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Sandy, Lee, & Me

By: mannytheman



I stumbled down the stairs in my T-shirt and boxers and found Sandy and Lee in the kitchen having their first cup of coffee. Grabbing a mug and filling it from the coffee-maker, I turned and looked at the women. Sandy was wearing a short silk robe which fell away from her gorgeous tanned legs, and Lee was in a man's sleeveless T and track shorts. As she leaned over to talk to Sandy I could see the curve of her left breast through the arm-hole. Nice way to wake up.

I'd met Sandy through work and we'd been together for about eight months. Though Sandy's not tall, maybe 5'4'', with short dark hair, dark skin and lively brown eyes, she's perfectly proportioned and dresses to show it off. I get a kick out of seeing men's heads swivel whenever we're out together, and so does Sandy. She's naturally sexy, and she knows it and revels in it.

Lee was her best friend from college, and we'd talked briefly on the phone a number of times, but I'd never met her before she flew out to join us at our beach place on the Vineyard. Physically, Lee was as close to Sandy's opposite as you could imagine: blonde and blue-eyed, she must be 5'10". Long legs, fairly large breasts, and strong hips. She'd just gotten here yesterday and I hadn't really had time to get to know her yet.

I discretely ogled them as they discussed their plans for the day. They were going to hang in the sun, and I'd arranged for Tom, the guy who looks after the place when we're away, to come and help me figure where the leak was that was causing a stain on the bathroom ceiling.

We threw some English muffins in the toaster-oven and chowed down. Lee stood up and said she'd get ready for the beach, and Sandy and I sat and discussed plans for the rest of the week.

When Lee came back down, she did a little "ta-da" move, lifting her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair with her left arm and cocking her hip. 

"What do you think?" she asked. She was wearing a minuscule, nearly transparent white one-piece suit, and her ample breasts were threatening to break through the scant material. Her nipples were clearly visible and the high-cut bottom accentuated her long legs and generous hips.

"You look gorgeous, Lee," said Sandy. "Don't you think so, Dan?" I shifted in my chair, trying to hide my growing erection. My eyes slid from her breasts to the little Y between her legs. There were blonde hairs peeking out on either side of the material that barely covered her pussy.

I cleared my throat and stammered, "Yeah, you look fabulous. Maybe you need to shave if you're going to wear that suit, though."

A blush rose from Lee's neck to her face. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to Sandy and said, "Guys. How typical is that? They never grow up, then they want to turn us all into pre-pubescent teeny-boppers." She looked at me and I could see she really was pissed off.

"Well," said Sandy, "I'm not sure that's what Dan meant, but guys do love a bare pussy. I keep mine shaved because I know Dan likes it. But I think it looks good, too."

"Yeah, right," replied Lee.

She kept glaring at me. But she was right about one thing. I loved Sandy's shaved pussy, and the fact that she looked like a 13-year-old schoolgirl when she spread her thighs for me was a huge turn-on.

"How about you, fella?" Lee spat at me. "You all neat and trimmed down there? Or doesn't that fit into your fantasy?" I'm really into fitness and personal hygiene, but shaving my pubes was something I'd never considered. 

"Well, I , um..." I started to say.

"That's what I thought. Tell you what. You do it, I'll do it."

Jesus, how did I get here, I thought. I looked to Sandy for help but she was just staring back and forth between us with bright eyes. Then she snapped out of it and asked cheerily, "So who's first?"

I stared at her, stunned. "I'll just go get my stuff," she said, running to the stairs, "Be right back." 

I looked over at Lee, figuring she must have also realized that this was getting totally out of hand. She was staring me down, her cheeks still red, and I kept my mouth shut. I sensed that anything I said would only make things worse. 

Sandy came back down, carrying a stack of fluffy towels, a washcloth, scissors, razor and my shaving gel and brush, and said, "Come on in the living room."

Lee followed her, and, as agitated as I was, I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting to her butt. The bottom of her bathing-suit was maybe two inches wide at her hips and narrowed to a mere ribbon as it passed between her cheeks. Her ass was full and didn't bounce as she walked, but pulsed with her steps. In spite of my nervousness, I felt my cock twitching again.

When we got to the other room, Lee turned, glaring at me like Frazier at Ali. Without blinking she pulled the straps of her suit off her shoulders, and wriggling, slid it over her hips. Her breasts stood out proudly from her chest, capped by pink nipples jutting from their areolae. Her hips flared from her slender waist, and strong thighs led to shapely calves and slim ankles. She was spectacular, and seeing her like this was certainly having an effect on me. I crossed my hands in front of the growing tent in my shorts.

To tell the truth, Lee didn't have all that much pubic hair. It had stuck out from that tiny bathing suit, but now I could see her bare it was just sparse blonde curls that did nothing to hide her full outer lips and her pink labia.

Sandy spread a towel on the couch, and said, "Come on. Let's get this thing going."

Lee went and sat on the towel, and Sandy pulled up the coffee table and sat opposite her. She ran a finger over the hair on Lee's mound and said, "We'll have this taken care of in no time." Sandy picked up her scissors and started snipping away. When she had trimmed Lee down to a short stubble, she said, "OK, honey. Slide forward a little and put your heels up next to your butt." Lee did as directed and Sandy put and hand on each of Lee's knees and spread her legs wide.

I could see all of Lee now. Her labia were prominent and, in the position she was in, slightly parted. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her gorgeous cunt, and I could feel my breathing getting a little ragged. The anger seemed to have gone out of Lee's eyes, and her glance lowered briefly to where my dick was now fully erect behind my boxers.

Sandy had squirted some shaving gel onto Lee's mound and was working it to a lather with my wet shaving-brush. She spread it all over and around Lee's pussy, keeping it up a little longer than seemed entirely necessary. Lee was relaxing now, and she let her head fall back against the couch cushions, all the while looking at me from under her lowered lashes.

"OK, here goes," said Sandy, and her voice sounded a little husky. She picked up the razor and slowly and carefully began shaving. Each swipe of the razor left a patch of smooth white skin where the lather had been. When she had done with Lee's mound and began working on the folds between Lee's thighs and her pussy, she needed both hands, one to pull the skin tight and the other to shave. As more of the lather was scraped away I could see the fingers of Sandy's left hand resting on Lee's labia as she used her thumb to pull the skin taut. Lee's breathing was audible, and her nipples were standing up on her breasts. Sandy's voice, as she nattered on about this and that, had picked up a distinct quaver.

At last Sandy put down the razor, picked up the washcloth, and wiped the last bits of lather away. Leaning back, cheeks flushed, she admired her handiwork. Lee's pussy was as smooth and bare as the day she was born. Her labia had swollen and spread, and glistened in the sunlight streaming through the windows.

"Well, that's one," said Sandy. "Oh, wait, you're gonna need some baby oil or something on that tender skin. Let me go see what we have." Legs flashing under her short robe, she dashed to the stairs.

Lee, who'd been watching me throughout the whole procedure, turned her head down and looked herself over. She ran a finger lightly over her bare mound and lifting her head to look at me again, let it drift over and briefly between her engorged lips.

"Well?" she asked. "Better?" She pulled her hand back and lay it on her stomach and lowered her feet to the floor, keeping her legs wide-spread.

My eyes ran over her whole body, from her bold blue eyes looking directly into mine, to her slightly open mouth, to her firm breasts and rock-hard nipples, across her stomach to her bare pussy, down her long legs to her red-painted toe-nails, and back up again until I was looking her in the eye.

"Jesus, you're fantastic," I replied.

She let her eyes drop again to the throbbing pole in my shorts, then looked back down at her own body before returning her eyes to mine.

"I think you're right," she said.

We were still looking each other in the eye when Sandy came back in. "We're not so well-equipped here," she told Lee. "No baby oil, but maybe this will do."

I looked on in surprise as she handed Lee a little bottle of water-based lube we sometimes used when we were fooling around.

Lee stood and took the bottle, read the label, and looked up at me. "Yeah, this should be all right."

Sandy turned to me and said, "Your turn, Dan. Fair's fair," and she started to pull my T-shirt over my head. I'm not sure how aware she had been of my reaction to what had been going on, as I was standing a little behind her and off to the side while she'd shaved Lee. But once she had me out of my T-shirt and I was standing in front of her in just my boxers, my arousal was unmistakable.

"Well, it seems like we're all enjoying ourselves here," she said with a grin. "Get out of those shorts while I put out a clean towel."

As she spread the towel on the couch I looked at Lee and stripped off my boxers. I'm not huge, maybe a little over seven inches and pretty thick, but I'd never been harder in my life. My cock was standing almost vertical and jerking with my pulse. The head was a deep, angry purple, and pre-cum was welling out of the slit. 

"Oh, my God," Sandy said when she turned from the couch. She stepped closer and ran a finger lightly up the underside of my cock, from my balls to the tip. "We'd better get to work before something happens."

I almost lost it then, but I took a deep breath and went and sat on the couch. Sandy took up her place on the coffee table, and Lee stood pretty much where I had been while Sandy shaved her. Sandy leaned in close and lifted my balls, saying, "This is a new one for me. I think we'd better start here, but I'm not sure I wouldn't cut you with the razor. Maybe an electric would work better. Hey, Lee, could you...? No, I know where it is. I'll get it." And she was gone up the stairs.

I took another deep breath and looked at Lee. She was looking me in the eye again, still holding the little bottle of lube Sandy had given her. Her eyes locked on mine, Lee unscrewed the cap, and putting her right foot on the coffee table, squeezed a dollop of lube onto her fingers. She brought her hand to her mound and lightly began stroking the lube into her bare skin. Her fingers snaked lower and she cocked her hips forward. She started a slow motion over her swollen labia and jutting clit, her hips rocking. My hips were thrusting to her rhythm and I was could feel orgasm approaching when I heard Sandy's footsteps on the stairs. Lee calmly dropped her leg, and I let out a huge sigh. 

"Got it. OK, where were we?" Sandy sat back down on the coffee table. She cupped my balls in her left hand, fired up the re-chargeable razor, and began to run it over my sac. The vibrations were pleasant, but the buzzing noise was a little annoying and the razor occasionally pulled painfully on my hair, and I was able to get myself back under control. The sight of Lee standing naked watching and the feel of Sandy's hand on my balls kept me as hard as ever, but I had backed off from my orgasmic plateau.

"All done," Sandy said. "Now you slide forward a little more and we'll see about the rest." I did as she asked, spreading my thighs, and my hard-on flopped against my stomach. Sandy picked up the scissors, looked back at me, and frowned. She grabbed my dick and held it straight up, trying to trim my hair with the other hand. "That's not going to work," she said. "Hey, Lee, think you can give me a hand here?"

Lee came over and knelt by the couch. "Just hold his thing out of the way while I try and trim him, OK?" Lee reached out and I could feel the tips of her fingers lift my cock by the head. "Great," said Sandy. "That's perfect."

As Sandy clipped away, I felt Lee's hand, moistened by the lube and my pre-cum, slide down until it was wrapped around my shaft. I looked at her, and she was staring into my eyes again. Her hand tightened and slid down even further until it was resting at the base of my penis. Slowly it inched upward until her thumb and forefinger were just under the head. All my calm of a minute ago was gone. My cock felt like it was going to break out of its skin, and a huge gob of pre-cum flowed over the head and onto Lee's fingers. Her hand squeezed and once again I was teetering on the edge of a massive eruption.

"I think that's got it," Sandy said and put down the scissors. Lee's grip on my cock loosened and it slapped back against my stomach as she pulled her hand away. Sandy turned back to me with the shaving gel and brush and saw my cock twitching and shining with lube and pre-cum. 

"Jesus, Dan. This has got you really worked up. We may have to let Lee go to the beach alone." Her voice had risen about a half-octave, and she plucked at the belt of her robe. "Is anybody else hot in here, or is it just me?" In one motion she had shucked out of her robe and was as naked as Lee and I were. Sandy's brown nipples poked out from her small breasts. We'd been at the Vineyard for a week before Lee had come, and she had a pretty good all-over tan from lying nude on the deck, but I could see a flush spreading over her chest and neck. There was no tan-line around her shaved pussy, and sitting as she was before me on the coffee table with her legs open, I could see that the morning's events had affected her, too. Her clit was peeking out from its hood and her cunt lips were shining. I noticed Lee checking her out, too.

We all exchanged looks, and Sandy squeaked, "Back to work, boys and girls." She squirted out a blob of gel on my abdomen and began to work it into a lather with the brush. She lifted my erection , raised an eyebrow at me, and grabbed the razor. Lee knelt where she was, her gaze shifting from my eyes to Sandy's work. Before long Sandy was done and she wiped me with the wash-cloth and told me to stand up so we could all check out my new look. My cock was harder than ever, and shorn of its surrounding hair looked gigantic. Pre-cum was now sailing from the head in stringy ribbons, the head was pointing at the ceiling, nearly bursting with blood, and shock-waves were making it jump up and down. I was feeling a little dizzy, and looking at Sandy I saw she was no better off. She was staring at my cock with un-bridled lust, and little tremors were running under her skin. I turned my head to Lee, and saw her right hand sliding over her pussy as her chest heaved with her heavy breathing. We all looked at each other, wondering just where this was going, when we heard gravel crunching in the drive-way. 

"Shit, it's Tom,' Sandy wailed, looking out the front window. She snatched up her robe and threw it on. "You guys get dressed, and I'll try to stall him." Sandy ran out of the room to the front hallway.

Lee turned and bent to pick up her suit. Her ass-cheeks swelled and parted, and her cunt-lips, gleaming with lube and her moisture and deep red from excitement and the friction of her rubbing, peeked out at me. A gasp escaped my lips as she straightened and walked over to me. I felt like a deer in the headlights as my eyes tried to take her all in. She kept coming forward until my cock was pressed between us, and as she looked into my eyes once again, spasms started in my toes and raced up my spine to the top of my head. The first blast of cum shot all the way up and hit her under the chin, more landed on the underside of her tits and painted her chest, and as I subsided and took a step back from her, thick gobbets drifted down over her stomach and into the folds of her pussy. 

Lee turned and walked to the stairs as I frantically searched for my boxers. I grabbed them and bounded up the stairs. I heard the bathroom door close and the shower start.

From the hallway Sandy yelled, "Hey, Dan. Tom's here."

Sandy, Lee, & Me Ch. 02



Tom and I spent all afternoon replacing shingles on the roof where he figured the leak was coming from while Sandy and Lee went to the beach. We had a cold brew after we were done, and when Tom left I got under the shower and into some clean clothes. I was grabbing another beer from the refrigerator when the girls came in.

They'd been shopping and bought some swordfish steaks and a couple of bottles of good chardonnay. While they got cleaned up I put the fish in a marinade, iced down the wine, and saw to getting the barbecue fired up. An hour later we were sitting on the deck enjoying a delicious meal.

No one mentioned what had happened that morning, but neither did anyone seem uncomfortable about it, and we sat until late chatting and drinking. We were all tired and a little tipsy when we went up to bed.

The next morning found us in the kitchen with coffee and bagels and again making plans for the day. 

"You know, Lee, we don't have to go to the beach," Sandy said. "We can hang out on the deck and work on our all-over tans. There are no houses back there."

Lee looked at Sandy and then at me and smiled. "Sounds like a plan."

They went upstairs to get ready and I loaded the dishwasher and sat down with another cup of coffee. In a few minutes they were back, each wearing a short robe and carrying beach towels, magazines and sun-screen.

"Hey, Dan, you gonna come watch?" Sandy asked me with a naughty grin. 

"Maybe in a bit," I replied. "I've got a few things from the office I ought to look at."

Sandy stuck her tongue out at me and walked off, swinging her hips exaggeratedly. Lee glanced at me over her shoulder and followed Sandy outside.

After a few minutes I got up to put my coffee mug in the sink. From the kitchen window I could see them shifting the chaises for the best angle to the sun. Sandy spread a beach towel on hers and stripped off her robe. The sight of her small breasts with their perky brown nipples, her slim waist, and her perfect ass made my heart beat faster. Eight days of sunning on the deck had left her skin a cocoa-brown without tan lines. She lay down on her stomach with her feet toward me where I stood at the window, and I let my eyes run over her sleek legs and the curves of her ass. 

Lee had pulled her chaise up a few feet from Sandy's and was lifting and locking the head end into place to form a back-rest. She, too, laid a beach towel out over the cushions, and arranged her things on the little table between the chairs. She tugged at the sash of her robe, and I realized I was holding my breath. As she pulled open the tie and shrugged the robe from her shoulders a long whoosh of air rushed from my lungs. 

The morning sun gleamed on her pale skin, casting shadows on the curves of her full breasts, softly-rounded stomach, and lush hips. I could just make out the lines her bathing suit had left from her afternoon at the beach yesterday.

Settling onto the chaise, Lee twisted to pick up her sun-glasses from the table. Every line of her long, luscious body seemed soft and somehow firm at the same time, and I felt my own body responding to the sight. My fingers found their way to the thickening bulge in my sweat-pants and lightly stroked along its length.

"This is crazy," I thought. "Snap out of it, dude." I walked to the study and began to look over the papers I'd brought from work. After an hour my eyes were crossing from all the technical jargon, and I went to the kitchen to get a soda. 

I got a Coke from the fridge, took a sip, and looked out the window. Lee lay with her back against the back-rest of her chaise. As I watched, she sat up and reached for the sun-screen, squirted some onto her hands, and started to rub lotion onto her arms and shoulders. I was unable to take my eyes off her, and I stared as she painted a line of lotion across the tops of her breasts. She massaged the cream onto the upper slopes and down over her stomach before bringing her hands back up and stroking her breasts lightly with her finger-tips. Her fingers ran over the undersides and brushed her nipples, which were now puckered and stiff. She tweaked each one between thumb and forefinger, and her whole body tightened. I looked up at her face. I couldn't see her eyes through the dark glasses, but I knew she was staring directly at me through the kitchen window. My cock lurched and I reached down to grip it through my sweats. 

Lee dropped her head, leaned forward, bent her right leg at the knee, and starting at her foot, rubbed sun-screen up her leg to the top of her thigh. She pulled up her left leg and did the same, and lay back against the chaise, her eyes returning to me in the window. She was now in pretty much the same position as when I'd watched Sandy shave her, and the sight of her bare pussy, mixed with the memory of yesterday, brought me to full, throbbing arousal. Glancing down I saw my sweat-pants distended obscenely and a huge wet spot spreading from where my penis was trying to break free of its confinement. 

I looked back up in time to see Lee reaching forward to squirt out a little blob of sun-screen onto her shaved mound. She leaned again to put the bottle on the table, rolled back, and slid her hand down over her stomach, her eyes behind the sun-glasses returning to the kitchen window. Her fingers eased through the cream and began a slow circular motion over her mound. My hand had started stroking in unison, and I walked around the L-shaped counter over to the sliding door. When I could see out onto the deck again, Lee's middle finger was sliding up and down her swollen lips and she had turned her head to find me at the slider. 

Scrabbling at the draw-string of my sweats, I marveled at Lee's seemingly telepathic ability to know when I was watching, and her outrageous response. I shoved the pants down to my knees and my hand encircled my raging hard-on, my eyes darting back to Lee. Her fingers were swirling over her bare pussy, and her spread legs strained as she lifted her ass from the chaise. I settled into a slow rhythm, hoping to keep from blowing before she reached her peak. Lee raised her left hand and slid her sun-glasses up onto her head, and her eyes bored into mine. This was definitely the weirdest thing I'd ever been into, but, Jesus, it was turning me on. These two days with Lee were pushing my libido to new heights. 

"Oh, man, I think I fell asleep." Sandy stirred and slowly turned her head towards Lee's chaise. Lee straightened her legs, dropping her hips, and said, " Maybe a little too much to drink last night. I'm feeling a little shaky, myself."

Sandy raised up on her knees, lifting her arms over her head in a huge stretch. I'd mostly deflated with the fear of Sandy catching us at our game, but the sight of her lithe body brought a twitch back to my cock. 

"Lee, honey, you've got to be careful in the sun," Sandy said. "Come on inside and we'll get a glass of cold lemonade."

I yanked up my pants and ran into the study, grabbing my briefcase and flopping into the chair behind the desk. I popped the case open on my lap, covering my wet spot, and pulled out a sheaf of papers.

Sandy's head appeared around the doorway. "I think we'll run into town and pick up something for lunch. Wanna come?"

"No, I've still got some work to do here. You go ahead and I'll see you back here later."

Sandy walked over to where I was sitting, still in her short robe, and gave me a lingering kiss. "Lying in the sun always makes me horny. Maybe we can do something about that later." As I slid my hand over her warm calf and up her thigh I felt myself once again rising to the occasion. Sandy spun away and sashayed out of the room.

"Later, big boy." 

I slogged my way through a corporate take-over bid. That'll get your mind off sex, and soon I was dozing in my chair.

They'd bought pate and crisp French bread and made a salad. When we'd finished eating, Lee said she thought she'd go explore Edgartown. "You guys want to come?" she asked. Sandy looked over at me and said, " No, I think Dan has something he's got to do, and I might be able to help him with it. You take the car. We'll see you when you get back."

Lee's glance shifted quickly back and forth between me an Sandy, and she shrugged. "Sure. I wanted to buy something for the house anyway. I'll catch you later."

When she had gone, Sandy said, "It's too hot to go back out in the sun. I think I'll shower and just hang on the couch until later. What are you up to?"

"I've still got some work to do," I told her and headed back to the study. I considered joining her under the shower and I felt my cock responding to the idea, but work called, and I sat back in my chair and once again pulled out my papers.

Sandy came back down and lay out on the couch in the living room with the New Yorker. I could see her through the open door of the study. After a while she drifted into sleep and I continued fighting my way through the take-over. At about three o'clock she shook herself awake and said, "I'm going back out. Join me?"

"Absolutely. Be there in a second." I loved basking in the sun as much as Sandy did, and it got my juices flowing, too. But I'd never been into bare-bones sunning; I guess I worried I'd burn my prick to a crisp. I went upstairs and pulled on a pair of loose jams.

When I came back out onto the deck Sandy had turned the chaises 90 degrees to catch the afternoon sun and was once again lying nude on her stomach. I paused to enjoy the sight of her. She heard me pull the sliding door closed and said, "I don't want to get too brown. Can you put some sun-cream on me?"

I straddled her hips and grabbed the bottle from the table. I shot some cream over her shoulders, my eyes drinking in her smooth brown color, and began to rub it in. Her skin was soft and supple under my fingers. As my thumbs met at her back-bone and my fingers caressed the long muscles beside it, she let out a small sigh. I let my hands spread over her slim back, and my finger-tips brushed the sides of her breasts. I scooted down and kneaded the small of her back. Her hips raised slightly, and my hands of their own accord moved to cup her cheeks. The lotion was drying on my hands, and I moved back off the end of the couch. 

Sandy turned her head and pouted. "Hey, where'd you go?" 

"I'm right here." Applying more cream to my hands, I began to massage her feet. As she relaxed, I moved slowly up her calves. When I got to her knees I saw her thighs beginning to spread and her butt again rose from the chaise. I kept working the backs of her legs, slowly moving upwards. 

"God, that feels good," Sandy crooned. My hands were now on her thighs, which opened farther at my touch. I knelt between her legs and slid my hands back up to her ass. Sandy kept in good shape, and her butt was as toned as the rest of her, but her warm skin felt deliciously soft under my kneading fingers. My hands easily spanned her trim cheeks, and I pulled them a little apart with my thumbs.

That produced a soft moan, and her hips rose again. "Dan, you don't know what that's doing to me."

"I think I have an idea," I replied, dropping my thumbs into her crack and sliding my hands back down to her knees. My thumbs grazed her pussy lips in passing, causing a shudder. By now she was half up on her knees, and I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her right cheek.

"Shit!"

"What's the matter, honey?" Sandy asked, glancing back over her shoulder.

"That sun cream tastes awful."

"Aw, poor baby."

"Well, yeah," I said. "Because I was just going to do this with my tongue." I pointed my index finger and reached out and ran it along the moist fold between her inner and outer lips on the right side.

Her butt jerked and she groaned. 

"And then I was going to do this," and slid my finger through the fold on the left side.

"Oh, Jesus," she sighed and her butt jerked again.

"And then," I said, slipping the tip of my finger between her parted labia and sliding it slowly down her gaping slit, "I was going to kiss you right here." I took the hood of her clit gently between my thumb and index finger and lightly stroked it up and down.

Sandy was fully on her knees now, and I could see little shivers running over her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs. "And then, I was going to stick my tongue right here and lick you till you cried for mercy." With this I slid my entire index finger deep into her. As wet as she was, it went in to the hilt in one thrust.

Air exploded from Sandy's lungs as she bucked back against my hand. "Ah, dammit, Dan, you're killing me. You're going to make me come".

"Not yet, I think," I told her, sliding my finger out of her. Her cunt seemed to grab at my finger as it left her and she shifted backwards to try to keep me in her. "But if I wanted you to come, I might try this." I held my index and middle fingers together and placed the tips between her lips.

Sandy grunted and shook all over as my fingers eased into her. I fucked them in and out, my knuckles grazing her clit as she matched my motion. After we'd kept up a steady rhythm for a while I again withdrew my fingers.

"You bastard, come back here" she moaned hoarsely.

"Or this." I grouped three fingers together and stroked them along her glistening slit. Sandy was now quivering all over and her hips were thrusting back and forth. I knew she was close and I started to push my fingers into her. She reared back against my hand, grinding her clit into my little finger, and an earthquake ripped through her body. She was gasping for air and I could feel her muscles clamping on my fingers. I held my hand pressed tightly into her as she slowly calmed, then pulled out my fingers and stroked her ass and thighs until her breathing returned to normal. 

Sandy turned over and I stood up to give her some room on the chaise. I looked down at her exposed body. Her short brown hair was damp, and stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Her nipples pointed at to the cloudless sky above us, and a sheen of sweat made her stomach, shaved mound, and molded thighs shine in the sunlight. I never tired of the sight of her, and as I took her in I could feel my erection throbbing.

"Whatcha looking at?" Her voice was soft and warm, the voice of a woman who'd just had a satisfying orgasm. 

"God, you're beautiful." I meant it; she looked like a goddess.

"Oh, Dan, I love you. Thanks. Hey, you're not too bad yourself." She turned a little to look at me and said, "Not bad at all, and a man with a problem, I see." She eyed the projection in my bathing suit and she reached out to stroke my calf. "Let's see if I can help you with that."

Her hand slid up my leg under my loose bathing shorts and a tremor ran over me when she grazed my cock. 

"First thing, why don't you lose the suit." I slipped my hands under the waist-band and slid the suit down over my thighs. My hard cock bobbed up as I stepped out of the shorts and straightened up.

"Omigod, look at you all shaved. It seems like I barely got a peek at you yesterday and then we fell asleep so fast last night. Has it always been that big? Oh, shit, Dan, sorry. But I mean, look at you." I looked down and saw my stiff prick dancing in the sunlight. It did look bigger than normal, but I'd seen it like that right before Lee had made me come all over her. I throbbed even harder with that thought and tried to wipe it from my mind.

"Yeah, maybe it's the shaving. Or maybe it's just you." 

Sandy's eyes widened. "Why don't you sit there on the chaise and we'll see what we can do about it. You're all white there under your suit, and we don't want you to get burned."

I sank back onto the other chaise and leaned against the back-rest. 

"You're starting to get a little pink," Sandy said, and knelt between my out-stretched thighs. She rubbed some sun-screen onto the tops of my shoulders. "I think your chest is OK, but this definitely needs some protection." She shot cream below my navel and began to work it down over my lower abs. 

"So I did that to you?" she smirked. She put both hands around the base of my penis and stroked up to cover the head. "This doing anything to you?" 

I'd been monstrously turned on by Lee's show this morning and again by what Sandy and I had just done. My cock was like steel and Sandy's slow ministrations were bringing me close to the boiling point. She seemed to realize this and backed off, squatting between my legs but no longer moving her hands on my greased cock. After looking me deep in the eye for a moment, she leaned forward and took my raging head in her lips. I was almost there and thrust forward, but she backed quickly away.

"Goddamn, you're right. That stuff tastes terrible. Maybe we'll just have to do it this way." She slid her hand down to the base of my engorged cock and squeezed with her thumb and forefinger. My orgasmic urge subsided and when Sandy figured I was ready she started up her slow stroking again. 

Every time I thought I couldn't hold out any longer, Sandy would stop and catch the base of my penis in a tight grip. 

After the third or fourth time, with Sandy kneeling between my legs and me silently begging for release, she said, "That was pretty hot yesterday with Lee, don't you think?" My already throbbing cock sprang wildly in her hands. She slid her fingers down and clamped me off again. 

"Oh, really." Her hand drifted up and she gave me a squeeze. "You were a little turned on, too? You sure looked like it". A gob of pre-cum gushed out of my cock, and Sandy pulled her hand back down and tightened her grip on me once more. 

"How'd you like her pussy all shaved?"

Nothing Sandy could do could stop my orgasm now. Sandy felt it, too, and loosened her grip and resumed stroking. I tingled all over and then I was bucking like a stallion , and great white ropes of cum were shooting into the blue sky and falling onto my chest and stomach. 

Sandy sat stunned between my legs, gently milking my throbbing prick. "Wow. I guess I really pressed your buttons, didn't I?"

Then she was draped over me, her legs straddling my hips and her tits and stomach rubbing into the lakes of cum on my body. I closed my arms around her and crushed her to me, feeling the squish of hot liquid between our heaving chests. I came down eventually from my mind-blowing orgasm and nuzzled my head into Sandy's hair. I lifted my eyes and saw Lee staring out at us through the sliding door. 



Sandy, Lee, & Me Ch. 03



I gave a little start when I saw Lee in the doorway. My arms tightened around Sandy, and I nuzzled the top of her head. When I looked up, Lee was gone.

"You OK?" Sandy asked.

"Oh, yeah. More than OK." I wondered whether I ought to tell her Lee was home. Sandy is incredibly sexy and loves to show off her perfect, petite body. She's also an enthusiastic and inventive lover. Things had gotten pretty hot with the three of us in the living room yesterday, but I thought that was more a spur-of-the-moment thing, and nothing had actually happened. Well, nothing that involved Sandy. I just wasn't sure how she'd react if she knew her best friend had watched us having sex. Hell, I wasn't even sure Lee had watched. But after the cock-stretching stunts she'd pulled the last few days, I was willing to bet on it.

I pictured Lee's voluptuous, long-legged body and the way she'd been flaunting it at me, and considered the possibility of her spying on us. It made my cock twitch. Sandy was lying on top of me, her pussy on my shaved pubes, and the base of my thickening cock nudged her clit. 

"Mmm," she hummed. She pressed herself against me and gave me a little kiss where her head lay on my chest. Then she raised up and sat on my thighs, her hands on my chest. Though I'd come violently no more than 15 minutes ago, the pressure of her warm pussy on me had my cock moving against her ass. Sandy leaned down and kissed my lips. 

"Well, aren't you full of surprises today," she purred, and sat back up. She slid her hands lightly down my chest, onto her knees, and up her thighs, continuing around behind her until they rested on her ass. She leaned a little forward and pulled her cheeks apart, and I felt my awakening cock nestle along the length of her crack. Her hands returned to my chest, and she clenched her butt around me. The soft warmth of her ass, combined with the strong grip of her muscles on my cock, brought me to full stretch. I decided not to say anything about Lee.

"Jesus, Sandy, what are you doing to me?" She'd started a slow up-and-down motion with her hips, jacking me off with her ass. There was still enough sun-cream and cum on the head of my cock that it slid easily along her crack, while the shaft remained firmly clutched between her cheeks.

"Just what it feels like I'm doing. You want me to stop?" She grinned down at me, her big brown eyes sparkling.

"I don't want you to ever stop." Actually, I thought I normally might have come already from the sensations and the mental picture I had of what she was doing, but my orgasm had eased the tension, and I felt like I could go on like this forever.

"That's what I figured." Sandy closed her eyes, continuing her rocking. I reached up and covered her tits with my hands, letting her hard nipples poke out between my fingers. She sighed, and squeezed harder on my cock. I felt a drop of pre-cum tingle up through me and ooze out over the head.

There was a small creaking sound, and Sandy's hands tightened on my chest as her hold on my cock loosened. Her eyes flew open and she jerked upright onto her knees. My cock slapped onto my stomach. "What was that?"

"Nothing." I whispered. "Just the wind." I ran my thumbs over her nipples and felt her fingers relaxing. She sank slowly down until she was sitting on my flattened cock, and I saw her eye-lids begin to droop.

I chanced a look at where I knew the sound had come from, and saw the French doors leading to the little balcony off Lee's room on the second floor swing open. First her blonde hair appeared, then her blue eyes, staring down into mine, then her shoulders as she approached the cast-iron grill-work railing.

Lee wasn't wearing a top, and her hands were crossed to cover her breasts. When she stopped at the waist-high railing I could see her legs through the grill. She was stark naked. My brain was fritzing and sparking like a computer gone hay-wire. Lee kept inventing ways to turn me on, to fry my synapses, to drive me fucking crazy. What the hell was she thinking? She dropped her hands and rested them on the railing. Her upper arms pushed her breasts together and out, and her nipples pointed at me like stiff fingers. I was shaking like a rabbit.

"Yeah, me, too," Sandy breathed, and started sliding slowly along the length of my cock. I brought my eyes back to hers, and saw that they had drifted shut. Her wet pussy dragged from my balls to my blood-suffused tip. She sat upright and leaned her head back on her shoulders, her hands dropping to her thighs. Veins flickered in her throat. My hands slid easily over the mixed sweat and cum on her chest and stomach, and came to rest on her hips. Her cunt felt hotter than the afternoon sun beating on my shoulders, and her swollen lips half-encircled me and grabbed at me like little hands as she moved back and forth.

I glanced back up at the balcony. Lee licked her fingers and let them flit over her breasts, then lifted her left breast with her hand, and bent her head and fed her nipple into her mouth. My ass muscles contracted, and I had to consciously relax to keep from coming. My eyes traveled upwards and found hers. She was giving me her stare again.

"Oh, God, look at that." It was Sandy. She'd stopped moving above me. I jerked my eyes back to her, sure I'd been busted, but her glazed eyes were half-shut, and she was looking intently at the junction of our hips. My eyes followed hers, and I saw her cunt mashing against my quivering cock, the shining purple head just visible under her clit. My hips were pumping, and an inch or so of red shaft would appear and disappear between her lips. Little strands of clear pre-cum stretched from the head to her clit and again to my belly. The sight made my heart pound in my chest, and I was having trouble catching my breath. Sandy lifted off me and reached down to grab my bouncing prick.

"Dan, I've got to have you inside me," she moaned. She slipped the head of my cock between her lips and sank down, in one motion impaling herself to the hilt. Her pussy was tight and sopping wet, and her heat engulfed me as she began to ride me.

"Oh, Jesus. Sandy. Oh, damn it. Damn it. Oh shit. Fuck me," I groaned. My hands grasped at her and my legs were contracting, lifting my ass off the chaise. Sandy poured herself onto me and I met every down-stroke with a drive of my own. The sound of her butt clashing into my thighs was like hands clapping. I slipped my hands around her and filled them with her ass. My fingers slipped between her cheeks, and I yanked her against me, spreading her ass like a book and pulling her fiercely into my flailing hips. Her hair flapped wildly and her tits were bouncing on her chest.

My gaze shifted to the balcony. Lee had lifted her right leg onto the railing of the balcony and her hands were busy at her waist. The thick railing hid her just there where I wanted to see her, and I shifted my head up and down and side to side, trying to catch what she was doing. I couldn't, but it didn't matter. I knew.

Impossibly, my cock swelled inside Sandy, and she let out a choking sigh. Her right hand rose to stroke her nipple, then drifted down over her slippery side and back. She lightly caressed my crimped balls. I knew that was it for me, and I slid my thumb over her clit. She forced herself against my hand. I felt her shiver as a ground-swell blasted through me, and sparks shot behind my eye-lids. 

When my had breathing slowed, I opened my eyes. Sandy was slumped over me, her back rising and falling, her forehead on my chest. I let my hands roam over her and pulled her closer to me. Without looking, I knew Lee was gone, and I let my eyes fall shut.

We lay like that a while, the early evening sun warming us, our hearts beating together. 

Eventually Sandy stirred and lifted a hand to stroke over my cheek. I felt her breath ripple the sparse hairs on my chest as she said, "We'd better get dressed before Lee comes home and finds us like this." 

Sandy kissed my lips and got up and put on her robe and walked into the house. I held my breath, and when I didn't hear anything, relaxed back into the chaise. After a few minutes, I got up and started to slip on my shorts. My foggy brain tried to get around everything that had been going on the last few days, but as my limp cock flopped into my waist-band, a little thrill shot through it, and a smile crossed my lips. "Whatever," I shrugged. This was turning into one hot summer.

When I got inside, Lee was bent over the big round kitchen table, arranging some fruit in a wide, hand-carved wooden bowl I guessed she'd bought. There were bunches of red and green grapes, bananas, lemons and limes, and some small wicker baskets full of blueberries and raspberries. A couple of bottles of Bombay Sapphire gin and Grey Goose vodka as well as tonic and Noilly Prat vermouth stood on the counter. She was barefoot, dressed in a cut-off T-shirt and white shorts. I eyed her long legs and the sweet curve of her ass and I heard the shower shut off upstairs.

Lee didn't mention what had just gone on. She didn't say anything at all. She just turned her head and watched me watching her.

Sandy appeared on the stairs in her robe, rubbing a towel over her short hair. "Lee, honey, when did you get back?"

"I just now came, uh got in the door," Lee replied. She shot me a look.

Seeing the fruit-bowl, Sandy exclaimed, "Oh, Lee, you shouldn't have. It's absolutely beautiful, isn't it, Dan."

My eyes wandered over Lee. "Yeah, absolutely beautiful. Thanks, Lee."

We all stood there for a moment, then I said, "I think I'll get a shower," and went upstairs. 

After my shower I put on a white cotton dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up over my fore-arms, and a pair of chinos and soft tan loafers without socks. When I got back downstairs, the girls were sitting at the kitchen table, schmoozing and plucking at the grapes. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of New Zealand sauvignon blanc, popped the cork, and poured out three glasses.

I passed the drinks around and said, "Let's save the martinis for an evening in, OK? I was thinking we might go into Oak Bluffs for dinner. I know a place that does great burgers, and there's usually live jazz later in the evening. Nothing fancy. What do you think?"

They thought it was a plan, and when they'd finished their wine, they went up to change. I sat at the table and was draining my glass when I heard heels on the stairs. Looking up, my heart hammered. I guess my idea of nothing fancy and theirs didn't quite coincide. It was impossible to say whose skirt was shorter or whose legs were more spectacular. Sandy was all in white, with a hip-hugging skirt and a short, tight top that showed off her dark skin and perky breasts. Gold sparkled at her throat and wrists. Lee had on a thin, flouncy black skirt and a loose white silk long-sleeved blouse, un-buttoned low. Through it I could clearly make out her black lace bra, pushing her cleavage up through the low décolletage. They both wore high spike heels, Sandy's gold-colored with open toes and backs. Lee's were strappy black sandals that buckled around her slim ankles.

I gave a low wolf-whistle. "Every man we see tonight is going to wish he was me," I told them. They grinned at each other and grabbed my arms and led me to the car, their hips bumping mine as we walked.

Week-end or week-day, the Vineyard is mobbed in summer, and we had to drive around a while looking for a parking space. We finally found one a few blocks from the restaurant, and I dropped behind the women on the narrow side-walk, admiring the view. Sandy was vivacious, talking up a storm, bustling to keep up with Lee's long-legged pace and looking up at her as she talked. Lee sauntered languidly, bending her head to hear Sandy and answering her in muted tones. It was a beautiful, clear summer evening, and I felt peace and contentment wash over me as I followed them.

We hadn't reserved, and the restaurant was packed. A waitress told me it would be maybe a half-hour, so I ordered white wine, and we sat outside at one of the small tables on the sidewalk. What I'd told Sandy and Lee turned out to be no exaggeration: every man who walked by, whether he was alone or with friends, with his girl-friend or wife and family, turned to stare at them. I didn't blame any of them. I could barely take my eyes off Sandy and Lee, either. They talked together in high animation, their bodies in constant motion. A hand would shoot out to clasp a wrist or rest on a knee, shoulders would bump as they shared a laugh, necks stretched as their heads tilted back, legs were crossed and re-crossed. I sat back, sipping my wine, watching, content to let them re-form their old friendship.

When our table was ready, we went inside and ordered burgers, potato skins, and salad. I chose a bottle of Chilean cabernet, and we ate, drank and talked until a piano trio set up and began to play. The place had cleared out some, and couples got up to dance in the little space between the tables and the band-stand. The band was good and played mostly standards, and we nodded and tapped our feet as they re-arranged familiar tunes. After a few numbers, Sandy pulled me up by the hand and led me to the dance floor. She put her right hand in my left and draped her left arm around my neck. My right arm circled her waist and we swayed to the music. She lifted her head and kissed my neck.

"Dan, this has been the best vacation ever. Thanks for being so good with Lee. I know she was a little uncertain about coming out here. I mean, she's been my best friend forever, and here we are, a couple and all. It could have been uncomfortable, but you've really made her fit in. Thank you, sweetheart." She took her hand out of mine and wrapped both arms around my neck Standing on tip-toes, she reached up and kissed me on the lips.

I held her to me, feeling her soft lips on mine. Her breasts pressed into my chest, and her thighs warmed my own through our clothes. My prick rose between us, and Sandy looked into my eyes. A little smile traced her lips, and she said, "There's an idea. Keep it in mind. For now, why don't we go back, and when you've calmed down a little, maybe you can dance once with Lee. She must be feeling a little left out. And then we're out of here, big guy."

Sandy led me back to the table, where Lee sat with her legs crossed, her long thighs under her short skirt gleaming in the dim light. She looked at Sandy and then let her stare fall on me. As always, it was intense, and I still wasn't sure what she meant by it, but the spark that had been there since Sandy had shaved us flitted between us. I was about to drop into my chair when Sandy said, "That was yummy. Lee, why don't you dance with Dan."

Lee pushed back her chair and walked to the dance floor. I looked down at Sandy, and she smiled and mouthed, "Go on."

I followed Lee, watching her long legs in her high heels and short skirt, until she stopped and turned to me. She fixed me with her stare, and I held it for a moment before letting my eyes drop. Her bra lifted her breasts through her almost transparent blouse, and her nipples pushed forward. As I approached her, Sandy's "…when you've calmed down" flickered through my mind. I hadn't calmed down at all. Lee took in the bulge in my pants-front and stepped into me, placing her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I let my hands fall to her her hips. She leaned her upper body back, her head lolling as her eyes held mine. I fought down an almost irresistible urge to kiss her long, stretched throat, and closed my eyes, hoping to loosen her hypnotic hold on me. Her fingers traced over my neck and jaw-line, and her thighs pressed forward. Images of yesterday raced through my mind. "Oh, Jesus, no. Not again. Not now," I thought. Lee seemed to have other ideas, and pushed harder against me. We'd stopped moving and were glued together at the waist, electrified by the currents flowing between us, the rest of the world shrinking away like the little "beeoop" when you shut off the TV remote control.

Then the ballad ended and the lesser silence around us brought me back to reality. I stepped back away from her. There was a smattering of applause, and Lee let her arms drop from my shoulders and walked back to Sandy at our table. She gave me a quick glance over her shoulder where I stood nailed to the dance-floor, desperately trying to pull myself together. I stumbled around the side of the band-stand to the men's room and leaned on a sink. I watched myself in the mirror, seeing my color gradually return to normal and feeling my heart-beat and my erection slowly ebb. By the time I got back to the table, Sandy had paid the bill. We found the car and Sandy got behind the wheel and drove us home. 

Lee was silent as we drove. Sandy tried to keep up a conversation, and I pitched in a few comments from the back seat. When we got to the house, a full moon had broken from behind the clouds and illuminated the front yard. We all basked in the light for a few minutes before going inside.

Sandy grabbed a bottle of cognac from the side-table. "Anyone for a night-cap?"

"I think I'll just go to bed," Lee told us, and we wished her good-night and watched her climb the stairs. Sandy went to the toilet and came back, poured two snifters, and handed me one. We slipped off our shoes, and she led me out onto the front porch.

"I don't think we've see a moon like this since we got here," she said. "It's fantastic. Usually a fog rolls in and it's as dark as winter. Look at it now. It's almost like daylight."

It was. The moon shone on the pine trees and turned their needles silver. The grass of the front lawn, never luxurious on its sand underground, looked like a gleaming carpet, thick and smooth. We sat on the wicker couch on the front porch and soaked up the dense silence. The cushions still held a little warmth from the day's sun.

Sandy put her glass on the floor and took mine from me, placing it beside hers. She turned and put her arms around my neck. Her lips brushed mine and she whispered, "So what were you thinking back there on the dance-floor?" 

My mind flicked to a picture if Lee's throat, bent back, waiting for my kiss, and I pushed it aside. "Oh, you mean me counting and-a-one and-a-two as you led me around."

Sandy's breath was warm against my skin. "No, silly. I mean that big thing poking at me when I kissed you. "

"Oh, that. I think I remember. Maybe you can remind me."

"Maybe I can." She kissed my throat, and under my chin, and then she was in my lap, her bent knees around my hips and her arms tight around my neck, giving me her tongue. Her body moved all over me. I kissed her back, sucking her tongue into my mouth, and my hands drifted down over her back and hips, feeling her bare thighs under her ridden-up skirt. I stroked over them and my hands found their way to her ass. No panties.

"Don't tell me you've been commando all night and I didn't know it."

"Oh, would it have made a difference? What, you'd have done me right there on the dance floor?"

My cock was rock-hard and pressing at her bare pussy through my pants. "I might have, if I'd known."

Sandy smiled at me in the moonlight and wriggled her butt. "Yeah, you might have. Actually, it looked like you might have fucked Lee right there if that slow dance had gone on much longer."

I cleared my throat. My cock felt like it was about to break through my chinos. "Hey, you got me all worked up and sent me out there with her. I was just trying to do what you asked me." My voice was hoarse and my cock was pounding against Sandy's cunt. I felt her soaking through my trousers.

"It's OK, lover. I knew what I was doing. It was kind of a turn-on for me, too. My man and my best friend, getting all cranked up in public." 

"So you wanted me to fuck her, then?"




Sandy, Lee, & Me Ch. 03



"I wouldn't go that far. It was just hot seeing you two like that. But that's not the point." She was crowding against me, her heat penetrating our clothes. The night air in comparison seemed to have lost its warmth, and goose-bumps popped up all over me. "Here we are on a moon-lit night on Martha's Vineyard. Lee's asleep and we're both about to explode. Let's work on that."

She pulled herself away from me, stood up and stripped off her top and then dropped her skirt. Sandy's glorious body gleamed in the moon-light and a fire ignited in me, driving away my momentary chill. "I actually just took off my panties in the toilet here, so you know. But the fantasy doesn't seem to have done you any harm. Unless that lump in your pants is causing you pain."

I yankeded off my shirt, lifted my hips, and shucked off my pants and under-shorts. My cock jumped up and I sat back naked on the couch. "Not any more. Why don't you come over here and I'll try to warm you up."

Sandy sat on the couch and I dropped to my knees in front of her. I took her left foot in my hands and explored it like a blind man. Like the rest of her body, it was small and perfectly formed. I stroked it for a moment, then opened my eyes and looked her over. The moonlight made her dark brown hair glimmer and reflected off her cheek-bones. Her short hair framed her high forehead and wide-set eyes, and loose strands floated over her face. Her long, thin neck was stretched as she lay back on the couch cushions, and the rays of the moon combined with her tan to give her skin a burnished shimmer. Her stomach and thighs were taut from her work at the gym and showed muscle definition, and her hip-bones jutted up from her belly, but a little layer of woman-fat under her soft skin kept her shapes round. As my hands caressed her and moved up over her calf, her dark nipples hardened. She raised her right leg and set her foot on the couch. 

The sight of her shining labia drew me irresistibly to her, and I let my lips just graze over her while I breathed out a wash of warm air. She sighed, and I felt her muscles tighten. I looked up as my tongue flicked at her, and saw her back arch and her fingers flutter over her erect nipples before she reached for me and pulled my head to her. I knew she needed me now, and I dove forward, licking into her sweet pussy with my stiffened tongue and sucking at her clit. Her hands grappled at my head and her legs lifted onto my shoulders. Her thighs clamped around my ears and her hips bounded as she neared her orgasm. 

Sandy's throes gradually tailed off, and her hold on me loosened. Her eye-lids parted slightly. Her look was contemplative, sated and yet a little wondering. "I think summer on the Vineyard agrees with us, Dan. Maybe we should move out here full-time."

I raised up on my knees and kissed the damp skin between her breasts. Sandy had just had her third orgasm of the day. With our strenuous work schedules, we were lucky to get together three times a week. "Tell me about it." I didn't point out that Lee's intervention into our lives seemed to have raised the sexual heat immensely. I still didn't know what effect her presence was having on Sandy. Was the intense atmosphere something only I (and obviously Lee) felt, or was it getting to Sandy, too? She'd mentioned twice now that what had been going on had gotten to her. But was that just an observation, or might she want, on some level, to participate? That last thought raised fantasies of me and these two superb women together, and my already substantial erection bounced rabidly between her thighs. 

Sandy felt it, and reached out and let both hands settle around me. "Oh, God, Dan. You feel like you're about to pop. Poor boy, you've been all worked up for hours. What are we going to do about that?" She pulled me up and forward until I was standing in front of her. She took her hands off me and my cock twanged like an overloaded spring. In the monochrome light it looked like a platinum truncheon with an obsidian knob. Like some sort of atavistic weapon laced with liquid silver. 

"Come here, baby." She grabbed my ass and eased me forward. My fat cock-head beat against her lips, her chin, her nose, her cheeks, painting her face with my pre-cum before she could get her hand around me and under control. Finally she had me in her grip and pressed me to her. She slid me over her lips and slurped me in maybe half-way. Holding me with her mouth, she formed a tight diamond-shaped window with her fore-fingers around my shaft and her thumbs under my balls. She was sucking hard and her tongue was raging over me. My hands clasped her hair and I plunged in and out of her greedy mouth while she drew me even deeper with her hands. Within seconds I was oblivious, out of control and pumping wildly into her. I had one foot on the couch now and I was lost to everything but releasing the tension that the last few days had been building in me.

Slide-shows of Lee's shaved cunt thrusting at me, the feel of Sandy's ass surrounding my red-hot cock, almost blowing it on the dance-floor, Sandy's skin glowing like copper under the moon; they all washed over me as my balls contracted and I stuffed myself into Sandy's mouth. She loosened her throat, letting me sink yet deeper into he, and sucked harder as I emptied myself into her willing mouth. 

Sandy trailed her fingers over my ass and thighs as I wilted. When we'd calmed, she stood and took my cheeks gently between her hands. She looked into my eyes and kissed my lips. I tasted the salty tang of my cum, not unlike the sea air of the Vineyard.

"God, I love you, Dan."

I felt loose all over, and leaned into her, needing her to hold me up. "Yeah. I know. Me, too." We stood a few moments, letting our arms close around each other, as we came to our senses.

There was nothing left to say, and she took my hand and led me into the house and up our room. We climbed into bed and Sandy pulled the sheet up over us. I snuggled into her back and within minutes we were asleep.



Sandy, Lee, & Me Ch. 04



The light streaming in the bedroom window woke me. I glanced at the clock on the night-table and saw that it was almost 10:30. Wow. We didn't normally sleep so late. Turning, I saw that Sandy's side of the bed was empty. At least the coffee would be ready.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got under a hot shower. When I was clean I drew back the shower curtain and grabbed a towel. Standing there drying off I checked out my reflection in the big mirror over the double sinks on the far wall. I had gotten a pretty good tan over the past 10 days, except for the area normally covered by my bathing suit. My recently shaved pubes highlighted my hanging cock and balls, and I decided I liked the look. Thinking about how it got that way made my cock swell, and it swung as I strode back to my room. I threw on gym shorts and a T-shirt and walked downstairs.

Lee was alone at the table when I came into the kitchen, though there was a mug at the place next to hers. "Hey, sleepy-head," she said. "I was wondering if I was going to have to come get you up." She stopped with her mouth open and her cheeks colored. "I, I mean..." 

"Yeah, I guess all the sun and activity really got to me," I replied, throwing myself into the chair opposite her. Her color rose higher and she jumped up and walked to the counter.

"Want some coffee?"

"Sure. Thanks." As she reached to the cupboard to get a mug, her short robe rose along the back of her thighs, and I eyed her long, lightly-tanned legs. She must have felt my gaze, because she hurriedly put the mug down and filled it with coffee. She brought it over and set in on the table in front of me, then backed away to lean against the counter, folding her arms under her breasts. 

"Where's Sandy?" I asked.

"She, um, she went to the garden center. Something about shrubs for the flower beds." When I looked over at her she dropped her eyes. Lee had been brazenly turning me on for the past two days, looking me dead in the eye while she pulled her ball-clenching tricks. But Sandy had always been around, and now that we were alone in the house, the audacious Lee seemed to have disappeared.

I could feel the tension in the air. Little tremors were racing up and down my stomach and Lee was shifting nervously from foot to foot. Still not looking at me she said, "Well, if you're all set, I, uh, I think I'll go take a bath," and hurried from the room.

I sat there a few minutes, toying with my coffee-mug. "Fuck this, " I said aloud, and headed for the stairs. 

When I got to the bathroom door I could hear water running. I hesitated, my hand on the knob, then, taking a deep breath, pushed open the door. Lee's robe was draped over the low arm-chair between the tub and the sinks, and she was bent over the tub, her hair pinned up, shutting off the faucets. I took in the curves of her long legs and rounded butt. Her large, firm breasts swayed slightly as she turned her head toward me, and I felt my cock rising. 

"Dan! What...I'm... you..." I put my finger to my lips. "Shh." I stripped off my T-shirt and threw it in the corner. "But..." I brought my finger back to my lips, then shoved down my shorts and kicked them over by my shirt. Lee turned to sit on the curved edge of the big claw-footed tub, staring at me wide-eyed, and I walked toward her, my half-hard cock bouncing. "Listen, Dan, I..." I reached out and put my finger on her lips and sat next to her. Lee had put her hands on the tub on either side of her, and her body was stiff and angular. 

"Dan, really. I don't think..." I leaned over and kissed the point of her shoulder. Lee shuddered. " I..." My lips grazed over her collar-bone and I kissed the base of her neck. Her head bent back slightly and I kissed my way up to just below her ear, then trailed my lips back down and kissed the base of her neck again. I could feel the breath ease out of her, and her shoulders relaxed. I leaned in closer and kissed her throat. Her head went back farther still, and she rested her right hand lightly on my thigh.

Lee's skin glowed pale gold in the filtered sunlight and felt like silk under my lips. I couldn't stop kissing her. Her neck, her throat, her shoulders. I kissed the upper slope of her right breast, and as she turned to me and lifted her left arm to pull me closer, her nipple brushed my chin. I felt a shock run through her, and she arched her back and held my head to her. I sucked her rigid nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue. Her hand caressed my thigh, and now I jumped as the backs of her fingers brushed my sac.

I took her hand and stood and pulled her up to me. Lee twined her arms loosely around my neck. I rested my hands on her ass and she leaned her head back and gave me her blue-eyed stare, this time with a little smile touching the corners of her mouth. I put my head forward and let my lips brush hers. Our tongues met and sparks shot through me. Her arms tightened and she leaned into me. Her skin against mine from our knees to our lips made my entire body feel on fire. Lee broke the kiss and leaned back again, farther this time, so that we were separated to the hips. She looked own and gave a little giggle.

"What?" I followed her gaze and could see my shining purple cock-head throbbing between us.

"Reminds me of the other day," she said.

"Oh, that." I blushed. "Well, this time I'll try to make it last a little longer."

"You've got to be kidding. That was the hottest thing I ever saw." 

She cocked her head and looked up at me, another giggle bubbling up. "I wonder if I could make you do it again."

"I'm sure you could. You almost had me again when we were dancing. But I've got other plans."

"Oh, really. Like what?"

I didn't answer, but tightened my grip on her ass and lifted until just her toes were on the floor. I kept lifting and she raised her legs along mine and wrapped them around my waist. She was still leaning back and my cock was still trapped between us, but now I could feel her hot wetness pressed against me. We looked into each others' eyes as our hips ground slowly. 

"Oh. Like that." We kept up our slow rhythm until Lee squeezed with her legs and pulled herself up with her arms and my cock popped free. She started to lower herself and I felt the head graze her labia. I tensed my biceps and stopped her descent.

"That's not the plan" I said. 

"No?" She was still pushing down with her ass, and I was straining to hold her. My hips seemed to have a plan of their own and kept up their rocking, the tip of my cock just sliding in and out between her lips.

I knew I couldn't keep fighting her long. I jerked my hips back and bent forward, lowering her into the armchair. Her feet flopped to the floor, and I kissed her and gently pulled her arms from my neck.

I straightened up and stood back, breathing hard, and took her in with my eyes. She was lying slumped, her arms resting on the arms of the chair, her breasts and stomach rising and falling with her breathing, her long legs parted. I knelt before her and placed my hands under her knees and lifted her legs. Lee got the idea and pulled her legs up and out, draping them over the arms of the chair. 

Now I was where I'd dreamed of being since I'd watched Sandy shave her: face to face with Lee's wide-spread pussy. As I'd noticed before, her outer lips were heavy and rounded, and her labia protruded well beyond them. They were no longer pink, but blood-red, and gaped open under my gaze, swollen and shining with her moisture. Her clit poked out from under its hood, and I thought I could see her pulse beating in it. The sight had my cock throbbing and pumping clear pre-cum in an almost continuous flow. I tore my eyes away and looked up at her.

"Like I said. You're fantastic." She smiled as she looked at me. "And, like I said, I've got a plan."

"Oh, yeah, I'll bet you do." 

I sank onto my haunches and kissed about halfway up her right thigh. She was baby-soft and smooth. Her texture made me want more, and I kissed, licked, and rubbed my cheek along her skin. Lee rested a hand gently on my head, caressing her fingers through my hair. Her whole body was in motion, and she tugged me gently forward. 

I pointed my tongue and ran the tip gently between her lips. Lee jerked and groaned. I turned my head to the side and sucked in the left side of her wet pussy, pressing my lips together and sliding my tongue back and forth over her. Lee's bottom clenched and rose from the seat. I opened my mouth and got both labia in, sucking and licking. Lee was bouncing in the chair like a puppet. My face was soaked. I turned my head, broadened my tongue, and swiped up through her, coming to rest on her clit. Lee closed her hands in my hair, pulling me fiercely to her. "Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod. Daaaaan!" I lost all sense of myself, devouring her madly while she bucked.

When she had sunk back into the chair and loosened her grip on me and her legs had slid back to the floor, I straightened my back to look at her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, and her heaving chest was blotched with red. Little convulsions were running over her sweat-slick belly. Her blue eyes appeared behind half-open lids, and she gave me a new version of the stare, soft and warm. 

"Hey, you. That was some plan." 

"Plan A." 

Lee's eyes opened a little more. "Oh, is there a plan B?"

"You can't have a plan A without a plan B." 

"You're quite the planner."

"Well, actually, plan B is as far as I've got."

"And plan B is?"

I put my hands on the tops of her thighs and pulled myself back to my knees. My cock rose in the V of her thighs. It was dancing with excitement, and pre-cum coated the head and shaft down to my balls. The thick veins stood out like blue ropes, pulsing to the beat of my heart. Seeing my distended prick lurching so close to Lee's wide-spread, glistening pussy made me light-headed.

"Uh, plan B involves…" I stammered. 

Lee reached out and clasped me with her right hand. "I think I get it." She eased me towards her. I thrust forward, but then she stiffened her arm and stopped me in my tracks. She released her hold on me, and I groaned as she sat up and pushed her hand against my chest.

"I've got a plan of my own. Stand up." I laid my hands on her thighs again and pushed myself upright onto trembling legs. In the low chair her eyes were about at the level of my balls. 

"Dan, I think you may have been right about this shaving thing. I was wrong. You absolutely don't look like a pre-adolescent teen-ager. You look good enough to eat." Lee slid her hands up my thighs and wrapped them around my shaft. Pulling it down, she pouted her lips and planted a wet kiss on the head. Her mouth slipped across my flowing lubrication. The downward pressure on my cock and her tight grip on my shaft had me boiling. She backed off and looked up at me before leaning in again. She squeezed harder and sucked me in until my head was lost behind her lips. Stroking and sucking, she let her tongue swirl over my glans as her hands slid over my shaft. 

"Jesus, Lee," I breathed, "I don't know how long I can take this." Her lips smacked together as she pulled off me and let go.

"No problem, plan-man"

She stood and turned, backing me away with her butt, and lifted her right knee onto the arm of the chair. She leaned her arms forward and crossed them on the low chair-back. Her back sloped to her shoulders and her gorgeous ass was raised and pointed at me. 

She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned. "Plan B." 

I shuffled to her on shaky legs. I laid my left hand on her ass and tried to steady my wildly jerking cock with my right. I leaned forward, found her, and slid into her balls deep. A long sigh issued from somewhere in the cushions of the chair and mixed with my own. I pulled my right hand out from between us and let it rest beside my left on her ass. I leaned back from the waist and sucked in a deep breath, feeling my neck and shoulders relax. My hips had started their own motion unbidden, and I was stroking in and out of Lee's soaking cunt, slow and long. 

My heightened senses picked up the vibrations traveling through her body and through my own. As my pace increased, I slid my hands up to grasp her hips. I looked down and watched waves run over her soft cheeks each time I plowed into her. The sight of my hairless cock buried into her, skin on skin, and her slick labia grasping at me each time I pulled back, brought me close to the edge. I felt a pulse beating like a drum, but didn't know if it was hers or mine. I knew I'd lose it if I kept looking there, and as much as all my nerves and sensors were rushing me to orgasm, I wanted to stay here as long as I possibly could.

I dragged my eyes away and looked up at Lee. She'd let her head rest on her folded arms and turned it to the right, facing the big mirror. I twisted my head and searched for her eyes in the reflection. I saw her face, her mouth slack and her lips puffing and letting out a little "Oh" with every stroke. Her eyes were glazed and focused not on mine but further down the mirror. 

I widened my field of vision and took in the whole panorama: Lee, bent over the armchair, her magnificent body gleaming in the sunlight, all her curves and softness on display, her breasts swinging, her sides heaving, my hands gripping her waist, and my thick red cock slamming into her relentlessly. I felt my calf muscles tensing, and watched as Lee let her left hand float down over her nipples and stomach to graze her clit. Every cell in my body flashed to overload as I lunged forward. Lee's ass strained back at me. Her fingers stroked lightly over my balls, and behind my eyelids everything went black. 

I don't know how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes I was still standing behind her, my hands now on her butt, my hips pressed into hers. Lee was looking at me in the mirror. Her blue eyes sparkled as they met mine.

"So. Plan B," I gasped. 

"Yep. Twenty-four to go." 



Sandy, Lee, & Me Ch. 05



The water in the bath had long since turned cold, so Lee and I drained it and got under the shower together. We couldn't keep our hands off each others wet, soapy bodies. I knew where this was leading, but as much as my hormones and my reviving cock tried to convince me otherwise, I knew I had to get out of there. I held Lee away from me and rinsed off. 

"I've gotta go now. Sandy can be back any moment," I told her, and let my lips graze over her neck and shoulder one more time before I drew the shower-curtains aside and stepped out. I looked back at her as I grabbed a towel from the rail. She put on a big pout, then turned away, bending at the waist to show me her round ass, and picked up a razor. With a sigh, I tugged the shower-curtains shut and dried off. I walked down the hall, my cock half-hard and flopping in front of me. In the bedroom I wedged it into some underwear and shorts, and was pulling a T-shirt over my head when I heard the car pull up in the drive.

When I got downstairs and out the front door, Sandy had the trunk of the Saab open. She looked up and flashed me a smile. "Give me a hand here, fella?"

"Sure," I answered. "Whatcha got there?" 

"Dan, listen. I loved this place the minute I saw it. It's beautiful. But those boxwoods your father has planted around the foundations are a disaster. They can't take this climate at all."

I looked over at the shrubbery in the flower-beds along the front of the house on either side of the porch, and saw what she meant. The bushes were more brown than green, more dead than alive..

I turned back to Sandy. "Yeah, you're right. And?"

"And I went down to the garden store and had a long talk with the man there. He showed me a lot of things, and we decided on shrub-roses. They're from Canada and can handle the winters here."

I had an idea where this was all going, but I wanted to make sure. "So you want to...?"

"I want to tear out all those dying boxwoods and plant shrub-roses. Oh, Dan, your father was so good to let us use this place. I'd like to do something for him." 

I knew my father would give me the place if I asked; Sandy and I lived in Boston and he was in Florida with his new girl-friend. I doubted they'd be spending much time here. But I also knew Sandy.

"Sounds great. So let's get started."

Sandy gave me a serious look and said, "Two things, Dan. First, the shrub-roses have to be planted in the fall."

"Hey, that's no problem. We'll come back in september. You'll love it. All the tourists will be gone. You can almost imagine what it was like here a hundred years ago."

"And second, this is my project. I want to do it alone." She registered my look and said, "OK, I don't mean all alone; I want to have you here with me. But I'm doing all the work."

"Your wish is my command. So for now let's get some lunch and hit the beach."

Sandy grinned. "Lunch sounds great, but my wish now is that you help me unload the car."

I walked over and saw that the trunk was full of big white plastic bags. "That's mulch and fertilizer," Sandy told me. "I figure I can get the boxwood pulled out now and prepare the flower-beds for when we come back in september. Your command is to get all that stuff out of the car and put it where I can get to it."

Twenty minutes later I had the sacks piled on the lawn where Sandy had directed me, and we walked into the house. Lee was out of the shower and was making lunch: bruschetta with fresh vineyard tomatoes and basil, drizzled with olive oil. 

After we'd eaten and chatted, Sandy said she wanted to get to work on the flower-beds. Lee and I both offered to help, but Sandy reiterated that this was her project. Lee said she'd hang out back on the deck and be available if Sandy should need any help, and I decided to go for a run. 

It was brutally hot out, and I was covered with sweat when I walked up the drive fifty minutes later. Sandy was bent over the flower-bed, absorbed in her work, and didn't hear me coming. I leaned over and kissed her between her shoulder-blades, which were exposed by her light-blue tube top. She sprang back and looked up at me.

"Eew, you're dripping all over me."

"Yeah, and you're sweating all over my lips." I straightened up. "How's it going here?"

She spread her arm wide and pointed out boxwoods lying across the lawn like dead soldiers. "I'm getting there. I think I'll have this side of the porch done by evening. Then tomorrow I can do the other side. How was it out there?"

"Hot. I need something to drink, then I'll come out and give you a hand."

"Dan, I told you. This is all mine. You go in and get some water. Maybe see how Lee's doing. This could be getting boring for her. I'm fine here. Go on."

I kissed her again, on the lips this time, and wandered into the house. Standing at the sink, drawing a tall glass of water, I looked out at Lee sunning on the deck. She had on a tiny electric-blue bikini I hadn't seen before. As I stood there, taking in all her alluring curves and seeming acres of bare, golden skin, she lifted her sun-glasses to rest on her head and let her eyes, bluer and far more electric than her bikini, settle on mine. My glass was over-flowing, and I turned off the tap and sank onto a chair, closing my eyes and gulping down the water. 

I heard the door slide open and Lee's bare feet pad around the counter. I opened my eyes in time to see her lift one hip and half sit on the table facing me. Her dangling left foot brushed my calf.

"Careful, I'm all wet," I told her.

"Me too." She lifted her foot to rest it on my slippery thigh, and her legs spread open. "Want to feel?"

The bikini bottom was minuscule and tight against her flesh. Her outer lips bulged around the sides, and I could see her pubes thrusting out against the thin blue cloth. I tore my eyes from the sight. 

"Jesus, Lee. Sandy's right outside."

"I know. Want to feel?" Her fingers plucked at the thin string tied at her left hip, and the knot fell open. Mesmerized, I watched as the slip of material between her legs loosened and half slipped away, exposing most of her bare mound.

"I shaved again in the shower after you left." Her hand drifted down and stroked over her skin, at the same time pushing her bikini bottom completely to the side. "It's so smooth. Come on, feel it."

I couldn't resist her. My hand snaked up over her thigh and rested on her hip, and my thumb, almost unbidden, stretched out to lightly graze her shaved skin. It was so soft, like a baby's, and as I caressed her, Lee's head lolled back on her shoulders and she leaned back onto her elbows on the table. The tip of my thumb grazed her wetness, and suddenly I was all over her, leaning forward in my chair to slurp at her swollen cunt. I lapped at her like a dog at his bowl, and her legs closed around my ears and her hand clasped into my hair, pulling me closer. She smelled and tasted slightly of sweat and entirely of woman. 

When we'd both come to our senses a little, I sat back in my chair and Lee lay on the table. She looked out at me through slit eye-lids and between the heaving mounds of her breasts, barely covered by her bikini top. After a moment, she sat up and reached behind her neck and fiddled at the knot there. The strings slipped free and the tiny triangles which had been straining to hold her breasts fell away. She leaned forward and rested her hands on my shoulders.

"Do my back?"

"Lee, we can't," I said at the same time I bent to her and reached around her to loosen the tie on her back. Her top fell away and her round, glorious breasts swayed before my eyes. I sucked in a nipple, and she stood up to give me full access to her body. The half-tied bikini bottom slid down her leg and lay on the floor. My hands had found their way around her and clenched her ass cheeks, pulling her to me as I nuzzled my way down her stomach.

Lee laid her hands gently on my shoulders and pushed me away.

"Oh, thank you, God. At least someone's come to their senses here," what was left of my conscious mind thought, even as I strained to lap once more at her pussy. I sat back in the chair and looked at her. Sweat gleamed over all her curves, sparkling on her shoulders and running in little rivulets over her breasts and down to the V of her thighs. I looked up into her blue eyes. I knew we'd pushed our luck to the limit, and figured she knew it, too. I was about to stretch forward and plant one last kiss on her delectable, round belly before telling her so, when she reached out and laid a forefinger against my lips. 

"We're not done here yet," she whispered to me. She dropped to her knees and ran her hands up over my sweat-slick thighs. They slid easily under the loose light nylon of my running-shorts and encased my hard-on through the mesh lining. Oh, jesus. Hot as it had been outside, it was nothing compared to her hands around me. My hips bucked, and Lee slipped her hands out of my shorts and hooked them in my waist-band.

"Goddamit, Lee, we can't do this," I gasped as I lifted my butt. 

"Yeah, you're right," she agreed, and she peeled my shorts down and stripped them over my feet and threw them aside. My cock stood up between my legs, red and rigid. I could feel the pulse of it throbbing in my brain. Lee cupped my balls in her palms, and I had to fight back an orgasm.

"I guess we can't do this, either." She dipped her head down and slurped the head of my cock between her lips. She looked up and held my eyes, and then she backed off. My ass rose off the chair, chasing her.

Lee was smiling at me, almost laughing. She leaned into me. Her hot breath caressed the tip of my bobbing cock. 

"I know Sandy's outside." My cock throbbed against her pouted lips. "I know you don't want her to see us like this." A big gob of pre-cum squeezed out of me and painted her lower lip. Lee's eyes opened wider. "Or maybe you do?"

I shook myself awake. "Oh god. No."

I gathered my last ounce of reserve and pushed her away from me. I was breathing hard, and Lee's breasts were heaving on her chest. God, she was beautiful. All my hormones were telling me, "Go for it," and what was left of my atrophied brain cells were shouting, "Dude, Sandy's right outside"

Lee stood up and gave me her killer stare. Her lips seemed full of blood as she looked at me. She walked toward the stairs and said, "You know where to find me if you want me."

I watched her smooth, lightly tanned legs brush against each other as she walked away. Her hips swayed, and when she got to the stairs, she looked back at me over her shoulder. The look of pure lust in her eyes must have mirrored mine.

I didn't have to think; I just followed my dick. When I caught up to her, she was on the second step and she'd lifted her right foot onto the third. My hands closed around her left thigh, just above her knee. Lee stood still where she was, and I slid my hands up along her soft, warm skin until the knuckles of my right index finger brushed the moistness of her gaping lips. Without a word, Lee bent forward and put her hands on a higher stair. I stepped up onto the first stair and slipped balls-deep into her from behind.

A deep, racking moan escaped Lee's lips. I held onto her waist, just above the flare of her ass, and plunged in and out of her. She was burning hot and soaking wet. My cock, slicing easily through her slickness, felt like it had been carved out of ironwood. All my senses were on over-load. I could feel the warm island air on me as I pulled out of her, and the searing, all-encompassing heat of her as I pushed forward. The sound of my hips slapping at her butt and the sodden squish each time I plowed into her became deafening. Someone was crooning, almost whining, with each thrust, and I couldn't tell if it was Lee or me.

Lee was working as hard as I was. Every forward thrust was met by a backward push of her ass, trying impossibly to work me even deeper into her. I felt tremors under my sweating hands where they gripped her waist, and I knew she was going to come. I was there, too. I clasped her tighter to me, plunging onward to the release we were both dying for.

"Oh my god. What are you doing?" Sandy's shout pricked through the fog of my brain at the same time Lee pulled herself off me and scrambled up the stairs. For a split-second I was petrified, then I turned to see Sandy standing with her hands on her hips and glaring up at me, her face twisted in shock and hurt. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was preparing an explanation, but then everything closed down and I was coming. I watched in awe as ropes of sperm spouted out of my reddened cock, spattering at first on the floor and then, as my hips jutted, onto Sandy's toes in her sandals. I was trying to cover my dick with my hands, having no luck, not even close, still spurting cum over my fingers, when Sandy stepped forward and slapped me across the face.

"You bastard!" She spun and stormed out the front door. I was dangling somewhere between the elation of my orgasm and total depression as the seriousness of the situation began to sink in. I tried to call out to her, but only a thin croak came from my lips. I heard the car start up outside and I walked into the living-room and fell onto the couch. Gravel crunched and the sound of the Saab faded away.

I was leaned over, holding my head in my hands, when I heard Lee creep down the stairs. I felt the couch shiver as she sat down next to me. I leaned back and looked at her. She tried to put on a smile, but I could see she was as shook up as I was.

"She's gone?"

I nodded. 

"Oh, shit, Dan. I'm so sorry. What are we going to do now?"

Lee was close to tears, and I was shell-shocked, but when I looked over at her naked body, slumped in dejection on the couch next to me, I could feel blood coursing through my veins.

"Did you come?" I asked her.

"What?"

"Did you come? There on the stairs. Before…"

Lee looked at me in amazement. "Dan, jesus, how can you ask me that now?"

I locked in on her blue eyes. "Did you?"

Those beautiful blue eyes narrowed. I saw blood rise to her cheeks. She turned away and took in the thick spatters at the bottom of the stairs before looking at me again. She was almost smiling. "I guess you did."

"Did you?," I asked one more time.

Lee leaned back on the couch and I could see her muscles relax. She looked at me beneath lowered lashes. "No. I was right there, but no, I didn't come, if you must know."

I dropped off the couch and positioned myself between her knees, pushing them apart. Her sweet, shaved pussy was staring at me and opening under my look.

I raised my eyes and met hers. They were almost closed, but I could see the smile they barely hid. 

"So. Wanna?"

"Wanna what?" But she knew what I talking about.

My head was being pulled forward as if by a magnet. "Wanna come?" I managed to mumble through a mouth-full of flesh as Lee's thighs closed around my ears.

"I thought you'd never ask," I almost heard her say.



Sandy, Lee, & Me Ch. 06



When Lee finally did come, nearly suffocating me in the warm clasp of her thighs around my head, she lay back on the couch and I rested my cheek on her stomach. Her hand ruffled through my hair and I looked up at her. Her intense blue-eyed gaze, which had entranced me and captivated me since she'd first arrived on the Vineyard, focused slowly on me. I saw her look of sated lust, and I kissed her belly, but there was something else in her eyes, too. An emptiness that I hadn't seen before.

I knew what it was, and I crawled up off my knees and sank down beside her on the couch. My cock, which had risen again while I tongued her to her orgasm, began to subside. I reached out and stroked the blonde locks off her forehead. She turned to me, and the clear blue of her stare clouded over. Crystal droplets formed at the corner of her eyes and swelled to run over her cheeks.

"Oh, fuck. I know, Lee. Sandy. What are we going to do now?"

"I don't know," she said. "I don't know." She slid over and threw her arms around me, snuggling into me. I felt her tears dropping onto my chest and running down to my navel. I was as despondent as she was, but still her soft, warm skin against mine, caressing me, drew me to her. I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her body tight to mine. 

I guess we fell asleep. When I came around, the sun was setting and the living-room was filled with shadows. I slipped from Lee's embrace and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. While the tap ran, I bent forward and put my head in my hands.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit. I'm fucked." Yeah. Fucked. That was what got me here. Fucking. Fucking Lee. Fucking up my life. Oh, god. Lee's words echoed through me as I asked myself what I was going to do. "I don't know. I don't know." Those three short words were a litany, repeating themselves over and over in my head. "I don't know."

And then there was the other question. The one I had to stare in the face and answer as honestly as I could: 

How had I gotten myself into this mess in the first place?

"I don't know," wasn't going to cut it here, I knew. I had, or had had, as near a perfect life with Sandy as anyone could hope for. We fit. We complemented each other. Yin and yang. Sun and moon. Salt and pepper. Sandy intrigued me endlessly. She loved me passionately. She satisfied me, sexually and intellectually. 

So how had I gotten into this mess? Because I was a horn-dog. A selfish, horny, ego-inflated, horny, weak, horny idiot. I had the love of one woman and figured I'd go for two. Why? Was Lee so beautiful, so fantastic, that I had to put my relationship on the line to have her, too?

Wait a second. As long as I'm trying to be honest with myself: yes. Lee is absolutely, stunningly, eye-popping gorgeous. And the frank desire I see in her blue eyes when she looks at me is immensely, intensely exciting. Something so raw and direct that it's way outside of my experience. And to continue my new-found honesty, it's immensely, intensely flattering. That's my excuse. 

That's my excuse? 

Oh, fuck. I realized how lame that all sounded. Examining myself like this was too hard. Too damning. Easier to go back to "I don't know." 

I was slumped there over the counter, I-don't-know-ing myself to death, when Lee's arms surrounded me. She leaned into me and held me tight from behind. Goddam it, I'd seriously screwed up my whole life chasing after her. Or being chased. Whatever. But the touch of her skin on mine, the feel of her big soft breasts pressing into my back, the heat of her thighs against me, were a siren call to my over-taxed mind. The insanity of the situation seemed clear to me, but the blood flooding into my stiffening prick must have drained directly from my brain, leaving it empty.

I turned to Lee, my hands dropping to her waist. I looked into her eyes. Those big, blue eyes. From day one they'd been like deep blue pools, drawing me in, egging me on.

I'm no fool. Or yes, I am. I'd had a moment of clarity and knew I couldn't blame Lee for what had happened. But I just couldn't resist her eyes. Or any of the rest of her, for that matter. Her breasts, for example.

I cupped them in my hands, feeling the weight of them. Her nipples popped out and I bent to lick them. I looked up as I sucked her in. Her eyes were half closed, but the intensity of her gaze was undiminished. I straightened up and let myself be pulled into her stare.

Lee put her hands on my shoulders and, holding my eyes with hers, rose onto her toes and pushed her hips forward. The smooth, unbelievably soft skin of her mound brushed my hard cock and then trapped it between us. We'd been here before on the road to the trouble we were in now. Twice. But that fact drifted immediately to a back burner as the heat of her loins lit me.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. I'd never felt her so hot before, or maybe I'd never been so hot holding her to me as now. I grazed her neck and she leaned back her head and pressed herself to me. Her veins thudded against my lips, and I bit and sucked at her. I couldn't get enough. I lifted her and turned, settling her ass on the kitchen counter. I feasted on her neck and shoulders and breasts, lost in the feel of her soft, warm skin on my lips as my hips thrust my cock back and forth along her slippery slit. 

"Oh, god, Dan." Lee was clutching at my shoulders and scrabbling to get her arms around my back. "Fuck me now. Put it in me. Please."

I lifted my head from her nipples and backed off to look into her eyes. My feverish lust was mirrored in those blue depths. "Not yet."

I gripped her shaking shoulders and pushed my torso back from her. I willed her eyes to follow mine. Down.

"Look at that," I managed to squeeze out through my tightened throat as I watched my cock, shiny slick and a furious deep purple I'd never seen before, slide over her flushed, wide-open lips. "Ever seen anything like that before?"

A softening in her eyes told me she knew what I was talking about. She reached down and stroked her finger-tips over the top side of my cock and looked up at me with her smoldering blues eyes. The wet, burning velvet of her pussy-lips and the gentle pressure of her fingers were pushing me to the edge. The soft touch of her fingers over my swollen veins was heaven and hell in one. I was dying. Dying to ram myself inside her, dying to come, dying to hold her gaze to mine and watch her melt as her orgasm took her. But more than anything I was dying to re-enact that moment when I'd first come with her, that moment when I knew I had to have her again and again. When I accepted somewhere in the recesses of my sex-enfeebled mind, that I'd give up everything for that one dive off the high wire. 

Maybe Lee knew what I was feeling. Her eyes burned bright blue, sapphires melting in a solar heat, boring into mine. She locked her stare to mine and let her hand fall away from the join of our hips. Then she looked down at my hard-on and tightened her legs around my hips, pulling me to her. The pressure and heat were more than I could stand. That old tingling feeling, more intense than I'd ever known before, stretched through my legs and over my spine. I tried to make contact with Lee's eyes, but she was looking down between our legs. I looked, too, trying to hold my eyes open as earth-quakes shuddered through me.

I could feel Lee's legs tightening then loosening around me, then tightening again. Her hands reached out to me and then fell onto the counter to grasp its edge. Her hips thrust and jerked with my own. Hot liquid fire burst through my straining cock, turning to pure molten pleasure. We watched together as gusts of cum burst like lava out of me. The first drops landed on her stomach, and then jet after jet strayed further up her body, striping her breasts and neck and landing in her hair. 

I stood between her legs as she lay back on the counter, easing my hands down the softness of her sides as her quaking slowed and my breathing returned to normal. I stroked her soft stomach and her quivering thighs, and leaned forward to kiss her heaving breasts.

Lee watched me while her spasms diminished. The fire in her eyes had dimmed some, but when she looked up at me, they still held mine irresistibly. 

I wasn't a bit closer to figuring out what to do about Sandy.



Sandy, Lee and Me: The End



It had become dark outside, and Lee and I were dressed now. She was on the couch and I was making us martinis in the kitchen. Neither of us was hungry.

I brought her drink over and lifted my glass to hers. We didn't have anything to celebrate; I was feeling devastated, and Lee seemed shell-shocked. But still, in the feeble smile she gave me as we clinked our glasses, that inextinguishable fire burned in her blue eyes. That fire, even more than her impossibly gorgeous body or her irresistibly seductive antics, was what had drawn me to her and into the purgatory we now found ourselves in. 

She bent her head to take a sip and then looked up at me. 

"Dan," she began.

"Don't."

"But..."

"Just wait, OK?" I tried to pull all my thoughts together. What could I say that would in any way make this better? I could tell her it was all my fault, but we'd both been more than willing conspirators. I could tell her everything was going to be all right, but I didn't believe that myself. The more I thought, the clearer it became to me that I didn't have any solutions. But I had to say something. 

"Listen." Lee looked at me expectantly.

"Sandy just ran out of here, right?" Lee nodded. "OK," I continued. "So she doesn't have any of her stuff with her, and no place to go, really. That means she's got to come home. And when she does, we can all sit down and try to talk this whole mess out."

Jesus. Was that the best I could come up with? Lee's eyes narrowed, and I could see she thought this was as lame as I did, but I went on. "I don't see what else we can do. I mean, she's my, what, my lover, and your best friend..."

"Oh, god," Lee moaned. "That's exactly why I can't face her. Really, Dan. I can't."

I went over and knelt on the floor in front of her, willing her to look at me. "However this turns out, you've got to know one thing. I don't regret a second of what we did."

Lee was shaking her head, and I laid my hands alongside her neck, my thumbs caressing her damp cheeks and my fingers tangling in her hair. "Yeah. OK," she said. "I know. Me, too. But you know what I mean. It's like you plugged me into some electric current that I didn't even know existed. That's nothing I could ever talk to Sandy about."

I heard her say that and knew there was no better way to describe what had happened between us. Then, oh jesus, her soft arms were resting on my shoulders and her fingers were playing between my shoulder blades, and her eyes came up to mine and glowed bright blue. I pulled her closer, and the phone rang.

We leapt apart. Lee looked over at the kitchen counter and then back at me. The phone jangled again.

"Go on. Answer it. You know it's her."

My legs shook as I got up and stumbled to the counter. I looked back at Lee, and she had her head buried in her hands. I took a deep breath and picked up the receiver.

A blast of music hit my ear, and I said, "Hello."

"Is that you, you bastard?" She slurred the s in bastard, and I knew she'd been drinking.

"Sandy, where are you?"

"Like you care, you fucker."

"Come on. Tell me where you are and I'll come get you." Then it occurred to me that she had the car. "No. Take a taxi. Just come home."

"Oh, sure. That'd be wonderful. The three of us. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Her voice rose to a scream. "Where is she, damn it? You're fucking her right now, aren't you? You're fucking her and you're both laughing at me."

"Come on, Sandy. Take it easy. Lee's upstairs," I lied.

"Take it easy? Take it easy?" She was wailing now. "You'd know all about that. You take it any way you can get it, goddamn you! You take it on the god damn stairs. With my best friend. Tell me, Dan. Where else did you do it?" The wails turned to sobs. "Oh, god, please don't tell me you fucked her in our bed."

I hadn't, but I wasn't going to get into that. "Sandy. Please come home."

The music stopped and there was a moment of silence on the phone. Then Sandy's voice came back. No sobs. No recriminations. Crystal clear and suddenly sober.

"Yeah. OK. I'll come home. But I don't want to see that bitch, and I don't want you in my bed. I'll call a cab. It'll probably be a half hour before it gets here, and then another twenty minutes before I'm home. That gives you two fifty minutes to figure out how you're going to explain yourselves to me in the morning. The clock's ticking, Dan."

"Sandy. Wait," I said, but the line was dead.

I hung up and turned to Lee. "Well, that went about as well as could be expected."

"I don't think I want to hear about it. I'm going to bed." 

I nodded and watched her climb the stairs, then turned out the lights and lay on my back on the couch. I crossed my hands behind my head and wondered how I'd ever gotten into this situation. I pictured Sandy, her dark, slim beauty. I remembered the good times we'd had together, and her smile and the way she looked at me. I shook my head, unable to fathom how I'd let that get away from me, and latched onto a thin hope that I could get it back.

Then, unbidden, pictures of Lee started to flood my brain. Her body in a bathing suit. Out of a bathing suit. The challenge in her eyes. Her blue eyes. And I knew that as much as I wanted Sandy back, I was powerless to resist Lee. I knew what I'd told her before was true. I didn't regret anything. I'd do it again in a heart-beat. 

Contemplating your weakness is never comfortable, but that's all I had. I'd taken the love of an ideal woman, and a perfect relationship, and I'd trashed them. I'd been on the road to heaven with Sandy; I really believed that. What we had together had been as perfect as i could imagine two people having. I clenched my hands at my forehead, willing myself to make something of this situation, to come to grips with what had happened and sort out what to do next. I couldn't. I sank into a funk, stuck with all my short-comings. And I knew I'd never be able to get myself out of this. 

Lights flickered through the windows and I heard the taxi pull up outside. The car door slammed and the cab drove away. I realized I was holding my breath, waiting to hear Sandy's footsteps. All I heard was the swish of the front door opening, and then the click of the latch as it shut. I knew then that she was barefoot and trying to make as little noise as possible. I felt the air move as she came into the living-room, and I closed my eyes. 

Was I hoping she'd stop and touch me, acknowledge me in any way? Of course I was. My muscles were as tight as a drum-head. Then the loose board on the fifth stair creaked, and I knew I was alone. My body uncoiled and sleep came over me.

The sun shining through the window and the smell of coffee made it seem like any other day on the Vineyard when I woke up. Then I realized I was on the couch and I remembered why. I was in deep shit. I wanted to go back to sleep, to forget it all and maybe wake up someplace else, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. So I got up to face the music. 

Walking to the kitchen was like walking into last week. Sandy was at the table in her short white robe, sipping her coffee. She looked delectably rumpled, as sweet and tan and beautiful and sexy as I'd ever seen her. She seemed unaware of my presence, and as I watched her, I wanted more than anything to step into a time-machine and undo everything.

Then her dark eyes flicked up and caught mine. I thought I'd seen everything in them before: love, laughter, pleasure, passion, sheer joy; but her look of cool appraisal was new to me. I was suddenly intensely aware that I was unshaved and hadn't showered, and as often as Sandy had seen me like this before, my discomfort increased.

I wanted to pretend I hadn't seen her, to slip upstairs and do something, anything, to prepare myself for what was coming, but she lowered her cup to the table and said, "Come sit down, Dan."

The last few steps to the kitchen table were an endless death-march. I got through it somehow and pulled out the chair opposite her and sank into it. I waited for the onslaught, and when Sandy stood up, my shoulders hunched.

"Coffee?" 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I raised my eyes and saw Sandy walk to the counter to re-fill her mug and pour one for me. She came back, set my coffee in front of me, and took her place at the table.

"So. Not exactly what we envisioned for our vacation," she said in a conversational tone.

My brain was in over-drive, trying to get a handle on her mood. Last night on the phone she'd been furious, then hysterical, and finally icily angry. Though I'd done my best not to think about this morning, I'd expected some serious fireworks. Now the last thirty seconds had given me a glimmer of hope that I might get out of this with my manhood and our relationship intact. I knew I had to let her take the lead.

"No. Not exactly." I studied my coffee cup.

"Dan. Look at me." I knew I had too. "Our first week here was perfect. This house, this island. The sun. The beaches. It was idyllic. And then with Lee, too. I've never felt so relaxed as the evenings we spent together. Remember?"

I did. The feelings, not just the sexual tension, but the camaraderie, the loose, easy sense of togetherness, washed over me. That Sandy could bring this all up now, after what had happened, gave me new hope. I put my hand out across the table and covered hers. She smiled at me.

"Why don't you go get Lee up. We'll need to talk."

I pulled her hand to me and kissed her fingers. She didn't back away. I looked at her, trying again to fathom her mood. There was nothing there I could get hold of. I got up and went up the stairs.

Lee was curled into the fetal position on her bed. Her blonde hair spread across the pillow behind her head, and the sheet was down around her hips. I'd never seen her asleep, and in the morning sunlight she looked absolutely innocent. I sat on the edge of the bed and caressed her shoulders until she began to move. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles like a baby and turned onto her back. 

"Dan?" 

"Yeah, it's me. Good morning."

She went from sleep to panic in seconds. "Sandy didn't come back?" 

"Shh. Relax. She's here."

Her eyes widened as her alarm heightened. "What are you doing? You've got to get out of here," she whispered. She pushed at me with her hands. I grabbed them and pressed them back gently until they were beside her head on the pillow. I kissed her on her forehead.

"It's OK," I told her, sitting back up.

Her face was all confusion, unsure of what she was hearing. Holding her wrists, I bent forward and kissed the corner of her right eye. "It's..." I kissed the corner of her left eye. "...I think, somehow..." I kissed the corner of her right eye again..."I think it's going to be OK,"

She was about to say something, but before she could, I kissed her lips. Just a soft, sweet good-morning kiss, Her lips turned to velvet under mine. I knew this was not the time to continue, and I pulled back from her. But the stretch of her neck and the rise of her breasts in the morning light were irresistible. Sandy was downstairs and I was holding Lee pinned to the mattress. All the danger, all the thrills, rushed through me. And Lee's eyes, when I could tear my own away from the sight of her on her back, on the bed, somehow resisting me and urging me on at the same time, were burning. I pushed harder on her wrists, and she arched up to me. 

"Dan!"

Her voice brought me back to some semblance of normalcy. 

She was looking up at me. "I don't think it's going to be OK."

Whatever Sandy had said downstairs, however composed she'd been, I knew in that moment that Lee was right. I eased off, but then the sight of her, on her back, submissive, her arms up like that and her breasts rising, was more than I could take. I kissed her left nipple. She fought my hands, but at the same time rose farther off the bed. I kissed her neck where the throbbing artery met the curve of her shoulder. I could have stayed there forever. Then her hands were free from mine and forcing me away from her.

"Dan."

I came back into the present.

"Sandy." That's all she said. All she needed to say.

My passion and my erection withered together. What had I been thinking? 

"Oh, yeah. Right. She's waiting. Get yourself together. I'll see you downstairs." I rose off the bed and walked toward the door.

"Dan?" she said again. "What's going to happen?"

I turned back. Lee was on the edge of the bed, looking at me. 

"I don't know. I really don't know."

I went out the door and back down the stairs. Sandy was where I'd left her, sitting at the table, and her eyes raised to mine. 

"She'll be right down," I told her.

Sandy nodded and took a sip of her coffee. 

I didn't know what I should do, and I just stood there, fidgeting, wondering if I should sit again at the table. Sandy offered me no help. I was trying to figure what to say when I heard Lee behind me on the stairs. She came down slowly, but before I could turn to look at her, Sandy stood and pulled out the chair next to her.

"Lee."

I completed my turn. Lee was on the bottom step. She had on her short silk robe, and she hadn't done anything to get herself ready for whatever was coming. Her hair was a blonde, glorious mess, her breasts thrust out through the lose silk, and her long lightly tanned legs stretched forever above her bare feet.

I gawked as she sauntered over to the table and sat down. I looked at Sandy. Her sweet brown eyes gave nothing away. "Coffee, Lee?"

"No. I don't think so." The hot blue fire I'd seen so often in her eyes flashed and then turned passive as she looked at Sandy.

"All right, then." Sandy sat down. "Let's get to it." She looked at me and I had to look away. What the hell was going on? I had been sure this was all going to work out.

Sandy leaned forward and rested her arms on the table. "So, Lee. You've been fucking my man." There it was. There was nothing sweet in her eyes now, and I backed away from the table.

"Yep."

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I could tell Sandy was shocked at Lee's answer. She rocked back and all her muscles slackened. Before she could recover, Lee was going on. "Are you kidding? Fuck him? I hardly have to touch him to make him come." 

Sandy's eyes were wide open as she shifted her glance to me. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I backed further away from the table. She didn't have to ask anything; it was all over my face. But she did.

"Dan?"

What could I say? What could I do? Sandy turned back to Lee and we both watched as Lee eased back in her chair and her robe opened. Her breasts swelled against the silk and she lifted a foot and laid it on the table. The long line of her thigh and the beginnings of the curve of her ass were exposed to us. Sandy gasped at what she saw. Lee just looked at her. The bright blue fire in her eyes lit up again, daring Sandy to respond.

This was my moment to step in, to say something in this short tiny moment that might turn aside the animosity that was building between them. I felt my mouth open and then close before anything could come out. My eyes flitted back and forth between them.

Sandy was leaning back in her chair, slack jawed. glancing sometimes up at me but mostly looking at Lee's brazen display. I was looking at Sandy, trying to gauge her take on what was going on, but my eyes kept shifting to Lee in her chair. 

The fire in Lee's eyes had dimmed again and a languid, supremely self-assured look had taken its place. She looked down over her stretched leg and then up into Sandy's eyes.

"Get real, Sandy." She lifted her other leg and crossed a perfect foot over her perfect ankle. "He's a guy." Her robe fell away from her legs and I had to stare at the shaved mound just hidden between her thighs. I pulled my eyes away and looked over at Sandy. 

Two minutes ago, Sandy had had all the cards in her hand. She'd had me, the cheating boyfriend, and Lee, the evil seductress, right where she wanted us. That must have been how she saw it; that's absolutely the way I saw it. Now she was staring up at me, willing me to say something to restore the balance of power here.

I wanted to say something. I mean, it was Sandy, and she was right. We had a history. She needed me. I knew I could fix this all right now. I didn't need any excuse. All I had to do was say it. Look into her eyes and tell her.

Lee shifted in her chair and the spell was broken. Sandy and I both looked at her and she continued as if the moment had never occurred.

"Oh, please, Sandy. You shave me on the couch and turn around and then you're all like, oh where did that big hard-on come from, Dan? You don't think he was watching me the whole time?"

Sandy was stunned, her eyes darting back and forth between me and Lee.

"You don't know what happened after that, do you, Sandy? When the fix-it man pulled up?"

Oh, jesus, I thought. Let it go, Lee. Please just let it go.

"You don't have to believe me. Dan can tell you, can't you, Dan? No? Well, I guess it's up to me. Dan, with his big fat raging hard-on, just touched me and he was coming all over me. Buckets. I was in the shower for a half hour washing it off me."

Sandy was looking at me now, her eyes wide, beseeching. I can't imagine what my face looked like; I could feel the blood pulsing through my cheeks, but whether from embarrassment or Lee's story, I couldn't say.

Finally I found my voice. 

"Look. Lee. Sandy. Can't we just..."

Lee's eyes flashed furious at me. "No, we can't. Tell her now. Tell her you want to be with me."

Sandy gasped and turned to me. "Really, Dan? Is that what you want?"

I mouthed a few more silent responses, and then Lee was continuing. 

"That night at the restaurant? When we were dancing? What were you thinking, Sandy? Letting him dance with me like that. You know he was dying out there on the dance floor. Dying to fuck me. And you just watched."

All of a sudden this had become just between them, and I just stood there watching. "Tell me," Lee said. "You saw it. Tell me which moment turned you on most. Because it had to. Why else would you let him do it? Was it when he finally pushed against me and I couldn't let him go? Yeah, I loved that, too."

Lee stretched in her chair. She'd become the focus of this whole scene, and neither Sandy or I could tear our eyes away from her.

"But for me, it was one small moment. When I let my arms fall around his neck. He just lost it then. I could have made him come right there. Couldn't I, Dan?"

I was right back in this, in a place I didn't want to be.

Then Sandy stood up. She's not tall, but at that moment she seemed to tower over the table. She leaned forward and rested on her fists and glared at Lee. 

"You think it's that easy, do you? You think you can come in here with your blonde hair and your big boobs and your long legs and just fuck my boyfriend away from me. That's it, isn't it? Miss look-at-me Lee in my tiny white bathing suit just dying to be shaved. Flash your pussy at Dan and Sandy's gone. Well, think again, honey."

Lee's eyes burned bright as she looked up at Sandy. "Give me a break. It was that easy. Who do you think he jerked off to every morning?"

Sandy flicked a glance at me before she turned back to Lee. "He'd probably jerk off at an onion if it peeled itself."

Lee stared at Sandy open-mouthed. Sandy stood there, her hip cocked under her short silk robe and her sweet brown legs exposed.

I watched them both; Sandy rampant, leaning over the table, and Lee, in all her glorious un-covered slack, loose beauty, glaring up at Sandy. 

This was it. The show-down. I stood petrified in the frozen silence, wondering what would come next.

Then Sandy smiled, and Lee broke out laughing. They both looked at me. Sandy, still smiling, turned to Lee and put her hand on Lee's ankle.




Sandy, Lee and Me: The End



"I need a shower. You, too?"

* * * * *

After they left I somehow didn't want to go back to the mainland. I planted the rest of the roses in September. Then I called my father to tell him I'd be staying on. Tom comes over most days and we make some repairs, but mostly we sit on the porch sipping beer. 

I see them sometimes. They rent a place down the street, every summer, and walk together into town, not knowing or not caring that I'm watching. Sandy bobs along, looking over her shoulder, and Lee bends her head, listening, Then she catches up and slips her arm around Sandy's waist. Just like I used to do. Sandy giggles and smiles up at her, and I remember the best, worst summer of my life. 

"Yo, Tom. Another cold one?"