4 comments/ 14448 views/ 10 favorites What Happens In LA... By: PalmTreesandSand I got the dreaded phone call at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon; it was from Jenni, my best friend from high school. "Jenna, Guess what?" She said unable to contain her excitement. "I'm getting married." "Jenni, that's fantastic." I say, trying hard not to choke on the words as they spew out of my mouth. Don't get me wrong, I love Jenni to absolute death and I truly am excited for her, it's just I don't know how I feel about the whole marriage thing. "I want you to be my Maid of Honor." She says in a tentative tone. She had just talked me through my recent engagement breakup after I found my boyfriend in our bed with his ex-girlfriend. "Jen, I don't know." "I know, I really hated to ask but it would mean the world to me. It's what we always talked about, remember? It wouldn't be the same without you." That was true; we talked about this moment since we were seven years old. We were going to be best friends forever, be in each other's weddings, our children were going to grow up and be best friends just like we were...we had it all planned out. Jenni and I met in the first grade and quickly became best friends. Everyone called us 'the Jen Twins' and we were inseparable until Jenni got a scholarship to UCLA and moved away seven years ago. We had always talked about being college roomies and even applied to all the same schools. When she got accepted into UCLA and I didn't, she said she wasn't going to go but I knew she wanted to and it wasn't fair for her to end up at a community college in Michigan just because my grades suck. I encouraged her to go even though it broke my heart that all of our plans were about to change. "It's been a rough year for me. I don't think I can afford..." "It's on me, Girlfriend. I'll pay for your plane ticket and you can stay with me and Damon, I'm sure he won't mind he's been wanting to meet you for years." "You're not going to pay for me to come to wedding and I am not going to stay with you and your boyfriend." "Fiancé." "I am not going to stay with you and your fiancé." "Jenna, please. I'm begging you." "Okay, I'll come. I'll be in your wedding." "Love you, You're the best!" After months of long distant preparations through endless emails and texts, it was finally time for me to make the trip to California to see my best friend who I hadn't seen in over four years. Stepping off the airplane, I make my way through the throngs of people to find the cutest, stinking couple I have ever seen making out by the airport coffee shop. Jenni hadn't changed a bit; still as beautiful as ever. Her long blonde hair lying in perfect ringlet curls down her back. She's dressed like she just stepped off the runway with a pair of white shorts, a crop black blouse, a white sequined blazer and 2 inch heels. I suddenly feel incredibly underdressed in my sweatpants and t-shirt. I knew her boyfriend Damon was an attractive man but the pictures on Facebook didn't do him justice, he is gorgeous, I'm talking Channing Tatum hot. I walk all the way up to them before they even notice I am there, too preoccupied with each other's lips. "Jenna!" Jenni says, pulling away from her handsome man to wrap her arms around my neck. She hugs me for what seems like forever, saying, "God, I've missed you so much." "Me too." "Babe, here she is; the one I've been telling you about for forever, my bestest best friend in the entire world, Jenna. Jenna this is Damon. "Hi Jenna, it's nice to meet you." Damon says, smiling to reveal a dimple on his left cheek and he's got a British accent. Are you freaking kidding me! The man is perfect. "Hello. It's...good to meet you." I say, stumbling over my words and feeling like an ass. "Are you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat?" Jenni says. Do you even eat is the first thing I think to myself? She's as thin as a rail. "I'd like to get settled in, maybe clean up a little." "Sure, but you look fine." Jenni says, in her patented way trying to convince you of something that totally isn't true. "You look great." Damon says. "I know right? I told you she could be a freaking model." Jenni says, handing my carry-on bag to Damon and grabbing my hand. As we pull into their beautiful condominium complex, Damon grabs my luggage out of the back of his black Cadillac Escalade. We head through the palm tree-filled courtyard and up a winding staircase to their second floor condo. Their place is absolutely exquisite; with incredible architecture design and decorated to the hilt with expensive furniture and accessories. I sit down on the bed in the guest room peering out window that overlooks the large crystal blue swimming pool. I guess this is the way you live when you're a lawyer in Los Angeles, California and not a waitress in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I try to push the jealous thoughts of my head. "Be happy Jenna." I tell myself even though everything inside of me wants scream and yell and throw stuff. "You okay?" Jenni says sitting down next to me on the bed. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say, stretching my arms over my head faking a yawn. "It was a long flight, I'm exhausted." "Oh no you don't! You are not weaseling your way out of spending time with me tonight, my friend!" Jenni says, pulling me up off the bed. "Get dressed, we're going out." After a nice dinner with a few drinks, we end up at a pub where a lot of Jenni and Damon's friends hang out. Jenni spends the entire night trying to set me up with someone. She introduces to a couple of guys she works with and one of Damon's friends, none of which do anything for me. I try to entertain her but it's bordering on annoying. "I'm okay Jen, really." "I just want you happy." "I am." I say, vehemently trying to convince myself. I scan the room only finding one guy that I find faintly interesting until he ends up meeting up with his boyfriend. "I think she's trying to find someone here so that you will want to stay. She really wants you to move out here." Damon says, after Jenni makes a trip to the girl's room. "I figured that was what she was up to." I say, downing the rest of my Long Island Iced Tea. "I'm sorry for what that jerk did to you last year." "She told you about that?" I say, feeling my cheeks flush. "Yes but don't get mad at her, she was really upset and I basically had to pry it out of her." "What are you two talking about?" Jenni says, sitting back at the table with another round of drinks. "Nothing." Damon says, pecking her on the cheek. "Thanks, Babe." Why do they have to be so goddamn cute together? I down my new drink in one gulp. At some point during the night, I seem to get myself in a little bit of trouble. All I know is somehow my phone got broken and the police were called. Luckily, some people Jenni knows were able to defuse the situation and I wasn't hauled off to jail. The night ends back at their apartment at around 2:30 in the morning. I flop onto the bed, clothes and all, as the room seems to spin around in circles above my head. I hear Jenni and Damon talking in the other room, she's giggling. There's more laughter as something crashes to the floor with a thud. The mattress springs creak as their headboard bangs rhythmically against the wall between the bedrooms.'Oh God, oh, God, yes!' Jenni screams from the other room making me want to hurl. How the hell does she get everything she wants! I wake up the next morning feeling like shit. Jenni and Damon are happily chatting in the kitchen. "Good morning, I think." Jenni says with a grin as I come walking out of the room like a zombie. "Uhhmm." I mumble incoherently. "Looks like you could use some coffee." Damon says, handing me a freshly-brewed latte from their commercial-sized espresso machine. "Do you like Vanilla lattes?" "Uhhmm." I mumble gratefully, sitting down at the counter covering my eyes from the bright California sun blaring into the window as if mocking me. "Babe, I'm going in to work for a little bit today. What are you two going to do today?" Damon says, throwing a bag over his shoulder. "We are going to catch up a little and then get ready for tonight." Jenni says, raising her eyebrows up and down. "The bachelorette party!" Damon says, winking at me playfully. "Oh joy." I say, mustering every ounce of energy I could into those two words. Reluctantly I asked her about what happened last night. Apparently I thought a man was hitting on me. It turns out the man was a very prominent judge in the county. At some point in the course of the event I chucked my phone at him hitting him in the face and then proceed to verbally assault him. The police were about to be called but a man from Jenni's work was able to talk to the judge and he said he would let it go but told me I had better stay out of trouble for the rest of my trip. Jenni thinks the whole thing is hilarious. I'm mortified! I steer the conversation in a different direction and we start reminiscing about old times. "Do you remember Brady Coomer?" Jenni says, sipping on her cup of spiced Chai tea. "Of course." I say, growling in my throat at the very mention of his name. Who could forget the first boy me and Jenni ever fought over who also happened to be the boy that both of us lost our virginity to. Brady was the most popular boy in school; he had good looks, he had talent, he had money, he was smart. He was the total package. I dated him in the eighth grade until the middle of our freshman year when he broke up with me. Shortly after that he asked Jenni to go out. I told her not to, I told her he was an asshole but she didn't listen. That was the one and only time we ever fought. "Did I ever tell you why we broke up?" "Because he's an ass." "Yes, he is but more specifically because he wanted all three of us to...you know, do it together." "What!" I say, shocked that she had kept this little bit of information from me for all these years. "Are you kidding me? What the hell?" "Yeah, he said he liked me because I was smart and pretty and funny but he liked you because you were better in bed, he said having us both would be the best of both worlds. He actually said that to me." "Holy shit. What a fucking perv." "I know, right?" After a late lunch, two of Jenni's friends come over and we all start getting ready for the bachelorette party. Nadia, a thin brunette beauty works with Jenni at the same law firm. Tara, who was Jenni's roommate in college, is a dark-haired, slightly heavy set girl who makes it a point to mention that she planned this entire party. Curling irons, straightening irons, Bobbie pins, hair clips, hairspray and makeup of all shapes, styles and color fill every inch of Jenni's huge master bathroom. We curl and tease, clip and straighten, primp and polish, until we look like we belong in Vogue magazine. As the girls start changing into their outfits for the night, it's blatantly clear that I am way out of my league here. They are all wearing designer clothes that probably cost more than I make in a year. I pull out my department store little black dress from the closet and stare at it, wanting to crawl into a deep, dark corner to hide. "You about ready?" Jenni says, coming in the bedroom to check on me. "I'm sure it will look amazing on you." She says, seeing me looking with disgust at my cheap dress. When I roll my eyes at her, she offers, "Or you can wear one of mine." She comes back with a little black dress like mine only it is a Versace. I slip it over my head pulling it down to where it barely covered my ass. "I don't know about this." "Oh my God, you look gorgeous!" Jenni squeals with excitement causing the others to come in to see what is going on. "Doesn't she look hot?" "I can't even bend over without showing my underwear." "Okay, you don't want to show those." Nadia says, looking down at my black and white polka-dot cotton underwear. "Got it." Jenni says, running out of the room. She comes back with a pair of satin black thongs on a lacy wire hanger with the tags still attached as well as a pair of Jimmy Choo heels. "I think it looks a little tight on her." Tara says. She has a lot of room to talk considering her breasts are basically spilling out of overtop of her dress. "You girls look absolutely stunning." Damon says standing at the doorway of the guest room. I don't know how long he had been standing there and whether he witnessed me changing my underwear but it made me blush. He walks up to Jenni and wraps his arms around her waist. "You especially, my love." "Thank you, babe." She says, reaching around to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Are you guys ready for some fun tonight?" He says, clapping his hands. "You know it." Nadia says, giving Jenni a high-five. "Tonight is your bachelor party isn't it?" Tara says. "Yep, our last night of freedom, baby." He says, making vulgar motions with his hips. "You better be good." Jenni says,smacking his arm. He pulls her into his arms, brushing his lips against her neck. He slides his mouth from her neck to her cheek and finally wedging his tongue in between her lips. His hands grope her body making their way up to her cheeks to pull her closer into him. "Careful with the makeup, it took me all day." She says, pushing away from him to catch her breath. "We'll continue this later..." He smiles, kissing her hand before walking out. "Ohh Jenni, you are so lucky." Tara says, nearing an orgasm just watching them. As we head out into the parking lot, a giant stretch limo is waiting for us. We jump inside, immediately busting open a bottle of champagne and squeal in excitement as we take off. The limo picks up three more girls who are in the bridal party; Chloe, a pretty blonde with striking blue eyes,who is another one of Jenni's college friends; Allie just turned twenty one last week. She and Jenni were neighbors until she recently moved out of her parent's condo; and Kaytee is Jenni's cousin from Oregon. She's in her mid-thirties and is, how do I put this, not very attractive. Jenni told me earlier that she only asked Kaytee to be in the wedding because her mother begged her to. As soon as the whole bridal party is together in the limo, Tara hands out white sashes to Nadia, Allie and Kaytee that have 'Bridesmaid' embroidered on them. She hands one to Jenni that says 'Bride-To-Be'. She hesitates for a moment before giving mine to me that says 'Maid of Honor'. With a forced smile on her face, she puts on her own sash that reads 'Bridesmaid'. The limo takes us to a swanky Hollywood restaurant with some of the best food I've eaten in my entire life. After dinner, we get back in the limo, drink even more alcohol and start acting like teenagers hanging our heads out of the windows and hooting and hollering at people walking the streets from out of the sun roofs. The more Tara drinks the more she talks about how much fun she and Jenni had in college, about what great friends they are and how they been best friends for the last seven years. She goes on and on and on. The more she talks, the more I drink. We finally end up at one of the hottest clubs on the LA scene where we are escorted inside the building, celebrity style. The place is packed with people from wall to wall; music thumping, lights flashing and bodies rocking. Jenni grabs my hand when I almost get lost in the crowd of people and we head to a private area set up for our group with all kinds of different finger foods. We sit on a long cushioned bench talking, laughing and drinking. A group of guys start hanging around, talking with Nadia and Chloe. One of the guys tells them that he is getting married next week and they introduce him to Jenni. They start talking wedding details. We find out that he and a couple of the other guys are firefighters for Ventura County which prompts Tara to make a ridiculously cheesy comment about it being hot in here. Each of the guys sits between one of us girls trying to decide which one of us they want to hook up with. "What's your name?" The one who has his sights set on me says. His eyes won't budge from the hem of my dress hoping to catch a glimpse of what's underneath. "Not interested." I say causing the guy to move on to easier targets. "Be nice Jenna. You'll have to excuse her she had a rough one last night. She flew in from Michigan and got a little too tipsy and about got herself into some trouble." Jenni says, laughing hysterically. "My God, Jenni is there anything else you'd like to share about me?" "Oh I have plenty." Nadia is already snuggled up next to one of them with their fingers intertwined. Allie is slumped back on the couch already having more to drink tonight than she has had in her entire life and Kaytee isn't letting her shortcomings distract her from flirting with any guy who will pay attention to her. "I want to dance!" Chloe says and everyone follows her out to the dance floor. There is barely enough room to move with bodies pressed up against bodies. I've never been much for dancing but I give it my best shot for Jenni's sake with the help of all the alcohol I've consumed already. "Hey." An attractive man in a blazer and jeans says mimicking my awkward dance moves. "Hey." I say before turning around to dance with Jenni. "Who's that?" She mouths, motioning with her eyes at the man who is now dancing right up behind me, touching his crouch against my ass. I shrug my shoulders. "He's delish." She whispers, fanning herself with her hand. She reaches over my shoulder and shouts, "Her name is Jenna." "Oh great, thanks Jen." I say as the guy maneuvers his way to face me. "Hi Jenna, I'm Ian." He says gyrating his hips in front of me provocatively. At first I don't mind, but when he starts pawing me and rubbing his body up against me, I get a little uncomfortable. I nod at him politely and then push my way through the crowd to get away from him but he grabs my arm. "Come on, Jenna don't be like that. Let me buy you a drink." He says, leaning in close so that I could hear him over the roar of the music and the crowd. "Listen Ian, I'm not here to meet anyone. I'm just here to have a good time with my friend who is getting married in two days so if you don't mind..." "Just let me buy you a drink." He says, cutting me off. I don't think he heard a word I said and I don't even think he cares. "Okay, whatever." I say, frustrated by his relentlessness. He comes back after a few minutes and hands me a glass of some type of alcoholic beverage with a little black straw. At least he could have asked me what I was drinking. I smile gratefully at him and take a drink. He smiles back at me with a smug satisfied look on his face, acting like he somehow thinks he won me over. I decide to play with him a little, the arrogant bastard. I spin around, shaking my ass in front of him, whipping my hair from side to side. Pressing hard against him, I feel a bulge begin to grow in his pants. He places his free hand down around to my stomach while he chugs the drink in his other hand. I turn back around to face him, running my hands along his body as I drop low to the ground spreading my legs open to hive him a good show before slowly rising back to a standing position. He licks his lips as I rub my body over his now fully engorged shaft. Right when he thinks he has me where he wants me, I walk away, finding another horny asshole looking for a hookup. I wave at him, laughing as he heads to the bathroom trying to inconspicuously hide the fact that he has a gigantic hard on. Guys are such dicks! "Where's your friend?" Jenni says when I make it back over to her after ditching my next victim. "Gone." I say, taking a sip of the drink Ian gave me. What Happens In LA... Pt. 02 I wake up in a deep fog. My stomach feels queasy and my whole body aches. I have no idea where I am or who this man is sleeping beside me. "What the hell happened last night?" I mumble to myself, seeing my clothes scattered haphazardly all across the room. I slowly slide out of the bed looking around at what looks like a college dorm room but the guy sprawled out naked on the futon looks more like a professor than a college student. Silently, I gather my clothes from off the floor and head into the bathroom. Seeing myself in the mirror makes me want to vomit. My makeup is smeared and smudged all over my face and my long blond hair is sticking straight out in all directions on my head. A crusty white film is caked to my face, my breasts and my belly confirming what I already assumed my night entailed. How did I end up here? Why would Jenni let me leave the club with this old man? Why would I leave the night club with this old man? I'm fucking losing it. Still buck naked, the man walks right into the bathroom and starts peeing in the toilet right in front of me. "How are you feeling this morning, love?" He says, looking over at me as I try to hide my face from his audacity, "No offense, but you look like death." "Well, that's pretty much how I feel." I say stepping as of his way as he washes his hands in the sink. "Why don't you grab a shower and then we can figure out how to get you home." I run the shower as hot as I can stand it trying to wash my guilt away along with all his filth, all the while trying to remember any shred of detail into how I ended up here with this man doing what we did. "That's much better." he says when I walk out of the bathroom wearing my black dress, fresh-faced with my hair wrapped up in a towel. I sit in the chair nervously tapping my fingers on my knees watching him toss the dirty sheets on the table as he folds the futon back into a couch. "So about last night..." I say sounding completely cliché, "...what...I mean...how did we..." "How did we end up together? You don't remember?" he says sounding cautiously surprised. "I'm sorry. I must have had way too much to drink I don't remember anything." "Hmm. Well, I guess we'll have to start over then. Hello Jenna, I'm Jackson, we met at the club last night." He says sitting on the arm of my chair in only his boxers. The hair on his chest is the same brown with hints of salt and pepper tips that is on his head. "Hi Jackson." I say awkwardly shaking his hand. "So, a little recap of last night, we danced together at the club, you went to find your friends but they were already gone. You ran into some guy and you two started arguing. By the time I go to you, you were on the floor crying your eyes out so offered to bring you home. You told me you were upset with you friends for leaving you and asked me to bring you here. I knew you were drunk but I thought after you puked your guts out in my car that you had sobered up. You seemed perfectly coherent when we were...you know...doing the nasty." I throw up a little in my mouth at the thought. Using his computer, I log into my Facebook account and track down Jenni. She IM's me in a panic. "Where are you?!!?" After a couple of posts back and forth I get her address and Jackson overs to take me to her place. I respectfully decline but he insists. Finally after much debate he finally settles for getting me a cab which I accept. I would have just had Jenni pick me up but I didn't want her to meet this guy nor did I want her to see conditions in which he lives. When the cab comes to pick me up he walks me out to the curb. "It was really nice to meet you, Jenna. I hope to see you again sometime soon." He says, kissing me gently on the cheek. The smile on his face makes me feel a little uneasy. I climb into the cab and he shuts the door waving at me as the cabbie pulls off into the street. I am relieved that I didn't have Jenni pick me up; this is definitely not a nice part of town. "Are you completely insane? Why did you leave the club?" Jenni says, barreling me over when I step out of the cab. She grabs my face in her hands, "You had us scared to death." "Me? Jenni, you guys left me." "No, I came out of the bathroom with Allie and Chloe and Tara said you took off with that hottie you were dancing with." "She's fucking lying, I was looking for you and that old man told me you guys left without me. I don't remember anything except somehow I ended up at his apartment. I fucking ended up at his fucking apartment, Jen!" "What old man?" "Some guy I was dancing with, apparently." "I didn't see you with an old man, Jenna." "Ladies, let's talk about this inside." Damon says herding us toward the apartment as my panicky tirade starts to cause a scene. Jenni sits beside me, rubbing my back as I curl up into a ball on the soft, comfortable mattress of the guestroom bed which is vastly different than that thing I slept on last night. "I'm really sorry everything got screwed up last night. Do you want to talk about it?" Jenni says, sliding her arm around my shoulder to lie beside me. "No." "Do you hate me?" "Of course not. I could never hate you." I say, pulling her arm tighter around me. "How are you ladies doing in here?" Damon says, poking his head inside the door, "I don't mean to rush you but you realize the rehearsal starts in two hours." "Oh shit. I almost forgot." Jenni says bolting up out of the bed. She scurries around the condo getting ready, occasionally coming to check on me to see if I've attempted to move, which I haven't. "Jenna..." she's says after the third time checking on me, "...30 minutes." I try to get her to let me sit this one out but she freaks out on me. Apparently the rehearsal is a big deal. Grudgingly, I drag myself out of bed and put on a gray tailored two-piece pants suit. Throwing my hair into a messy bun, I put some color on my lips and head for the door. On the way to the venue, Jenni 'fixes' me with some makeup and a better hairstyle. After the rehearsal, the wedding party heads to an upscale French restaurant for the dinner. The tables are set up with name cards showing us where to sit. Jenni and Damon sit at the head of the table with Jenni's parents beside her and Damon's mother beside him. I'm placed in between Jenni's dad and the Best Man, Keith. I've never been one of Mr. McCullough's favorite people. Jenni was always the good girl and I was always the one getting her into trouble, needless to say, we didn't have much to talk about. Keith is a nice looking guy but he's a bit too nerdy for my taste. He's an IT guy for a big corporation and extremely smart, almost everything he says goes over my head. Less than halfway into the night I'm bored out of my mind. I ask Jenni if I can borrow her phone to check my bank account. I need to get a new phone but I have to make sure I have the funds. I'm scrolling through my emails and notice one that says I have a friend request on Facebook from Jackson Moore. I confirm the request and see that he sent me an IM. The message reads, 'Thank you for an amazing night' and there are several links attached to it. Curiously, I open the first attachment and a picture pops up on the screen. I gasp in horror, drawing stares from several people sitting around me. I sink down in my seat feeling my face turn fifty shades of red. Excusing myself, I take off running to the bathroom and barricade myself in one of the stalls. I stare in disgust at the picture of me lying naked on his futon with my legs spread wide open while he stuffs me full of his straining erection while his hands grope my breasts. The next link opens with a picture of me kneeling on the floor, mouth open wide while he soaks me in his juices. Sweat pours from my forehead as I feel my body start to shake. I'm almost too afraid to look at the rest of the links terrified of what debauchery they will reveal. My fingers tremble as I open the next link to see me on my back on his kitchen table with my head dangling down over the side. He's standing in front of me with his member fully engulfed in my mouth bulging at my throat, his face buried in between my glistening thighs. The fourth link shows me again lying spread out on the futon with his hand wrist deep inside of me. The last link is a video. I almost don't have the nerve to press the play button. I'm bent over the chair and he stands behind me. He leans down and kisses the back of my neck. 'What do you want, baby?' he says and in a peculiar tone I hear myself say, 'Fuck me, please fuck me.' I gasp hearing those words come out of my own mouth. That is completely out of character for me. I watch in horror as he lines up his swollen flesh and pushes his way inside me. I scream like a porn star making noises that I have never made during sex before. I buck wildly against him matching his fluid movements. I watch for several agonizing minutes of the unrelenting pounding until he pulls out and covers my backside in a white, gooey film. As the video ends the camera quickly pans across the room passing the mirror by the door. In the reflection of the mirror, I notice someone else is holding the camera. I couldn't see who it was but there was third person at Jackson's apartment that night. My stomach lurches and I immediately expel every bit of my $75 a plate dinner. I flop to the floor pulling my legs into my chest, sucking in precious breaths of air forgetting, for a moment, how to breathe. "Jenna?" A voice says from outside my stall. I scramble to my feet, nervously straightening my clothes and smoothing the hair out of my face. I step out and head to the sink, splashing cool water on my face. "Are you okay?" Nadia says, watching me intently. "Yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I be?" I ramble incoherently making it obvious that I'm not. She lifts my chin, wiping the mascara smudge off my face with her thumbs. She gives me a concerned smile taking my hand in hers and leading me back to the party. She has switched places with Keith so that she is now sitting beside me. I see she and Jenni exchange a glance and realize she's been recruited to babysit me. I spend the entire ride home in silence while Jenni and Damon laugh and chat about the rehearsal and some of the conversations guests had over dinner. At a red light, they make out until the light turns green and the car behind them has to honk to get Damon's attention. They don't even understand how annoyingly adorable they are. Once inside the apartment, Damon grabs Jenni's hand and leads her toward the bedroom. She tells him that he has to wait until they are husband and wife to have her again which draws a groan of protest. She stands her ground sending him to bed without dessert. "What up with you tonight?" Jenni says sitting down on the couch beside me. "Nothing, why?" I say, evaded her stare. "Jenna, we've been friends for too long for you to try to lie to me. I know something's wrong. Tell me." Unable to contain my emotions, my fears, my guilt any longer, tears start pouring from my eyes. "I don't know. I'm really happy for you and Damon, I really am, it's just really hard seeing you two so happy and in love. It just brings back all the painful memories of me and Nick. It sounds ridiculous, I know." I say coming up with some plausible explanation for my odd behavior. God knows I can't tell her the truth. "It's not ridiculous, I know this has to be hard for you and I am so sorry, I wish I didn't have to be like this. You know I love you." Jenni says, wrapping her arms around me. I lean my head on her shoulder and let it all out, once and for all. We stay up into the wee hours of the night talking and laughing and acting like we were kids again, knowing this is our last night together before she takes off on her honeymoon in Paris, yes I said Paris. I wake up in a cold sweat. I can't get the sight of those pictures and the questions surrounding what happened in them out of my head. Incomplete memories plague my mind. Vague terrors haunt my soul. Uncertainty hangs over me like a noose. Seeing Jenni lying peacefully in the bed beside me, brings me to tears again. I go to the kitchen to get a drink of water. On the way back to my room I'm still wiping the tears from my eyes and I run right into Damon. "Sorry." I say, looking up to see him in nothing but his boxers. If there was a way to be even more jealous of Jenni I was right now seeing Damon's ripped chest. He's a business man; why in the hell would he have a body like a Greek god? "Hey, careful there." He says, grabbing hold of my arms when I stumbled backward. His eyes dart from my face to my chest and when I look down to find out why I see one of my breasts poking out over top of my nightie. I quickly adjust my faux pas and head back to the room with my head down, thoroughly and utterly embarrassed. "Let me know if you need anything." Damon says as I reach the door. I look over to see his boxers are now twice the size they were before. *** Today's the big day. Jenni seems to be floating on a cloud through breakfast and then on to the salon for our massages, waxes, mani-pedis, hair and makeup. She gets teary eyed when we reach the wedding venue beautifully decorated in black and white tulle and satin. "Stop it, Jen, you'll mess up your makeup." I say, wiping my own tears as I watch my best friend having the time of her life as all of her dreams are about to come true. We slip into our dresses; black full length sateen dresses with white strapless bodice and red accent belts. The wedding planner scurries us into position as the ceremony is about to begin and hands us our white calla lily and red rosebud bouquets. The groomsmen, wearing black tuxes with white shirts and red ties, each pair up with the bridesmaid he is walking down the aisle with. My shoulder is tapped and I walk out into the auditorium full of people. I keep my eyes straight ahead uncomfortable with the amount of eyes on me as I walk the aisle by myself. Damon is standing at the front with Keith by his side. He looks so handsome in his white tux coat and black pants. He must be able to sense my apprehension because he gives me a reassuring smile. As I reach my place next to Tara, I look over and he winks at me. The music changes and everyone stands up as Jenni enters the room on the arm of her father. She looks like an angel in her A-line strapless dress with lace applique and black accents gliding gracefully down the aisle with the biggest smile I have ever seen on her face. "Damon, you may now kiss your bride." The lady officiating the ceremony announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Damon Moore." After the ceremony, I am standing next to Damon in the receiving line chatting with Jenni's aunt Kathy about how beautiful it was. The person standing behind her catches my attention, it's Jackson. A lump catches in my throat as a shiver races down my spine. "You look ravishing." He says, kissing my cheek. "What are you doing here?" I say in a state of panic. How in the hell did he find me and why? "It's nice to see you too, Jenna." He says sarcastically, "Actually, I'm here to see my boy get married." "Your what?" "Dad?" Damon says, moving past Jenni's aunt to grab his father's hand, "What are you doing here, I thought you were in Cairo?" "I wouldn't miss this day for the world, son." Jackson say, pulling Damon into a bear hug. "Jenni, I'd like you to meet my father, Jackson Moore. Dad, this is Jenni, the love of my life." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Moore." Jenni says. "The pleasure is all mine my dear and please call me Jackson, Mr. Moore makes me feel old." He says, gently kissing her hand. I slip out of the line feeling my legs getting weak as the room begins to spin. I head over to the nearest chair and sit down. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Keith says, sitting down beside me. I laugh awkwardly because basically that's exactly what it feels like. At the reception, everyone is out on the dance floor and I'm sitting at a table drowning my troubles in a sparkling water. Jackson sits down beside me setting a glass of champagne in front of me. I promised myself no more drinking for a very long time so I push the glass over in front of him. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as he stares at me. "Did I tell you that you look gorgeous tonight?" He says in my ear, placing his hand on my leg underneath the table. I jerk away from him turning my back to him. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He says, rubbing his hand along my shoulder. I stiffen under his touch. "What's wrong? Are you kidding me?" I say, spinning around to slap his hand away from me. I storm off out of the room while Jenni and her father are beginning their Father-Daughter dance. "Honey..." "Don't Honey me! I can't believe you took those pictures and sent them to me like that, you freaking perverted bastard!" "Wait a minute." Jackson says, grabbing my arm as I head for the ladies room. He backs me against the wall putting his arms on either side of me. "What do you want from me?" "Oh, I want a lot of things..." he says lifting a strand of my hair up to his nose, "...but let's just start with a little civility. I sent you those pictures to show you what an amazing night of sex we had and you repay me by calling me a perverted bastard?" I try to push away from him but he grabs my arms and holds me back against the wall, squeezing just enough to let me know he's not fooling around. "How about we show them to your friend and see what she has to say about it." "You wouldn't dare." "Wouldn't I?" he says in a cynical tone, "You don't know me very well, do you Jenna?" "I don't know you at all." "And yet you fucked my brains. What does that say about you?" "Fuck you!" He pulls out his phone, threatening that he's going to send the pictures and numerous videos he took that night to his son's phone right now. "No! Please, don't send them, I'm begging you." I say, softening my tone with him. I should just let him send them knowing that he's probably going to blackmail me with them at some point but I a least wanted to let Jenni get through the happiest day of her life before dropping this bomb on her. "Begging me, are you?" He says, smiling a devious smile as he runs his finger across my cheek to my lips. He takes my hand in his and leads me into the men's restroom. "Jackson..." I say, but he places his finger on top of my lips as he leads me into one of the stalls and closes the door. "Do you want me to keep our little secret or not?" He says patronizingly. I nod and allow him to slide my white lace panties down to the floor. He reaches up to kiss my trembling lips, sweeping his tongue deep inside my mouth. His fingers find the warmth between my legs and he makes his way inside. I gasp as his fingers pulse in and out of the tight depths of my womanhood. My body betrays me as he brings me to uncontrollable, shuddering contractions. Excitedly, he glides his fingers out from my dripping wet thighs and fumbles around with his pants with one hand while sucking my juices off his other. When he releases himself from his pants, he grabs my waist and lifts me up onto his bulging erection. A groan escapes both of our lips as I envelope him inside of me. With a mixture of pleasure and humiliation, I press my hips frantically against his, wrapping my legs around his waist for leverage. Our lips once again meet and I taste myself on his tongue as it darts in and out of my mouth. We keep a steady, rhythmic pace until he impales me against the stall door and explodes inside of me. As soon as he finishes, he walks out of the stall and washes his hands. I sit down on the toilet holding my head in my heads wondering just how stupid I have to be. What Happens In LA... Pt. 02 "Are you ever coming out of there?" Jackson says standing at the stall door. "In a minute." I say, wishing he would just leave so I never have to see him again. When I hear him walk out the door, I take a quick look at myself in the mirror before heading for the exit. As soon as I go to open the door it opens from the outside and Damon is standing in the doorway looking at me. "What are you doing in there, Jenna?" Damon says, looking at me and then at his father as he walks away. I pretend to be drunk and act like I accidently went into the men's room instead of the ladies. He must have bought the act because he jokes that he is going to have to cut me off. The night winds down as Jenni and Damon get ready to leave. Jenni hugs and kisses me saying how much she appreciates that I was here for her on her special day. With tears in our eyes, I tell her to have fun on her honeymoon and she tells me to have a safe flight home. I change clothes and head to the cab that was reserved to take me to the airport. I board my flight bound for Michigan wanting nothing more to do with the City of Angels. What Happens In LA... Jenni, Tara, Chloe and Kaytee make an embarrassing scene by the way they are dancing together. I gulp down the rest of my drink trying to numb my senses enough to not worry about making a complete ass of myself along with them. Someone comes up from behind me and takes the glass out of my hand. "Can I get you another?" The man says. He's an older man, maybe in his late thirties or early forties, handsome with light stubble on his chin and short brown hair similar to Jenni's boyfriend, Damon's. "Sure." I say, starting to feel a little strange. "What are you drinking?" The man says. "I'm not sure. Whatever." I say, as my body starts to tingle. "I'm Jackson." He leans in to say in my ear. "Jenna." "I got you a Long Island Iced Tea, Jenna." He say when he returns a few minutes later from the bar. "No way." I say in utter disbelief, "That's my favorite, how'd you know?" "I don't know, you just look like a Long Island kind of girl." "Aww, that's so cool." I say sounding like a twelve year old and feeling like an idiot. "So, you're the Maid of Honor huh? That's uh...quite an honor." Jackson says and then starts to blush, "That was cheesy." "No, it was cute." I say and then turn probably the same color as he is. He holds my hand up playfully twirling me around as we dance. He taps his glass with mine and we gulp down our drinks. I move to the beat of the music feeling my inhibitions melting away. He puts his arm around my waist gently pulling my body into his. As we sway to the music, his leg wedges in between mine so that it subtly rubs against my crouch. Impulsively my body reacts by pressing harder against him rocking my hips. His hands slide from my waist to my backside pressuring me more urgently onto his thigh as an involuntary groan escapes my lips. His mouth grazes gently across my ear, over my cheek and ultimately finds my lips, sending shivers down my spine. I taste whiskey on his lips and smell the hint of cigarette smoke on his breath. "What's the matter?" He says, after I push him away briefly returning to my senses. "I need to go find my friends." I say, looking around for the others again. Frantically, I search all around the club, feeling my heart start to race. I feel extremely odd, I can't pinpoint what it is, but it's unlike anything I've ever felt before. "Where is everyone else?" I say to Tara and Kaytee when I finally think to go back to our designated party area. "Nadia left with some random guy and Jenni and Chloe are in the bathroom with Allie, she's puking her guts out." Tara starts telling Kaytee about all the work she put into the helping Jenni with wedding plans, the bridal showers and the bachelorette party and how that is normally the job of the Maid of Honor. "Are you kidding me?" I say, finally having enough of this girl's insane jealous attitude over a stupid title. "Do you want to be the fucking Maid of Honor?" "Yes, I think I've earned it." Tara says standing with her hands on her hips. "Here, take this for Christ's sake. My God, bitch, get a life." I say, ripping the 'Maid of Honor' sash over my head throwing it at her. I storm off, running right into one of the guys I was dancing with earlier as I turn the corner. "Hey, you okay?" He grabs my arm as I almost fall backwards. I push past him heading out of the club and down the sidewalk trying to clear my head. I walk a little too far and in my heavily intoxicated state I get turned around, losing track of where I am. I stagger around feeling a tinge of panic welling up inside me as men yell vulgar things out their windows and honk as they zip past me on the road. Somehow I find my way back to a place that looks vaguely familiar, only getting inside because the large man standing at the door notices the stamp on my hand. The pulsating lights inside immediately start making me feel light-headed and nauseous. "Jenna." A vaguely familiar male voice says. "Hey...you..." I say, unable to remember the guy's name. In fact, I can't remember much of anything. It's like my brain is in a hazy fog. I don't really know what's going on. I think something is wrong with me. "It's Ian, remember, we danced earlier?" He says, holding my arm to steady me as I teeter back and forth on my sky-high heels. "Get away from me." I say, remembering exactly who he is; he's the one who bought me a drink earlier and I think he might have put something in it. "What's the matter with you?" "I said get away!" I scream, yanking my arm away and shoving him in the chest. "You fucking drug spiking pervert!" "I don't know what the hell you're talking about bitch!" He says, disappearing in the crowd. "Sure you don't asshole." I say, flicking him off. I'm on the verge of tears, walking up to everyone in the club asking them where Jenni is. They all look at me like I'm an alien. "Jenni!" I sink to my knees on the floor sobbing. Feeling a presence beside me, I look up and the handsome older gentleman is kneeling beside me. "Let me help you up." He says, reaching for my hand and pulling me to my feet. "Thanks." I stumble forward grabbing a hold of him, resting my head on his shoulder as I continue to cry uncontrollably. "What's your name again?" "Jackson." He says, giving me an odd glance. "I need to find my friends." "The girls you were dancing with earlier?" He says, and when I nod he tells me, "They left." "No, you're wrong. Jenni wouldn't leave me." "They were helping that young girl out, I watched them leave." "Shit!" I say, feeling my knees buckle beneath my weight. "Let me take you home." He says, wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me up. He leads me out of the club nearly carrying me by the time we reach his car. "Thank you, Jack." I say, slurring my words. "It's Jackson." "I think that guy back there spiked my drink with something. I feel really weird." "That jerk." He grumbles, helping me inside his older model white Porsche that reeks of cigarette smoke. "Do you know his name?" I shake my head finding it hard to make sense of anything right now. "Where am I taking you?" He says, reaching across me to buckle my seat belt, looming over me for a moment even after it was fastened. "I'm staying with Jenni and her boyfriend in a condo somewhere around here." "Do you have a street name or anything?" "No. It's a big tall tan building with lots and lots of palm trees all around it." "Honey, you just described every condo complex in LA." "It has a big ginormous pool in the middle of the courtyard." "That doesn't help. Do you have a phone, can you call her?" "No, I lost my phone." I say, dropping my head into my hands. "Here, you can use mine." He says, handing me his cellphone. I cry even harder. I don't know her number. "Calm down, we'll figure something out." He says, taking off down the road. "I guess I should probably take you to the police station or the hospital if you think you were drugged." "No." I say, having a vague recollection of not wanting to get involved with the police any more while I was here in LA. "No police." I remember feeling sick and puking out the window of his car. I remember him carrying me in and setting me down in a chair. His apartment is vastly different than Jenni's; a small one room studio apartment with a black futon couch, a red wingback chair and a small 24 inch tube TV sitting on a couple crates turned upside down. "Drink this water it might make you feel better." He says, handing me a plastic cup. I gulp it down wanting to get rid of the unpleasant taste of bile in my mouth. The lukewarm liquid was not as refreshing as I would have liked it to be and it left a grainy aftertaste. I sink back into the chair overwhelmed by the events of the day. I struggle to keep my eyes open as I watch him unfold the futon, turning it from a couch into a bed. He grabs a crumbled sheet off the side table and tosses it over the cushion, smoothing out the wrinkles. Before I realize what is happening, he lifts me up off the chair and lays me down on the futon, pulling my dress up over my head leaving me with nothing more than a pair of black lace thong panties. He takes off his clothing and lies down in the bed beside me. "You're going to enjoy this, I promise." He says, kissing my neck. And then it hits me, he is the one who drugged me. What Happens in Maui... Her husband and an unwitting friend fuel her fantasy My husband Nick and I have been married for 6 years. Our sex life is probably typical of most married couples. We both work, and with a house to take care of, and friends, and hobbies, it's hard to find time for those wild fuck-fests we enjoyed when we were dating. At least we are both pretty open about sex... no particular hang-ups, and we enjoy a very active shared fantasy life. It started years ago, when we began reading erotic stories to one another before sex. After a while we moved on to making up stories, or just little scenarios. One night Nick might describe me being ravaged by half a dozen men (as he attempts to penetrate and stimulate me in as many ways as possible). Another time I might describe how my best friend, Alyssa, seduces him (as I ride his hard cock). I've noticed the stories that get Nick hottest are the ones involving the two of us with another woman. I'm kind of bi-curious myself, so those stories turn me on as well. But crossing that bridge in real life, if it ever happens, is still in the future. No, the story I want to tell started when I won a vacation getaway through a promotion my company was running. The prize included airfare and the use of a bungalow on the beach in Maui for a week. There were no strings attached - it wasn't one of the bullshit timeshare sales trips. Nick and I had been talking a lot about being more social and seeing more of our friends. We'd also just enjoyed a very romantic vacation in Mexico. So we decided we'd invite someone to share the bungalow with us. It turned out that the couples we knew couldn't get away, so Nick suggested we ask his friend Dan. I actually like Dan a lot. He's an easy-going guy, and since he broke up with his girlfriend a few months ago, he is often the "third wheel" when Nick and I are looking for some company. And he enthusiastically agreed to join us for a week in Maui! You probably have some idea where this story is going. Well, I didn't! It really just started as friends sharing a vacation get-away. But if you want the hot parts of the story (and I'm sure you do), read on. The plane trip to Maui was uneventful, and we had a rental car waiting for the drive across the island to the bungalow. The bungalow colony itself was a little disappointing. It was in an older area with a rocky beach, littered with seaweed, and the buildings were quite run down. There was a very small sitting room with worn furniture, a veranda, a bathroom, and a tiny kitchenette. There was a bedroom with its own bathroom, and a smaller bedroom with two double beds, clearly intended for kids. Dan graciously tossed his bags in the "kids" room without any discussion. The "luxurious public facilities" consisted of a small swimming pool, a shuffleboard court (with no equipment to be found), and a building housing the office, a ping-pong table, a few coin operated laundry machines, an ice machine and a Coke machine. On the plus side, the place was right on the beach, and there was a shuttle to the big hotels with the prime beaches, restaurants, and facilities. And hey - how bad can a free week in Maui be? After the plane flight and the drive, it was already late in the day, so after dropping off our stuff we drove to the nearby village for a quick "Hawaiian Barbeque" dinner, then headed back to get a good night's sleep. The next morning we drove back into the village to stock up on groceries. Nick and Dan made sure we had plenty of liquor. We also rented snorkeling gear for the week. We had an early lunch at the Hawaiian Barbeque, hauled our stuff back to the bungalow, and then decided to catch the shuttle down to the hotel area, which had the best beaches for snorkeling. The snorkeling was really fantastic. The hotels were located right by a big reef, which attracted every kind of fish imaginable. We spent a couple of hours excitedly exploring underwater, pointing out the most beautiful fish, and sometimes surfacing so we could talk and share things we had seen. Finally we made our way back to our blanket and towels on the beach. I told Nick to hold still while I put a fresh layer of suntan lotion on him. I took my time and made sure I reached everywhere... I didn't want our trip spoiled by sunburn! I even slid my hands a little under his swim trunks to be sure to get everywhere. He then returned the favor, rubbing a generous sheath of lotion onto my skin. He slid his hands well under the top of my swimsuit, even tweaking my nipples. When he slid his hand down into my bikini bottom I hissed at him, "Nick!" He pulled his hand out with a grin and smacked my ass, declaring, "You're done, babe! Dan, can I do you old buddy?" he said with a comical leer. "Uh, no thanks man, I'm good." I shook my head. "Men! You'd rather get a sunburn than have another guy touch you! Here, give me that lotion. Dan, lie down on the towel." Dan quickly obeyed, and I started to rub the lotion onto his back. Dan is built a lot like my husband. People sometimes mistake them for brothers. They are both a little over 6 feet tall, well built without being muscle-bound. They'd been on their college soccer team together, and they had both stayed in shape. I certainly liked watching Dan, and fantasized about him sometimes, but I'd never really had any serious feelings for him. And yet, I felt almost giddy when I started to rub the lotion on him. His body was firm and strong and muscular, his skin smooth and warm from the sun. It glistened where I rubbed the lotion. I began to massage it in, rubbing more than I needed to, and he relaxed with a sigh. I was starting to get excited myself... that feeling that isn't outright arousal, but the excitement of flirting and enjoying a man's body. I worked on his back for as long as I could, and then moved down, rubbing the lotion on his calves and up the back of his thighs. I slipped my hands up the legs of his trunks, wondering how far I dared go. He squirmed a little, and I pulled my hands back. "Alright, roll over... let me get your front." "Uh, that's OK Tracy, I'll get the rest. Thanks, that was great!" Dan took the bottle of lotion and quickly sat up, his back to me, and started vigorously applying the lotion to his arms and chest. I suddenly realized that he didn't want me to know he had an erection! I felt my skin instantly flush, and at the same time felt my nipples stiffening. I realized that I was also getting seriously turned on. Embarrassed, I turned quickly to Nick, and saw him sitting a few feet away, watching me. He gave me a wink and turned away with an enigmatic smile. The three of us relaxed in the sun for a while. I tried desperately not to think about Dan's body, but found myself, again and again, gazing at his chest, his thighs, or even his crotch. I caught him staring at me more than once, and I could clearly see the outline of his partially erect cock under his shorts. Eventually we decided to head back to the bungalow. A lifeguard told us it was a walk of several miles along the beach back to the bungalow colony, if we didn't want to wait for the shuttle. He also said there was a place along the way, right on the beach, where we could stop and get something to eat. There was a nice breeze and the beach was beautiful, so we gathered our stuff and started walking. Once we got away from the hotel area, it was pretty deserted. We walked for about an hour, talking, laughing, and splashing in the surf. Of course at one point I splashed Nick, and then he tried to splash me but ended up getting Dan, and then both guys tossed me in, We tumbled together for a bit and got out, cool and refreshed. We found the eating place we'd heard about from the lifeguard. It was an informal local restaurant, where we sat at an outdoor counter with a few other people to eat, and nobody seemed to mind that we were covered with sand and sea-salt. We each had a couple of mai tais, and were feeling great when we continued up the beach. The sun was starting to go down. There were sparkling waves crashing on the shore, and palm trees swaying in the breeze. It was a perfect romantic walk along the beach. Except, rather than romantic feelings for my husband, all I could think about was Dan. I guess the drinks had lowered my inhibitions, because I couldn't keep my eyes off him, and all I could think of was having his body on top of me and his cock sliding into me. My swimsuit had dried, and the fabric was stimulating my stiff nipples, as I grew more and more aroused. I was relieved when we saw the bungalows a short distance up the beach. The place was nice and cool when we walked in. Nick had left the air conditioning running all afternoon. We dropped our stuff, and Dan moved into the kitchenette, where he quickly mixed another round of mai tais with the supplies we'd brought in earlier. We quickly downed our drinks, and feeling a little dehydrated, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Nick called out that he was feeling itchy from the dried salt water, and headed to the bathroom off our room to take a shower. I nearly bumped into Dan when I turned around. He'd followed me into the kitchen to get some water for himself. We stood there for a moment, inches apart, and then he leaned down and kissed me. Between the arousal that had been building all day, and the drinks I'd consumed, there was no way I could resist that kiss. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over his lips. He responded to the invitation by thrusting his tongue into my mouth and pulling me close against him. I melted into him, his strong arms half supporting me. I could feel his rigid cock press between us, and I ground my hips against him. I felt his hand squeezing my tit, and an electric jolt raced through me as his palm brushed over my stiff nipple. I started to moan into his mouth as we kissed. I wanted him to pull my top off and feel his hand on my naked flesh. I wanted to feel his cock in me. "Oh wow," he said, pulling away. "That was way over the line. Tracy, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say." It took me several long seconds for me to get my hormones under control and reply. "It was both of us, Dan. It was an incredible day, and we've both had a lot to drink. And you're a fantastic kisser," I added, with what I hoped was a nonchalant smile. "Thanks Tracy. I really wouldn't want to mess up our friendship." And then he gave me an aw-shucks smile, and the urge to have him in my arms swept over me again. This time, before I had a chance to do anything dumb, Dan said, "Well, I'm going to take a shower and get some sleep. I'm still adjusting to the jet lag. See you in the morning." He turned toward the small "second bath" and I headed into the big bedroom I shared with my husband. As I went through the door, I could feel Dan's eyes on me. Nick was coming out of the shower as I came into the room. He'd showered quickly, and as he finished drying and dropped the towel, I saw his cock, as hard and rigid as I had ever seen him. God that cock never looked so good! I dropped to my knees in front of him, and grasping the base of his penis, took the head into my mouth. I enjoy sucking cock, but to be honest, the guy gets a lot more out of it than the girl. But at that point, as turned-on as I was, just the feel of his thick, hard cock filling my mouth made me want to cum. I could taste his salty precum on my tongue as I bobbed my head up and down several times, and I swirled my tongue around the head to get as much of the taste as possible. Nick was just starting to get over his surprise at my impromptu blowjob when I pulled my mouth off with a wet pop. "Keep that nice and hard for me, because I REALLY need a fuck," I told him as I slipped past him into the bathroom. Nick had already warmed up the shower, so I stripped off my swimsuit, turned on the water, and climbed in. I quickly rubbed soap over my body, washing away the accumulation of suntan lotion, sweat, and sea salt. I found my soapy hands lingering on my tits, sliding over them and pinching my nipples, and I remembered the feeling of Dan's hand on me. I slid on hand down my body, touching my aching pussy, and began to rub my clit. I had never experienced such a prolonged state of intense arousal as that day in Maui. I knew that if I kept rubbing myself for just a few seconds longer, I would cum. But I also knew that Nick - and that big throbbing cock - were waiting for me. I quickly rinsed and got out of the shower. I barely dried myself before tossing the towel aside and stepping into the bedroom. Nick was waiting for me, and took me in his arms. He kissed me fiercely, as aroused as I was. His erection was slippery against my skin, and I knew that he had been stroking himself, rubbing his precum over his shaft. He took me to the bed and laid me down, settling beside me. He kissed me again, his tongue invading my mouth, and he squeezed my tit roughly. He began to pinch and pull my nipples as we kissed. I was thrusting my hips in the air, desperate for his touch on my pussy. He moved his mouth to my tits and started sucking my nipples as he moved his hand to my cunt. He parted my swollen lips with two fingers and slipped them into me, moving them in and out of me, spreading my wetness. "God, you are wet. You've been turned on all day, haven't you? Thinking about Dan fucking you?" I flushed with embarrassment, almost panicked, as I stammered out my denial. "It's OK, Tracy. It's just fantasy. It's no different from when we pretend I'm fucking your friend Alissa. Just close your eyes and pretend." I lay back on the bed, my heart racing with excitement as I surrendered to my fantasies. Nick was sucking on my nipples, tugging at them with his lips and teeth. His fingers were sliding in and out of me, caressing that sweet spot into of me as his palm rubbed over my clit. But in my mind it was Dan's mouth on me, and his fingers penetrating me. I was rocking my hips, whimpering and mewling, feeling the heat rising in my body. My clit was on fire, and I could feel the wetness running from my cunt, running down to my ass. He moved his fingers to my clit, rubbing quickly in little circles, knowing just how to take me to my peak. I felt his teeth bite down on my nipple just as his fingers pressed hard against my clit, and then the fire raced through me, filling me, and my body was convulsing as I let out a long wail. He held his hand against me, not moving, until my trembling stopped. He moved his hand to my tits, squeezing them, and I felt how wet it was with my juices. He moved between my legs, and rubbed the mushroom head of that big cock up and down between my lips. I moaned, aching to have him in me. I felt the head pressing against my hole, pushing into me. I felt my pussy stretching around his thick shaft as he slid inside me, filling me. He slid in with one long stroke and paused, his groin pressed tight against mine. I started to rock my hips, needing to feel him moving in me. He lifted my legs, resting them on his broad shoulders. I felt him penetrating me even further as my body shifted. And then he began to fuck me, his long steady strokes fueling that fire in my pussy, the head of his cock massaging the most sensitive places inside me each time he thrust into me. I was writhing on the bed, moaning incoherently, not even trying to control myself as he fucked me. And then I heard Dan's voice... stifled moans, as if he was trying to keep quiet. I had not realized, until that moment, how thin the walls of the bungalow were. Dan must have been on his bed, his head just on the other side of the thin wall. Without changing his pace, Nick whispered to me, "Hear that? Dan's jerking off. He's imagining he's fucking your pussy." I looked at him and moaned, not saying a word, and he must have known that I was lost in my own fantasy. He started to move faster, the bed rocking against the wall. I heard Dan, so close to me on the other side of the wall, grunting and growling as he stroked himself. "Feel his cock in you Tracy? You love him fucking you, don't you? Tell him... tell him to fuck you." The fire that had been in me before was nothing like what I felt now. It was like I was filled with molten lava, a volcano waiting to explode. I moaned loudly, aching with arousal. "Say it!" hissed my husband. "Tell him what you want!" "Oh god, fuck me Dan!" I shouted, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I felt fingers on my clit, rubbing my slick juices over my hard little button as Nick's cock drove into me. I was babbling and moaning with each thrust. I could hear Dan's moans in time with my own as the bed bumped against the wall, over and over, and the heat and pressure grew and grew inside me. And then the release came. I heard Dan cry out sharply, "Aaah... aaah! Oh god I'm cumming Tracy!" I must have screamed as the volcano inside me erupted. My body jerked as if it was being blown apart. I felt the hot lava flowing from my cunt, drenching the bed. I felt the cock inside me swelling and erupting, adding its own hot magma to the flow that went on and on and on. I was hoarse when I finally stopped screaming. Nick let my legs slip from his shoulders and slumped down on top of me, his cock gradually wilting within me. We kissed softly, in that strange sweet calm that follows a huge orgasm. He looked into my eyes and whispered, "Say goodnight to your lover. Let him hear you." I hesitated for a moment. Our fantasies had never really involved another person. But then, as I looked into my husband's eyes, I said in a clear voice, "Good night Dan. And thank you." There was a moment of silence before Dan replied, "Good night Tracy. That was really incredible." And that's the last I remember of that night. Well, there's more to the story, of course. That was only our second day on Maui. But I'll have to tell you the rest later. If you want to hear it?