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The Lakehouse Ch. 01

By: songnstory



Bryan Jensen's family built a rustic but spacious house on a lake. His father drafted Bryan to help with the construction so often that we used to joke that he was secretly in the National Guard -- "one weekend a month and two weeks a year." Now that it was finished, we got to reap the rewards of his hard work, as the scattered members of our high school circle gathered there for four or five days every summer. The lot was large enough and wooded enough to provide some privacy from the homes on either side, and the houses across the lake were too far to constrain midnight skinny-dipping.

This year -- my junior year of college -- the crowd proved to be a little thin. Out of over a dozen friends plus some significant others, only eight managed to plan around family trips and internships to make it to our lakeshore reunion.

Bryan was there, of course. In high school he had few friends outside of our circle, and that probably made keeping everyone in touch a high priority for him. He was the self-appointed group organizer, so that even though some of us lived out-of-state, we all knew what everyone was up to and when these little reunions would take place. Before there was Facebook, we had Bryan.

Though a couple of years older than the rest of our group, Keith always seemed happier with us than with his peers. He had mild Aspergers before any of us had heard of the syndrome, but we recognized his quirky humor even if we didn't always get the jokes. Most of us were geeks of one sort or another, and life hadn't quite beaten down our fun sides, so he appreciated our acceptance even as we appreciated him making us feel well-adjusted. 

Gina was even older than Keith and hadn't gone to high school with us. She went from acquaintance with similar interests to hangout buddy to an adopted member of our inner circle of friends. She worked at the library while planning for grad school, but that waiting phase already stretched a year. The progress of Gina's life arrested after graduation, and soon her friends would move past her. But this summer she had still tasted more life than the rest of us. 

Rebecca was bright but exceptionally shy. While most people completely overlooked the mousy girl, she really opened up when in the company of our close-knit group (though to be fair, she only went from "exceptionally shy" to "fairly shy"). Because she seldom stood up for herself, we all took up for her. In college she had the dreaded freshman experience, losing her virginity to a junior who broke up with her a week after the deed. Everybody else in the group harassed the jackass for the rest of the year, calling him at all hours of the night, plastering rude bumper stickers on his car, even posting photos of him around town ("Jack Spence, gonorrhea test subject: please return to study or forfeit your $25", "Wanted: Jack 'Littlepecker' Spence, for crimes against freshmen girls" ). If one thought of this clique as a family-of-choice, she would be our little sister.

Kristin was a bit of a free spirit. In four years she had made the rounds with all the boys in our cadre, and somehow managed to stay the best of friends with everybody. Much of what I learned about women's bodies, I credited to her. 

Rounding out the weekend's participants were Lisa and Marc, who had driven in from out of state. They'd been together since middle school, and everyone expected them to marry before finishing college. Their occasional fallings-out had been the source of much drama within our circle, but at the moment they were happily lost in their own world.

Tuesday

This bright afternoon saw most everyone splashing away around the dock. Lisa and Marc were the only ones absent; because of school pressures, they'd seen precious little of each other for the past month and had hardly left their bedroom since supper last night.

We were in Day Two of the lakehouse retreat. I preferred the second day, as a rule. The first evening was an excited, almost frantic flurry of superficial updates on each other's' lives, and calls of "what should we do first?" By the second day, the initial thrill had worn off, replaced by contentment and a touch of boredom. This was the time of relaxed conversations, deeper delving about life and love, and generally relearning who we all really were.

This afternoon, however, I was feeling restless and not overly sociable. My latest relationship had ended suddenly nearly a month ago, and I wasn't in the mood to discuss it, even with my usual confidantes. I sat on the dock, watching my friends cavort, while Keith -- who didn't like the water -- nattered on about a disagreeable review of his latest favorite sci fi movie. Half listening, I realized that the lovely and barely-clad women in front of me were having an increasingly-visible effect on my body. Draping my towel casually over my arm to cover the embarrassing bulge in my swim trucks, I said, "I think I'll raid the fridge and chill for a bit. See you later." 

"Sure," was all Keith had to say, his attention suddenly diverted by who-knows-what was going on in his head. I was thankful he stayed put.

With my flip-flops popping, I walked up the hill and then up the stairs to the porch which ran the length of the back of the house. Near the stairs was the door to my room; Marc and Lisa's room could be accessed from the far side of the porch, and in between the bedrooms was a sliding glass door to the dining room. I ducked into my room and closed the glass door. Without ceremony I kicked away my shoes, shucked off the swimsuit, and flopped backwards on my bed, feeling the sweat chilling in the cool dimness. The vacation retreat was so far under capacity this weekend that everyone who wanted privacy got their own room. Last summer, I shared this room with a girlfriend -- the one who dumped me... No, I wouldn't go there. I pushed her out of my mind and replaced it with images of my nearly naked friends. Especially Kristin. My hands reached down and began to do their work, grasping, tugging, fondling. I imagined Kristin -- with whose firm body I was already intimately acquainted-- joining Lisa and Marc in their hideaway on the other side of the house. I didn't let my fantasy unfold slowly, but cut to the chase; I wanted to finish before people wandered back to the house. If I was lucky, I would have time to cum twice so my cock would behave itself this evening. But first thing's first -- as I pictured Marc taking Lisa from behind, with Kristin underneath them both, I felt the familiar tightening in --

A sound intruded from outside. With the blood rushing in my ears, I couldn't tell exactly what it was. I glanced over at the door. The curtain was half-pulled back -- a careless error on my part. I listened, automatically reaching for a pillow to cover up with. Hearing nothing, I started to return my attention to my growing needs. 

And I saw, on the planks of the porch, the damp outline of two flip flops -- formed by a pattern as if someone stood, dripping by the door. Worse, there was a smudge on the glass -- a sunscreen-laced noseprint. Jumping up, I stepped to the door, grabbing a towel off the floor to wrap around my waist. Peeking outside, I saw a light trail of water droplets leading to the sliding glass door to the dining room.

One of my friends had been watching me masturbate. I was embarrassed to say the least, and too unsettled to finish what I'd begun. The person, whoever it was, was in the house -- should I find her (or him?), fuss at the peeping Tom, or apologize and ask them to forget about it? How much could be seen? My room was dim compared to the glare on the deck, but why kid myself? The peeping Tom had stood right in front of my door, peering in; they had to have seen enough to keep their unseemly interest. As I worked up the courage to face whoever it was, thumping on the stairs told me the rest of the crowd was back from swimming. I looked up, but unfortunately I couldn't get a clear enough view through the half-obscured doorway to make out who was there and who wasn't. 

I listened to people heading to their various rooms. When I again heard voices in the living room, I put on some cut-offs and a t-shirt, and went out. Bryan was heating the grill, and Gina sautéed some vegetables. By suppertime, even Marc and Lisa joined us, freshly-bathed and looking a suspiciously content. 

Throughout dinner, I kept glancing around, searching for a guilty look or knowing smirk. After the dishes were cleaned and the leftovers put away, folks settled in for Trivial Pursuit. In between rounds, I wandered outside to get air, hoping the peeping Tom would corner me and be done with it. The voyeur didn't bite. By the end of the second game, I'd decided to call it a night.

Despite my afternoon's embarrassment (or maybe because of it), by the time I returned to my bedroom I was again hard and aching for release. With the curtain fully closed and the light off, I knew no one could see me now. Dropping my clothes in a pile, I felt my way to the bed and settled in to relieve my need. 

I hadn't truly begun when I heard a tap on the glass door. Crap! Not only was I a little addled by lust, but my clothes were on the other side of the room. The curtain was not so tightly woven, and a light would reveal the outline of my nudity to whoever was outside. I stumbled through the dark to the door, keeping most of my body shielded behind it, and opened it just enough to get my face though.

In the bright silver moonlight stood Rebecca, wearing a pale nightshirt. 

"Is everything okay?" I asked, concerned but hoping to be left in peace.

"Can I come in?" she replied in a low whisper. I saw her flinch when I spoke; she clearly didn't want to be heard.

"I was just going to sleep," I lied in a quieter voice. "It's not a good time."

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"...Yes."

"Please, Nathan, let me in. I have to talk to you. About... this afternoon."

So that was it. She was the one. I opened the door, still using it as cover. Guided by the shaft of moonlight, Rebecca silently crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. She remained there, with eyes downcast, fidgeting. I closed the door, plunging the room into nearly total darkness. I felt my way to the bed and crawled to the head, leaning against the headboard. Though she couldn't see anything, I still put a pillow in my lap. We sat in silence. Gradually, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I could just make out her motionless form. 

"I'm sorry." She whispered at last. After a pause, she added, "I didn't mean to...look. I came up to get something to drink and I just sort of looked through the door without thinking." By the tremor in her voice I knew she was upset -- probably mortification at what she'd done, or at voicing her deed aloud. "I... couldn't stop looking. I know it was wrong of me. Can you forgive me?" Her plaintive tone melted my heart. 'Becca was a sweet girl, always caring. She was also rather innocent -- the one who had to have innuendos explained, and always turned the cutest shade of crimson when she finally understood. 

"'Becca, it's okay. I'm embarrassed, sure, but I should have closed the curtain. I'm more worried about you. I don't want this to be between us." I waited for her to speak.

"Can I ask you something... really personal?" her whisper dropped until I almost lost the gist of her words. 

"Considering the circumstances, I don't see why not."

"Why..." she stopped, I could almost hear her struggling for words. "I heard you say you were going up to rest or something. Were you...thinking... about doing that? When you went up?"

I sighed to myself, which she mistook for irritation. I cut off her automatic apology.

"Yes. I haven't been with anyone for a few weeks, and things build up. Watching all you girls swimming around, it just made me need to... let off some steam. You're all are very attractive. It just happens. Don't let it upset you."

"I'm not upset," said the voice in the darkness. "Did you...finish?"

"No. I kinda lost my train of thought after I saw somebody had been at the door." 

After a pause, she spoke again, her voice hitching. 

"Are... are you... in need now?" What could I say to that? Between the afternoon's interruption and the current conversation, I felt ready to pop. 

"Yes. Very much so."

My eyes were adjusting to the darkness; in the filtered moonlight, I saw the faint outline of her face as it turned to me, of her cotton clad body as she eased up towards the head of the bed. My breath quickened. She came to rest beside me and reached out until her hand bumped my thigh. She lay her warm palm against the skin. 

"Please," she whispered. "will you let me... help?" 

Her tender plea easily overwhelmed any reservations my horny body could muster. I tossed aside the pillow. With maddening deliberation, her hand drifted up my thigh until it wrapped itself around the base of my manhood. Slowly, gently, she moved up its length until her fingers closed around the head. I moaned, softly as I could manage. 

"I'm not very good at this. I don't know what I'm doing."

"You're fine, Becca. It feels...very good." Covering her hand with mine, I showed her where and how tight to grasp the shaft, and helped her begin a steady pumping. Already I could feel the tension building. My eyes alternated between watching the girl's quiet concentration and watching the small pale hand gripping my member. The sight only brought me quicker to the finish.

"It won't be long," I murmured. And it wasn't. My breath caught, my body stiffened, and the sharp wave crested. 

I sagged into the bed with a ragged exhalation. I could feel the wet splotches on my chest and stomach, and her hand still grasping me. 

"Was that okay?" she whispered.

"That was just what I needed. Thank you," I said with a sigh. She said nothing, but held me as I deflated. 

"Would you like me to help you?" It seemed proper to return the favor, setting aside the fact I would enjoy exploring her body immensely.

"No, I'm fine," she said quickly, pulling her hand back as if burned. "I've... got to go." She stood soundlessly -- the beds weren't the most comfortable, but they were sturdy and nearly creak-free -- and then paused. I saw the pale figure turn back to me. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" 

"It's our secret," I affirmed. I couldn't see, but imagined Rebecca sagging with relief. 

"Goodnight," she whispered. "See you in the morning."

Slowly, she opened the door. I watched the silver light spill across her face. Then she was through, and the room went dark again. I was left to clean up and wonder about the implications of what had just happened. The girl who, as far as I knew, hadn't so much as kissed a boy since halfway through her freshman year had come into my room and asked to bring me off. Why? And why me? Answers eluded me until sleep claimed me sometime after midnight.

The Lakehouse Ch. 02



"Zara? Earth to Zara...hellllllooooooo?"

"hmmmm? sorry" Zara had been engrossed in the novel she was reading. She'd stumbled upon the amazing library in the house a few days ago, and found some Kafka she hadn't read. She put down her book to peer at Ash who was lazily flipping through a magazine on the floor of the family room.

"I was saying... I need some life...I'm getting bored sitting around the house all day. What do you say we drive into the city and stay at our place there for the weekend?" 

"Ummmm, actually, that sounds like a good idea...what did you have in mind?"

Ash's eyes narrowed "Wow, that was quick. Usually, I have to drag you out. Anyway I'm not complaining, and before you change my mind, here's 'what I had in mind': I was thinking a movie and then we hit the clubs. I hear Threshold's playing at one of my favorite clubs, so I thought we could stop off there."

"Ooooh, you just want to ogle that guy...what's his name? Oh right...Josh. Honestly, refresh my memory; why am I your friend?"

Ash smiled and happily said "Because you're the coolest gal on the planet. A really sweet gal who will join her friend tonight..."

"Fine, but I don't have anything to wear."

Ash squealed and jumped up to hug Zara "Dahling, since when was that ever a problem. You're at my house and we're the same size. It's a no brainer. You know, for someone so smart, you sure act pretty stupid."

"Heyy, don't push it" Zara growled, but she was smiling as she got up and followed Ash to her room. It'll be good for me to get out, have some fun, do something unusual. This past week has been so confusing. That kiss...I will not think about it, it'll just get me tense Zara thought to herself.

After Alex had kissed her, they'd avoided each other. She'd never had a problem like this before--she was a quiet person. She'd been too quiet to be noticed in high school, and in college she'd had Ash to help her along. She'd only just learned how to have a relaxed conversation with a boy. Zara was confused, so she just let things stand and spent the week reading and relaxing.

********

They'd arrived at the club before the band went on, so the two wandered over to the bar to relax and chat for a while. Ash had gotten a sam adams, but Zara, preferring to stay sober--one of them had to drive tonight--opted for a mineral water and turned to skim the crowd. She stiffened when she saw Jake and Alex making their way towards the bar. 

"Ash, you didn't mentioned the guys would be here" she said casually, but Ash only glanced over and replied,

"Oh yeah sorry. Jake called me while you were in the bathroom at the movies and I suggested they join us....ooooh look they're about to start." The club manager was standing at the mike;

"Men, you better watch your girls....folks, make some noise for Josh Zrastoff of Threshold!!!"

Ash squealed and disappeared into the crowd to dance with the guy she'd been chatting with, so she didn't notice Zara violently start and look up at the man on the stage.

She glanced back toward the bar tender who smirked and said "too weak?" referring to her mineral water.

She nodded "Give me a shot of the toughest stuff you got"

"You got it lady" There was no way this little girl was gonna be able to knock back the shit he had stocked up. Well it would be funny to see her try and she looked like she needed some courage. He handed her a glass and was shocked when she threw it back with a practiced hand that trembled somewhat. 

"Give me another"

In a somewhat respectful tone the bartender replied "Sure thing miss."

******

Alex groaned when he saw Zara sitting at the bar surveying the crowd "Jake, you didn't tell me the girls were gonna be here"

His friend grinned "Yeah, and plenty of other girls...what, scared of showing innocent Zara what a player you are?"

Alex reluctantly smiled back. Yeah, he had dated girls--no deep relationships, just casual, nothing special, not since Amanda. But he wouldn't think of that now. Jake was right though...there was no reason to avoid Zara. Things had been awkward between them this past week. Maybe he should patch things over, although he still didn't know why he'd given her that kiss. It wasn't like he hadn't kissed before. On the contrary, he'd hooked up often enough, but this was different. She was so innocent and new; something to explore. And she didn't seem like the type of girl he'd normally, casually date. Never mind. He shifted his gaze to Zara. 

She looked good in black leather pants and a v neck top that showed a little bit of cleavage. Her hair was not down, but was straight and drawn back in a high ponytail. She was wearing only some burgundy lipstick and mascara. She looked good. Better than good, she looked sexy. 

He was still thoughtfully looking at her when the band was announced. He frowned when he noticed Zara pale, as if she'd seen a ghost, and even from this distance he could see she was trembling. She turned to the bartender and he handed her something which she tossed back without a problem. Alex's eyes narrowed. Now this was interesting; where did innocent Zara learn to knock back shots like that? Alex started to make his way towards her when a busty blonde fell against him. It took a while for her to get the hint, but he was soon rid of her. Still, it was enough time for Zara to have disappeared by the time he got to the bar.

******

Zara had noticed Alex coming towards her. I cannot deal with this right now, she thought. After her fourth or fifth shot (she was starting to get a little hazy) she thought maybe there's no relation; but Zrastoff isn't a very common name. She lost her train of thought when a guy asked her to dance. She said yes, and after another shot, she escaped into the crowd. 

Zara was sandwiched between two guys. She didn't know what she was doing, only that she had to hide. She was already feeling ill--she'd had some more to drink during breaks--and everything was slightly hazy. When she looked up, she saw Josh staring at her from the stage. Quickly she glanced down and stumbled away from the two men muttering that she needed fresh air. She tried to run away but only succeeded in tripping and falling. Strong hands grabbed her and roughly pulled her outside.

Zara twisted around to see who it was and breathed a huge sigh of relief when she was met with Alex's worried eyes. She slumped into his arms, muttering incoherently before blacking out.

******

Jake had found Alex earlier and said he was taking Ash home because she'd had too much to drink. It was a little past midnight. He'd handed Alex his keys saying he'd take Ash's car and telling Alex to bring Zara home. Alex had spent the past hour searching for her. When he finallly did find her, he saw that she was drunk, disgustingly drunk. She'd been dancing, but there was something wrong. She hadn't seemed to be enjoying it. Nonetheless, she'd looked hot, with sweat gleaming on her body and her clothes sticking to her. It was only as he caught a glimpse of her eyes when she stumbled away from the two men that he realized something was wrong. 

There was a wild, panicked look. She was scared. Alex didn't know why, but he was suddenly worried and when she fell, he'd rushed to grab her and haul her outside. When she collapsed in his arms, he swore, and picking her up took her to the car.

Somehow he had woken her up long enough for her to change and after making sure she was safely in bed he'd taken a cold shower and climbed into bed. But he couldn't sleep. He couldn't get her frightened eyes out of his head. 

He wasn't nearly as surprised as he should have been when she screamed. 

He jumped out of bed and rushed into room to find her huddling in her blankets, shivering with fear. 

"Zara, Zara baby, it's just a nightmare, it's ok, everything's fine." He was unsettled when she looked at him and started blathering

"I didn't want to, please, I'm sorry. Zrastoff, no, wait....please" she whimpered but Alex soothed her. He reckognized the name but tucked it away for later. He gathered her in his arms, holding her like a baby, cuddling her close and rocking her. He soothed her, murmuring softly, his lips on her hair. When she looked up at him, he was relieved to find a semblance of control in her sleepy eyes. She turned her head into his chest, and fell asleep. 

Alex chuckled to himself. What a predicament. With a sigh, he stood up and carried her to his room, depositing her in his bed before climbing in himself. She cuddled up to him and putting his arm around her he finally fell asleep.

********

Alex awoke to two enormous grey eyes regarding him curiously.

"What time is it?"

"About five am."

He groaned, adding "and how's your head?"

"I think I feel a headache coming on" Alex chuckled.

"Alex?"

"Hmm?"

"Why am I in your bed?"

"You don't remember anything?" Alex sounded surprised, but then corrected himself, "you were pretty far gone. Anyway, all I know is you were drunk and then you had nightmares, so I brought you here."

"Oh" They lay in silence a while, too comfortable to move until Zara shifted to look up at him,

"Thank you" she whispered before she pressed her lips to his in a brief, chaste kiss. Hesistantly she moved her mouth towards his again, and he responded, gently, moving his lips over hers, and running fingers through her silky waves. This time, he did not pause at her sigh, only deepening the kiss, taking advantage of her parted lips to dip his tongue in to her mouth. Slowly, the kiss built in passion, Zara lifting her hand to Alex's face while she enjoyed the kiss. Definitely a good kisser she thought. 

When Zara pressed against him, Alex rolled on top of her, keeping his weight on his elbows and lifted his face away for a moment. Zara was breathless, her eyes questioningly looking at him from beneath her lashes. He groaned and dipped his head once more to taste her, this time sliding his hand under her shirt.

Zara gasped when he touched her nipple, but she was beyond stopping; she allowed him to take off her shirt. Alex leaned back to take off his shirt and paused to survey the beauty in front of him. "You're amazing"he said before bending his head to her nipple, taking the hard nub in his mouth and suckling gently. Zara cried out and arched her back, pushing against his mouth, her hands moving restlessly across his back, her fingertips tickling him. He moved to the other nipple as his hands delved down, towards her heat. 

"You're so wet" he whispered, amazed, running his fingers along her dewy folds. Zara could not speak; when Alex found her clit and rolled it between his fingers, she moaned and moved against him. He glanced up and their eyes connected; his eyes were dark with passion but there was a spark of something there, Zara was too deep in her passion to identify it. Alex saw her beautiful eyes glazed over, gold flecks standing out from the grey. Slowly he slid a finger inside her and then another, rubbing her pleasure nub with his thumb. He moved his mouth away from her breasts, kissing and nipping her neck as he worked away at her core. 

Zara came with a cry, her eyes closed thinking only of her and Alex; there was nothing else, she was in oblivion, his mouth on hers to muffle the cry. After the last shocks had receded, Alex cuddled her close, his hand rubbing her back. Zara mumbled somthing as she drifted off and Alex caught the last few words his eyes widening at the implication; "...gentle, not like Zrastoff and mommy". 



The Lakehouse Ch. 02



After our showers, Ali and I made some lunch and decided to sun ourselves at the dock. The boathouse has running water and a small kitchen area, mostly for cleaning fish, but also had a fridge for keeping wine and beer cold, so we put some sandwiches in there, and got a couple of chairs out so we could enjoy the sun. Though the dock is private, the cove is not. Often on weekdays it is deserted enough that I sunbathe topless, but on weekends there are usually too many people around, and the neighbors all have kids, so I keep covered. This being the Friday of our long weekend, I felt it was safe, so once I sat down, I untied my top, and hung it on the top of the chair.

When Ali took off her beach wrap, she revealed the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. Two strips of black material covered each nipple, and a third strip covered her labia, her pubic hair sticking out of the strip in all directions. When she sat on the chair with her legs together, much of it was hidden, but when she even slightly parted her legs, the strip of black material almost completely lost in the fray of hair.

"Wow, that's some suit you're almost wearing! When the guys get back, Jay's dick will jump right out of his pants and start humping your leg like a randy dog!" I said at the sight.

"Well, you're sitting here topless!"

"True, but you didn't know that when you put that suit on. Have you ever worn it in public?"

"Yeah, a couple of times on the beach, but I stay covered until I am lying down. Then no one says anything...but it's fun to watch the guys walk by with their wives or girlfriends and try to get an eye full without getting caught!"

We settled in and I watched the activity on the lake. There were boats pulling skiers and jet-skis and the occasional pontoon "party" boat moving along, though no one came too far into our cove. About 11:30 or so I saw our boat come into the cove and slow as he approached the dock. Jay expertly slid the boat into the boathouse, and I covered up to stand and go in to greet them. Ali stayed on the dock.

The boys had caught the night's supper - a couple of good sized lake trout, and Jay set right in to clean them and wrap them and put them on ice for later. Once we cleaned up, he grabbed a couple of beers and a couple of chairs and we headed out to the dock to join Roger and Ali. When Jay got a look at Ali in her tiny bikini, he nearly dropped his beer. I'm sure it was the sudden rush of blood from all other extremities toward his cock.

I could see on his face the confusion of whether to say something, or not, not being sure what I would say, or what Roger would say. Ali simply smiled at him, then looked at me with an "I see what you mean" look.

Jay was just staring, his shorts starting to tent. He quickly decided he needed to change his focus.

"So, what did you girls do this morning?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"We caught up on old times!" I said, with enough tone in my voice to give Jay an idea of what I was talking about. "You have to remember, we haven't seen each other like this in years! I mean, for a nice long weekend like this!" I quickly added.

Roger had moved a chair next to Ali, so I moved my chair to the other side of Roger, leaving Jay's only option to sit very close to Ali. As he maneuvered his chair, I could see that his gaze found the third strip of material, and could see just what it did *not* hide, and I saw the tent pole in his pants move again. I caught his eyes as he looked my way and I raised my eyebrows at him to say, "Yes, I do know what she's wearing - just barely!"

Jay sat down and cracked open his beer, quickly taking a good drink. I knew he was trying desperately to get his mind somewhere other than his crotch, and the very skimpily clad, sexy woman sitting within easy reach of him. I couldn't let that happen.

"Ali, you want to help me serve these guys their lunch? I'm sure they're hungry after all morning on the lake!"

Ali smiled at me and started to get up. She put a leg on either side of the chaise lounge chair she was sitting on, a move which opened her legs so that only the slimmest part of her labia were now hidden by the tiny strip of material. Jay's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, and he pulled the cold beer in toward his crotch in a desperate attempt to cool himself off. She stood, turning her thong "covered" ass in his direction and planted a big kiss on Roger, then strutted her stuff to the boathouse fridge with me.

Around the corner, she broke into laughter as she heard Jay say, "Damn, Roger, I'm sorry to stare, but she seems to be just pushing it all right in my face!"

We heard Roger's voice in a low reply, too low for us to hear, but I was guessing they were working up a play for us with each others permission. This was almost exactly what I had in mind in asking Ali to come into the boathouse.

Forgetting lunch, I grabbed a couple of towels and spread them out on the bow of the boat, grabbed Ali, and kissed her on the mouth.

"So, you're OK with me fucking your husband? I need to know now, because I won't be able to stop things in a couple of seconds. I want to watch Jay fucking you, and I want to come all on your husband's cock while I'm watching - but only if you're OK with it!"

In answer, she simply reached up and untied my suit, letting my small tits again peek free of material. She kissed each nipple wetly, then blew cool air across them, making them stand up. 

"Roger just loves perky nipples!"

"OK, then...Jay! Roger! Can you come help us please? It will *definitely* take both of you to help!" I said, trying to sound like I was still needing help with lunch, and not like I was playing temptress.

When Roger rounded the corner first, and saw me standing there topless, he stopped in his tracks, and Jay walked right into him.

"Jeez, Roger, you coulda warned me!" he started, then he stopped and stared once he saw the scene. I reached over to Ali, and grabbed her ass, then grabbed her bigger boobs from behind.

"You boys see anything you like for lunch?" Ali said to them. As they stepped onto the boat, I let go of Ali and walked right up to Roger, whose swim trunks by now were moving with his impressive tent pole underneath. Ali, in the meantime, walked up to Jay, and immediately pulled his shorts down, letting them drop around his ankles. His beautiful cock, at full attention, now visible made me stop. I watched as Ali wrapped her hands around it, pulling him upward. She kissed him full on the mouth and I could see him glance my way. We always caught one another's eye as we started into any swinging experience, kind of a tacit "OK" between us.

I smiled and blew him a kiss, then turned to Roger, and wrapped my arms around him, grinding my bikini-covered crotch into his, feeling his hardening penis push against me. He kissed me on the neck, and then kissed his was down to my tits, taking the hardened nipples into his mouth.

"God, I like perky, stand-up nipples!" he exclaimed as he licked, and sucked his way from breast to breast. I loved the attention and I was melting at his kisses, but I *really* wanted was to sink his prick deep into my pussy, so I pulled up on his head, and kissed him on the mouth, and I pushed his trunks to the ground. His prick sprang free and I ran both hands from the tip of his head down to his balls, and back up to the tip. 

He closed his eyes and his head rolled back, and I gently pushed him down onto one of the towels. As I straddled him, I untied the bikini bottom, and sank down onto him. Though I loved the look of his cock and I was quite anxious to give him a good blow-job, I just had to have him in me. I held his prick just right so it slid into my cunt with a single motion. I sank all the way down on him, and ground my pussy on his hard prick, feeling the heft of his shaft on my clit. I put my hands on his chest and pushed myself up and down on his cock.

I looked over to see what Jay and Ali were "up to", and I could see that Ali was playing with Jay's hard prick and fondling his balls. Jay, meanwhile was kissing Ali's breasts, squeezing them together and enjoying the heft that she had, but I did not. I could see the pleasure on his face, and maybe a little twang of jealousy knowing that I could not give him that. It didn't last long, though, as Roger was moving and pushing under me and I knew that soon I was going to be coming on his big tool, and coaxing his big load into me.

I focused on the rising tide of my orgasm, and I rode Roger's cock, feeling every inch filling me up. With each down thrust, I gripped his prick with my pussy, and each time I moved up, I nearly slipped him out, only to push him deep into my cunt again. Finally with a last push, I clamped onto him as my orgasm hit me. I felt his prick twitching into me as he moaned that he was coming. My pussy was bathed in his hot come as he spurted again and again. I collapsed on top of him, grinding my crotch into his.

I felt a kiss, but knew that it was not Roger, and I opened my eyes to see Ali's face in front of mine. I kissed her back and she smiled at me.

"Nice job you two!" she said.

"I quite agree!" I heard Jay say from behind us, and then I felt his hands on my ass.

"I promised Jay a good titty-fuck, but only after he cleans you two up!" Ali pronounced.

I think Ali thought she was "getting" Jay to try something in return for a tit-fuck, but I knew that he would seriously get off eating me out after sex, even if it was another guy's come in me. I also knew that he would have few qualms about cleaning up Roger's dick, especially if it was covered in my pussy juice, which, of course, it was!

I felt his hands pushing my legs apart, and he kissed my rosebud and then licked at my pussy, which was still stretched around Roger's softening cock. He hungrily lapped up the come that had oozed out, then tugged on me to get me to roll over, off of Roger. I lay back on the towel with my legs splayed out, and Jay nuzzled into my sopping pussy, pushing his nose into the folds of my cunt, and giving me a low growl, so I knew he was enjoying the musky smell of semen and pussy. With his fingers, he pulled me wide open and as a big gob of Roger's come slipped out, he immediately slurped it in, then ran his tongue into my pussy, deep, running it around and getting all of the come he could find. He kissed and licked and slurped around my bush, then turned to Roger, who was leaning on his elbows watching this, his cock now flaccid and dangling between his legs. Jay moved over and gently took Roger's prick and licked the length of it, then took it into his mouth to clean off the juices still damp on him. Then he licked Roger's balls and did a similar job of slurping around his pubes and cleaning up any remaining come.

Then he abruptly turned to Ali, and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue running around her lips. I saw her tongue, too, flick into Jay's mouth as they both enjoyed the flavors and smells.

"Now, for my reward!" he stated. Ali smiled a wicked sort of smile and pushed him back. She took his very hard cock in her hands and stroked him gently, and lowered herself over him. Her breasts hung down, and she grabbed them and wrapped them around Jay's prick, enveloping him in her soft fleshy mounds. Jay thrust his hips back and forth. When he pushed forward the purple head of his cock would "pop" out from between her tits, and she would dip her head and give his dick a quick lick.

I quickly scrambled over, and also took a lick when he popped out again, and soon Ali and I were taking turns at it. At some point I heard Ali gasp, and realized that Roger was hard again and was playing with her pussy with his cock. I left the titty-fuck to Ali and Jay, and slid down between her legs and began to play with Roger's prick and Ali's pretty pussy.

Then I heard Jay's voice get very high, which I knew meant that he had only about 5 seconds before he would let loose a torrent of come, something that I wanted to watch, so I moved back to look. His head popped out once more, then once again and when he did, he spurted out a long, thick stream of semen that hit Ali under her chin. By his next squirt, she lowered her head and opened her mouth. Much of this shot went into her mouth, but some on her cheeks. She pulled aways slightly, so that the next couple of shots were "caught" in her cleavage, and then his orgasm receded into a few dribbles.

I started in toward his flagging cock to clean him up, but there was Roger, beating me to it. He took Jay's cock into his mouth and sucked as the last drops of come were oozing from the tip. I, instead, started licking under Ali's chin, where the first thick glob had landed, and I followed whatever come traces I could. Roger and I "met in the middle" both licking up the pools of come from Ali's tits, licking and sucking on her nipples. 

From there, I continued down to return to Ali's pretty pussy, she being the only one who didn't get to come yet. As my kisses reached the top of her pubic mound, Jay had recovered enough to be spreading her legs wide, and the two of us started to kiss and lick her entire crotch area, first one of us licking from her clit to puckered rosebud, then the other. Soon Roger joined us, too, and the three of us covered her with kisses and probing tongues and probing fingers. 

Ali was writhing on the blanket, the boat rocking in its slip, and finally she screamed that she was coming and none of us were stopping, until she finally said, "No, no, enough! I can't take anymore! Oh, come here, all of you!" beckoning for us to move up and accept her kisses, and it all ended in a 4 way kissing fest.

As Ali and the boat steadied, I looked at my husband and our naked friends and couldn't help think what wonderful adventures awaited us back at the house, with a hot tub, large showers and an even larger bed!



The Lakehouse Ch. 02



Wednesday

I was gently rising to the surface of consciousness when my watch alarm grabbed me by the scruff and yanked me upwards into the morning. Dragging on my cutoffs and an old t-shirt, I staggered out of my room. Half an hour later, I was sipping coffee in the kitchen, waiting for the frying pan to heat up. It was my turn in the meal cooking rotation, and I hoped my partner would show up before anyone else stirred; I figured we had things to talk about.

And here she came. Becca tiptoed in and made for the fridge. I heard a stilted "Good morning" from behind the magnet-bedecked door as she grabbed the carton of eggs and peppers. She then began slicing the vegetables with more concentration than necessary.

"Rebecca," I said softly.

"Hmm?" she replied vaguely, still not looking up.

I stepped over to her, speaking low. "Folks will be up any time now, so the sooner we talk, the better."

The knife ceased its chopping. She took a breath.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I can't imagine what you must think --" She stopped mid-sentence as I put my hand over hers.

"I think... you did something very nice for me. I'm not sure why it happened, yet, but I don't think any less of you." I felt a slight tremor in her arm as I continued. "It...took care of things that really needed taking care of. But then you left. I couldn't help you back, we couldn't relax and talk, so I'm a little confused."

"I can't answer you. I mean, I don't really know why. I just thought...I don't know. I never did something like that before." Even though her head was down, I could see her face go read through the curtain of her brown hair. I wondered what she meant exactly. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but surely she'd touched a guy before. Before I could say anything else, I heard someone coming up the stairs. Time was up.

"Don't worry about it right now. Just enjoy the day." I kissed the side of her head and went back to the stove to start on the bacon.

Wednesday Afternoon

The day went much the same way as before, except for the early afternoon thundershower which kept everyone indoors or on the covered patio. A few folks played boardgames, then wandered off to read or listen to music. The lovebirds were cloistered away, but even they came out now and then for some social time. And everyone, at some point, found themselves with one or two friends in light or heavy conversation. I was reading a novel on a lounge chair after lunch, feeling sluggish, when I glanced up and saw Rebecca leaning on the railing, looking at the rain-gray lake. I glanced around. Most everyone was inside, all out of earshot.

"Hey," I said, " why don't you take a load off?"

With studied nonchalance (or so I guessed) she drifted over and, ignoring the scattered chairs, stretched out on the picnic table. We talked for a while about school-- a safe enough subject. I was dying to know what was going on in her mind. As the conversation lulled, I saw her gathering herself to get up; if she had meant to say something, clearly, her nerve failed her. I needed to act, so without thinking it through, I opened my mouth and some words popped out.

"I don't know what you want to do," I began, and saw her freeze, tensed. "But my door to the deck won't be locked tonight. Anyone who wants to can walk right in." She hesitated, not looking at me, and then quickly stood up and walked into the house.

Wednesday Evening

Gina's stirfry was delicious as usual, and the easy banter among my dearest friends was quite up to expectation, but I couldn't completely relax that small knot of tension in my stomach. I was sure I could have come up with something more subtle, more low key, more politic. I had meant to say, "Come up and talk. Come up and hang out." Okay, that's what my mind would have set. But I was still a guy, and as a guy, even the most altruistic intent would come out sounding like, " I liked the hand-job, babe; come up tonight and do me again." I wondered if that ass Spence sounded like that.

But chewing on my shy friend's behavior would have wasted the evening. A glass of wine (yes, we were snobs) and an after-dinner exchange of shoulder rubs with Kristin mellowed me out enough to enjoy the gathering.

The evening light faded, and everyone mellowed. The lovebirds retired to their nest, and I took that opportunity to excuse myself as well. Amid cries of "Wimp!" and "Old Fart!" I defended myself: "Next time I pull breakfast duty, I'll wake all a' you, and see how late you want to stay up." As I made my way out, I cast a sidelong glance at Rebecca. Her eyes were fixed elsewhere.

A few minutes later, I crawled under the covers, feeling the sheet slide across my bare skin. The hall door was locked; the porch door was cracked open. The room was dark except for the dim, warm light of a candle on the nightstand. With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, I waited. It was entirely possible that I'd blown it. I'd proved men, even friends, are schmucks, and sex could make an easy friendship awkward.

Half an hour crawled by. The occasional laughter and other sounds of habitation were less frequent as people headed off to bed. I myself felt drowsy, and was reaching for the candle when a shadow fell across the moonlit curtain. A figure awash in silver light slipped in and quickly shut the door. I heard the click of the latch.

The candle painted increasingly detailed features across the silhouette as she crept towards the bed. She wore a nightshirt -- dark oversized T, really -- riding a little less than halfway down her thigh. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back, silent. Nervously, she wrapped her arms around herself and looked down self-consciously. I shifted to the middle of the bed, and patted the vacated spot. She sat. Her legs and feet were enticingly bare.

"I didn't know if you were coming." I hoped my tone made it clear I was glad.

Her words came out in a rush. "People were still up and I didn't want to --" she stopped, and in a slower, softer tone, finished, "I didn't know either. I don't know why I'm here. Why am I here?"

"Do you want me to guess?"

"Sure," she replied after a moment's hesitation.

"It could be because you're curious. Because you want to explore. Because you long to be explored." Even in the dim light, I thought I saw a blush. "Because most of your friends have been with someone else, enjoyed it, and come away better for it, and that didn't happen for you." She looked away. I put my hand on her leg, and her eyes traveled back to me. "Because you know me, I'm your friend, and you know I wouldn't hurt you and you trust me. Because you're lonely and you know you're safe with me." I waited. "Am I in the ballpark?"

She let out a breath I didn't notice she'd been holding. "Yes. To pretty much all of it."

I smiled. "Thank you. Thank you for telling me." I squeezed her thigh lightly. "Now, sweet Becca, what would you like to happen?"

"I'd like to look at you," she answered with a shy smile.

Smiling back, I folded my hands behind my head. Taking the cue, she reached over and lifted the covers off my body. She drank in the sight of my bare body. Being more into the outdoors than into beer, I was slimmer than many of my classmates. She may have appreciated the fact, but after a couple of sweeps up and down my form her eyes focused at the junction of my legs, where my penis rose half-hard from its dark nest of fur. She giggled as it flopped to the side and then eased round, swelling slowly.

Not taking her eyes off the slow-dancing organ, she started to ask, "Would you like me to...?"

"Rebecca, there's something I would very much like you to do. And considering you're getting to see everything here, I don't think it's unfair to ask..."

She looked at me. "I guess it's only fair. Just, don't --" She couldn't finish that thought. Instead, she half stood, crossed her arms, and grasped the hem of her nightshirt. She lifted, exposing her dark panties, but paused at her waist as if some thought compelled her to stop.

"Please. It's okay, sweetie," I coaxed.

She raised the hem up and over her head. Dropping the shirt on the floor, she reflexively went to cover herself from my view, but with an effort she lowered her arms to her sides. Rebecca watched my face carefully.

She wasn't a voluptuous woman. She was trim, with brown hair spilling over her shoulders to just where her chest began to swell. Her breasts were a handful, just right on her petite frame. Against my will I imagined how easy it would be to carry her with her legs wrapped around me...

Her eyes had left mine again. I was viewing her body, and imagining the possibilities; my own body responded, and 'Becca watched as my cock straightened and swelled.

"Don't you ever doubt that you're sexy," I told her. "My reaction is all the proof you'll need."

She gazed at that rigid proof most intently. Finally, she asked if I would like her to touch it. I suspected even she wasn't sure which one of us was looking forward to that contact more.

"I'd like that very much," I said.

She scooted around until, she sat cross-legged, her knees pressed against me. Her right hand went to my chest, then slid down my abs until it hit the base of my cock. I sighed as I watched her hand moved lightly up the bottom of the shaft, over the head, and back down the top. Her other hand, resting on my thigh, began to acquaint itself with my sac, hefting the balls and rolling them between her fingers. She was truly exploring, learning the feel and texture of my skin. In a way it was more sensually analytical than sexual, but watching her discovery of my body was deeply erotic. I was probably the first man she had ever had the chance to do this with; Spence certainly didn't give her time to explore before he wanted her to start pulling on it.

I was enjoying her ministrations, and certainly I was happy for her sake, but my throbbing member was insisting we get with the program. Maybe she sensed this, because she began gently stroking with her right hand, while gently caressing the tender skin below with her left.

"Is this all right? What do you like?"

"Just do what you like for now. Soon, I'll give some direction." She heard the tension in my voice.

"You okay?"

"It's very good. You're very good. In a minute, I'll want more." I would have loved to have her touch me for an hour, but nature doesn't like to wait. And when the urges grew insistent, I guided her, telling her how best to bring me to climax. The way her breasts swayed as she worked certainly helped. Very soon, my breath grew ragged.

"Are you about to --" she whispered.

"Yes!" I grunted through gritted teeth, trying to hold back so the pressure would build for a greater release.

Then she did something unexpected. Most girls would stroke the whole length, faster than ever, jerking on my cock until I came. But Rebecca grasped more tightly just below the head, and moving her hand with very fast, very short strokes --her hand was almost vibrating. Her other hand gently squeezed and rolled my balls at a slightly slower rhythm. The effect was intense; the buildup slowed very slightly, but it became easier for me to hold it back. The pressure rose like a wave, grew sharp until the line between pleasure and pain disappeared. Then the wave crested and broke, and the world felt indistinct save for the throbbing in my loins. My back hit the bed, and I blew out the breath I'd been holding. At least, I think I did.

There was a sound above my heart beating presto in my ears. "-kay? Nathan? Are you okay?" I nodded, weakly, gasping for air. I lay there, with my eyes still closed, feeling clenched muscles loosen and relax one by one. When my breathing had slowed enough to talk, I opened my eyes and saw the mix of concern and awe on Rebecca's face.

"Did I hurt you?" she whispered anxiously.

"No. Not exactly. I guess it does look painful," I added, grinning.

"You...looked like you were getting ready, and then you scrunched up your face like you were in pain. Then you arched your back and opened real wide like you were screaming, but you hardly made any sound. Then you finished and collapsed. I thought you'd had a seizure or something."

To be truthful, it was a little difficult to follow any train of thought, but I struggled to concentrate through the mindfog of the afterglow.

"I gotta tell you, I don't think I've ever, EVER cum that hard before. Where did you learn to do that? HOW you do that?" She was blushing again -- or still -- and my compliment seemed to help her loosen up.

"I've never given done that to a guy before. I mean, I've touched guys there, but never made them, uh, shoot off. " She giggled. "I saw you were close, and I imagined what it would be like if your, ah, parts were like mine. So I imagined if mine was as big as yours, what I would do with it when I --" she realized what she was admitting to, and blushed a deeper shade.

"I'm naked, you're half naked, and you've just been touching my dick until I saw stars. I think we can talk about masturbation without embarrassment, don't you?" I smiled, reached out and caressed her cheek before enfolding her hand in mine. It was a little sticky. Feeling with my other hand, I found a line of semen from my abdomen to my chin. It made me chuckle. She joined me, then reached for the tissues and carefully cleaned me off while she talked.

"Sometimes, when I'm right on the brink, I make these tiny, fast movements. You know, with my fingertips, so I'm hardly moving. But it makes the sensation..."

"...exquisite?"

"That's a good word. I think exquisite just went into the 'sounds dirty to say' file. Like 'pleasure.' 'pleasssure.' Just sounds naughty, don't you think? Like just saying it is a sin."

"I think," I said, "now that I've been pleasured half to death, I would very much like to pleasure you."

She didn't react immediately. In fact, I think I heard her mind grind to a halt under so many conflicting thoughts. I continued.

"Please, let me. I won't lie, I'll enjoy learning about your body and what you like, but it's about you and what makes you feel good. How about this: I'll stick to hands and lips for now. That's all I'll need, and you won't feel pressured to take that final step. I promise, Rebecca."

Her resistance crumbled; I saw it on her face, doubt replaced by hunger. I drew her to me and shared a soft, lingering kiss. Pulling back to gauge her reaction, I saw her eyes flutter open, her breathing faster. I placed my hand on her cheek and we kissed again, this time with intensity. I could feel her responding as I moved my hand to her shoulder, and then slowly, slowly down to cup her breast. She moaned into my mouth. I gently lowered her, kissing until her head touched the pillow, and pulled back. She lay still, breathing heavily, before opening her eyes to see what I would do next. Going down on one elbow, I softly kissed one breast in a spiral from the beginning of its swell to the edge of her pink areola. Hovering over her erect nipple, I flicked my tongue across its point, eliciting a full-body shudder and a gasp. I repeated the action, which grew less startling but more arousing to 'Becca. Then, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and thrashed it with my tongue, making her moan, making her legs push spasmodically against the covers. When her reactions plateaued again, I cupped her other breast and teased the nipple with my thumb. That sparked another shudder and a louder moan; it was as if I had just closed a circuit that was now surging sexual energy through her body.

Rebecca's labored breathing filled the silence, punctuated by whimpers of need and pleasure. Her hips began to swivel upwards, uncontrollably. I knew she was close. I slide my hand down her belly, but just as my fingers reached the top of her panties, she grabbed my arm. Startled, I lifted my head, breaking my liplock on her lovely breast. She was still gasping for air, her forehead glistening with sweat, her eyes shut tight.

"I'm not... I'm. Sorry. Not down. There." I was aroused, for sure, but if I'd been as turned on as Rebecca was at that moment, I don't think I could keep from bringing myself off right then and there. And here she was, stopping me from bringing her release.

"You don't want me touching you there? Why not?"

"I'm just..just not ready yet. Please understand, Nathan." Her breath came easier now. "God knows I never expected things...to go this far. But I'm not ready for a boy to touch me there. Even you."

"Okay," I said gently, although my blood was up and I didn't know how she could think straight at that moment. "But you're wound up pretty tight."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it later." The edge in her voice told me her libido wasn't happy with the delay in gratification.

"I promise you, no hands down there." I would have laughed as I said it, but the desperate need in her eyes said she wouldn't see the humor. "But let me help," I murmured. " Use me. Please. Here, straddle my thigh." She hesitated, trying to work out what to do through the fog of lust. I eased her around until she was laying against me, hot and trembling. "Sweetie, you're burning up!" I put my hand on her sweat-dampened hair and kissed her again. Her leg swung over and she was laying above me.

"That's it," I murmured. "Now, just let your body tell you what to do." I ran my hands up and down her back, and then her flanks. Then they drifted down to brush against the sides of her breasts, which were pressing against my chest. Rebecca whimpered. Her legs clamped around my thigh, and her hips began grinding against me. Wordlessly, she lifted her torso so I could access her breasts. I did so gladly!

Suddenly, she groaned in frustration and hopped up. Skinning off her panties, she resumed her position. I could feel her sex pressed against my leg, hot and wet. She writhed against me, utterly lost in her need. I knew she was so very close. I reached down one hand and grasped her bare ass, feeling the muscle clench underneath her pale, smooth skin, and marveled at how firm and taut her daily bike rides made it. With my other hand, I resumed cupping her breast, but this time I pinched the nipple.

Rebecca's legs clamped even harder against me; her nails dug into my sides. Her eyes flew open, ecstasy laced with panic; I could hear a cry rising in her throat. With my hand against the back of her head, I opened my mouth against hers, and felt her muffled wail vibrate into my throat.

Her body gripped mine spasmodically, but after long moments the cry died away and she sank, quivering, against me. I wrapped my arms protectively around her, listening to her sucking in lungfuls of air. Apart from the occasional tremor of orgasmic aftershocks, she was as limp as the blanket now draping off one side of the bed.

The jackhammer beat of her heart slowed; only when it had reached a sedate resting rate did she move.

"I'm getting heavy," she murmured, eyes still shut.

"You're getting sleepy, you mean. You're not heavy."

She frowned in concentration, then reached down to find what was poking against her waist.

"You're hard," she said, a mixture of surprise and humor.

"I just had a lovely naked girl writhing and straining against me," I replied with amusement." I'd have to be dead to not be turned on."

"Do you need me to...?"

"Maybe in a bit. Right now, let's rest. I want to look at you."

'Becca rolled her eyes, smiling, and acquiesced. Rolling off of me, she lay on her side, letting me study her in the flickering candlelight. She had a light tan, but it was clear she rarely went topless, and her tight backside had never seen the light of day. I lazily ran my hand along her flank, feeling the dip of her waist, the rise of her hip and her smooth thigh. With such a vision at my fingertips, my lust soon began to assert itself.




The Lakehouse Ch. 02



"Okay, now I need to take care of this. Lay back." I leaned in to meet her lips. While we kissed, I swung my leg over to straddle her hips. My balls nestled above her cleft, and when I rocked my hips she drew a sharp, pleased breath. I put one hand on the headboard, and traced the curve of her breast with my free hand.

"Touch me." She reached for me and started stroking and squeezing. I groaned and began slowly thrusting, watching as her breasts rocked back and forth from my movements. The world shrank down to the two of us and where skin met skin; it was magic. You may get a hand job from a girl as a reward for a good date, or to demonstrate her prowess and experience. But the gentle hands of a girl who truly cares for you, and who delights in the newness of you, is a sensual experience you will never forget.

Responding to my more insistent thrusting and labored breathing, she began to raise her hips in time with my thrusts. Consciousness shrank to my throbbing cock. Rebecca gasped, and I managed to force my eyes open for just a moment. The first jet hit her chin, while the next strand landed across her chest. My eyes shut again as she continued to milk me.

"That's enough. Sensitive," I managed to say between breaths. Opening my eyes, I saw her looking at the ropy trail of semen touching the side of her areola. I reached out and smeared it across her hard nipple. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Touch yourself, Rebecca." In response, her hand snaked between my legs, and her hips resumed their rhythmic rocking. Still playing with one breast, I attacked the nipple of the other with my mouth. She clamped her free hand over her mouth just in time to smother her moans.

As the climax passed and her body went limp, I lowered myself until our torsos barely touched. I felt her breasts press into mine with her every breath. I gave her a linger kiss, our lips sliding against each other luxuriantly. At last, I rolled off her and fetched some tissue paper. With great care, I wiped up the legacy of my climax from her chin, breast, stomach and fingers. With mutual amusement, I dabbed the bit of her cheek from when she tried to stifle her cries of pleasure.

I climbed back into bed and pulled her to me. Our legs intertwined, our arms wrapped around each other, and in the afterglow, all was perfect contentment.

"If I stay any longer, I'll fall asleep," she murmured into my chest.

"I'm not seeing a downside."

"Yeah, 'cause me coming out of your room won't cause a stir."

I trailed my fingers up and down her back. "I imagine it will, but I don't think anyone will be put out."

"But it would just make things weird."

"Not nearly as weird as when Kristen was holding hands with Marc and walked into a room full of guys she'd dated...and the girl Marc had just broken up with! Trust me, they're your friends, they'll roll with it."

She grew very still for a moment; I tried to prepare for what was coming.

"Nathan?"

"Rebecca."

"What happens now? Where are we?"

"That's...a good question. I think that's something we need to figure out together. You came to me. Tell me what you think."

"I... didn't date much in high school. And I went out a few times when I got to college... you know how that turned out. I haven't really dated since then."

"Have you been lonely? Emotionally, I mean."

She thought a moment. "Sometimes. It's worse when I'm around couples. If feel like I'm missing out."

"How about physically?"

She chuckled, "God, yes. If I didn't have a bedroom to myself, I'd explode!" Her smile faded. "But...*he* wasn't all that. I was scared, but what he was doing felt wonderful. It made me need...and then, he was in, and it hurt, and my libido just stopped cold. And then he stopped calling, stopped talking to me, and I saw him with some sorority girl..." The pain in her voice was evident. I nuzzled her in sympathy.

"So, no, actual sex didn't really figure into my fantasies for a while. Everyone told me it wasn't supposed to be like that, but I couldn't bring myself to get involved with anyone. Any guy that took an interest in me, I saw him in my mind, and backed away."

"And then you came into my room."

A soft snort tickled across my chest. "I don't know what I was thinking. Okay, I'd been thinking about Marc and Lisa, and how they were so...physical, always touching, spending most of their time in the bedroom. And when I saw you, and what you were doing... I couldn't think of anything else the rest of the day."

"You hid it well. I couldn't figure out who the peeping Tom was," I said with a smile in my voice.

"I was so...desperate... to touch another human being. I rationalized that I could trust you and you wouldn't take advantage of me and it wouldn't wreck our friendship --" she swallowed, unable to continue.

"You were right on all counts," I reassured her.

"And when it was over, I ran straight back to my bedroom."

"Where you promptly look care of yourself?"

"Yeah. Well, in between bouts of 'Oh my God, what have I done?', I was incredibly horny.

"I almost didn't come here tonight. I wouldn't have, but your invitation was pretty clear. Even then, I didn't know..."

"You didn't know if I was going to use you for sex?"

"I'm sorry." She held me tighter, shame in her voice.

"It's okay. I understand. Given your past history, you couldn't know any different. But I hope you know me better now."

"Oh, yes. You're sweet, and gentle, and patient, and thoughtful." She planted a tiny kiss on my chest to punctuate each virtue.

"Sometimes. But now that you're here, safe and sated, in bed, with a man who cares more for you than for racking up his score, the question remains: what do you want us to be tomorrow?" When she didn't answer right away, I continued. "I don't think we're required to wear labels or anything. We're friends; that won't change. We could be 'friends with benefits', or something more. This is a new relationship. Don't worry about other's expectations. Let's just see where it goes."

Rebecca mulled it over a long while, then nodded. "Let's see where it goes." She yawned and pushed herself up. "And while we're figuring this out, I hope you don't mind if we keep it to ourselves a while."

"Fair enough."

Her brow wrinkled. "It's not that I'm ashamed of --"

"I know."

"It's just that --"

"Shh. I know." She gathered her scattered nightclothes and dressed. I walked her to the door and she melted into my arms one more time.

"Wherever this goes, I won't forget tonight," I said. "I'm glad you decided to come back."

"Me, too." A lingering kiss, a pair of whispered good-nights, and she was on the porch and padding back to her room.



The Lakehouse Ch. 03



Chapter 3

Thursday

Given the circumstances, I could be forgiven for the late start in the morning. The sun was well-up when I dragged on some cutoffs and a t-shirt (same cutoffs, fresh shirt). There were a couple of breakfast burritos left, but the hash browns were history. The coffee pot was empty, and I decided that just wouldn't do. While waiting for the next pot to brew, I grabbed a burrito and checked to see where everyone was. In the living room, Marc and Lisa were being sociable, talking with Gina and Keith about movies; Rebecca and Kristin shared coffee on the porch, and Bryan stood on the dock, toweling off after an early morning swim. When they spied me, Marc called me over to weigh in on their film debate. By the time that was done, the entire group occupied the living room. After a half hour of "I dunno, what do you want to do?", we settled on going for a walk before it got too hot. We returned in time for Kristin and I to put sloppy joes together for lunch.

"I didn't get a chance to ask before, " she said as she pulled out the drinks, "are you still wearing what you used to wear under those cutoffs?" Back when we dated, she discovered my habit of going commando in those frayed denim shorts.

"Pretty much." I usually told her "only one way to find out," but this time... even though what we were to each other hadn't been nailed down yet, I didn't think 'Becca would appreciate the dare that my former girlfriend occasionally took me up on.

"Not even going to make me guess, hmm?" She set the drinks out with a slight smirk on her face. Then she took the spatula from my hand and pushed me out of the way, taking my place at the stove. I set about putting out odds and ends while she finished browning the ground beef and poured in the sauce. Leaning against the counter, I took a swig of water -- an action I expect she had been waiting for.

"You know, Rebecca's on the pill."

A minute later, I was laying out paper towels to soak up the water I had spewed, while Kristin struggled to contain her laughter. When she quieted down, I pointed asked, "Why are you telling me that bit of news?"

"I just thought it might be relevant." She busied herself with lunch lest the sight of my face send her into another paroxysm of laughter.

"How do you know this?"

"Girls talk about that kind of thing, doofus. She stresses easily, and it throws her cycle off. She's been on them at least since she started college."

"What else did she tell you?"

Kristin relented. "That she slipped into your room for a romantic encounter. No real details -- no matter how hard I tried," she teased. "But she wasn't ready to go all the way. I'm just telling you, she could if she was ready to." she turned and put her hands on my shoulders. "If you do decide to pursue this, go easy on her. You know what's she's like."

"And I know what she's been through. I'll do my best."

"I know you will." Kristin gave me a quick kiss, smiled conspiratorially, and turned to the call the others for lunch.

Thursday Night

We had a tradition at the lakehouse. One night-- usually the last -- was skinny dipping. I remember the first time we tried it: newly graduated, ready to do something wild and crazy. We spent most of the venture standing around chest-deep in the water. Now, we'd relaxed enough to actually enjoy the experience. Friends swam, laughed, occasionally tickle-fought, and generally had a good time. The moon hadn't risen, so the porch lights and a million stars were the only illumination. Everyone (except Keith, who was in his room reading) stripped down and jumped off the dock. It was less about being naughty and more about being free. Even Marc and Lisa moved in separate orbits, joking and swimming. At one point, Kristin decided she wanted to inner tube that Bryan lounged in. She teasingly demanded that a man should always give up his seat for a lady. Marc retorted that a man's float is his castle. In short order, the was a king of the hill situation, men versus women. In the splashing that ensued, I took possession of the prize for a brief shining moment before Lisa and Rebecca flipped me back into the water.

The flurry subsided, and Bryan graciously ceded the spoils to Kristin. Panting, everyone settled back to catch their breath and enjoy the night. I retreated to the shadow of the dock. I had been half-hard for most of the day, thinking about Rebecca; on the chilly water and the distraction of the competition kept me soft when I was exposed during my moment of glory on the inner tube.

I saw Rebecca break away from the milling crowd, peering this way and that, as if looking for someone. I momentarily leaned out into the weak light before pulling back into shadow. She saw the movement and swam towards me. As she came alongside, I pulled her against me, holding on to the dock with my free arm.

"Careful," I whispered. "It's not safe for pretty damsels to swim in these parts. Shadowy characters lurk here."

"Do I look like I'm in distress?"

"Quick," I hissed. "Grab the dock with both hands." I loosened my grip and pretended I was about to go under. Her hands shot up to grab the planks.

"Silly damsel," I said in my best wicked wolf tone, "You're about to be in distress." I grasped her waist with both hands; my mouth targeted a breast floating just beneath the surface. She gasped.

"What are you *doing*?!" she hissed.

"Distressing you." Her nipple, already erect in the cool water, grew more pointed in my mouth.

"People are *right over there*!"

"Don't worry, I won't make you cum. Just making sure you'll be thinking about me tonight."

"I'll come over, okay? Please!"

I pulled back. I grasped the dock, and she wrapped her arms tight around me... and her legs as well.

"That was very mean," she whispered against my shoulder.

"Well, it was no picnic for me either."

"I can tell," she said, flexing her hips. My erection was pinned against her nether lips. She shuddered, and moved her hips again, dragging herself up and down the length of my hardness. Rebecca took up a steady rhythm against me. My thoughts started to misfire as she pleasured us both. It wouldn't have taken much to shift slightly and push into her, but even with her simply rubbing against me, I was too turned on to last long.

"'Becca? What about the people?"

"Sor--sorry. Can't stop," she gasped, trembling. She clasped me tighter. I felt myself swelling, and in very short order, I stiffened, wracked with my orgasm. It's a wonder I managed to hold on to the dock.

Feeling my climax triggered her own. Her grip grew so tight I couldn't breathe, and then I felt sharp pain lance through my shoulder as she bit down to contain her cries. I put my free arm around her, which was just as well; when she relaxed her death grip, she nearly slipped under the dark surface. I looked away from her starlit face to see if we had attracted any attention. The others were splashing and cavorting again; apparently Marc had said something mock-rude and instigated a free-for-all.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly. She was wrapped around me again. I could feel the occasional twitch down there, but her breathing was nearly back to normal.

"I got carried away." She had an almost goofy smile on her face. If I didn't know any better, I would have said she was stoned. "I'm been turned on all day."

"Me, too."

"Do you think they noticed?"

I shrugged. "Sounds like they're busy. If you want to head back over there, I'll join you in a minute. You still want to keep things quiet?" She nodded. We kissed one more time, and then I let her go. She took a breath, sank out of sight, and surfaced a few moments later behind Bryan. He was remaining aloof from the current fracas, until Rebecca goosed him. He shrieked, drawing everyone's attention. I missed the retaliatory strike, for I had turned and, using the back side of the dock for cover, headed to the shore.

"Where's Nathan?" asked Gina suddenly.

"Taking a pit stop," I replied, stepping of the shore and onto the dock. I cannonballed off the end of the dock, just in case anyone missed my entrance.

Later Folks decided they'd had enough freedom and headed in. Some, like Bryan and Rebecca, quickly wrapped up in their towels; others, like Lisa and Kristin, merely toted theirs up the hill. I decided to be one of the latter, toweling my hair dry and giving Gina, who was behind me, time to ogle if she so desired. I was in teasing mood. Rebecca was a few steps ahead, talking with Lisa; she didn't glance back. After changing in my room, I went out to dig into the leftovers and get something to drink. A few others did likewise, but everyone pretty much went to their respective rooms immediately. I wondered how many of them would relieve some tension before going to sleep.

I decided to change things around a little. Pouring a glass of something a little harder than wine, I went out on the porch, watching the moon rise through the trees. I was just a little tired, but not the least bit sleepy. I hoped my late-night visitor would show up again.

Footsteps brought me out of my reverie. Lisa and Marc came up the stairs, naked but for flip flops.

"He-llo." said Lisa cheerily as they walked on by, wearing the perfume of sex. Marc added, "Blanket's by the dock if you need it."

"Thanks," I said, raising my glass.

They had barely closed the door to their room when the dining area door slid open. Rebecca crept through and paused, letting her eyes grow accustomed to the darkness. She jumped when I stood up.

"You scared me," she whispered. I looked her over -- the same nightshirt, revealing her shapely legs and bare feet.

"I didn't know if you would visit tonight. After the swim and all."

"Here I am. Couldn't wait for me?" she teased.

"I'm glad you're here," I said. She smiled at me. I reached out and took her hand. Together we walked along the porch, but while she paused at my door, I kept going.

"Umm..."

"I thought a change of scene might be fun," I casually offered. She raised her eyebrows but fell back in step with me.

We followed the short path to the lake, treading carefully since she was barefoot. As promised, near the lake's edge, a large blanket was spread on the grass. I motioned for her to sit, and I eased in behind her. Enfolding her in my arms, I felt her lean back against me and sigh. We watched the still lake reflect the nearly-full moon for a while without speaking.

"I got carried away," she said softly. "I couldn't control myself."

"You did seem excited."

"The thing was, I wasn't going to do anything to you. I'd thought about it," she admitted, "but I wasn't going to actually do it, not with everybody right there. When you touched me..." If felt her shiver. "It was like something got loose.

"You need to understand, Nathan. And please don't breathe a word to anybody. I've been thinking about sex all the time. *All the time*. Sometimes I get so horny I have to take care of things three or four times a day. And since that first night, it's gotten worse. Before, it was all sort of abstract in my head. Now, I see your...your penis and it drives me out of my mind!" She turned in my arms, looked me in the eyes, and said, dejected, "I'm a slut."

"Uh, really? I think you're a little confused."

"How? I'm so horny I can't concentrate! All day!"

"How many guys have you had sex with since we've been here?" I asked in a reasonable tone.

"What?"

"How many?"

"None! Except what we did together --"

"You really need to get your information on sex from a higher-class periodical. A slut, outside bad porn and the stupid guys who watch it, is someone who has sex with lots of men. Lots and lots. You, 'Becca, have a high sex drive." I smiled. "And fortunately, that is a treatable problem."

"Oh." She seemed embarrassed at her naiveté. Then she smirked. "And how will you treat this problem, doctor?"

"With a mixture of delicacy and carnality." I stood and held my hand to her. Raising her up, I gave her a kiss. Then reaching down her sides (with several detours), I grasped her shirt near the hem.

"May I?" In answer, she raised her arms, and I lifted the shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. I felt a surge in my groin when I saw that she wasn't wearing panties. Next, I whipped off my own shirt and skinned off my shorts.

We gazed at each other, a mix of light and shadow in the silver moonlight. At the same instant, we stepped together and embraced. We kissed. We ran our hands over all the contours of our skin. At some point we both sank to the blanket. I would have liked to take my time, the intensity of what we were sharing made it difficult to think about the slow dance of our mingled bodies. I know where I wanted to go, but would she?

Our hands were all over each other. One hand clasped her ass while my lips focused on a breast; the combo move left her helpless, panting, hands clutching at the air. I moved my hand to her thigh, and then her inner thigh. After a moment, she spread her legs wider, which I took as permission. She moaned when I cupped her sex, gave a ragged gasp when one finger slipped between her swollen, soaked lips. Her hips gyrated as I fingered her. Her fingers were tangled in my hair; her other hand clawed at the blanket. As she approached the edge of release, I backed off. She whined with frustration and then looked at me with half focused eyes.

"What?" she hissed.

"Too quick, " I said. "Let it cool down a bit. It'll be more intense."

"It's plenty intense right now!"

I kissed her, held her, but stayed clear of her erogenous zones. Rebecca's breathing came easier, but her need was still at the forefront of her mind. She reached down and grasped my shaft, trying to goad me.

"Rebecca, look at me." Her eyes shifted from the sky to my face. I cleared some strands of hair from her sweat-drenched face. " I'll give you what you need. You choose how. I can do what I was doing, with my hand, or...I can get between your legs and thrust into you, like our bodies want us to. Either way, it's up to you. "

She looked back up to the moon, possibly debating in her mind. Finally, she looked back at me.

"Can you be careful, at first?" She asked. "It's been long time, and I never got completely used to it. It's still new to me."

"I can do that. Just let me know what you need."

"Okay, let's try it." She made up her mind. Rebecca was nervous, but whether she was eager or resigned, my lust hear her assent and that was enough. I eased between her legs; taking the shaft in my hands, I eased the head back and forth until it was good and wet, then slowly pushed in. She was very tight -- but I suspected that was as much from bad associations and nerves as from her inexperience. With gentle pressure, her entrance suddenly yielded, and part of the shaft slid in. How my body was screaming to drive into her passage, but through willpower alone I held back. She whimpered.

"It's okay, just relax, sweetie." I caressed one breast to distract her, and it seemed to work; I felt myself slip a little farther in. Rebecca rocked her hips beneath me, and with each movement, I slipped a little further. After a bit, I was in her to the hilt. We stayed motionless save for our ragged breathing; I wanted her to adjust to me before my restraint gave way.

She chuckled nervously. "Nathan?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm having sex!"

"You certainly are. How is it?"

"Oh God, Nathan, I've got to *move*!" she cried; I could feel her hips quivering.

"Then hang on, it's gonna get interesting."

I slowly pulled out, watching her inner lips grip me like she was reluctant for me to leave. With everything but the head outside, I pushed back in. At a faster pace, I alternated between long and short strokes, picking up speed. Her knees clasped against my ribs; her heels dug into my ass as if to spur me on. My thrusting grew faster and more forceful. She grunted each time I bottomed out.

I knew I couldn't hold on for long, but I'd be damned if I was going to finish first. I reached up and cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple hard between my fingers. Her grunts rose in pitch and volume. "Cum for me, baby. I'm gonna cum in you." Her grunts turned to wails as I pounded into her. She had no shred of control remaining as her cries of passion echoed off the far shore of the lake. Moments later, I grabbed her hips and pumped as deeply into her throbbing passage as I could, and then crested my own wave of intense pleasure.

I collapsed on top of her, trying to hold the worst of my weight off my lover. We lay panting, shuddering at the aftershocks as we each throbbed. Then I heard it: clapping and quiet cheering. Eyes wide, we both looked to the lakehouse a couple dozen yards up the hill. Several figures stood on the porch, silhouetted by the living room lights. I doubted they could see us particularly well, but our voices could have left no doubt as to what we were doing.

"Oh My God!" Rebecca hissed, panic in her eyes.

I picked out broad-shouldered Marc, shorter Lisa, and probably taller Kristin. My mind caught up to what I was seeing. I looked back to Rebecca, realizing in another moment her panic and confusion would turn to utter mortification.

"Ssssh. It's alright."

"But they heard, they have to know --"

"Of course they know," I crooned, running my fingers through her damp hair.

"But why would they do such a --"

"Because, 'Becca, they love you. They're your friends. That's why they spent so much effort to make that jackass miserable for what he did to you. That's why they're happy for you now."

"What?"

"You told Kristin about us, didn't you?"

Her mouth hung open a moment before she thought to shut it. "Just a little bit. Not all the details."

"She was kind of excited for you. It was sweet. I imagine she told Lisa -- she's the one that left the blanket out here. They want you to be with someone and be happy." I smiled and added, "Even if I was the best you could do."

"But...I don't know if I can look at them tomorrow. I'll be embarrassed. "

"Why? We're all adults, and they've certainly had sex. You don't see them avoiding everybody over the fact, do you?" The accolades had ended, and I heard sliding doors shutting. "They've said they approve and they're happy for you. Where friends are concerned, you can't ask for better than that." I moved over to lay next to her. She cuddled against me, mulling over what I had said.

"So," she said at length, "What else happens tomorrow?"

"You mean about us? Well, unless you've changed your thinking, the original plan is still sound: get back to the real world, and work out what we both need and how we fit together . Sound fair?" With her head on my chest and eyes closed, she nodded, graced with a contented smile.

"But," I went on," all that is in the future. "

"Oh?"

"Yep. Right now, I want to discuss a concept I like to call, 'making slow love in the moonlight.'"

She giggled. "Do we have an audience?"

"Only the moon."

"Then let's put on a show for the moon."