2 comments/ 41637 views/ 8 favorites Three, if by Sea By: Eldro Rolod2 Ok, so I'm not really sure how to start. I've never really tried to write down my thoughts or experiences. But, Jenn, my best friend since High School, told me that I was a good writer and that I should write something about our travels this summer. So, here goes. Jenn and I have always talked about making plans for a summer away from it all. Unfortunately, between her work schedule as a nurse, and my schedule as a single mother, it just never actually happened. This past summer, we decided to make all of that change. She actually used her vacation time, as did I, and my mother agreed to watch over my daughter for the three weeks we planned to be gone. Neither of us are fond of flying, so we decided on a road trip to Virginia Beach. Jenn had an old friend from College who lived there named Amy who graciously agreed to put us up while we were there. Amy said her apartment was small, but we could all make due if we worked together. Jenn and I have been close for some time, so we had no difficulty chatting away during the ten hour drive. I hate driving in traffic, so Jenn took the wheel and we were off. The trunk was packed, as well as the back seat, with all of the "bare necessities" two women would bring on such a long trip, including entertainment. The smaller, over-night bag Jenn brought was sitting in the back seat behind her and I'm sure she didn't know that I had spied the top of one of her dildos peeking out from under a pair of her folded panties when I grabbed it and took it to the car for her. Jenn and I don't have many secrets, but I really didn't expect her to bring a sex-toy along for the trip. She has a notorious sexual appetite that I have been jealous of since we met. If I met a guy and brought him home, she would have brought two. I never seemed to be able to keep up with her. We talk about sex often, so it wasn't long before Jenn was relaying her last sexual dalliance to me. She had caught some guy at work checking out her bottom as she walked by and very boldly stopped, looked him in the eyes, and asked, "Were you just looking at my ass?" Apparently shocked, and incredibly bold, he replied, "Oh you betcha... and I must say it's a very lovely one at that." Never one to pass on an opportunity, she claims to have gone home with him that night and let him have his way with her. "He wasn't great, but it was a lot of fun." Jenn told me as she rolled her window down to have a cigarette. I felt emboldened as well. "So you can't go three weeks without getting off? I noticed you brought one of your dildos." I blurted out. Of course I blushed like mad after saying it though. "Ohh..." She giggled. "You saw that, huh?" Jenn too blushed. "You can't think I'm a prude about it. I have a couple of them myself. I just didn't think I would bring them on vacation with me." I said. "Well, honey, I never know when the urge is going to hit me and I really can't rely on being able to find a willing partner when it does." She grinned. "Partner?" I asked. "Uh, yeah... duh." She laughed. "You know, someone to deal with my urges?" "Oh, stop it! I know what a partner is. I'm just surprised you didn't say MAN, since you seem to be able to find enough of them who are willing." I shot back. "What makes you think it has to be a man?" Jenn replied, rather straight-faced. I couldn't really say anything. I just sort of looked at the side of her face as she watched the road. I could tell she knew I was looking at her, but she seemed leery about looking back at me. Finally, I was able to muster the sound, "Oh." "Well, you know how open minded I am about things. I never count anything as completely out of the question." Then she laughed and I laughed with her. I had never spoken to Jenn about my own fantasies of being with another woman. In fact, I had never spoken to anyone about it. It was something I kept locked away in my mind, determined never to let it out. It was too taboo, unacceptable, wrong. It was also something I had envisioned so many times I was almost sure it was happening when I masturbated nearly each night. Intrigued, I had to dig deeper into the subject. "So, you've done it?" I pried. "Honey, I've done lots of things. A lot of which I'm sure you don't know about." She finally turned to look at me briefly before returning her eyes to the road. "But, yes I have. And you know what? I really like it. Women are soft and squishy and loving and gentle and ....." She trailed off for a moment before continuing. "...and they really know how to please you. They understand a woman's body, what we need. At least the ones who are really, really into women do." "Oh my God. I can't believe you've never told me this before." I giggled. "You never asked before. So, I'm assuming you haven't tried it. You should someday. You are a beautiful woman and I'm sure there are many out there who would be happy to help you." Jenn looked me dead in the eyes for about two full seconds. Just long enough for me to feel her mind racing. "Oh, I've thought about it. A LOT. But I guess I've never been in the right place at the right time, or met that person, or whatever other excuse I can think of. I think I'm just afraid to admit it to myself.... Or anyone else for that matter" I said. "Well, I've seen you naked many times when we shower after swimming at the club and I'll admit, the thought of you and I being together has crossed my mind many times. I just never thought you would be into that, so I never went there." She said plainly. My pussy tingled as the realization of what came out of her mouth sank into my head. Secretly, I've fantasized about Jenn. I have wanted to reach out and touch her in that very shower situation... watching the soft soap bubbles drift down her lovely curves, down the narrow groove of her spine, sliding over the cheeks of her ass. Jenn has such a wonderful ass. Not one of those narrow, skinny, model asses, but a firm, round, slightly plump ass. I often wondered what it felt like to hold them. I felt the trickle of my juices deep inside me as I recalled the experiences. Blood was rushing between my legs, readying me, begging me. "I uh... I guess I don't.... really know... I mean,... I think..." I couldn't get the words together in my head. "Ok, I guess I'm not sure what to say. I know I'm probably blushing like a tomato right now." I tried to laugh, but Jenn continued to look very serious. "Yes. I've thought about it. AND, I've thought about it with You. You always have your back to me when we shower and I watch you. It ... well.... It arouses me. I'll say that." THERE, I got it out. I took the first step to coming to terms with myself. I was so proud and felt so foolish all at once. Jenn only laughed, which made my embarrassment even worse. "Honey, the only reason we haven't been together is because you never asked. Or, at least, never let me know you were interested. Otherwise..." She looked me dead in the eyes again. "... otherwise, I would have tasted you long ago." After a moment of eye contact, we both laughed and I seemed to relax a bit in my seat. I felt my shoulders lower as if I had been tense, or stressed, and it was suddenly taken away. I felt free somehow. It felt good. My pussy was also sending me signals that it really needed attention. I had worn a skirt for the drive because it would be more comfortable and I could feel my knees trying to part on their own, asking me to do something. With my new-found freedom I asked, "Hey, can I try your toy?" "Sure. Anytime." Jenn answered matter-of-factly. "I mean right now." I clarified. "Really? Right now? While we are driving down the freeway, you want to fuck yourself with my dildo?" Jenn chuckled in amazement. "Why not? Its getting dark. Its not like anyone will see. There's hardly any other cars on the road anyway. I mean, no one will see except you. If you don't mind." My voice trailed off slightly as I smoke. A more sensual, gentle tone came from my throat. Before Jenn could finish her sentence of, "I would love it if you did." I was already reaching into the back seat, rummaging through her bag. It only took a couple of seconds to feel the cool surface of her toy. I quickly brought it out of the bag and caressed it, feeling its ridges and molded veins. It looked almost like a real cock and was even a little pliable and bendable. My pussy twitched as I held it. Quickly I pulled my skirt up to my hips and slid my now obviously moist panties down my thighs, letting them fall to my ankles where I squirmed and kicked to get them over my feet. My legs slowly opened, seemingly without my telling them to do so, and I turned a bit toward her in the seat. With my left foot resting on the center consol, and my right knee on the dashboard, my pussy was totally exposed to her view. I began leaking watery juices before I even touched myself. Knowing that she was looking at me, completely revealed, even for only a couple of seconds at a time while she drove caused my body to react in ways it never had before. It was hot and wanton and naughty.... And I was loving it. Very easily the dildo slipped into my aching pussy. First just a couple of inches. Then, after two or three short thrust, it slid to my depths, causing the walls of my pussy to pulsate, grabbing its shaft, urging it even deeper than my body would allow. I moaned loudly and Jenn's eyes widened. I could see her lips part as if she wanted to say something, but it didn't come out. She put her eyes back on the road for a moment. "Wow. I can smell your pussy. It's nice. And I can hear it going in and out of you. Man..." Jenn whispered. I paused with the dildo deep inside me. It's rubbery, fake balls were pressed against my clit, adding to my pleasure. It had only been a couple of minutes, but I was already past the ability to cum. Her words gave me pause. I wondered what wonderful things she would do to me if I let her. I determined at that very moment that I would not only let her have me, but I would ensure that she did. "What? Tell me. What are you thinking?" I asked her in a gasping whisper. My pussy was screaming into my brain to let it gush forth with my orgasm, but I had to know. "Can I touch you?" She said almost inaudibly. I pulled the dildo from my now weeping cunt. Watery juices splashed out onto the seat and ran down my ass, soaking into the back of my skirt. "You have to. I want to feel you touching me." I groaned. Slowly her right hand came from the steering wheel to my left ankle. Then, achingly slowly it slid along my calf to the crook of my knee, then to the soft warm flesh of my inner thigh. The closer her hand drew to my crotch, the hotter the walls of my pussy became. My clit stiffened and ached, wanting to be touched. My lips were engorged in a way I had never felt before. It was as though most of the blood from my body had rushed to my pussy. I felt light-headed and flush. "Mmmmm." Jenn moaned as she approached my pussy. "I can feel your heat rising up from you. Wow... you are hot. You are making ME hot." Then as her fingers gently drifted across my swollen lips, she added, "Oh my. You are so creamy right now. So nice." She was feeling her way without looking. Somehow she was able to continue driving. I wanted so badly for her to pull over so we could be more attentive to each other, but she seemed to enjoy the thrill of continuing down the road while touching me. Almost as soon as her experienced fingertips touched my clit, my orgasm shot forth. It could be held back no longer. It took control of my body, causing me to gyrate against her hand. I reached down with both of my own and pulled her hand into me tighter. She rolled my clit between two fingers as I pressed. My cum squirted out of me and I was unable to stop it. I was a little taken-aback by this development, but Jenn squealed with pleasure at feeling my hot cum splash the palm of her hand. I felt a bit self-conscious, but there was nothing I could do. I was slowly wasting away, sinking into the seat as my spasms began to slow and subside. "OH MY GOD! That was so cool. You're a squirter! That is so fucking hot." Jenn nearly yelled. Before I could reply sheepishly, which was my intention, she quickly slid her hand lower, turned it slightly, and pressed two fingers into my soaked pussy. Another small orgasm shot through me as I felt her enter me. My walls gripped her tightly, begging them not to leave the warmth of my insides. But, alas, she pulled them out of me, dripping with my juices, and brought them to her lips, sucking me from her skin before sliding both fingers along her tongue and inserting them into her mouth. "Mmmmm. God you taste good." She looked at me and after a moment we both started to laugh. I was spent, but I knew Jenn was now revved up and ready to go. Since she was driving, she would have to wait until we arrived. About an hour later, we were in Virginia Beach. ********** We arrived in Virginia Beach and, after several comical attempts to follow Amy's poor directions we gave Amy a call to have her "talk us in." I made the call so Jenn could concentrate on the road. Amy had a very sultry voice. She almost sounded as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep, but after talking to her for a few minutes I realized it was just the way she spoke. Once we found an open parking spot at Amy's complex, we seemed to sink in our seats, happy the long drive was finally over. I don't think either of us felt the energy to just jump out and start hauling in the luggage. But, eventually, after a couple of minutes of chit-chat, Jenn again took the lead and patted me on my left thigh saying, "Ok, Lover, lets get the hard part over with." Amy came down the stairs from her second floor apartment and immediately dove in to help carry all the bags. She wore a simple pair of pajama pants and a loose fitting tank-top that swayed when she walked, making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Amy is one of those women who you wouldn't think of taking a second glance at under normal circumstances. She was slightly plump, her hair was all a mess and she wore no make-up. But, something about her made you look more closely. It was the way she moved. It was the way she carried herself and the way she walked. She had total confidence and poise. Although looking like she just crawled out of bed, she had a sensual nature about her that was unmistakable. As Amy grabbed Jenn's overnight bag, which now contained the dildo, still sticky with my juices, Jenn quickly said, "Amy, Lora. Lora, Amy. There, now that that is out of the way, lets get inside so I can stretch out." Amy gave Jenn a peck on the cheek, touched her cheek to mine in a form of greeting, then we all trotted upstairs loaded down with the bags. We all sat on her long, cushy sofa chatting for almost two hours. Amy brought out the bottle of wine she claimed to have saved from some party and we all sipped through two glasses of the sweet red liquid. Amy had an additional small glass of wine before announcing that three weeks was plenty of time to catch up, so we should all get some rest. Jenn helped Amy pull out the sofa bed and the three of us placed the fresh smelling sheets across the thin mattress. Fluffy pillows were tossed from a hall closet and from that moment, the semi-uncomfortable bed seemed to be calling for me. Amy gave us both a peck on the cheek and trotted off to her room, closing the door behind her. Jenn and I contemplated showering before falling into the bed, but then decided to fore-go the shower and worry about it in the morning. Jenn was the first to fumble around for the right bag which had her night-shirt tucked away inside. After a moment she seemed to get frustrated with the search, so she just started removing her clothes. She stripped down completely, and just as her panties hit the floor, she fell into the bed and quickly pulled the covers over her. I turned my back to her and did the same, struggling to get my top over my head without turning toward her, feeling self-conscious suddenly. As my bras clasp opened and I slid the shoulder straps off, I felt Jenn's warm hand at the small of my back. She simply brushed her fingertips across my flesh, so softly I wasn't sure if it actually happened at first. Then, as I began sliding my skirt down my thighs, I felt her tuck her hand into the back and assist the fabric in its journey over my ass. As the skirt fell, her hand went to my right ass-cheek, tracing a long line from the small of my back down to the crease of skin between my ass and the back of my leg. I instantly became creamy, shivered with pleasure, and broke out in goose-bumps all over my body. Quickly I turned and fell into the bed grabbing for the covers. Jenn let me cover myself then slowly glided across the sheets until her body was pressed against my side. The warmth of her body seemed to cause the goose-bumps to fade slowly. Her breasts were against my upper arm with my elbow neatly tucked between them. Her breasts aren't large, but they seemed to fit into the recesses of my own body perfectly in this position. Her right nipple brushed against my bicep as she adjusted herself slightly, its firmness telling me silently of her own arousal. My own nipples responded by tightening up and pressing against the sheet draped over my chest. Only at that moment did I seem to realize how aroused Jenn must have still been from our exploration in the car. I suddenly felt sympathetic to her needs. I wanted to please her, but, I wasn't sure how. Having never been with a woman, my only point of reference were a few images from pornographic videos I had briefly seen over the years. I wasn't sure what to do next. "You're nervous. Would you rather we just go to sleep? Its ok if that's what you want." Jenn whispered in my ear, her breath warming the side of my face. "No, please... stay here close to me. I.... I love the feel of your skin against me." I sighed as I tried to turn toward her, seeking out her eyes with my own. Once I could focus in the darkness, I could make out her smile. There was a light in her eyes that seemed to completely take away my anxiety. Jenn responded to my words by placing her right hand on my stomach and slowly caressing across my torso, between my breasts, down to my pelvis, then back again. It caused a flow of fluid to begin leaking from between the still swollen lips of my pussy. As if she could sense my need, she allowed her hand to drift down across my mound, over my aching clit, and down to the moisture between my legs. I moaned, but tried to stifle it, I was afraid that Amy might hear. Jenn seemed to understand and she lowered her face to mine, pressing her slightly parted lips against my own. My first kiss with a woman sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. Her lips were so soft and moist. Her touch was so gentle and caring. Her flesh so enticing and welcoming. It was all I could do to keep from gyrating completely out off of the bed. Without thought my hand came to the back of her head as we kissed, our tongues dancing in and out of each other's mouths, the wetness crossing our lips and slipping out to the corners of our mouths. Jenn's hand became more active the more deeply we kissed. Easily she slid a single finger into my pussy while holding her thumb near the hood of my clitoris. Skillfully she manipulated both, synchronizing her motions so that my clit was brushed or pressed against my pelvis when her finger slid inward. On her outward motion the pressure on my clit was released. I was panting as if I had been running for thirty minutes, unable to totally contain my mouth to our kiss, an occasional groan or sigh escaping. I slid my hand down Jenn's face, across her neck to her shoulder, then bravely cupped her breast in my hand. Her erect nipple poked through between my middle and ring finger as I softly squeezed and caressed her. Jenn's motions and breathing began increasing as well, not matching my own, but opposing it. Out mouths remained close, our lips touching softly, but as my breath went out of me, Jenn was inhaling. As Jenn exhaled, I was inhaling. We were breathing each other, living with each others breaths, the sensation was more than I could bare and my first orgasm came without warning, sending warm liquid around Jenn's finger, down the crack of my ass, and onto the previously spotless sheets. Three, if by Sea Feeling the flow of my juices seemed to drive Jenn over the edge. I could tell she was approaching her own orgasm and I hadn't come close to her pussy yet. Trying to ensure I wouldn't miss the feel of her orgasm I drove my hand between legs and felt an incredible amount of moisture. So much so that I could feel her juices run between my fingers as she parted her thighs to give me more access. Before I could even determine a proper rhythm to use, she came hard, shoving her hips into my hand, reaching down with her own to press my hand harder against her. When our quivering ceased, I worked up the courage to ask, "Was that good? That felt really hot." "Mmmm" moaned Jenn. "It was wonderful. But,..." She paused as she flicked her tongue against my nipple, then smiled up at me. "...I'm still craving your taste." With that whisper, Jenn began sliding down under the covers, tracing a line down my breast, ribs, stomach, and hip until I could feel her hot breath against my monz. I began shaking with anxiety and need as she gently nestled herself below me, parting my legs with her soft hands, and positioned her face just millimeters from my pulsating pussy. Without hesitation, she brought her mouth to me, sucking my stiffened clit between her lips, rolling it under her tongue against my pelvic bone. Instantly my body prepared itself for my next orgasm. My flesh now had total control of me and I could not fight its desires. Instinctively I brought my hands to her head and ran my fingers into her soft hair, clutching a thick patch of it in one hand. Her actions became faster as she slid a finger into me and slowly curled it upward, seeking that special place she knew was hiding inside. When my hips and ass flexed, bucking upward sharply from some strange, new sensation, she knew she had found it. Moans began vibrating through her mouth, through my clit, and directly into my brain. Within seconds I could no longer contain my juices and they shot out toward her chin as I came hard, grinding her face into me harder with my hands. Expertly she lowered her mouth to my slit and lapped at my cum as it squirted and slid down my engorged pussy-lips. She then removed her finger, curled the end of her tongue, and inserted it into me, the spooning like motions collecting slippery samples of my fluids, then drawing them into her throat. Then her actions became loving. She gave my aching pussy soft, sweet kisses, then rubbed the lips of her mouth against me one more time. When Jenn raised up and returned to my side, I breathlessly whispered, "Wow! I don't think I know how to do that." She giggled openly, appearing unafraid if Amy heard. "In time, my love. In time. It will come naturally. Don't push yourself." Jenn nestled herself against me with her arm across my body, cupping my breast, her thigh draped over my own. Exhausted, we both quickly fell into a deep sleep. I dreamt of such wonderful things that night. Things I needed, wanted, and craved. But they would have to wait. ********* I heard voices. Not voices really, but sounds that my mind recognized as quiet voices, whispers. As the fog of my slumber slowly lifted, I realized this was not part of any dream I was having, but was real. Eventually my mind cleared and I lay there in the sofa-bed, aware of the fact that Jenn was not next to me, even without opening my eyes or moving my body. Her presence wasn't felt and that was all I needed to know. A whispered conversation was taking place in the kitchen between Jenn and Amy. Try as I might, I could not tune in to the voices and make out what was being said. I picked up a word here and there. 'Love' came from Amy's whisper, and 'long time' came from Jenn's. Amy said, "Its been too long." But I couldn't make out Jenn's reply. Finally I decided to make my presence known by stretching and yawning. I then wrapped the sheet around my body and rolled over to sit on the edge of the mattress. "Well, good morning, sunshine." Jenn said cheerfully. "Did we wake you up?" Amy asked with a concerned look on her face. Remarkably, she looked the same as she did the previous evening; like she just woke up. Of course, this time, it was appropriate. "Oh, no." I answered. "It was time for we to get up. You guys weren't bothering me. But, I'll be bothered if I don't get some coffee into my system really fast." I finished with an exaggerated yawn. "Do you like it hard, or sweet and creamy?" Amy asked. Perhaps she had not intended her question to have a sexual overtone, but with my recently awakened libido, I certainly took it that way. I laughed quietly. Jenn squealed and looked at Amy. Amy stood there with a dumb-founded look on her face. Then, as if someone pinched her, Amy started to laugh as well, like she had just understood her own joke. "Mmmm, I like warm, sweet, and creamy, thank you." I joked. Before long a steamy cup of coffee was in my hand, I was propped up against the back cushions of the sofa-bed with my knees to my chest, and the three of us were sitting, chatting, sipping coffee, and planning our first day together. With a forecast of hot and breezy, it wasn't difficult to agree on a visit to the beach as our first outing. After breakfast, showers, and some quick bikini line touch-ups, which we each completed alone to my disappointment, we were all dressed in short skirts and loose shirts, with our bathing suits underneath. Of course this process took more than three hours. We rode in Amy's small Honda as she drove us around the beachfront, showing us her favorite places to shop, eat, dance, and generally have a good time. About an hour later, she decided on which stretch of beach we would visit and after parking, we were trotting across the already hot sand, towels and small necessity bags in hand, like a bunch of teenagers. We settled on a small space, laid out our towels, and started applying our sunscreen. We needed each other's help to cover our backs and shoulders, which was enjoyable. Jenn spread the cream over my skin and I spread it over Amy's all at the same time. Then Amy assisted Jenn. It wasn't sexual or arousing, but it was very exploratory for me. Feeling the softness of Amy's flesh, the smoothness of her skin, and the tensing and relaxing of her muscles under my hand was very enjoyable. I caught Jenn's eyes upon me when I spread the sunscreen across my chest and cleavage. This was obviously arousing her because she kept rubbing her hand over the same section of her abdomen, over and over, not realizing others may be paying attention. When I looked directly at Jenn's hand, she seemed to snap out of it and started rubbing her legs, working the cream into her skin. But, when I looked at Amy, she was watching me as well. She had a look of curiosity and lust in her eyes. It startled me at first, but when she noticed that I knew she was checking me out, she just looked me in the eyes and smiled. She seemed not to be embarrassed about being so obvious in her inspection. After laying down and soaking in the sunrays for about 20 minutes, Jenn perked up and said, "Ok, Its time to get wet. Who's coming with me?" Again, I don't think she intended it to sound the way it sounded. Amy and I both leapt up from out towels ready to run for the water over the scorching sand. We were all hot and beads of sweat covered our bodies, glistening over the sunscreen. The visual effect of sunlight on a glistening female body struck me hard deep inside my mind. My first mental image was of Jenn's body, glistening in candle light, beads of sweat covering her flesh, the heat caused by our passion, not the heat of the sun. As I physically shook the images out of my head, we all took one more look at each other, then raced to the crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean. Jenn won, but I think I was the only one keeping track. The temperature may have been 95 in the sun, but the water was cold and sent chills and goose bumps across our bodies. At least two of us squealed from the cold blast. I know I was one, but I'm not sure which of the others did so as well. We splashed, played, swam, and laughed for at least half an hour. With the weight of the water against me, I began to fatigue. I don't do much exercising, so it was wearing me out. It appeared that it was having the same effect on Amy and Jenn as well. Soon we were all just standing, chest deep in the waves, panting and bobbing with the water. "So, what were you guys chatting about in the kitchen this morning?" I asked. Jenn and Amy both started laughing at me. I blushed a bit, but stood my ground. "Well, it seemed pretty serious, so I was just wondering if everything was ok." I added. Jenn moved closer to me with Amy in tow, holding onto Amy's elbow under the water. When she reached me, a small wave pushed her into me, our breasts pressing together, then moving away again. "We were talking about you, my dear." Jenn answered in a raspy voice. She grinned a sort of evil grin, then released Amy's arm from her grasp. Amy immediately moved behind me and allowed the ebb and flow of the water to brush her breasts against my back. This continued for a few moments, obviously intentionally. Instantly I was aroused by the feeling of her hardened nipples against the bare flesh of my back. "Yes. We were talking about You." Amy whispered in my ear. Her lips slightly touched the back of my ear when the word 'You' was uttered. "Why? What have I done now?" I giggled, wondering if either of them could tell my body was responding to their words and actions. My pussy warmed itself, even in the cold Ocean waves. "You're just figuring out who you are, that's all. And we both think its way cool." Jenn moved closer still as she spoke. She was now firmly pressed against me and her left arm snaked around my waist, pressing against the small of my back, bringing my his to hers. She kissed me. Right in front of Amy and God and everyone on the beach, she kissed me. Passionately her soft lips raked against my own, her tongue darted into my mouth, and she kissed me. I felt Amy reach around me from behind, pressing her own body against my back firmly. Her arms stretched to Jenn's back, where she embraced us both as we kissed. She nuzzled her face into the nape of my neck and just caressed us both. This entire incident probably only took up a one minute span of time, but it felt like we were linked together much longer. It lingered in my mind and body, even until later in the day. We left the water moments later to some strange glances and maybe a few whistles we chose to ignore. We toweled off our first shivering, then sweating again, bodies and headed back to the car. We drove around, we ate, we shopped, we remarked on the really nice legs or cleavage we observed, and then we were just spent. Heading back to the apartment, Amy stopped by a local restaurant and picked up Chinese food to go. Once back in the apartment, all semblance of modesty was out the window. In order to conserve water, right, sure, we all jumped in the shower together. We mostly lathered ourselves up, washing away the sun, sand, sweat, and now greasy feeling sunscreen. We did help each other with our backs and Amy wasn't shy about lathering up my breasts, even though I had already washed them. They can never be too clean, you know. She was smiling as she rubbed her hands over my breasts and my stiffening nipples, but she didn't seem to be trying to turn me on. It felt more like she was admiring them, as if touching a painting she shouldn't touch. We exited the shower, toweled off, and simply wrapped the towels around us. We were in a hurry because we were afraid the food would get too cold if we waited much longer. We had folded up the sofa-bed earlier in the day, so Amy suggested we all just jump into her bed to eat. Jenn placed the containers around the center of the bed, I carried the plates, and Amy took care of the wine and entertainment. Amy had a large television, a large stereo system, several different types of lighting, and very sensual art in her relatively small bedroom. The wine was sweet, the lighting was soft, and the music was 70's soul. Not really my type of music, but it seemed to fit the mood. We talked as we ate. I was told about Amy's various relationships with married men, which seemed to be something she liked so she didn't have to worry about commitment, as well as the secret that Amy was the woman who lead Jenn down the road to bisexuality. It happened one night several years ago apparently as a 'caught in the moment' type of thing. I suspected Amy was more in control of the situation than that. I could clearly see a design to her movements, her thoughts, her careful choice of words. Amy was a woman who was used to making things, "Just happen." The second bottle of wine soon followed after we put the dishes in the sink and the containers in the trash. We all brushed our teeth, took turns using the bathroom, then returned to Amy's soft, warm bed. The talked didn't turn sexual regarding the three of us. The subject of sex was touched upon, but not in that way, just superficially. The second bottle of wine was soon empty. As Jenn and I both stretched to place our empty glasses on Amy's night-stand, Jenn's towel fell open around her torso. With her breasts just inches from my face, I went instantly flush, the blood racing to my face, my chest, and my pussy. Amy was paying attention. Suddenly, Amy fell onto her stomach, ankles raised in the air playfully, propped up onto her elbows between Jenn and I. "Lovely, aren't they? Breasts? I love them. Jenn has very lovely breasts." Amy was admiring again. "YOU, my sweet, also have very lovely breasts. Nicely rounded and not too firm. Did you know your nipples are what I would describe as perfect?" I could not reply to her questions. I was in amazement at her instant switch from a casual, relaxed, open minded friend into an energetic, sexual artist. "Here, I'll show you." Amy said as she squirmed closer and cleanly snatched open the towel around my tits. "See?" She instructed. "When I did that they just bounced very nicely and fell into perfect mounds of pliable flesh. Perfect for your lover's enjoyment." Without asking, she raised her left hand and caressed my breast again. Her hand inspected every inch of it, paying special attention to my nipple, tracing circles around my aereola with her middle fingernail. My nipple reacted by tightening up almost painfully until it was as hard as I have ever felt it. "See? A perfect response to stimulation." She whispered this time, her voice soft, sultry, and hungry. "Now, give your perfection to your lover. Let her become lost in your presence. You are the provider of her pleasure as much as she is a slave to your perfection." Oh my God it sounded corny when I thought about it the next morning, but at that very moment I could do nothing except follow her direction. Maybe it was her voice, or the fact I was a bit buzzed, or the fact that she was just telling me to let Jenn take me, but in her own weird way, I'm not sure. Whatever the chemical mixture, I allowed myself to fall back onto the bed and pulled Jenn's face to my breast. She instantly sucked my nipple between her lips and began rolling it around with her tongue. Shocks of pleasure vibrated through my body, raising my temperature and causing a film of lust to begin forming along my face and neck. As I moaned and shifted my hips, Jenn positioned herself above me, released my nipple, and brought her face to mine, kissing me deeply. Her breasts danced along my chest, swaying each time she rolled her head from one side to another. She began emitting her own moans of pleasure as well. I brought her lips to my neck using both hands and while she nibbled and sucked I glanced toward Amy. Amy was now kneeling behind Jenn, one hand gliding along her back, the other not visible from my angle. I imagined Amy caressing Jenn's pussy and my fluids began to flow along my own inner walls. Gracefully Amy moved around us, watching us, touching us softly. The feeling of another set of hands upon my skin was amazing. It felt unreal, like it shouldn't be happening, but it was. Amy placed herself near my head, her knees just a few inches away. As Jenn moved to the other side of my neck with her mouth, I turned to present myself to her. I was now looking along the top of Amy's thigh, her hips moving back and forth in a rhythmic dance motion, slowly, while her right hand was pressed to her pussy. Jenn's hand were moving all over me, feeling every inch they could reach, but not finding my pussy. Perhaps she was taking her time and letting me get used to the idea of someone being there with us, but my urges wouldn't wait for her to find my opening. Using my right hand I grabbed Jenn's left and pushed it toward my crotch. She immediately complied with my request and began rubbing feverishly at my clit and now slippery lips. My moans became louder and irregular, taking on a life of their own, but my eyes remained on Amy. Without really contemplating the action, I placed my hand on Amy's hip, caressing softly, moving down to her ass, then back to her hip. After a moment of her not responding, I slid my hand in the other direction, rubbing the back of my hand against her soft, curly pubic patch. She pulled away for a moment, causing me to think I was wrong for touching her there, but quickly she was back, her legs farther apart, her pussy exposed to me. She lowered my hand so that my fingers were straight and my palm was facing the ceiling, then slowly slid forward, placing her extremely wet pussy into my open hand. Amy's juices were so abundant that they were dripping down my wrist and along my forearm. I had never thought a woman could be so wet before her orgasm, so I moaned involuntarily and gasped slightly as her wetness tickled my wrist as it trickled down. Jenn raised her head and smiled. She had probably had the same reaction the first time she was with Amy. Jenn moved down my torso, sucking and massaging my breasts, then began licking across my stomach, which tickled very badly, but I fought the urge to laugh. Instead, I used my free hand and urged her head even lower. She needed no more direction. As Jenn moved lower, Amy lowered her upper body closer to mine. Leaning over my head, her breasts brushing my face, she ran her tongue around both of my breasts, not neglecting a single inch of either one. Her mouth was warm and moist and very talented. I was becoming the clay of an experienced sculptor, a master of her art: seduction. Amy didn't seem to notice that my body jolted when Jenn's mouth found my clit. She never lost her rhythm and never skipped a beat. Her hand was now exploring my stomach, my hips, my parted thighs, while her tongue continued its inspection of my breasts. As Amy's hips moved, my fingers entered her soaked opening. It was almost as if I didn't push them inside her, but they were pulled in by her movements. Two fingers entered, then because of the wetness, another slid inside, I wondered if my pinky would also slide in, but I didn't know what Amy liked. She gyrated against my simple ministrations and then suddenly burst open like a flood gate, sending hot liquid into the palm of my hand, down my wrist, and splashing onto the covers. There was so much that it pooled and a few droplets landed on the side of my face. I squealed loudly, and came myself. Jenn never stopped, but she did use her tongue to slide inside me as she did the night before, urging as much of my cum into her mouth as possible, before returning to my clit with her tongue, making slow circular motions. Two of her own fingers entered me and curled upward, pressing firmly against the spot she had so expertly found previously. Again I came hard, bucking my hips upward, almost smashing myself into Jenn's face. Jenn was not deterred in the least by the violence of my motions. She firmly grabbed my ass with her free hand and pulled me even tighter against her mouth, forcing me to stay against her tongue, forcing me to take the intense pleasure she was providing, forcing another orgasm from my body. It came rapidly and she relaxed her grip, allowed my body to rest against the mattress, and lovingly licked and kissed and sucked every millimeter of my pussy, easing me down from my experience, drinking every drop of me. Three, if by Sea I tried to pull Amy closer to me, trying to get between her legs with my head. I was long past the nervousness and anxiety, I wanted to taste another woman. I wanted it now. Amy would not allow it. Her body remained rigid where it was, my fingers still inside her, flickering against each other and against her walls. Small gushes of her cum would be released every few moments and she would arch her back, raising her head toward the ceiling, groaning like an animal. Then, as they both felt my body relax, semi-exhausted, they slowly moved away from me. Amy's cum covered my right arm, Jenn's face glistened with my juices, and I no longer had control over my legs. Both of them caressed me softly, Jenn starting at my ankles and Amy starting at my neck. When they met in the middle, they kissed softly. Amy's tongue traced Jenn's lips, licking my cum from her face. Seeing it caused me to push my hips upward again, begging without thought to be touched again. "Mmm..." Amy moaned as she turned her face toward me. "Also lovely. Perfection." Jenn giggled, but looked at me with a sort of, "Are you ok with this?" glance. I smiled at her and pushed my hand toward her. She came down to me and kissed me. I then reached up and touched Amy's hand, which she accepted by interlacing her fingers with mine. Jenn slowly sank lower until she was on her side next to me. She then slowly rolled onto her back, inviting me to take control. Amy didn't release my hand. She simply moved around our legs and laid down on Jenn's other side, firmly gripping my fingers. I followed my instincts and kissed and sucked my way toward Jenn's pelvis. Before I reached her clit, I could feel the heat of her arousal against my skin. When it became obvious that I would need my hand back, Amy finally released it. Now free, her fingers massaged and caressed Jenn's left breast, pinching her nipple between her fingertips, completely differently than she had touched me. She lowered herself to Jenn and they again kissed softly, not deeply as Jenn and I kissed, but brushing, soft half-kisses. It was beautiful. Jenn used her right hand to touch the side of my face and her left hand to trace down toward Amy's thighs. As I approached the point of no return, I lost track of what Jenn and Amy were doing and got tunnel vision staring at Jenn's swollen, moist treasure. I could smell her. Her scent was soft and inviting. I touched her lips with my fingers, running them along their length, feeling her wetness under my fingertips. Then, without warning, my mouth went to her clit, almost as if pushed there by someone else. I didn't think I was ready, but something inside me was. Jenn's actions when she was between my legs was so burned into my mind that I began mimicking her without thought. My tongue pressed gently against her clit and I made soft circles with it. I used one hand to part her lips, two fingers on each side, then slid the index finger of my other hand into her opening. I curled my finger upward, just as Jenn had done to me, but she did not ram into my face as I expected. She did, however, pull her head up to look down at me as I pulled my face back in anticipation of her pelvic thrust, which didn't come. Jenn giggled. "Its ok. You are doing exactly what I want." I returned my mouth to her hard clit and started again. She began moaning and rotating her hips ever so slightly. As I pressed upward inside her again with my finger, she groaned and arched her back, causing her clit to slip below my tongue, I quickly recovered, but then her hips were going in the other direction, causing me to lose control of her clit yet again. Over and over she rotated her hips until I found her rhythm and could keep my mouth in position to roll her clit with my tongue. I felt very proud of myself, as did Amy apparently, because she brought her face down toward me. "Yes, that's it. Lovely." She was smiling as her hands came to Jenn's hips, one hand on each side. "Learn her rhythm. Every woman is different, you see. We all move to our own rhythm." She moved even closer, then softly kissed me on the forehead, and brushed my hair out of my eyes with her hand. "I think you have it." She whispered as Jenn's moans became louder and more frequent. I pressed up again with my finger, but again there seemed to be no reaction. Jenn could sense my pause and again raised her head and opened her eyes. "You are almost there, baby. Just a little deeper." She said in short breaths. I slid my finger into her another inch and felt hot liquid run down one side of her walls. "Mmmmm... Yes... that's it! Up! Push Up!" She seemed to have lost the ability to keep her eyes open and her head up. She slammed her head into the mattress and arched her back hard, causing my finger pressure to increase greatly. "Yes! Move your finger around... yes, like that... oh God yes. Side to side a little. Yes! Oh fuck yes! That's it. That's it. That's it." She screamed as she bucked wildly on the bed, nearly causing me to fall off the side. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed my mouth down hard on her clit as her orgasm flushed through her body, presenting me with her hot cum which ran down my finger into my palm in a slow, light, warm stream. I lapped at my palm with my tongue, drinking her in. Amy seemed almost as pleased with Jenn's orgasm and began moaning herself. I raised my head quickly to gasp for breath after realizing I had been holding it during Jenn's orgasm. I saw Amy fucking herself with her fingers while watching Jenn's face contort with the uncontrollable pleasure she was feeling. I started smiling and softly laughing as I watched Jenn come down from where ever she had gone in her mind. I caressed her pussy with my hand and regained my composure after catching my breath. Amy casually slid off the other side of the bed, spread her legs, and knelt over Jenn's head, straddling her. Amy's pussy lowered to Jenn's mouth. Jenn responded by jutting out her tongue quickly, inserting it in Amy. Amy's hips moved rapidly, her clit brushing against Jenn's chin in quick movements. She came almost instantly, splashing Jenn's face, neck and tits with her watery orgasm. Seizing the moment, I began licking at Jenn's pelvis and continued forward over her abdomen, ribs, sternum, breasts, until I reached the center of her neck where Amy's juices had pooled. I slurped a mouthful of it in and savored the flavor of her cum. She was more tangy than Jenn, sharper on my tongue. Different. Lovely. Amy ran her fingers through my hair and brushed the side of my face as I looked into her eyes, a drop of her cum preparing to fall from my chin. She smiled at me sweetly and raised herself up, releasing Jenn. She fell softly to the bed next to us as I lay over Jenn's incredibly warm flesh, my hips between her thighs, our breasts smashed between us under my weight. I could feel Jenn's heartbeat pounding through her chest and into my own. Her breaths still quick but easing. Jenn wrapped her arms around me slowly, as if it was difficult to raise them. She caressed my back and stroked my hair as I lay there, nuzzled against her neck, looking into Amy's eyes. Her eyes danced. "Lovely." She said.