2 comments/ 13849 views/ 1 favorites Into the Blue By: ErikaKane This is the first story I've worked on in a few years, and I'm very excited to share it here. This is the first of several planned chapters, but reader feedback—good or bad, as long as it's constructive—will play a large role in determining both how far the story goes and how often I post. It straddles a few categories, including lesbian, interracial, and a somewhat taboo relationship. If any of these bother you, you probably won't enjoy it. Please rate and/or comment; again, all constructive feedback is appreciated. Thanks to barabajagal001 and bosombuddies for editing! "So, you think I should introduce them?" Dakota asked her older brother. "Yeah, D. I'm sure your new boyfriend—" "Not my boyfriend." "Like I said, I'm sure your boyfriend-in-waiting is ready to meet the girl who's kept you away from guys for the past year and won't at all be skeeved out or jealous." "Micah! I'm serious." "I am too, sis. I get it, and I'd still be a little weird about it if Ari had come complete with a girlfriend she already had plans with, totally exclusive of me." "But part of that plan was that I'd meet a guy one day. It's something she knows I want, and he gets that monogamy won't work for me. I think." "He gets that you're a sweet, gorgeous girl and you're into him. He's just trying to work around everything else to keep that intact. I can't say I blame the guy. Maybe he'll get over it, maybe he won't." "Sooo..." "So, introduce them, but don't expect them to be best friends and sit and help each other plan dates to take you on. I mean, Ry does kinda have seniority here." "What the fuck am I, a sorority or some shit? She pledged first so we have to go with her awkward ass request?" "One: I'm not quite sure that's how sororities work, D. Two: I could almost swear I heard a 'we' in there, and I get the feeling I was a part of it." "Well, brother dear, they do both like you. It could help smooth things over a bit." She pouted up at him as she said it, knowing he was a sucker for her big green eyes. "Fine, Erin." "Ooooh, that's low, Mikey baby!" She rolled her eyes as she called her older brother his fiancé's favorite pet name for him, which he hated. Served him right, breaking out her first name like that. "Brat!" He said, fake-angry at her audacity. She'd always known just the right buttons to push, but she never seemed to go too far. He figured enough time in the foster-care system would teach a kid, especially one with a mouth like Dakota's, just how much she could get away with. He appreciated the care she took, but he sometimes wished she would go too far, just so he could show her that he wasn't one of the ones who'd hurt her, any more than his parents—their parents—had been. He took her in now, this vibrant young woman he'd watched grow from a tiny twelve year old girl with fiery curls bigger, it seemed, than all the rest of her combined, the smattering of freckles which she hated and everyone else seemed to love, and a heart shaped face that even then held the promise of beauty. That promise had been fulfilled and then some, and now, nearly a decade later, she was a vision. Although on paper she was less exotic than him, with his Korean mother and Jamaican father, between the features she'd inherited from her black mother—tip-tilted eyes exaggerated by sweeping cheekbones, a cute little button nose, and the full, pouty lips she tended to bite when she was nervous or concentrating—and the coloring she'd inherited from her stereotypically Irish father, she was unlike any other girl he'd seen before. As captivating as he found her catlike eyes and the waist-length curls she'd finally learned to tame, as a man—even a man who was supposed to view her as his bratty little sister—Micah couldn't look at her without taking in her almost cartoonish hourglass shape, made all the more outlandish because she was barely five feet tall. Micah started, realizing he'd been staring at Dakota far too long and thinking things a big brother had no business thinking. He didn't understand it; it wasn't as though Ari didn't satisfy him sexually. She went above and beyond in the bedroom, always willing to fulfill his fantasies and bringing a few of her own to the table as well. Still, he shared a fairly small space with a very sexy young woman, and it was beginning to take its toll. He turned to leave the room, not wanting to dwell on desires better left unexplored. Dakota stopped her brother from leaving, wondering if her teasing had been too much. She knew he was probably dreading the tension sure to fill her little get-together, and adding a reference to the fiancé she'd never been able to make friends with probably didn't help things for him. She'd noticed something odd about his look, though, and wondered if he was dealing with problems of his own. She pulled him down for a quick peck on the lips, hugging him tightly and whispering to him, "I'll behave, M. Just hang here with me for a while?" He hated to leave her thinking she'd done something wrong, but the physical closeness, after the thoughts he'd been having, was too much. Besides, he was almost late for a dinner with Arianne and her parents. "You're good, kid, I promise. Gotta run, though. The thing with Ari's folks is tonight." She gave him a sympathetic glance, knowing his fiancé's father made Micah nervous. "You'll be fine, bro," she said, kissing him again before straightening his shirt. "I'd drag you along, if I didn't think the judge would count it as another strike against me." Micah knew Ari's father wanted Dakota, but he also knew that the judge resented Dakota for being prettier than his daughter almost as much, it seemed, as he resented Micah for having the nerve to propose to her. "Aw, M. You know I'd love to come get under his skin a little for you. Meeting Ry in an hour or so, though. Where's tonight's little dinner party, anyway?" "Oh no, brat. You aren't gate-crashing. You and Ryan go have lesbian funtimes," he waggled his brows as he said it, knowing it'd make Dakota blush in spite of herself. "Meet me at Ray's around midnight, and I'll tell you all about it." "Can I—" "Yeah, brat, Ryan can come." He picked up his keys from the pub table where they'd started their conversation, leaning down to accept his sister's offered kiss before he walked out. "Have fun, Mikey baby!" Dakota called out, just before the front door slammed behind her departing brother. - A little over three hours later, Dakota lay squirming on her girlfriend's bed, moaning that "Baby, we have to go soon." "It's only eleven, D. What'd Mike say?" "He—ah—he said—fuck!" "I'm almost sure that wasn't the invitation," Ryan teased, punctuating each syllable with a thrust of two of her long, slim fingers into Dakota's swollen, wet pussy. "Bitch!" Dakota tried to scream it, but it ended up half sigh, half moan. Still, it earned her clit a slow, deep tonguing that was at odds with the frenzy of Ryan's fingers fucking her. She loved it. "Pretty sure that wasn't it either," Ryan said, dipping her head for another taste of her girlfriend's pussy, letting Dakota guide her with a hand in Ryan's long, small dreadlocks. "A—oh!—around midnight!" It came out a scream, as Ryan began licking in earnest just as she tried to answer. Ryan added a third finger to her pussy and slid one into her ass, watching as the hand that wasn't forcing her face deeper into her girlfriend's cunt dropped from her nipples to the already tangled bed sheets. "Oh shit! Oh shit! Ooooh!" Dakota's screams tapered off to a slow moan as she tried to catch her breath. She screamed again as Ryan fingered her pussy and ass harder still, bringing on another, smaller orgasm. "Okay," Ryan said, lapping up the juices flowing like honey from her girlfriend's well sated pussy, "I think I'm ready to go." "Yeah, and I think I'm ready to go to sleep. Talk to Mike and let me know tomorrow?" Ryan just grinned, pulling Dakota to her feet and guiding her to the shower that was right across from the bed in the cramped studio apartment. They climbed into the small space, kissing and touching as if the past few hours hadn't been spent releasing tensions from a week that'd been hectic for both of them. After a bit of teasing and Dakota's quiet proclamation that she thought she'd live, the girls climbed out and dried each other before dressing. Ryan put on a lacy bra that hugged her plump tits like a second skin, followed by a tank top that emphasized her athletic shoulders and arms, and added denim shorts and ballet flats, accentuating the long legs she knew her girl loved so much. Dakota put on a pair of boy shorts from Ryan's drawer and gathered her scattered clothes, a half shirt and torn leggings. She threw her Chucks back on and gathered her hair into a high bun, then looked at the two of them in the full length mirror Ryan had hung over the bathroom door. Ryan was a full eight inches taller than Dakota, and between her confident bearing and a body that fell somewhere between lingerie model and volleyball player, she looked like an Amazon. Her smooth peanut butter brown skin and girl-next-door prettiness only added to the effect, seemingly softening what could be an overwhelming presence at times. - Ray's Diner was a twenty minute walk from Ryan's apartment and in an area nearly always filled with partying college students, but their last little interlude had almost made them late, so they took Ryan's silver Celica to keep from taking too long and worrying Micah. Even though they only halved the travel time, between pedestrians and parking, Ryan was relieved to not have to deal with drunk frat boys first coming on to, then lashing out at them. She was more relaxed than she'd been in days, and while she wouldn't have been opposed to an altercation before Dakota showed up that night, spending time with her always took the fight out of Ryan. "Hey girls!" Shaina, the owner's wife and their favorite waitress, called out when she saw them. Micah looked up, then waved them over to his booth, where there were already two strawberry shakes and a basket of sweet potato fries waiting for them, in addition to his half eaten burger and chocolate mint shake. Dakota just grinned as she sat down, while Ryan uttered a quick "Thanks!" as she slid in next to her and grabbed a handful of fries. "So?" Asked Dakota, impatient, now that they were at the diner, to know how the dinner had gone. "Well, the judge had to leave early to fly back to San Francisco, so I just took the ladies out for tapas." "So I guess I shouldn't take the other half of your burger?" Ryan asked, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly as she reached for her shake. Although having a vegetarian girlfriend had influenced her in some ways, no way was she giving up her mom's carnitas, her dad's rare T-bones, or Ray's incredibly juicy burgers. Micah grinned and pushed his plate her way, his need for real food mostly satisfied. He wouldn't mention that he'd also finished a plate of fried mushrooms before the girls had arrived. "So, so sad." Dakota said, harrumphing at her carnivorous brother and increasingly omnivorous girlfriend and crossing her arms. So what, her addiction to strawberry shakes and cheese fries were keeping her from going vegan. They were still ridiculous, she thought as she grabbed her brother's untouched pickle from his plate. The two were still laughing at her theatrics when she spoke again. "So, wedding talk, I'm guessing? Please tell me I'm not gonna have to wear puke pink ruffles or anything." "Well, no vomit couture, but Bridget thinks it's a good idea for you to fly up a few days early with me and get to know Ari's friends." "Are they—never mind, what do you think?" She stopped herself from refusing on the grounds that the friends might be as spoiled as the fiancé, but she was not into the idea. "I really think you should do it, D. I know you two don't have a lot in common, but I would like my favorite girls to get to know each other." He knew he was asking a lot, but thought it might save them all some stress down the road. "Okay. Let them know I'll come. Can I bring—" "Of course, assuming you can get away." He looked at Ryan as he said it. She nodded and grasped Dakota's hand underneath the table, massaging away the tension brought on by the prospect. It wasn't that Ari was a bad girl or anything, and Dakota knew she really did care for Micah. She was just so damn self-centered, and it got under Dakota's skin and anyone else's who had to be around her for an extended period and wasn't in her immediate circle. Dakota sighed. She'd do it if Micah wanted her to. Besides, if Ryan could come, she'd at least survive with her sanity mostly intact. She smiled. Even though the wedding was still months away, she was glad, in a way, to have something to worry about other than her own current problems. "Need anything?" Shaina asked, pulling the little group from the thoughts they'd all become lost in. "I think we're good," Ryan responded, looking at the decimated remains of the food that had been on the table half an hour before. "Just hanging out before the club crowd gets here." As she said it, a group of four obviously drunk guys sat down two booths away and started talking about the hot little redhead and the cute "homegirl" with her. They didn't see Micah scowl, but when Dakota reached over to touch him, hoping to diffuse his temper, which had always been quick when it came to her, one whistled and wished out loud that he was that lucky a bastard. Thinking it wise to leave before the rest of the drunks showed up to cause trouble, Ryan stood, pulling Dakota with her. Micah paid, then followed the girls out. "I'm gonna crash with Ry. You good?" Dakota asked him, feeling like she needed some one-on-one time with her brother that wasn't dominated by her problems, but wanting to wake up to her girlfriend, which she didn't get to do very often. "I'm good. Breakfast at home?" "Sure. Some folks don't even feed a girl before kicking her out in the morning. Hmph!" Ryan just rolled her eyes, amused, as always, by Dakota and Micah's byplay. They hugged him goodbye and took off, grateful, despite what either would admit out loud, that Micah had saved them some stress by walking them to their car. Ryan could handle herself, but it was nice to just avoid the BS completely sometimes. - At breakfast the next day, Micah had agreed to talk to his friend Trevor, Dakota's new prospective boyfriend, to help ease her nerves and suggested that she talk to Ryan about coming over for a meet-and-greet the following evening. The guys had apparently had their talk not much later, because Trevor called Dakota as she was making her lunch and asked her to meet him for dinner that night. He'd seemed willing to finally meet Ryan, after avoiding it for nearly three of the six weeks they'd been going out. She figured she'd need to do a little more work on his nerves, in order to make sure there were no issues the next night when everyone got together. Besides that, she wanted to see him; they hadn't been able to sync their schedules in nearly a week, and she missed him. Trevor was more intense than anyone she'd ever been with, and although it got to be a bit much sometimes, his passion for life was exciting. His passion for her—well, it was stimulating in a different way altogether. Dakota decided to shop a bit for her date that evening. Since she and Micah only lived about six blocks from her favorite shops downtown, she spent some time working on a website she was designing for a local band Ari had introduced her to the week before. Whatever else she thought about her brother's fiancé, Dakota had to admit the girl had connections. Four o'clock found Dakota in her favorite lingerie store, looking at bras and wondering why all the cutest ones on the rack seemed to skip from 30D to 34D, with her size nowhere to be found. She didn't have the problem often, as her size wasn't the most common, but it seemed fitting to her that it would happen on a day when she had plans. After a long, fruitless search, aided by one ineffectual salesgirl and her more knowledgeable boss, she decided to go for something different from her usual satiny push-up and had more luck. In the end she chose two bras: a black mesh balconette she knew Trevor would love and a girly vintage one in peach, which she knew Ryan would prefer. Her search for matching panties—a thong for Trev, boy shorts for Ryan—was simpler, and she'd finished checking out before she got around to wandering why she felt the need to do for Ryan whenever she did anything for Trevor. Dakota's girlfriend was the one person in her mixed up world who didn't need any reassurance about her position. "Babycakes! Love the hair." Dakota started at the half-shouted greeting from Angel Brooks, a makeup artist she'd befriended while working retail in college. His platinum blond hair and monochrome black attire spoke to the drama inherent in nearly everything he did. "Oh my—Wow, Angel! How are you?" She grinned and hugged him, thinking it'd been too long since they talked. "Baby, there isn't enough time or enough wine here for that discussion. Never mind me, how are you and Mr. Goodbar doing?" "Really, Angel?" "Really what? The man is chocolatey delicious." Dakota couldn't do anything but laugh at her friend. She'd wondered, after she and Trev had run into Angel on a movie date, what he'd thought of Trevor, and she supposed this was her answer. As crazy as Angel was, she couldn't blame him for his comment; Trevor was fucking hot. She'd have to tell him about Angel's little nickname for him. As unnerved as he got at the thought of meeting Ryan, Trevor was perfectly cool with Angel. At least she knew it was a her thing and not a gay thing. She sighed, then caught herself. No worries tonight, D. "I'm headed to Dolcetti to look for a date dress, actually. You busy?" "Birthday shopping for my sister. Since this is her third thirtieth birthday, I think it can wait." "Cool. Froyo after? Me and Trev aren't meeting up 'til 8; I should have plenty of time." After a quick evaluating glance at her hair and a longer, more speculative look at her face—Dakota didn't wear makeup, but he'd love to show the girl how gorgeous she really was—he replied, "Sure, honey. Let me do your face tonight, and I'll even buy." Dakota's face brightened. It wasn't her thing, but she was trying to make tonight special for Trevor and hopefully keep his mind off of tomorrow. This could do it. "Sure." "You little food whore! Is that all it would've taken all this time? An offer to buy?" He tittered. They'd eaten together before, and he'd proposed the same bargain before. She'd refused twice already—he'd really asked as more of a joke than anything this time. He so fucking loved his luck sometimes. The two arrived at the boutique fairly quickly, chatting and giggling their way back to the dressing rooms, where Angel summoned a clerk, told Dakota to undress, and announced that "if it's cute, short, and a size—what, four?—I'll bring it to you." Dakota just nodded and did as she was told, a bit surprised that she was having so much fun. Two dresses and a pair of fuck-me-pumps later, they left the amused salesgirl and picked up their yogurt. Between talk of Angel's new boyfriend, Dakota's fervent avoidance of her own romantic situation, and mutual excitement about work successes, the friends planned Dakota's look for the night: she'd wear the black lingerie she'd bought with Trevor in mind and top it with the short navy halter dress she'd gotten and her new stilettos. Her makeup, Angel proclaimed, would remain top-secret until she was ready to go. He speculated that if she distracted Trevor enough, he wouldn't have time to get nervous; although she'd been having the same thoughts herself, it gave Dakota a boost to hear someone else voice them. Maybe this would work after all. Into the Blue Ch. 01 Carefully Jared twisted the rope around the cleats, securing his yacht to the mooring. It wasn't easy doing this task alone but he had no choice. At their last stop Susan had decided that sailing around the world was not for her. Not with Jared anyway. In his mind Jared thought he should feel empty and sad without her but his heart didn't think so. Even looking around the yacht at the places she had liked to sit and the trinkets she had left lying around didn't seem to affect him. The yacht felt a little empty but it had an expectant air as if she knew that there was someone coming to fill the empty spaces. Looking around the harbor he saw several yachts like his. Neat and well looked after. This island was a mecca for sailors and divers alike. People came from all over the world to sun themselves on these beaches and explore the coral reefs beneath the blue ocean. He planned to stay here for a while, do some diving, meet some people and maybe even someone who was interested in crewing with him for a while. Even though he was on a general course around the world Jared had fallen in love with the South Pacific and had lost the urge to move on. Instead he dallied around sailing from island to island exploring beaches, bars and reefs. The warm temperatures and the blue ocean made it feel as if summer would go on forever. He lowered his tender into the water. "Time to go meet the locals," he spoke to no-one in particular. Since Susan had left he found himself conversing with the boat. He thought about getting a dog but somehow he just never got around to it. Once ashore he wandered through the streets of the village, locating all the important things; markets, café's and bars. It was mid-afternoon and nothing much was happening so he made his way down to the beach. Crushed coral crunched under his feet as he strolled along. The brilliant white beach rolled gently down to turquoise water. Coconut palms fringed the beach. Jared found a shady spot and sat watching the yachts bobbing against their moorings. In the distance a dive boat made its way towards the jetty. He looked forward to meeting the occupants later and maybe organizing a dive or two over the next few days. Further down the beach, island children played in the water. Their white teeth glowed against their brown skins. He closed his eyes for a moment thinking that if there ever was a paradise on earth that he had certainly found it. As his eyes opened he noticed a woman making her way out of the water. With elegant grace she waded through the water. Her hair hung in dark honey colored waves around her face and over her shoulders. For a moment he frowned, wondering where she had come from but his mind was distracted by the sight of her walking up the beach towards him. Beads of water glistened on her tanned skin, trickling down into the bikini that covered her pert breasts. Her nipples pressed against the fabric like two tiny fingers trying to escape. His eyes followed the droplets running down her smooth belly to a line of fine dark hair that protruded from the tiny triangle of fabric between her legs. As he stared at the bewitching triangle of fabric Jared felt his cock stirring. Thoughts of what he would find if he moved the fabric aside filled his mind. He imagined stroking silky hair as he moved his fingers downwards towards the damp pussy between her smooth thighs. Unconsciously he licked his lips thinking of the sweetness of the juice in her pussy. The girl walked up the beach and sat down next to him. The spell was broken as her body neatly folded into a sitting position on the beach beside him. Painfully aware of his throbbing cock he was forced to look at her face. "Hello," her voice was unusual. It was melodic but strangely, it made him think of the sound of the ocean when he was diving. "Hello," he held out his hand to her. "My name is Jared." She took his hand solemnly between hers, "My name is Nicola." He looked deeply into her eyes. They were a brilliant blue, not the turquoise of the water close to the beach but deeper navy like the ocean further out. "Nice to meet you Nicola," he smiled. "You have amazing eyes." She laughed, he listened intently. Why did everything about this woman remind him of water? "Well it is nice to meet you too Jared." She glanced downwards. "You have amazing shorts." Normally a comment like that would embarrass him but somehow with this woman everything seemed natural. No matter what she said or he did he felt completely at home. They chatted for hours about his life and passion for the ocean. She was a keen diver and they enthused about the world below the ocean. He forgot his plans to head back into the village to explore the bar and have an afternoon drink. Almost without him realizing, the whole afternoon had passed by and he found himself watching the sun sinking over the horizon. As it does in the tropics, darkness fell quickly as if someone dropped a blanket over the light. The coral that formed the beach seemed to glow slightly in the darkness and the sound of the unseen waves reached his ears. He thought vaguely about making his way back to the village and finding some dinner but somehow he didn't want to get up. Nicola had watched the sun go down quietly and now even though she wasn't talking he could feel her sitting beside him. Her hair gave off a faint smell of the sea and he could feel the warmth from her body. Without warning he felt her hand slipping inside the waistband of his board shorts. His cock had been lying quietly as they had talked and watched the sun go down but it sprang instantly to attention at the feeling of her tentative touch. She pressed against him and he realized that she had slipped out of her bikini top in the darkness. Without thinking he bent down to take her nipple between his lips. It was firm but as his tongue flicked softly over the end he felt it stiffening even more. With his other hand he reached out to tweak the other nipple gently between his fingers. A soft gasp fell from her mouth to his ears. Inside his shorts her hand tightened around his throbbing cock. He pulled her down with him as he lay back on the beach. Her breasts brushed his chest and her hair fell around them as she leaned down and kissed him. Her lips tasted like the sea, clean and fresh with a little taste of salt. He pulled back and licked the taste from his lips for a moment. Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her mouth onto his. He kissed her deeply probing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Her body melted against his; the hard nodes of her nipples pressing into his chest and her legs wrapping around him. He ran his hands down her back and slipped them into her bikini bottoms gripping her tiny, firm butt cheeks in the palms of his hands. She ground her groin against his upper thigh moaning softly against his kissing lips as he pressed her against him. After what seemed like an eternity she broke free and sat up looking down at him. A half-moon in the sky above them outlined her faintly as she looked down at him. He caught a glimpse of a mischievous smile as she bent down and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. Obligingly he raised his hips and she slipped the garment down, pausing for a moment to untangle it from his cock. The night air slipped around his freed member cooling the heat that had been building up. For a few minutes she looked down at him as she ran her palm over the velvety skin. Shivers ran up his spine and he moaned a little in pleasure at her feathery touch. Then the cool of the night air was dismissed by her lips sliding over the head of his cock. Involuntarily he thrust his hips upwards into her mouth as she flicked her tongue over the tip. With one hand she cupped his balls moving them sensuously through her fingers as she sucked on him going deeper with each movement. After several weeks living alone the feeling was intense. His mind reeled to think that the first person he had spoken to, after being alone for this time, was such a beautiful woman who could give this much pleasure. He felt his cock sliding down the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and he stiffened at the pleasure of her throat constricting around him. It didn't deter her and she moved her head up and down running her lips along his cock. His hands were twisted through her hair as he gently pressed her down onto him. All too quickly he felt the orgasm coming and he desperately wanted to stop it. He wanted this moment and the pleasure of her to last forever. She sensed the change in him and moved her head faster as he tried to make the moment last. Her whole body undulated as she sucked his cock as if she were craving his cum. With a loud groan he emptied himself into her mouth. Like a starving woman she greedily drank it down, carefully licking the last drops from his softening cock as if she didn't want to waste any. When she was satisfied that he was perfectly clean she snuggled against his side tracing her fingers around his nipples. "Thank you," his voice was hoarse in the moonlight. "You're welcome," she spoke quietly her whisper blending with the sound of the ocean nearby. He lay her gently on the sand and sat up. "My turn now." He bent to remove the triangle of her bikini from her slender hips. She gave a little giggle as she raised her butt off the beach to allow the scrap of fabric past. He pressed his fingers into the hair between her legs, savoring the texture of it. His finger eased inside the outer folds of her pussy exploring softly and slowly. Her legs fell apart slightly inviting him in further and he responded pressing his fingers between her warm folds to the hard node of her clit. Teasingly he gave her clit some feather light strokes making her hips buck in response. He bent down and slipped his tongue into the top of her slit inhaling the salt-sea smell of her as he did so. His fingers, coated by the juice streaming out of her, slipped easily inside of her as his tongue sought out her swelling clit. He pressed inside her, marveling at the way her muscles contracted firmly around him. His tongue swirled around her clit without touching it fully, teasing it out of the hood of skin covering it. With his fingers he pressed firmly against the little ridges of skin over her g-spot. As she arched and bucked against him he felt her fingers curl around his hair and press his head against her. Juice was streaming out of her and he slipped his tongue in beside his fingers for a moment to taste her salt - sweet juice. He felt a flicker in his cock responding to her arousal. Hungrily he returned his attention to her swollen clit; he wrapped his lips around her hard node and sucked gently. His fingers pumped in and out of her pussy which was clenched tightly around him. Her moans were louder now but they were both past caring. He sucked her clit a little harder, craving her release. Then he was rewarded. Her body tensed and a small stream of fluid gushed out of her as she came. The muscles of her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers as he drank his fill of her. Juice ran down his chin and covered his hand but he didn't care. The taste of her was addictive and he longed to pleasure her again just so that he could drink some more of her. She pushed him away as she lay there almost glowing in her pleasure. Then completely to his surprise she pulled him on top of her. "I need cock," she panted. "I need you to fill me up with that gorgeous cock." Without hesitation he thrust his hard throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him pressing him into her. Even though she was wet he could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing him. "Fuck me hard," she spoke through gritted teeth. He obliged grunting with pleasure and effort as he pumped into her. She made small animal sounds in response to his vigorous thrusting squeezing her muscles tightly around him. He felt himself close to coming again but this time he fought it harder. He wanted to enjoy this slippery wet pussy that clamped around his cock for as long as he could. He pulled out of her and turned her over so that she was bent on all fours with her sweet round ass pointing at him. He had completely forgotten they were on a public beach. Right now all that he was aware of was her; the musky sex smell of her pussy and her smooth toned body. He slammed his cock into her feeling her juice welling up around him. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Holding her hips he pumped into her, his thighs making a slapping noise against her butt. She cried out and her back arched as she climaxed again and he joined her with a loud groan pumping his cum into her. The world stopped for a moment as he clasped her tightly against him before they collapsed in a heap on the beach. They washed themselves in the ocean before dressing again. She picked up a sarong that was hung on a tree a little way down the beach. Jared thought hard. He honestly didn't remember seeing it when he had walked past that tree that afternoon. He tried to think if he had noticed her walking along the beach towards him but he couldn't remember. "So what are your plans for tonight?" She linked her arm through his and cuddled up to his side. "I don't really know." Jared was surprised at the familiar gesture but it gave him a warm feeling inside. "I was thinking of finding a bar and having a few drinks and a bite maybe." "Mind if I tag along?" she asked casually. "I have been travelling by myself for so long now. It would be nice not to have to walk into a bar by myself for once." In his heart Jared couldn't help but agree. It would be nice not to be the guy sitting by himself at the bar for once. They found a casual bar that was starting to fill with young people and made their way inside. Within five minutes they were part of a group of divers enthusing about the creatures that they had seen that day. This was what Jared had come here to do. For the first time since Susan had left he felt like he was in the right place. After a few drinks they ordered food. Jared found himself watching Nicola. Even though they had talked the afternoon away she had been mysterious and evasive about her history and personal details. He wanted to get to know her but somehow she was keeping him out. It enticed him more. Who was this mysterious woman who sounded like water when she spoke and laughed? Where had she come from? Surely she couldn't have materialized out of the ocean but it seemed like she had. She ordered a plate of oysters and he watched her eating the slippery morsels. Delicately she lifted each shell to her lips before tipping the contents into her mouth with obvious sensual pleasure. The way she closed her eyes when the oyster slipped down her throat reminded him of the way she had closed her eyes when he had penetrated her earlier. His cock stirred at the memory and suddenly he didn't want to be in this bar with these people. The thing he wanted most in the world was to take her back to his yacht and worship that beautiful body. Their eyes met across the table. He felt her feet stroking his leg under the table. A sly smile played across the table as her foot travelled past his knee and with great skill massaged his cock into a throbbing erection. He watched as she slid down in her seat disappearing under the table. Around them people talked and laughed. A tiny woman beside him started an animated conversation about the dive spot she had discovered today. Automatically he nodded and agreed with her, asking details about fish species he was not familiar with. It was all he could do not to gasp out loud when he felt lips clamped around his cock. He gripped the edge of the table as he forced himself to concentrate on the conversation with the woman beside him. Surprisingly he found himself looking at her body. Little details like the rise and fall of her breasts became obvious to him. He noticed her full round lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss her. What was he doing? Underneath the table he felt a tongue stroking his cock in long slow licks. The lips slid down his shaft slowly and sensuously. He took a deep breath fighting the urge to reach under the table and shove the unknown head right down onto his belly. All he wanted to do was lean back in his chair and enjoy the pleasure being given to him. He desperately wanted to focus on the warm sensation of this mouth and give in to the urge to fill it full of his cum. Suddenly the sucking stopped. A stab of disappointment went through him but he shook his head to clear it and refocused on the woman beside him. She seemed a little perturbed by him and he remembered staring at her breasts earlier. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head, "Man I am tired. It is so good to be anchored tonight so that I can get a good night's sleep." "It must be hard sailing all by yourself like that," she smiled at him and put her hand on his knee. Jared looked into her eyes and wondered. She was cute. Those tits would look hot bouncing up and down on her as she rode him. Nicola popped back up on the other side of the table, "Found it," she brandished a fork. Jared looked over at her and she gave him a sly wink. Casually she patted her belly, "I am so full. I think I might go take a walk." "I think I might come with you." Jared stood up from the table. He reached down and placed his hand on his companion's shoulder. "I will see you tomorrow then?" "Yes," she smiled up at him. "We leave around 8.30. You should have time to organize your tanks and stuff before that." "OK, see you then." He made his way towards the door, following Nicola. Her antics under the table had enticed him. But then so had the woman sitting beside him. This wasn't like him at all. Normally he was too shy and awkward to approach any women but somehow, here in this magical place of endless summer, the women were all throwing themselves at him. He studied Nicola's back as she walked. She had this liquid kind of grace that he had never seen before. Her tiny butt seemed to beckon to him, making promises of exotic pleasures hidden within. With a couple of quick steps he caught up to her, "You wanna come back to the yacht with me?" he nuzzled at her neck and slipped his hand inside her bikini. She turned to him and kissed him fully on the lips sucking his tongue into her mouth. "I thought you would never ask," She whispered against him. They made their way down to the jetty. As he piloted the tender across the water she sat beside him, kissing his neck and teasing his nipples with her fingernails. It was all he could do to focus on steering the boat. He felt as if his cock was going to split his shorts. At the yacht she scampered nimbly up the side in front of him. He caught a slight scent of her musky arousal as he followed her up the ladder. They shed their few items of clothing as they made their short way across the deck into his cabin. In the doorway he paused as he took in the sight of her sitting naked on the edge of the bed. A dim light gleamed on her skin making her look ethereal. He stepped up to her and kneeled between her legs. With one finger he stroked her pussy feeling the wetness coating his finger. The musky scent of her was stronger. He rested the head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy as she lay back on the bed. Her legs were wrapped around his waist pressing him against her. He resisted sliding himself into her slowly aching to pound her hard, knowing that she wanted the same thing but resisting as much as he could. When his cock was buried deep inside her he paused, looking down at her perfect breasts and her wild blonde hair spread around her. He felt her clenching her pussy around his cock willing him to pump into her but he resisted for as long as he could. Into the Blue Ch. 01 He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth. Sucking the node firmly and grazing it slightly with his teeth. A small moan came from Nicola's mouth and her hips bucked up towards him. Involuntarily he gave a small thrust of his own before regaining control of himself. He turned his head to the other breast and took the nipple and part of the breast into his mouth. He bit more firmly straining against his desire to fuck her hard. Her legs were like a vice around him. She moaned, "Please fuck me." He raised his body and gave in to both their desires. Grinding his teeth with the intense pleasure of her, he pounded into her. Her breasts bounced in time with his thrusting and her head thrashed from side to side. She screamed out her pleasure to the night. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer but the sight of her pleasure made him want to keep going all night. Finally he gave in. With a groan he pumped his cum into her welcoming pussy. He felt her tighten around him welcoming his cum into her. He collapsed onto the bed beside her exhausted, but extremely happy. Into the Blue - A few minutes after eight, Angel rushed out of Dakota's room—holding the door closed behind him and ignoring her shouts of "Are you serious? Omigod, don't!"—and interrupted Micah and Trevor, who were talking quietly in the living room. "Ahem!" He waved his hands and waited for the guys to quiet down. Just as they did, Dakota knocked on her side of the door. Hard. "Gentlemen, it pains me to tell you that my speech will have to wait for another night." She knocked again. "But I'm delighted to present to you the belle of the balls—ball, I mean, Ms. Dakota Blue!" He knew she'd get him for the "balls" comment, but he couldn't understand, with the way Trevor's gray slacks and baby blue shirt complemented his mocha skin and large, muscular frame, how Dakota had kept from giving it up for six whole weeks. He also wondered how she managed to live with a man as gorgeous as her adopted brother and not blur the lines a little, but that was a subject best left unbroached. When Angel released the door after a short dramatic pause, Dakota rushed out. Yeah, she wanted to impress Trev and—she could at least admit it to herself—Micah, but she didn't do trapped well, especially not for long enough to let Angel flirt as much as he seemed to want to. She noted, as she slowed her pace, that her brother had gotten up and was halfway to her bedroom door, ready to rescue her, as always. God, she loved that man. "Damn, girl!" Trevor's exclamation pulled Dakota from her reverie and prompted her to do a little spin, to better show off Angel's hard work. "So you like it?" She batted her eyes, getting caught up in the playful drama of the situation. At Micah's eye-roll, she broke her cutesy routine and threw one of her rings at him. "Thanks, brat. Ari will love it." She flipped him off, then walked over to get her ring back from him. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, thanking him for his whispered "beautiful." "Wait, wait now, you aren't down south anymore." Angel knew they were playing, but he couldn't read Trevor's expression. Whatever it was, he didn't think it was good. It was almost like the guy was jealous of her brother. "Kiss my 'down south,' Angel," Dakota responded, laughing. "No thanks, chica, but..." He let that thought drift off, not sure how the guys would respond to his flirtation. Sensing that the tension had dissipated for the moment, he hugged the still chuckling Dakota goodbye and saw himself out. Dakota finally approached Trevor, thinking this night might just work out after all. She sat on his lap and looked up at him. "We ready?" "Sure. You know you're beautiful, right?" She blushed. "You're sweet to say so. I'll pass the compliment on to Angel." "Not the makeup, you. It is nice, though. Different." "Thanks, baby." Dakota responded, smiling appreciatively at him. He really was a sweetheart when he wasn't being such a difficult son of a bitch. Micah stood watching the two, willing himself not to be jealous. This was his sister, for fucks sake! "He's right, brat. You're gorgeous. Have enough fun for me tonight." It took everything in him not to glare as the two rose to leave. "Staying in tonight?" Dakota stopped at the door, hoping her brother wouldn't be spending another Saturday night studying alone. "Ari's bringing pizza and a movie." "Awesome! Have fun, Mikey." She giggled as they walked to the elevator, in too good a mood to entertain the thought that studying alone would've probably been preferable for more than a few moments. She grinned up at Trevor, who'd heard enough about Ari to get the reference, and pulled him down to kiss her. She didn't let him up for air until another couple got on four floors down. "Well, good evening to you too." Trevor could see what Dakota was trying to do—subtlety wasn't her strong point—and he was determined to enjoy the night and worry about what the next one might bring when that time came. - Trevor took her to Tokyo, a new Japanese restaurant she'd been wanting to try. Although Trevor was more of a meat and potatoes type of guy, Dakota had to admit he tried to cater to her likes most of the time. She sometimes felt like his efforts were a part of the chase for him, but she chalked that up to being out of the dating game for a little while. Even though she'd only been with Ryan for a year, things between them had happened so differently that she couldn't really count that as having been wooed. It was mutual and nearly instantaneous between them. With Trev, it'd been much more a case of him moving to develop a mutual interest that Dakota probably wouldn't have pursued on her own. All the same, she was glad she'd gone for it, especially on nights like this, when tomorrow didn't seem to matter. Okay, so tomorrow matters. Just don't freakin' dwell, D! She smiled, oddly happy when she realized how quickly her inner voice had gone from sounding like her own nerves to sounding like Micah's calm reassurance. Thinking of him always did that for her, although she managed to avoid pondering the reasons why. "What you thinking, babe?" Trevor smiled, glad that she seemed to be enjoying the evening. She looked calm, and for once, he felt sure she was fully focused on him. "Just wondering what you've got up your sleeve. You still haven't told me where we're going." Trevor just grinned, mentally thanking Micah for telling him that Dakota's favorite singer was playing a set at a small bar downtown later that evening. He'd been planning to take her, but had given Trevor the tickets at the last minute, figuring it was worth missing the show to help ease some of the couple's tension about the next night. "To my place. Where else?" "Mhmm, if you say so." She'd found the tickets a few days before, while doing Micah's laundry, but Trevor didn't need to know that. She was thrilled to be going and didn't see the harm in letting him think he'd surprised her. "Okay, so I might've been planning to stop somewhere for a glass of wine and a dance or two. You can't blame me for wanting to show off the prettiest girl in town." He was full of it, but she smiled. Just as she was about to dispute his prettiest girl comment—stupidly, because her tone would've revealed that she had Ryan in mind—the waitress arrived to take their orders. "You're sweet." She took his hand and gave him a sultry look, biting her lip for added effect. "It's true and you know it. Don't front." She giggled. "Ooh, baby, what year is it?" He shrugged, and she laughed again. They teased back and forth in that manner until their food arrived, then settled down a bit to eat. "What do you think?" She asked not long after he'd taken his first bite. She really hated the thought of making him do things he genuinely disliked. "It's different. Not bad though." Somehow, Trevor had let Dakota talk him into trying sushi. No one else had managed it in the three years he'd been in San Diego, but the girl was persuasive. She smiled at him, slowly licked her lips when he continued to gaze at her, then resumed eating. "How's the website coming, the one your new sister found you?" "Don't be an ass, Trevor." She laughed as she said it, knowing tonight wasn't the night to get huffy over Ari. "Okay, okay." He grinned at her—he couldn't be too sweet, or she'd realize he was still weirded out about the next night. "How is it, though?" "Really good, actually." She was smiling for a different reason now: This was some of her best work, and she was excited about it. "Making a few requested tweaks to the design they selected. We meet again Tuesday." "Cool, my first paper is due Tuesday. Want to grab a bite when you get off, help each other decompress?" He hoped by then, dinner wouldn't be the only way they relieved tension together. "Can't. I already pro—" "It's cool. Maybe another night." Of course, she'd already promised her girlfriend. Ryan had called dibs on everything before Trevor ever came along. He smirked involuntarily. "How about I cook for you? I'll even make you meat." Realizing he'd overreacted to thoughts of Ryan again, he forced himself to smile. "Sure, baby. What works for you?" "Are you free Thursday? Maybe after your last session?" She knew he trained clients after class every day except Friday, but she'd already made weekend plans with Ryan and didn't want to cause more negative feelings. She really hoped he'd calm down about Ryan once they actually met each other. "Sure. My place?" "I'll hit the store after work and stop by around eight?" "Pick up my card first, or I can go for you." "I don't mind, baby." She softened it with a smile. She knew he was used to girls who expected him to take care of everything, but she could work with him on that issue, as long as he didn't keep pressing her on Ryan. "Okay, Ms. Independent." It was different, but he liked that she sometimes treated him. Just so she didn't try it that night, he could deal. She smiled. She hated that damn song, and he knew it. His sense of humor sometimes reminded her of Micah's, and she loved it. She didn't care to examine why. Trevor's teasing had gotten them back to light flirting, and they continued it as they finished dinner. After he'd paid, he checked the time; he had twenty minutes to get her to the show on time. It was at Speakeasy, a bar a few blocks away from the restaurant. They walked there hand in hand, arriving just as the night's performer was announced. "Omigod, baby! Amel Larrieux?" She thanked him the best way she knew how, by pulling him down for a deep kiss before they sat down at their table. It had been reserved, which Dakota took to mean that she owed Micah yet another "thank you"—he'd dated the bartender there for a while, and the two were still friends. She smiled even brighter, reaching for Trevor's hand as she turned to listen to the singer address the small audience. - "Baby, that was the most glorious two hours of my life! Thank you!" She jumped into his arms, kicking the door to his apartment shut behind her. "Damn, girl!" He caught himself before he could tell her that she'd been missing out. That had slipped out once before and caused their first argument. He just shut up and let her kiss him, enjoying her gratitude more and more each second. Trevor steered them toward the couch with one hand buried in Dakota's fiery hair and the other gripping her plump ass. With her legs wrapped tightly around him, she could feel his cock hardening. She ground her hips and kissed him harder, turned on by the excitement of the evening and his passionate response to her. "Mmm, Trev!" As they sank into the plush leather, Trevor trailed kisses down Dakota's neck. She arched into him, grabbing his shoulders when he tongued the sensitive base of her neck. "Yeah?" He was enjoying this. They'd made it this far before—he felt like a kid again even thinking of it that way—but there'd always been some distraction, and she'd never gotten this hot, this quick. "Mhmm. Oh!" Dakota bit her lip. He was scraping his teeth lightly between her ear and her collarbone, further stimulating skin he'd just made tender with his kisses. He reached for the tie of her dress, looking at her as he did so. Still wearing a dazed expression, she nodded. He pulled, then released her just enough that her dress could fall. He licked his lips at the sight of her fair areolae in the sheer bra, his nostrils flaring as she slowly dropped her hands from his shoulders to rub her turgid nipples. He growled low in his throat when she gripped the o-rings that pierced them and twisted. "Fuck, you're hot!" He covered her hands with his own and increased the pressure slightly, watching her face contort with pleasure as she unconsciously ground her wet pussy onto the hard cock she'd shied away from twice before. She really was fucking hot; he could feel her heat and wetness through her soaked thong and his now damp slacks. He slapped her hands aside—she'd let it slip before that she liked being dominated, and he wanted to see how far she'd go. He didn't get off on hurting girls, but he wouldn't mind taking charge of her teasing little ass. She moaned has he slapped her tits lightly, then harder, before finally scraping each nipple with his teeth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—" It was a litany as he pushed her bra aside and took both nipples into his mouth, biting down lightly. She gripped first his shoulders, then her own ass, needing to feel any added sensation she could, so close to coming it hurt. Feeling how close she was, Trevor released her breasts and kissed her hard, gripping her throat gently as he slid first one long, thick finger into her dripping cunt, then another. "Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfu—" Her chant became an incoherent scream as he finger fucked her ever harder, and it trailed off to silent cries when his hand slid from her throat into her curls, exposing her neck for nips that soon became harder bites. She was rolling her hips now, riding his hand as her clenching pussy pulled his fingers deeper and she felt her thighs begin to shake. Trevor growled deep in his throat, choking her lightly again as he whispered to her, occasionally nipping her earlobe. "You gonna come for me?" She moaned her yeses, her pussy steadily coating his fingers in assent. "Yeah?" He slid a third finger inside her, groaning as he felt her pussy clamp down tighter still. "Yea—ohhhh!" Her head was thrown back and her cunt was gushing like a waterfall. "Oh. My. God. Fuck!" She was motionless, except for the tremors that hit when he withdrew his fingers, and again each time he touched her bare skin. He shifted her just enough to unzip; he hadn't intended for their first time to be like this, but he was past the point of restraint. They'd come close to this moment so many times, and all Trevor really wanted right then was to be inside Dakota. He gripped her hips, pulling her close, teasing her still sensitive clit with his throbbing cock. When she began grinding her hips, matching the rhythm he'd set, Trevor lifted her, sliding his hardness into her slippery pussy as slowly as he could stand. She was so damn tight. Dakota moaned, thrilling at the way Trevor stretched her. She leaned back, gripping her own nipples as he bottomed out. She bit her lip at the mix of pleasure and pain, then shook her head slightly when he began to lift her again—she needed a minute to adjust to this monster. Her pussy clenched as she thought it, and she slowly began to ride him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she settled against him. He let her control things for a minute, both hands gripping her plump ass as she slowly undulated her hips, her moans soft and sexy in his ear. She took him deeper on each stroke, rising and falling against him softly, then steadily harder. She moaned louder when he turned and kissed her neck, then cried out when he bit her there softly. He slapped her ass then, light spanks turning to hard smacks as she rode him faster, her slick folds gripping him tighter on every impact. "Fuck me," she panted. He stood, lifting her legs over his shoulders. He gripped her hips, bouncing her on his cock, fucking her harder the louder she screamed. He backed her against the wall, adjusting his grip on her so he could wrap one big hand around her throat. Her pussy clamped down, juices flowing. She was incoherent now, pleas and curses blending as one orgasm faded into the next. He fucked her harder still. "Sounds like someone needed some cock." "Mmm..." "Yeah?" He slowed down enough for her to catch her breath. "Yea—yeah!" He thrust deep as she tried to answer, sending her over the edge again. "Oh fuck! Fuck. Yes. Just. Like. Tha—that!" Her orgasms were smaller now, but steadily coming, one after another. He was close, her tight cunt milking his cock. He groaned low in his throat, fucking her hard and deep. "Mine!" Trevor growled the word. He shot his load deep inside her, incognizant of her shaking her head and hoarsely begging him not to. Dakota breathed deep, still coming down from her own orgasms as he released her, slowly sliding her legs to the floor. She slid down the wall, waving his hands aside as he tried to hold her up. "Baby?" He reached for her again, backing up when she seemed to shrink into herself. "D?" He worried that he'd hurt her, or worse yet, that she already regretted what they'd just done. She shook her head. "Please take me home." What the? Screw worried, he was pissed. He wouldn't be the one to start the argument he was sure they were about to have, though. "It—this was—I mean, obviously it was good, but we shouldn't have—you shouldn't have—Never mind. I can't do this right now. Please take me home." "Fine." - She sent him a text before bed, telling him they needed to talk, and asking him to get there early the next day. She knew it was selfish not to say what was wrong, but she needed to process. This wasn't supposed to happen; it almost felt like cheating on Ryan this way, even though Dakota knew her girlfriend wouldn't see it that way. She hoped they could all make it through the next evening relatively unscathed. She'd figure out the rest—morning-after pill included—after that.