, man! This is how it should be: everyone has fun, everyone stays good friends. No romance, no complications, no hurt feelings. This is the best.
A nagging voice reminded me how strange and wrong I had felt that morning, when Liz and I had agreed not to become a couple for practical reasons, but I banished the thought as soon as it reared its ugly, unwanted head.
Forget that. Forget romance and relationships. I’m just eighteen. THIS is what I want. Things are finally perfect, right?
Convinced that the others were fast asleep, Amy crawled on top of me and whispered, “So, who are you asking to prom?”
Um.
Shit.
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