Spring Break in Napa

by Bondi Beach

Copyright 2009 by Bondi Beach

MF FF inc bro sis

****

_Boston_

"Fuck you, asshole! You fucking shithead. Go fuck 
yourself. Fuck you. Fuck you!"

OK, I admit this wasn't a very classy way to end 
things. On the other hand, how cheesy is it to find 
your boyfriend in bed with a little freshman twat? 
Still, calling someone an asshole and telling him to 
go fuck himself probably wasn't the best idea at the 
time.

So I knew I wasn't handling this very well and it 
really wasn't my finest moment, that's pretty obvious. 
Hurt. Angry. Betrayed. The whole world had fallen in 
on me. It was a crappy end to a crappy quarter. Day 
after day of snow. Grey skies. To say that matched my 
mood would be the understatement of the year. Boston 
in the winter is no picnic, let me tell you.

And Bill. Bill. I thought I loved him. I really did. 
No, that's not true. I knew I loved him. I thought he 
loved me, but I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong. He tried 
to explain while I shouted at him and the little slut 
in his bed smirked.

"Kat, I'm sorry. It just happened. Kat, listen to me!"

"Fuck you, Bill."

I walked out. And kept walking. It was snowing. 
Freezing. Shit. Everything sucked. When I got to my 
apartment, there were already three messages from 
Bill. Two seconds into the first one, "Kathleen, Kat, 
listen, please. Don't delete this message," I stabbed 
the button to delete it. Deleted the next two messages 
without even listening to them.

Then I couldn't stop my tears. Couldn't sit up, 
couldn't stop shaking. Two hours later I opened my 
eyes, looked around. Silence. No phone. No lights. No 
answering machine. Power was out. My apartment was 
freezing.

Tears turned to fury. I couldn't believe this. What 
the fuck did I do? This wasn't my fault. I'm not a 
crybaby. I'm not a weakling, and I'm not stupid. 
Dean's List every quarter since freshman year. Shoo-in 
for Phi Beta Kappa. Mathematics major at the end of 
spring term. Already accepted at MIT for grad school, 
deferred for a semester. Even Steven fucking Hawking 
knows who I am, for Christ's sake.

OK, well, maybe that last one's a little bit of a 
stretch. Or not. Because every year for the last few 
years he's asked the head of our department, Professor 
James, to recommend someone to spend a semester as his 
assistant, and this year Professor James sent him my 
CV. Hawking hasn't responded yet, but he and Professor 
James go way back and Hawking always takes on whoever 
Professor James recommends.

I headed out to find a coffee shop with power. There 
was one in the next block, thank God. I was freezing. 
Ordered, sat down with my coffee, booted my laptop and 
opened my e-mail. There it was, out of the blue: a 
note from Samantha in California. We'd been friends in 
junior high school for a couple of years until my 
dad's work took my family to the east coast, but we'd 
kept in touch, and even saw each other a couple of 
summers when my parents agreed to let me attend a 
session at church camp in California. I smiled as I 
remembered some stuff from those visits. Shivered a 
little, too.

_Hey TK --_

_Buddy and I are thinking about a quick spring break 
trip up to Napa and that spa we really like there. How 
about you and Bill join us for a couple of days?_

I was always "TK" to Sam. It started on an overnight 
with her when we were playing with words and our 
names. Kathleen--Kat--Tak--TK. OK, kind of dorky, but 
Sam and her brother always called me that, and I liked 
it. No one else did. Talk about nicknames, everyone 
called Sam's brother "Buddy." No one ever used his 
real name, Peter.

_Our break is March 16-30, and Buddy's friend Jim is 
coming with us._

_Sam_

Turned out my dad's company transferred him back to 
California during my freshman year, and my folks were 
willing to pay half my way to California at spring 
break each year, if I wanted to come back. I sure as 
hell wasn't going to stay around here during break now 
that Bill and I were through.

I didn't have to think more than a minute.

_You bet. Bill is history, but I'll be in San 
Francisco on the 17th. Say 'hi' to Buddy, will you?_

_TK_

I remembered Jim. He and Buddy were never apart in 
junior high school, it seemed like.

_You OK? I want to hear about this. Jim's going to 
ride up on his bike. He says it's fine if you ride 
with him. Interested?_

_Sam_

More than interested, I thought to myself. I'd been on 
a motorcycle once or twice. Scared shitless each time, 
to tell the truth, but in a good way. Well, thrilled 
is actually more like it. Felt a tingle just thinking 
about it. I could do this.

_Sam--Yeah!_

_TK_

****

In the next two weeks Bill left a dozen messages on my 
machine. They all boiled down to the same thing: he 
didn't know how it happened, it didn't mean anything, 
he was sorry, and please, couldn't we talk about it.

I had my own second thoughts. Had I been unfair? I 
know I loved Bill. He meant the world to me, or so I 
had thought. We all make mistakes and I was smart 
enough and honest enough to admit I'd made my share, 
although nothing, I thought, as bad as this.

Then, just as I was thinking I'd been too hard on 
Bill, and on myself, I saw the little slut across the 
quad standing with her girlfriends. She turned and 
smiled as I passed by. It was all I could do to keep 
walking and not scratch her eyes out and rip her ears 
off.

Bill and I did have one short conversation at the 
student union over coffee. By then I was cold, stone 
cold. I felt nothing towards him although it took an 
effort of will to stay that way. He was earnest, he 
was desperate, even. If he'd had a little more polish, 
a little more integrity, he might have had a chance, a 
small chance, of persuading me to let him try again. 
That small chance disappeared when he tried to blame 
the little twat for what happened.

"Kat, I didn't even want to."

Bullshit. Considering the way she'd had her legs 
wrapped around his butt and how he was hitting bottom 
on each stroke when I walked in, he sure looked like 
he wanted to.

"See you, Bill."

And that was that.

I knew it wasn't finished, of course, and the tears 
and the beer and the sleepless nights over the next 
week or so proved that. I was better when the day came 
to travel, but I knew I wasn't over it.

****

_California_

I love San Francisco. It's cool, foggy in the morning 
until the sun burns through, even chilly early on. 
Compared with the snow and ice I left behind in 
Boston, though, it was heaven. I staggered out of the 
gate to see Sam waving. That wasn't Buddy with her. It 
took me a second to recognize Jim.

I'd never been as close with Jim as with Sam and 
Buddy, but I liked him. He'd grown. We all had, of 
course, and I felt another little thrill as I looked 
him over. He was doing the same to me, I guess.

Then Sam was hugging me, hard, and I was hugging her 
back.

"TK, I'm really glad you're here."

"Me, too."

Rested my cheek against hers for a minute. I'm not a 
really big touchy-feely sort of person, but I always 
felt good about hugging Sam. She held me some more and 
kissed my cheek. Smiled.

"Jim's glad to see you, too."

"Hey, Kathleen."

Jim hugged me hard enough to make me realize he'd been 
working out. Another tingle. Get a grip, I told 
myself. Easy. One step at a time. I was a little 
confused. I'm not a prude, far from it, but I wasn't 
necessarily expecting to get laid on this trip.

Shit, who am I kidding? Now I couldn't wait. Even if 
it was revenge sex, I didn't care.

"Hi, Jim. It's 'Kat,' you know that."

"Kat."

Big smile.

"Sam, where's Buddy?"

"Circling. He'll be by in a minute or two."

****

I'm not sure I remember exactly when I figured out 
there was something more than just brother-sister 
buddies stuff going on between Sam and Peter. Sorry, I 
meant Buddy. In junior high school I think it was just 
kind of a vibe, below my level of consciousness, and 
not something serious enough to listen to. I do 
remember wondering a little about some of their hugs, 
but I was innocent enough to think they were just very 
affectionate.

By the time I attended church camp with them one year 
I guess they trusted me enough to be open about it. To 
say I was floored would be an understatement. Sam and 
I had some long conversations about the whole thing. 
You can guess what they were: "But he's your brother!" 
"I love him and he loves me," and so on. I don't mean 
to make fun of Sam or Buddy, or myself for that 
matter, and finally I realized she and Buddy were 
serious about each other and they weren't hurting 
themselves or anyone else. I was maybe a little 
envious, even. Nothing like that was ever going to 
happen with my brother, I was sure of that.

Besides, I thought Buddy was pretty hot anyway, so I 
wasn't surprised that Sam did, too. The three of us 
did a little fooling around, about what you might 
expect. No harm to anyone, and we were just as good 
friends afterwards as we had been before. I didn't 
know much at all about Jim. He was just around, but 
not at church camp. I liked him, but nothing ever 
happened between us.

****

Buddy drove up then and we all hopped in his car and 
headed for Jim's apartment. Sam and Buddy already had 
everything they needed for the trip, so all I had to 
do was make sure I had just a couple of things to 
carry with me on the back of Jim's bike, and hand over 
the rest for Buddy and Sam to take in their car.

Jim and I were standing in front of his house after 
Sam and Buddy had taken off. I'm not a car person, 
much less a motorcycle person, but Jim's bike looked 
pretty big to me. A Triumph 650, he told me. It could 
have been a Wowza Zapper 130 for all I cared, but I 
really did like Jim and I kept my mouth shut. Guys 
care about these things, I know, and despite my 
tendency to shoot off my mouth I know when to keep 
quiet.

"Kat, you been on a bike before?"

I was thinking about my couple of rides with some guy 
who was trying to impress me freshman year.

"Yeah. Not too much, though."

"OK, no sweat. You've got long pants and a jacket. 
Leather would be better, but what you've got is fine. 
Here's my extra helmet. Just put your feet on the rear 
pegs and your arms around me, and you'll be fine."

Arms around Jim? Sure, I could do that.

"Hang on tight!"

Jim moved his foot on the gear shift pedal to make 
sure the bike was in neutral, squeezed the clutch with 
his left hand, opened the choke all the way with his 
right, and kicked the starter lever. The bike started 
immediately, and he gunned the engine a couple of 
times, closed the choke, shook his head, tapped the 
gear shift pedal into first gear, let the clutch in, 
and we were off.

No, at the time I didn't have the faintest idea what 
the hell he was doing. He explained it all to me 
later, using various parts of my body to demonstrate 
as we lay nude in the shade outside our cabin. I 
especially liked the clever way he used his fingers to 
show me how to make sure the bike was in neutral. 
Small movements, but very precise ones.

In fact, right then all I was doing was hanging on to 
him and feeling his abs as I hugged him. This boy had 
been doing his crunches, I could tell.

Oh, and the other part? Oh, my. A bike is a pretty 
expensive vibrator, but, boy, does it ever work! I was 
feeling good before we even got on the freeway, and I 
was feeling even better by the time we arrived at the 
spa. Just a continuous humming, outside and inside. I 
was going to have to change my underwear when we got 
there, and I was pretty sure what I wanted after that.

I must have had a goofy look on my face by the time we 
pulled up to the main lodge. I almost stumbled as I 
swung my leg off, and Jim was off the bike in a flash 
and grabbed my elbow.

"You OK?"

I kissed him. And again, to make sure I got it right.

"Oh, yeah!"

Then I kissed him once more, to make sure he got the 
message. I think he did. I knew I had to bank my fire 
for a bit right then, but I would make it up to him 
later. We hugged, and then we joined Sam and Buddy 
inside to check in.

This was a clothing-optional resort and spa, but the 
clothing-optional part applied mostly to the pools and 
hot tubs and saunas and the lawns around them. The 
cabins all had little private gardens, and no one 
cared what you wore or didn't wear there, of course. I 
was relieved to find out that clothing was required in 
the restaurants and lounges.

Our cabin had two king-size beds. No one had made any 
promises, and no one had any expectations, I think, at 
least as far as I was concerned anyway, but after 
thinking it over for about two seconds I decided I 
didn't care. In fact, I realized I did have 
expectations, or at least plans, for Jim, and maybe 
for Sam and Buddy, too.

"OK, guys, you two are on your own for a while. TK and 
I have massages scheduled. We'll see you later on."

With that, Sam and I headed over to a little pavilion 
right beside one of the smaller pools. Denise and 
Sandra met us there, smiling.

"Samantha and Kathleen, right?"

"That's us."

Sam was taking her clothes off as she spoke. I was 
right behind her. Sandra was arranging bottles of oil 
while Denise straightened the sheets on the two 
massage tables. Then she unrolled the semi-transparent 
gauze panels that formed the sides of the pavilion.

"Don't worry, no one can really see inside, but we 
still have plenty of light and you can see out."

Denise and Sandra were good. I loved lying there nude 
and warm, just the faintest of breezes on my skin, 
feeling Sandra's hands on me. Not sexual, but very 
sensual and a little arousing even so. When I turned 
over on my back, my nipples were erect and I was wet, 
although I'm not sure Sandra could see anything.

I had my eyes shut, and all I could hear was my heart 
beating. Everything so quiet, so soft, except for 
Sandra's fingers pressing everywhere, undoing knots, 
smoothing, letting all the tension out. Eventually 
Sandra and Denise finished with one last soft touch. I 
barely heard Sandra whisper as she left.

"Take all the time you need."

I was a puddle. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. 
It was like after the best sex you can imagine, except 
nobody was sticky or sweaty or lying on top of me. Not 
that there's anything wrong with that, of course. 
Sometimes I like all three of those things, in fact.

After a minute or so I felt Sam's hand brush mine, and 
we linked fingers and lay there quietly for a little 
while. Clouds, blue sky, puppies, kittens--yes, I 
know, I like small cute furry creatures--one image 
after another went through my mind and I let the 
little parade of pictures come and go as I smiled and 
enjoyed them.

Then it was as though someone kicked the door open, 
turned on the lights on, and started shouting. All I 
could think of was Bill and his little blonde slut and 
in a second I was angry again and my heart was pumping 
and I let out a strangled yelp.

That brought Sam to my side in a second.

"Easy, sweetie. Let's hit the pool for a minute and 
wake up a little."

We did that. I wasn't any calmer when we came out to 
lie in the grass a little ways up the hillside, but I 
was a little cooler anyway and a little refreshed.

"So, what's the deal with Bill, TK?"

I could feel my heart beating harder already, and the 
fury just waiting to get out. The cocksucker. The 
asshole. My face must have twisted something awful 
because I saw Sam startle out of the corner of my eye, 
and then her hand was on my shoulder.

"Hey, hey, sweetie. Easy. Ssh. Can you just tell me a 
little about it? What did he do to you?"

"Sam, I loved him. I thought he was the one."

Even as I heard my words I wondered if they were true. 
I mean, I thought he was. But now I wonder if I wasn't 
just fooling myself. I had everything in my life 
nailed down--academics now, grad school after a 
semester with Hawking, future work--and maybe I 
thought I needed to have my love life nailed down, 
too.

I rolled on my side and kissed Sam on her cheek.

"And then I walked in on them, Sam, and my whole world 
fell apart. I couldn't believe my eyes. His hairy ass 
pumping into her, her legs wrapped tight around his 
butt, the one tit I could see bouncing as he slammed 
her, her mouth open and nothing coming out.

"For a second, I wanted to kill them both.

"I just turned and ran, Sam. I was running away, 
didn't know where I was going, didn't care. Probably 
good that there were no bridges between his apartment 
and mine.

"When I got home I curled up into a ball. After I 
finished crying I was still pissed. When I thought 
about it later, I almost wondered if I'd been too hard 
on him, and on myself. All I felt was a big knot in my 
gut and a hole in the rest of me."

I stopped. I couldn't go on. Sam hugged me, and I felt 
something give inside, something begin loosen a 
little, and I hugged her back. I held on to her. I was 
squeezing her so hard it must have hurt, but she 
didn't say anything.

And then I was crying again and Sam was holding me in 
her arms and my tears were making a puddle, almost, at 
the base of her neck. She kept stroking my back slowly 
and gently, until I finally quieted. I wiped my eyes, 
tried to smile. Sam kissed my cheek.

"It's OK, sweetie, really. It's OK."

Gentling me, stroking some more, whispering, softness, 
quiet. I could feel myself slowing and slowing and 
gradually becoming still. I wasn't anywhere near there 
yet, but I thought maybe I was on the way. We lay 
there side-by-side once more, our fingers loosely 
linked again, watching the clouds, and that's where 
the guys found us.

"Hey."

Jim behind me, Buddy on the other side of Sam. We all 
lay there and watched the sky. That's what I was 
doing, anyway. Then I heard a huge splash from the 
pool. I smiled at Jim and rolled to my side to see 
what was going on. Sam did the same in front of me, 
and I put my hand on her hip. Water fight, looked 
like, with a bunch of teenagers. Then one girl broke 
away, swam to the edge of the pool, and boosted 
herself out.

My throat closed. I couldn't breathe for a second, but 
my pussy knew what I was seeing and I felt a spasm as 
I watched. I was wet in an instant, my nipples 
hardening. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever 
seen. Sleek like an otter, muscles flowing under her 
skin, smooth and tight little rump and water streaming 
off her back and butt and legs. Jesus.

Without conscious effort my hand moved up from Sam's 
hip to her flank and then, I don't know how it 
happened, I wasn't even thinking, to cup her breast, 
my fingers feeling for and finding her rigid nipple. 
Sam twisted her head back to smile at me over her 
shoulder.

"Hey, sweetie."

I snatched my hand away as though Sam's nipple were on 
fire. I couldn't focus. What the hell was I doing?

"Oh, God, Sam, I'm sorry. I wasn't, I don't know, oh, 
shit. I'm really sorry."

She laughed.

"Well, I have to say I rather liked it, TK. But we 
probably should save that for somewhere more private, 
don't you think?"

I was too embarrassed to answer, but by then Jim and 
Buddy were laughing. Jim's comment was predictable.

"Hey, Kat, don't stop on our account."

"Hah hah hah. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

In a second I felt Jim's hard cock against my ass. He 
shoved against me and stroked a couple of times.

"Oh, yes, Kat. You bet."

"Dream on, pal."

But the truth was that I was more than interested. 
What was this? Was I going to fuck everyone in sight? 
What was I trying to prove? Fuck Bill. Fuck him. My 
thoughts were overcaffeinated ferrets looking for the 
nearest Peet's and there wasn't any Peet's near here 
and I couldn't keep up and I thought I would explode 
if I didn't drop dead first. My gut twisted and 
clenched and I whimpered.

The next thing I knew Sam rolled over to stroke my 
cheek and kiss me lightly. Then she was whispering, 
her lips against my ear. I don't think Jim or Buddy 
could hear her.

"Sweetie, ssh. It will pass, maybe not today or even 
tomorrow, but you'll be OK in the end. It will pass. 
Do you want to let it go for a little while and come 
back to it later when you need to?"

I held my cheek against hers. I knew she was right. I 
hoped she was, anyway. I could let this go, at least 
for now. I was still crying a little, but finally I 
shook my head and stopped trying to chase those lousy 
ferrets. I looked at Sam's grey eyes, inches from 
mine.

"Sam."

I choked again.

"Ssh, TK."

I held her some more until my tears stopped.

****

We stayed on the grass that afternoon, quiet at first, 
still nude, just watching the clouds, later talking 
about this and that. Gradually our hands began 
wandering a little, but not too much. Before we knew 
it the shadows were longer and it was getting cooler. 
I could feel more than see the fog coming over the 
mountains. I was still sad and a little mad and I knew 
it would be like that for a while, but I was also 
getting more than a little aroused now after this 
immediate crisis, and I wanted to do something about 
that.

We picked up our towels and walked over to our cabin 
and went inside. Without talking and without pause Sam 
and Buddy went to one bed and Jim and I to the other.

We were in each other's arms and kissing and I could 
feel Jim hard against me but that still wasn't enough 
now. I rolled onto my back and lifted my left leg over 
his shoulder as he moved to my entrance. I couldn't 
look away from his eyes. I didn't want to. I smiled 
without even thinking about it. To see someone wanting 
you so much. But it wasn't just that, it was maybe 
admiration, even a little awe, although I don't think 
I'm awesome. Just very very good.

"I want to watch your face when you come. I want to 
hear you."

Jim made one long smooth thrust as he spoke and there 
he was, all the way in. So full. So good. He leaned 
down and kissed me. His tongue found places inside my 
mouth I didn't know about, and I never wanted him to 
stop exploring.

He withdrew almost all the way, then eased himself 
back in, slowly, just the way I like to start. In and 
out, in and out, slow and steady, lifting himself to 
rub my clit just the right way. I pressed my fingers 
between us, feeling his cock as I pressed my hard clit 
and rubbed and circled. Then my leg started to cramp 
and I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed.

"Jim. Leg."

He eased back. I dropped my leg and curled it around 
his thigh. After a second I wrapped his butt tight 
with both legs.

"Better. Now fuck me, pal. Hard."

And then he was thrusting and I was panting and my 
eyes were closed and he was all the way in and my 
pussy got wetter and hotter and I stopped thinking as 
I felt him pound me and kiss me and bite me. Higher 
and higher and harder and harder and I could feel it 
and feel it and the wave was coming and then it swept 
over me and I had my arms and legs around him so tight 
and I was never going to let him go.

I squeaked and I squeaked and I squeaked again.

Just a few seconds behind me, I think, but I'm not 
sure, and I felt more than heard Jim grunt and spasm 
and fill my cunt. And then he was pressing me down 
into the bed with his whole body and squishing me and 
I didn't care and we held each other and listened to 
our hearts and our blood and our breathing.

When I opened my eyes there was Jim inches above me, 
smiling. He kissed me lightly.

"Kat."

I smiled.

"You squeaked."

I kissed him.

"You look like a goddess when you come."

Goddess?

But I didn't care. I wanted to stay where I was, under 
Jim, feeling him hard against me, pressing me down, 
covering me, protecting me. I never wanted to move.

Jim kissed me once more. Another smile. Looked to the 
side and back to me. I looked. Sam and Buddy were 
stopped in mid-act. Sam on top nicely and comfortably 
impaled on Buddy's cock. She wiggled her butt a 
little, just making sure, I guess. Buddy had his hands 
on her breasts. Both of them were looking at us.

"Holy shit."

That was Sam.

"You are something else, sweetie."

She laughed. Buddy had a very interested look on his 
face, and I marked that down for future reference. 
Maybe very near future, in fact.

I couldn't keep a smile off my face. Nicely fucked 
doesn't begin to describe how I felt. I gave Jim a 
little shove and he lifted off me.

"Shower, Jim. Let's let these two get back to it."

"Don't leave on our account."

Sam had a big smile as she spoke. I got up and leaned 
over and kissed her. Slid my hand under Buddy's and 
cupped her right breast.

"We'll be back."

I looked back as we headed for the bathroom. Buddy was 
cupping and massaging Sam's breasts again as she 
lifted and dropped and they weren't paying any more 
attention to us right then.

Showering with someone else is always fun, although I 
think shower sex is overrated. Someone always ends up 
with bruises, even if you don't notice until later. So 
this time we just had fun soaping each other up and 
washing each other off. Jim grabbed the shampoo and 
worked his fingers through my hair, gently but 
thoroughly, giving me a little scalp massage as he did 
it. As far as I was concerned he could keep doing that 
forever.

By the time we were out of the shower and dried off, a 
very satisfied Buddy and Sam were ready for their 
turn. Jim got elected to get dressed and grab some 
pizza from the late-night quick serve next to the 
restaurant, and we all took a break for that.

Much much later I was falling asleep, wrapped in Jim's 
arms, a smile on my face, remembering how it felt 
earlier when I had Buddy in my mouth and he pulled out 
and pumped and sprayed my face. Not usually my 
favorite thing, I admit, but by then I was so worked 
up I didn't care. Plus, it's something most guys I 
know really like and I like Buddy and I wanted him to 
do it. I wanted him in me and on top of me and all 
over me. I would have liked to have Jim, too, right 
then, the two of them together, but he was busy with 
Sam at that very moment. Maybe tomorrow, I thought, as 
I drifted off.

****

The next morning we hiked. And hiked. Up the ridge to 
the furthest meadow where we could see forever, it 
seemed like. Sandwiches and water for lunch, with a 
couple of cookies and apples for dessert. Shades of 
summers at University Camp Sam and Buddy had told me 
about years before. I was still kind of wound up over 
Bill, but the walking and climbing kept smoothing me 
out. Besides, exercise is foreplay, everyone knows 
that.

We made it back in early afternoon and shed our 
clothes to hit the pool. Some splashing and fooling 
around, and then Sam and I adjourned to the cabin. The 
cabin was a little stuffy, so we grabbed a couple of 
beers and stretched out on the grass inside our little 
private yard. It was mid-afternoon by then, sunny and 
warm, and we stayed nude. The guys were somewhere 
else, don't know where. The pool still, I think.

"TK, did I tell you about the photograph Buddy and I 
found a couple of years ago? We were cleaning the 
garage. It was Mrs. Henderson, Mom's college roommate. 
You know what Mom told us when we gave it to her? That 
the things she most regretted in life were the things 
she didn't do."

Sam tipped the bottle up and I watched her throat move 
as she swallowed. I wanted to kiss her then.

"And she was crying when she said this."

I don't know what came over me, but I leaned forward 
and did what I wanted to do: I kissed Sam full on the 
lips, then kissed down the side of her throat, all the 
way to the soft hollow at the bottom. Her eyes were 
wide as I pulled back and looked at her.

I swallowed. Couldn't find my voice for a minute.

"Sam, I missed you so much and I've wanted to do that 
again for a long time."

She smiled.

"Me, too, sweetie."

She moved into my arms, and that's all I remembered 
for a little while.

****

Sometimes, I'm overwhelmed. I go blank, or something. 
Not unconscious, but I flow. My reason deserts me, and 
I'm just one big nerve ending. I can feel what is 
happening, I feel pain, or I feel hurt, or both at 
once sometimes. They just happen. Everything is 
connected to everything else. Arousal, hunger, thirst, 
warm, smooth, texture, colors, warm and yellow and 
green. They just happen. I don't make them happen, and 
I can't sort these things out.

I don't even try.

This was one of those times. I remembered Sam in my 
arms. I remembered feeling every blade of grass under 
me, kind of prickly, kind of tickling. I liked it. The 
air was so warm. I wasn't hot, but I loved feeling 
just the slightest breeze on my skin. My legs opened. 
I knew I was wet, and that seemed like a surprise, I 
don't know why. I knew Sam was kissing me. I think I 
kissed her back but I'm not sure. My hands on her, my 
lips on her, everywhere. Her taste, her smell, her 
texture. Her lips and her fingers on me, in me, moving 
and stroking. Oh, God. Wound up until I exploded, 
cunt, nipples, mouth all connected and the connections 
overloaded.

Then, quiet, softness, warmth, luxury. When I opened 
my eyes again, after such bliss and coming and rush as 
I'd never felt before, I turned my head to see Sam's 
face not two inches from mine. Her eyes were open, 
too, and she was smiling. She kissed me.

"Hi, sweetie."

I was so relaxed my mouth and lips and tongue could 
barely form words.

"Hi."

Sam kissed me again. My hand moved on its own to her 
flank, to her breast.

Then I heard a rustle and turned the other way. Buddy 
and Jim were back. Don't know when they'd returned, 
but they were hard and they were stroking themselves 
and they were grunting and before I knew it they were 
erupting together, spraying the grass, holding 
themselves and milking every last drop.

That kind of broke the mood, I'm afraid, but Sam and I 
were laughing then and it didn't matter.

****

It rained on our last day there but we swam anyway, in 
the big pool, then went to the sauna. Then back to the 
pool. And we flirted. And touched, and stroked, and 
kissed, and flirted some more. I was kissing Buddy at 
one point as we stood in the shallow end, feeling his 
tongue in my mouth, kissing the side of his neck, 
biting his lip a little bit, relishing the feel of my 
nipples against his chest as I pressed against him. 
And the way his cock pressed flat against my pussy, my 
cunt.

We kissed and we kissed and I wasn't paying attention 
to a thing until I felt someone cup me from behind, 
the hand between Buddy's cock and me. The hand moved 
to stroke Buddy, then came back to trace my lips and 
nudge my clit. Then Sam's voice in my ear.

"Why don't we take these boys inside?"

That sounded like a capital idea to me. My voice was a 
throaty squeak, I think, but I managed to croak the 
words.

"Get Jim, Buddy."

Sam took her hand away and my clit didn't like that, 
but then in a second Jim was behind me and Buddy was 
back in front of me and I was the filling in the 
sandwich and I thought nothing could be better than 
this.

We moved to the steps and up and across the lawn to 
our cabin. Their hands were all over me and Sam was on 
the other side of Buddy and stroking his ass and I was 
so keyed up by this point that I was ready to jump 
Buddy or Jim, whichever one was nearest. I was ready 
to jump Sam, too, who when we got inside immediately 
stretched out on her side on the other bed, smiling, 
nude, leaning on one elbow, making a "Go on" motion 
with her other hand, then dropping it to run lightly 
and slowly over her pussy.

The guys kept on sandwiching me, front and back, 
pressing, rubbing, until I thought I'd scream. I 
wanted to be filled, now. Pulses running directly from 
breast to cunt as Buddy tongued and sucked my nipple, 
kissing, even biting. Jim sat on the edge of the bed, 
leaving just room enough for Buddy to settle me 
between Jim's thighs. As I leaned back a little I 
could feel Jim's cock against my spine, just above my 
butt, his hands now holding my breasts and palming 
them and fingering my nipples.

Sam scooted up a little on the other bed so she could 
watch. She was the last person I saw before I closed 
my eyes. I was so wired, mouth, lips, pussy, clit, 
nipples. I was one big nerve ending. I felt Buddy move 
close in front of me. He kissed me, his lips open a 
little and we did that little tongue duel. Then he was 
kissing down the side of my neck, dragging his tongue 
to the hollow of my throat. I thought I'd die.

Buddy kissed each nipple in turn. And kissed down my 
front to my pussy. I felt his tongue first sliding 
over my lips, all the way down, then back up. When he 
touched my hard clit I squeaked and grabbed his hair 
to pull him against me. But I didn't want his mouth on 
me. I wanted his cock.

"No, Buddy. Skip that. I want you inside me. Now."

Sam laughed. Or maybe it was a giggle.

"Yeah, Buddy. Let me see you fuck that girl."

At that point I didn't care about anything else. I 
wanted to be fucked, hard.

Buddy moved up and moved close. In a second I felt his 
cock at my entrance. I was so wet I thought I could 
suck him right in. I would suck him in if he didn't 
get a fucking move on. But he did. He slid in all the 
way home in one stroke. Jim pinched my nipples just 
then and I clamped my cunt tight on Buddy.

Buddy lifted as he stroked, hitting my clit just 
right. Then Jim's fingers were there, too, dancing and 
pulling and stroking as Buddy thrust. Oh, my! Jim's 
other hand on one breast, pressing and stroking, 
Buddy's mouth on mine. I was overloading and I didn't 
care.

Then I was screaming and grunting and squeaking and 
Buddy was speeding up, slamming me harder with each 
stroke, and Jim's fingers were pinching one nipple, 
his other hand twisting my clit. I could feel Jim's 
cock moving against my back, hard, a counterpoint to 
Buddy's thrusts, and that tipped me over. Stretch, 
tense, then everything whirled and I felt such a 
release and my cunt was so warm and so wet.

I felt a hot spurt on my back as Jim erupted, and 
another in my pussy as Buddy slammed me one last time 
and held himself as far in as he could get. My eyes 
were shut but I could still see stars, lots of them. 
No time to count as I spasmed and rushed and started 
to sag, but Jim saved me, holding my breasts in his 
hands and pulling me back against him.

Buddy had one hand on my shoulder as he softened and 
then he left me when his cock plopped out. I opened my 
eyes long enough to see Sam with a big smile and arms 
wide to welcome Buddy falling back onto the other bed 
with her. And then it was quiet, except for our 
breathing.

Jim pulled me back gently against himself and I 
pressed back against him and snuggled in his arms. My 
eyes closed and I dozed. I couldn't move. I didn't 
want to move. Much later, when I struggled and opened 
my eyes just a little, I could see Buddy and Sam 
entwined and kissing. Then I dozed again.

The next thing I heard was Sam's voice. She was 
standing.

"OK, you guys. Let's go. I'm hungry. Feed me."

Buddy waved his dick at her.

"You don't want me anywhere near that thing right now, 
pal. I'll bite it off."

Buddy jumped up and tackled her, the two of them 
falling back on the bed. They struggled, playing, for 
a minute or two, then Sam wriggled and in a second she 
was on top of Buddy and pushing his face into the 
pillow.

"I said, feed me!"

Buddy outweighed her by 50 pounds, at least, but he 
played along.

"OK, OK! I will!"

Sam let him up and kissed him, thoroughly.

"Get some clothes on. We'll eat in the restaurant."

She paused. Looked from Buddy to Jim.

"You two are going to need your strength tonight."

Then she looked at me. Smiled. Stepped close and 
kissed me.

"You, too, sweetie."

She was right.

****

It was after midnight, I thought, although I didn't 
really know. Fire almost gone, but the room still warm 
from the flames earlier and from the heat we had 
generated ourselves. I was lying in front of the fire 
on my side, head cradled on one arm, dozing, still 
feeling little temblors and twitches, warm and toasty 
and tired, but in a good way, my cunt satisfied at 
last. I was thinking that life in California sure beat 
the hell out of Boston. I was thinking I might be 
staying.

Then a hand cupped my breast from behind and I could 
feel someone's stiff dick moving against my ass and my 
pussy got warmer and wetter and I stopped thinking for 
a while.


The End

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