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Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 01

By: Romantic1



This story spans many of the Literotica categories as it unfolds -- Erotic Coupling, Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, and of course Romance to name a few. Unlike some of the stories here, this one has a plot and perhaps a few twists and turns here and there for our characters. Your votes and comments are encouraged. 

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I knew my morning coffee was going to get me into trouble!

I'd had the same thing every workday morning for two months: a medium light blended vanilla decaf latte. It cost $4.24 including tax. I knew I spent over eighty dollars a month on this indulgence; I had this addiction that needed feeding. I was in a sorry state and starting to think about a twelve-step program -- 'My name's Megan and I'm addicted to lattes'.

I knew someone else that had an addiction to some Starbucks concoction too. I didn't know his name until one morning in early May.

I'd just gotten my morning "fix" -- the irresistible latte - and started to push my way out of the crowded coffee shop salivating over the odor of the brew as it wafted to my nostrils. Then "he" appeared - my handsome mystery man -- on his way to get his morning concoction and squarely in front of me.

"Oh, hello," he said. We both stopped and faced each other in the narrow vestibule of the shop. We both smiled at each other. He had nice teeth.

I looked up into his steel gray eyes and at his ash blond locks. "Hello," I said, "Are you here for your morning injection too?"

"Of course," he said. "I see you almost every day. I'm Josh -- Josh Bannock."

"And I'm Megan," I jockeyed my coffee into my left hand with my large purse and put my right hand out to shake his hand. I thought how clever I'd been to remember not to give my last name to a stranger. "Nice to meet you officially after all these months of passing each other."

Impulsively he asked, "Will you wait for me? Do you have time or are you late for work?" Those steel gray eyes looked at me and I suddenly felt like a soft ice cream sandwich on a hot summer day. I got all warm and mushy inside.

"Yeah," I said slowly, "I'll be outside." We squeezed past each other and I went through the outer door onto the sidewalk. 

I wondered why I was suddenly so willing to meet a strange man, albeit a good-looking one. I still suffered from the abrupt exit nine months earlier of the last man in my life and I certainly wasn't looking for another jolt of pain right now.

A hundred feet to my right there was an empty park bench. I angled towards it and deposited my large bag then sat so I could see the door to the coffee shop. I felt awkward sitting as the world whirled by me all on their way to some meaningful employment. I also thought I should do this more often.

I took my first luscious sip of my morning latte and sighed with what was the closest thing to an orgasm that I'd had in almost a year -- except for all the other lattes I'd had since I discovered them.

I quickly tried to assess how I looked. I puffed up my hair a little, not something I would normally do and hard to do with the pageboy style I wore. I also popped open my purse and pulled my compact out and did a little brush up to my makeup. I didn't meet a guy this good looking on a regular basis; he'd certainly turned my head.

A minute later I turned towards Starbucks and Josh appeared looking around for me. I waved wildly until he saw me. He strolled towards me and I got a chance to look at him more carefully: mid-thirties, tasseled loafers, no sox, snug jeans that showed off long athletic legs and made me wonder about what else they might hide, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up two turns, and aviator sunglasses pushed up on his head. Best of all though was his smile -- a perfect smile with teeth that made some orthodontist proud and his parents poor no doubt.

"I almost feel as though I know you," Josh said as he arrived at the bench. I gestured beside me and he sat. "I've seen you here almost every day for months. I even notice what you wear; it's become a contest for me to see if I can remember when you last wore the same thing. For instance, today's blazer -- that was last Wednesday. Right?" He'd gestured at my jacket as he talked.

I laughed, "Right, probably. I don't remember." I paused and looked at him as he savored the first sip from his Starbuck's cup. I watched his eyes roll up into his head as that magnificent first sip touched his palette. "What do you drink?"

"This week it's a cinnamon dusted latte light brew coffee. I change from time to time; must be daring and take risks." He looked at me and sniffed the air; "You're having a vanilla latte. I did that two weeks ago. Yummy." He paused and added, "I also like the hint of perfume you're wearing -- Chanel?"

I laughed and nodded at his acute sense of smell.

We sat and talked on the busy street as we savored our coffees. I shared that I ran the art department for a medium-size ad agency a block to the south. He'd heard of the company.

Josh talked about his work managing the investment portfolio for a charitable foundation a block to the north. I got the sense that he'd married his job. He did mention having grown up near Denver as well as still having family out there.

He mentioned he'd been an eagle scout growing up and was skilled at mountaineering and loved to camp out although he hadn't done anything with those hobbies since he'd gotten his MBA a few years earlier. 

This guy appeared to be all work and no play. I guess I'd become that way too. I knew I was hiding in my work to escape the whole relationship and bar scene. 

Why now did my head suddenly think that dating this relative stranger would be a good idea? I could hear the voices. My rational voice intervened and told me to stop having such dangerous ideas.

During our chat we somehow signaled that we were both 'unattached' and then kept talking about a hundred other things in that 'get to know you' conversation.

Somehow I shared that I'd grown up outside of Durham, New Hampshire, the daughter of a college professor at the state university there. We established that I was four years younger than he was.

Josh impressed me with his easy style and polite demeanor. He smiled often and I found myself drawn deeper and deeper into those beautiful eyes. 

I even confess to flirting slightly. Maybe I was ready to venture forth into the world of dating again. All my friends seemed to have a foot planted squarely against my rear end pushing me to come back on the circuit. I'd turned down uncounted blind dates.

Our cups slowly emptied and I know I prolonged taking the last sip of my drink. As we talked and got to know each other, we sat and spun the cardboard protectors around our nearly empty cups, each of us slightly nervous and reticent before the other in this odd mating dance.

I didn't want to break the spell that seemed to have captured both of us. An aura of comfortable friendship that hinted at a potential for something more had descended upon us. I felt it and figured he did too.

Eventually, an hour after we sat down, Josh's cell phone beeped and vibrated quietly at his side. He jumped and after looking at the source of the call, routed the call to voicemail. "I should be going," he said reluctantly. "I can't say when I've enjoyed my coffee more. Will you meet me here about the same time tomorrow? I think the weather is supposed to be good."

There was that inviting smile again.

I nodded enthusiastically and agreed to our informal date. We rose, shook hands, simultaneously said, "Until tomorrow," and headed in our respective directions to work. I had a smile on my face for a change and I bet Josh did too.

I found it hard to concentrate at work because of Josh. He'd been so engaging and cordial. I'd left my last relationship with a low self-image, mostly created by my then live in boyfriend who had frequently told me how worthless I was. Even now, many months later, I struggled to overcome the psychological luggage from that four-year relationship.

At one point when I was in the women's room at work I stopped and looked at myself in the large mirror. Today was my black and red day. I had black shoes, black tights, a black skirt and a black blazer on with a blazing red scoop neck top. My dark brown hair only added to the message of invisibility I was trying to send.

I stood profile to the mirror. I still needed to lose twenty pounds. The blazer hid the fact that ten of those pounds were becoming a paunch and the other ten excess luggage in my butt. That said, my figure could be described as full with a more than adequate rack. I hadn't started to sag thus I still turned heads when I wore the right, snug fitting top or bent over wearing something loose. I could be a pretty good tease when I wanted to be.

Based on what others told me I was pretty. I had a 'girl next door' kind of face, smooth and oval without the angular cheekbones or jaws of many fashion models. Hazel eyes and bright white teeth accented the Mediterranean complexion I'd inherited from my father, a man of Spanish heritage.

I sighed and went back to work while rethinking how I could fit in more exercise and less food into my regime.

Tuesday morning I picked up my usual latte and as I left the store Josh arrived. I just said, "Bench" to him over the din in the store as we passed and gestured towards where we'd sat the day before. We gave each other big smiles. What a nice way to start the morning.

My God, this man was gorgeous. I'd had several Josh fantasies throughout the previous night including one resulting in a self-inflicted orgasm of very pleasant proportions. I shivered as I remembered the wave of pleasure. God bless battery-operated toys. 

By sunrise, however, I'd decided I'd seen Josh through rose-colored glasses and that he couldn't be 'that' good. Yet, here he was again in his tall and handsome splendor. My heart did a little flippity-flop as I walked to the bench with my daily coffee. 

I resolved to find out Josh's three hundred bad habits so I could get grounded again and lose this puppy-love crush I seemed develop overnight, heavily weighted by personality traits assigned by my own imagination.

A few minutes later he joined me on the same bench with his coffee de jour. He told me he often came by bus from his condo in Charlestown. I confessed to a studio on Beacon Hill and proudly told him I usually walked the short distance unless the weather was unbearable when I'd call a taxi. I noted that his neighborhood, adjacent to the Bunker Hill Monument, was considerably more upscale than my modest apartment even though I had a Beacon Hill address.

I asked him some more about his work as an investment manager at the foundation and that started a discussion about risk taking and being a risk taker. I confessed to not knowing where I stood on the risk taking scale since I'd grown up pretty sheltered, had a pretty bland college life, and then been in only two long-term relationships. On the other hand, while in those relationships some interesting and daring things had happened.

Josh asked about my last relationship, albeit carefully. I volunteered the disastrous nature of the relationship and how it had dragged me down for the last couple of years.

Predictably he asked how it had dragged me down. 

I explained that after a few months of wooing me and getting me to move in with him that Roger had become a bastard. I'd become the slave and stayed way too long expecting that the situation would change. We'd talk and Roger would change for a few days or a week but slip back into his demanding and demeaning ways. He liked running me down. I lost the ability to resist as my self-esteem disappeared until finally one day I woke up from the bad dream and just walked out. I admitted my co-dependence in the situation. I probably went into too much detail but it was cathartic and Josh seemed to be actively listening as I dumped. Finally I ran out of steam.

Josh reached over and touched my arm gently, looked straight into my eyes and said, "Megan, I'm not Roger." 

His statement surprised me on several different levels. For one it hinted that Josh wanted some kind of relationship. Based on what I'd been saying it also implied that he would be someone that would push me upward rather than pull me downward. It also suggested he wouldn't allow me to slip away in some negative co-dependent state. 

I wondered if I was reading too much into his looks and his comments.

Josh suddenly said, "Megan, I know you've only known me for two of the past twenty-six hours but I have a question to ask you -- a proposition."

He looked encouragingly at me waiting for me to invite his question. My curiosity was piqued and so I nodded while displaying one of my genuine happy smiles. I figured he would ask for a date on the weekend.

He went on, "Would you spend the weekend with me -- in Aspen, Colorado?"

I know my mouth flopped open. I could feel the chilly morning air rushing in as I inhaled. 

Josh babbled on, "It wouldn't cost you anything -- I'll pay for everything. You'd be doing me a huge favor. I'll pay for everything including whatever outfits you figure you'll need for the trip and the event I have to be at -- and you can keep those as your own. Oh, and I assure you I am of good moral character, have no designs on your body, and ... well, would you be willing to fly out there with me? I think it might be interesting for you if not a little bit of fun. I just really, really need a 'temporary girlfriend'."

Somehow my mind flitted to the love scene I'd envisioned just as my midnight orgasm washed over me. I tried to push that out of my head as not a relevant decision making factor. The scene reappeared anyway.

The brief discussion we'd had about risk taking and getting away from one's comfort zone in order to grow also flew through my brain - nothing wrong with my short-term memory.

I think I shut my mouth about then. I thought for a split second then blurted out, "Yes, I'd love to," before my rational self could intervene. I added, "Tell me more," a bit more quietly but audibly.

"Whew," he said. "There's a wedding out there and while I'm not "in" it, I'm sort of an important guest. A lot of my old friends will be there as well as my entire family."

"And you need a 'temporary girlfriend' -- a date?" I posited.

Josh replied tentatively, "Actually, I need more than a date -- if you're willing to rescue me from my hermit like existence. My brother, sisters, and best friends have all given me increasing grief for years about not having a girlfriend." He paused.

"Yesssss?" I said slowly, my brain actively engaged in assessing this new situation. Little red flags were waving as I wondered why he hadn't dated and described himself as a hermit.

He went on, "So I told a little lie when I was back there for a couple of days over Christmas."

"You told them you had a steady girlfriend," I said flatly. 

Josh nodded.

"And I am the only hope you have to rescue your sorry ass and reputation from friends and family," I smiled widely as I tortured him.

"Yes," he said sheepishly. He looked down.

"And why are you in this situation?" I asked in a more serious tone, wondering if Josh was gay. Now I was turning the tables on him about the sorry state of our love lives. He became the confessor.

"Well," Josh said looking up and talking with greater animation, "I work too hard. I started the foundation I told you I work at about four years ago and I spend just about all of my time on it. I haven't really had much of a social life since I got out of grad school, just a few family events every now and then or an occasional friend stopping by Boston from out of town."

"You 'started' the foundation -- the charitable foundation?" I asked incredulously. "You said you worked at one yesterday but I didn't realize it was 'yours'!"

"Yeah," he said modestly. "The initial money that started it was part of a modest inheritance from my parents. They died in plane crash about ten years ago."

I stammered out, "Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Thank you and it's OK now," Josh said in a reverent tone. "It was a long time ago now - 1998. They were on their way to Europe on a Swissair flight that crashed off the coast of Canada. I'd just started grad school for an MBA when it happened."

"Oh," I said not knowing where to take the conversation.

I think Josh read my confusion as he studied my face. He took my hand in his and I willingly squeezed back to show I appreciated his candor and to show my sympathy.

"So anyway, about Colorado. The trip is to the wedding of one of my youngest sister," Josh said more energetically. "She's been engaged for the past two years to a nice bloke I've met twice -- the last two Christmases - and the wedding is Saturday afternoon in Aspen -- five days from today."

He paused and checked in with me to see if I was still on his wavelength. I was. 

He went on, "We'll fly to Aspen from here -- Friday afternoon if you can do it - and, if you can spare an extra day on Monday we can see if there's spring skiing, otherwise I'll have you back here late Sunday night. Your duties would be to act like a serious girlfriend -- whatever that means. Are you good at acting?"

"I opt for the ski day," I said with a smile, "and I think I can play act my way through this. I'm not sure I like the idea of supporting your white lies to your family but I guess I will help rescue you."

Inside me a little voice was screaming, "No! No! No! Don't do it." I could also hear another little voice saying, "Finally! About time! Get out there, date, and be social! This guy's cute!" My two voices were fighting with each other -- not unusual.

Josh broke into a big grin. "Thank you so much. You are saving me from unbridled torture at the hands of people that say they love me."

My rational self started to kick in, "Now, what kind of 'duties' will I be expected to perform? And am I not supposed to know you better than that you hang out at the Boylston Street Starbucks at seven-thirty most mornings trolling for a 'temporary girlfriend'?"

Josh thought for a few seconds then said, "We have a few days before we would go. If you're free, we can keep meeting like this in the mornings and how about Thursday I take you out to dinner and I'll show you my condo -- you should have seen that before we go to Colorado? It's special and all my brothers and sisters have seen the place at one time or another during stopovers in Boston."

"I would be delighted," I replied with my Ipana toothpaste smile. "This gets more complicated but the whole idea excites me. I always did want to be in the theater. What's that quote? Something about 'all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players'."

Josh said, "I've got to go but here's my business card. My home number's on the back. It also has my e-mail on it."

"Oh, let me give you one of mine too," I said. I dug frantically in my shoulder bag until I found my cardholder and produced a card. I wrote my home number on the back: in for a penny, in for a pound.

As I wrote I suddenly turned to Josh and asked, "You said the foundation was the reason you don't have a girlfriend. There's another reason, right?"

Josh studied my face as he accepted my business card, "Yes," he said slowly, "I guess I'm scared of relationships. I haven't been in a serious relationship since I was in grad school. To tell the truth, that one sort of hurt me a lot when it fell apart. She had more ambitions about the corporate world than I did at the time."

He went on, "Further, I guess you should know, I have a weird philosophy about relationships now and I'm guessing that no one in their right mind would probably want to get involved with me until I change somehow. I'll tell it to you one of these days. Lastly, I guess I'm scared of commitment; I've never found anyone that inspired my use of the word."


Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 01



I caught his eye and said, "Then don't."

He looked puzzled and so I added, "Just take one day at a time. You don't have to commit to anything other than being here right now -- with me." I added, "OK 'boyfriend'?"

He laughed and said, "OK 'girlfriend'." We both got up to leave.

I then said, "Oh, you have homework. I'd like to know what you told them about your erstwhile girlfriend when you were out there. I hope you didn't give them a name or tell them I was blond. What expectations will I have to meet?"

He laughed and said, "I'll make a list. Until tomorrow - and thank you, thank you, thank you so much. You don't know what this means to me. I'll be forever in your debt." 

He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I squeezed his hand.

With that he turned and strode away from me with a happy flair to his walk. I think my mouth was hanging open again. My cheek still burned from his kiss.

*

Each of the next three mornings we spent an hour learning about each other. Josh also realized we'd have some time to talk on the plane ride to Aspen.

I brought a framework I found on the Internet about relationships so that I could focus the discussion on particular parts of our lives besides our jobs. We spent Wednesday on genealogy and how we felt about our families, member by member. We also talked about our resumes, where we'd lived, our work, career paths, and what we sought by working.

Thursday we talked about our religious upbringing that for both of us left us spiritual yet not churchy. We also talked about our exercise regimes and goals. We breiefly talked about our hopes and aspirations for our lives and then our life goals breaking off to go to work and expecting to meet for dinner.

Josh called me about one o'clock on Thursday and told me he'd booked dinner at Radius -- one of the more upscale restaurants in Boston and one that was far out of my league in terms of prices. I'd never been there.

Given the nature of the restaurant I figured I'd better rethink my 'going out for a bite after work' mode of dress. What worked in the office would definitely not work at Radius. Thus, for a change, I left work at four o'clock much to the surprise of my colleagues, went to the hair dressers and got the works, and then headed back to my studio to change. 

Josh had said he'd pick me up about seven-thirty. I was ready about seven and pacing the floor but doing little adjustments to my 'look' every other circuit. Pacing in my studio is hard to do because it is so small. I had to circle the coffee table to get any steam up in a pace. I was nervous.

I'd decided to wear my LBD -- my little black dress. I picked that for several reasons. First, it is probably the nicest and sexiest dress I have, the wavy hemline oscillating three to six inches below my crotch. One of my girlfriends called a 'Greyhound Dress' since it was three inches from the hare (hair! Get it?). Second, it is the only dress I have worthy of the Radius.

I also had on my black spike heels. The combination of the dress and the heels made my legs look like a million bucks. I do have great looking legs. The dress also did very nice things for my ass too, even though I wouldn't have time to lose the extra weight that I needed to.

I tried to decide what jewelry to wear with the outfit. I'd gotten as far as picking a pair of earrings that were simple two-inch gold loops. With my new hairdo I thought the earrings did a nice job of giving me an enticing and sexy look.

I paused in front of the mirror again. What did I know about this guy for sure other than he liked Starbucks? He could be a mass rapist or some kind of axe murderer that preyed on women my age? This could be the date from hell. I could have committed to the weekend from hell. What if his family were all looney tunes? Was my acceptance of this weekend just a flight of fancy for me that I'd regret all the rest of my days?

The doorbell rang. Josh was early? Did I have the time wrong?

I peaked through the eyepiece in my door and there was a floral deliveryman at my door. I opened the door with the chain on.

"Delivery for Megan Watson," he smiled and held out a corsage box.

I adjusted the door and opened it all the way.

Florist man handed me the box and wished me a good evening, turned and disappeared down the stairs of my building.

I took the chilled white box into my living room and opened it. There was a beautiful orchid corsage, small and not too flashy, yet carefully crafted. All the bad thoughts about Josh vanished from my mind.

There was a small envelope with 'Megan' written on it. I opened it and read the enclosed card: "Pretty flowers for a much prettier woman. See you soon 'girlfriend'. Josh."

My heart melted. Maybe I'd let this guy get lucky on our first date. What am I thinking?

I sat and smelled the flowers for five minutes. I decided I'd better stop or there'd be no more odor buds on the flowers by the time we went for dinner. I went and touched up my makeup for the fortieth time that night and paced some more, now wearing the corsage pinned to my dress. I changed my earrings for the fifth time in the past half hour. My fake diamond studs replaced the hoops.

On the dot of seven-thirty Josh knocked on the door. I opened it to find my handsome prince standing there in a very fashionable tuxedo. My God, the last time anyone had picked me up in a tuxedo was my high school senior prom. This man was scoring points he didn't even know about. I expected my mother would want photos of the event.

"Wow," he said. "You look magnificent. I think this may be the best date I've ever been on." His comment didn't betray even the slightest hint that he wanted to feed me a line.

More points, I thought.

"Come in for a minute," I said. "I'd show you the place, except you can see it all from where you're standing." Josh stood and gazed about my neatened studio. Everything was packed carefully in the vertical racks and bookcases -- not a cubic inch was wasted or empty, floor to ceiling. I was a packrat. 

A few pieces of my own art that intrigued me decorated the walls. He asked about them and I explained each piece briefly.

Finally, I picked up a paisley shawl, put it over the one shoulder that didn't have the flowers on it and gestured to the door. We left and locked up.

I let Josh escort me down to his car that was double parked at the curb. His car turned out to be a vintage Porsche 944 Turbo. 

I'd never ridden in a Porsche. I jumped up and down a little with glee. Josh laughed at my antics.

Fifteen minutes later, after entrusting the Porsche to a valet, we were seated in the posh amber glow of the restaurant's many chandeliers and sconces. My chair had a velveteen finish on it and I thought that I might do nothing but rub the edge of the chair all night long to enjoy the tactile sensation from the fabric.

Josh got us both chocolate martinis -- something I'd never tried before and after one sip declared as my new favorite drink. We were sitting side by side in a booth and it gave me the opportunity to study Josh as well as touch his arm with little flirty gestures.

Josh apologized ahead of time for any infraction of manners that he might incur; "You have to understand that I haven't been on a real date in four years. The foundation has taken up all of my time so I just haven't felt I could leave it. I guess I'm a control freak -- certainly about the foundation."

I looked attentive and nodded encouragingly to hear him talk.

He went on, "I think things are getting to where I could at least let them coast every now and then rather than feel that if I wasn't in personal control things would fly apart. I guess I'm a control freak."

I admitted that I had 'control' issues too, particularly about the quality of the art and other studio work that my company produced for our clients. We bounced around talking about business.

Over appetizers, I asked, "Tell me your life philosophy? Also you haven't told me what you told your family and friends about me -- about your girlfriend?"

Josh said, "Let me take the second question first. Under great duress and having had a tad too much wine, I told Van, Katelyn and Fiona -- my sibs -- that I did too have a girlfriend but that you'd had to spend the holiday with your family outside Boston somewhere. I think I said you had dark hair and a nice figure. I said you had your own business, so you'll have to waltz around how I got that wrong. I avoided saying what business you were in and I told you I didn't give a name -- you are just 'nameless girlfriend' to them." He laughed at some internal joke.

I said with a touch of sarcastic humor, "Well, you certainly spilled the beans and left them knowing all about me, didn't you?"

"I've always been terse." He thought and then said, "Oh, I did tell them you liked to jog and ski -- so it's a good thing you opted for the ski day. I told them you volunteered -- charitable work of some kind; that scores points in my family; it's one of the family values. I think I also said you were intellectual and liked to read a lot."

"Did you tell them how we met?" I asked.

"Fiona, the one getting married, asked me that," Josh said. "I told her we'd met at a party -- some mutual friends through Charles Schwab that handles the investments in the foundation."

I muttered under my breath, "Party, Schwab, investments," trying to memorize the small points to buttress Josh's white lie to Fiona.

"You've mentioned your friends, but you haven't talked about them yet. What did you tell them?"

Josh continued between bites of a carefully crafted shrimp cocktail, "A few of my five best friends may be around sometime over the weekend -- all are my age and we were in high school together: Fiona invited them to the wedding but I don't know if they're coming. Dave is now a flight instructor at small airport outside Denver; Bud is an insurance agent; Paul's a computer jock of some type; Jim's a marketing guy for Coors; and Scott is a software designer and consultant."

"Are you the only one that's left town?" I asked.

"Yes and they're all married and I seem to be the holdout. Lots of pressure on that front." Josh rolled his eyes skyward. "Your efforts will go a long way towards removing the stigma that has haunted me for years." He laughed at his own humor. 

Our entrees arrived with a great flourish and our conversation continued with me asking questions of Josh. To play the role of 'temporary girlfriend' I figured there was a basic body of knowledge about each other that we should know. 

As we talked we shifted closer and closer to each other. I felt the flush of interpersonal chemistry with Josh and from his attention he did too. 

We started to touch each other, first just small gestures to the other's sleeve or shoulder. Then we sought skin by a touch to the neck or face. I dusted a crumb from a dinner roll from Josh's cheek, surprising myself by letting my fingers linger a second longer than required.

As our dinner plates were cleared Josh reached over and held my hand. There was no pretense, just an open wish to be in contact with me. I welcomed his advance. The chemistry got thicker.

Over coffee I pulled Josh's arm around me. We were in a booth and we both found comfort in my move. 

At one point I put my head on his shoulder and could feel him nuzzle his face into my hair. This ride was suddenly going very fast and I welcomed the speed.

I turned to him and we kissed. We'd both wanted to kiss each other for the past hour -- at least. I would have kissed him Monday in front of Starbucks. Hell, I would have screwed him in front of Starbucks by Tuesday.

Our first kiss became a noteworthy milestone in our new relationship. The growing affection and attraction we both felt for each other came through loud and clear. 

Josh said, "Will you come back to my condo with me? You need to see it anyway before we go to Aspen."

I nodded my agreement knowing that there'd be further kisses and some decisions about how fast and how far this relationship was moving.

We kissed again and with greater frequency as we finished our coffees and Josh settled the bill. The Porsche had been waiting at the door for our departure.

The building with Josh's condo looked modest from the outside, however, the inside impressed immediately. Hallways were spotless and carefully maintained. The building faced the impressive Bunker Hill Monument.

Josh parked in a private garage under the building. A private elevator whisked us up to Josh's penthouse and when the doors opened and Josh flipped on a light switch I instantly came to an abrupt stop taking in the great room. This was no little condo.

Josh nudged me further into the room as I twirled around looking up at the high ceilings and around at the ultra modern décor. 

At one end stood a modern kitchen with granite countertops. Modern lighting lit the room from every direction. Bar stools allowed guests to talk to the cooks while meals were being prepared. A thick glass top dining room table sat midway across the room surrounded by robust swivel barrel chairs. The living room centered on a fireplace and hearth with modern sofas built into a conversation pit that guests descended into. A large glass coffee table was centered in the pit. Modern paintings decorated the walls here and there.

Tall windows filled the two exterior walls, each with a settee built into the window alcove. Outside through the darkness I could see the Boston skyline as well as the lights from the new Interstate bridge over the Mystic River. The effect was startlingly beautiful.

Josh stood with obvious pride as I marveled at the splendor of his condo.

"Oh wow!" I muttered as we walked deeper into the room. I was in awe at the simple luxury of Josh's home.

Suddenly I realized the expense of what I was seeing and what it meant about Josh. I turned to him with a huge question on my face. I skipped about ten obvious questions and went right to "Why me?"

Josh came to me and held me by the shoulders at arms length; one thumb lightly stroked my neck. "I like you. I need you. I think you like me. You have a beautiful smile. After talking to you all week I know you are what I need."

"The wedding?" I asked.

"We leave here at noon tomorrow if you're still willing?"

"Josh, you obviously come from money. I didn't realize it but now the pieces fit. The foundation -- family foundation -- your foundation; the Porsche; and now this." I gestured about the condo. "I'm pretty poor actually. I'm making about eighty thousand a year -- and in my family that's a record. When my parents retire they'll need some of my financial help to get by. College professors are not big bread winners."

"Megan, please don't think about the economic differences between us. Please don't think of any differences between us. I know you're not a gold digger. I could tell after talking to you for five minutes. The rest I don't care about and I don't want you to either."

Josh pulled me into him slowly and I went quite willingly. We leaned into each other and kissed. This time it was one of those explosive, TNT packed kisses full of tremendous potential and loaded with promises of greater things to come.

Josh touched a control on the countertop and the main lights dimmed, leaving a few pieces of art spotlighted as well as a hallway that I assume went back to his bedroom. He touched another button on the control console and the fireplace leapt into flames. He also shed the jacked and tie to his tux, draping the jacket over a dining room chair.

"Come," Josh said. He led me into the living room 'pit' pulled me beside him on the sofa. As I snuggled against him I remembered the flowers; I unpinned the corsage and put it on the glass coffee table; I didn't want it crushed. When I turned back to him, he held his arms open to me and I melted into them.

Adult necking is exciting because you know sooner or later where it could lead. In this case I really wanted to be seduced or to be the seductress. I didn't care; I just wanted to be loved by this man -- even as a 'temporary girlfriend'.

Josh was being very proper about where to put his hands. He stroked my arms and my neck and of course was kissing me in those places too. After a while I realized he was not going to make 'the' move. I also noticed that my skirt had ridden up almost to my hips clearly exposing my little black lacy bikini underwear and the tops of my hose.

Eventually as we were locked in a long French kiss, I took one of Josh's hands and moved it to my left breast. 

The hand went to work immediately bringing me pleasure, stroking and smoothing me through the material of the dress.

I know we could both feel my nipples harden to his touch. The more he touched the more I was certain where I wanted this to go.

As we kissed again a few minutes later, I took Josh's hand and this time brought it to the skin above my stocking tops and below my black lace panties. Josh moaned his pleasure at my invitation.

I had had other lovers in my life that were more experienced but they were also more presumptive. Josh did not assume anything about where we were going. I'm not sure he knew. I did.

As he stroked the skin and my thighs, I gave a little moan of pleasure too. I finally said, "You can touch me anywhere you want, Josh, anywhere. I give myself to you tonight."

Josh whispered, "That's a big responsibility and I accept. I give myself to you too."

I thought I must be luckiest girl in the whole world. Here I had this hunk of a guy who could be in movies and instead he was with me. Further, he was nice and level headed and wasn't the dork that so many of the guys I'd met recently seemed to be. He actually paid attention to me and I didn't detect any of the negative traits that finally drove me to leave Roger.

Josh started to rub my pubic area through the lace panties. I could feel myself flood with girl juice in anticipation of our coupling. I know my attractive sexual odor was proliferating through the night; I hoped it was working.

I reached over to Josh with one hand and rubbed his thighs up to their union with his groin. Beneath the pants to his tuxedo I could feel a firm bulge. I stoked with different levels of pressure and in different ways all around the area. Things grew bigger and harder. I was impressed and wanted more.

We made better use of our hands and mouths now that I'd established the permissible landscape for travel -- anywhere! 

Finally, I could stand it no longer and slowly stood in the dim light, the gas fire flickering behind me. Josh watched me with a questioning look on his face.

"Too many clothes," I said. "Let's get more comfortable." My tone of voice was imperative, demanding that he move into action. He quickly followed my lead.

I shimmied a little in front of Josh just to catch his attention and then magically lifted the little black dress up over my head. I stood in heels, dark stockings, bikinis and push up bra; I looked at Josh. He'd become mesmerized by my rapid strip and stopped removing his own clothing. I was actually pleased I could elicit a look of such awe from such a handsome guy.

I reached behind and slowly undid the clasp to the black lacy bra. I held the bra close to my chest with one hand as I let the back and sidepieces come to the front. Josh realized that only my one hand and the flimsy fabric covered my breasts. His eyes widened.

I dropped the lacy bra on the sofa next to Josh with a dismissive gesture. I rubbed my breasts then held them forward to him as eye candy and for his enjoyment. I felt unbelievably sexy and most definitely the seductress of the evening.

Josh quickly lost his shirt and started to work on his pants, at least getting them down to his knees as he sat on the low sofa.




Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 01



I leaned forward so I could kiss Josh knowing that as I did my two breasts would become pendulums swinging in the dim light for his enjoyment. I wanted to show off my wares. I wanted him to touch and feel me.

As we kissed both of Josh's hands rose and held my breasts, carefully weighing and caressing each globe. His hands were warm and comfortable, kneading and fondling with just the right amount of pressure and attention. 

As his hands shifted their attention to my nipples I could feel the sensations shoot through my body, ending with a further flood of fluid from the love ducts in my pussy. Soon he had my nipples erect; I paid rapt attention to his every move.

We kissed again and then I directed Josh's mouth to my breasts. I straddled Josh's hips but elevated my body so my breasts were at the level of his mouth. He got the idea right away and started to suck on my breasts, alternately kissing, slavering and sucking hard on and around each nipple.

I thought, 'Oh my God, I've died and gone to heaven.' The sensations were almost too much to bear ... but I bore up under the strain.

After a few minutes I pulled away from Josh and pulled his pants down and off his legs. Socks went next. Then I reached for his briefs. I wanted to see exactly what was causing that large bulge in the dark fabric of his underwear.

As I pulled down the briefs, Josh raised his hips so in one smooth move I yanked the shorts down to his knees. Immediately his large cock unfurled into view, uncurling almost like a flag captured by a sudden wind that moves from a small tuft of fabric into being a grand and glorious display. Such was my first impression of Josh's privates.

I knelt before Josh and pulled his briefs off the rest of the way, tossing them into the growing pile of our clothing.

My hands reached up and together encompassed Josh's penis, counter twisting the growing rod of flesh in my hands. I could feel the surge of growth as Josh moaned into the darkness, his head lolling back on the sofa in ecstasy as I fondled him.

I'd learned about blowjobs in high school. At the time they'd been a more than adequate substitute for intercourse plus the boys I dated usually were thoughtful enough to return the favor with their version of cunnilingus. Thus, over the years I had not only developed a skill and facility for the act but a genuine fondness. Further, unlike many women I actually appreciated the final act of ejaculation into my mouth and enjoyed the look of lust and pleasure on a guy's face as I swallowed his emissions.

I leaned over Josh, initially wrapping his cock with my breasts. His head snapped forward from his reverie so he could watch what I was doing. I must admit when I'd seen it in porn films the act looks dirty and seductive, and I loved doing it. Josh apparently liked it too for he started moaning and expressing his appreciation.

After a few minutes of that I slid his cock up my chest and neck and then glommed onto the mushroomed head with my mouth. Another loud moan came from deep within Josh's body.

I pumped with one hand and rose and fell over his unit with my head, my tongue rolling around the cock head to deliver maximum stimulation. I could feel the penis grow even more and harden as I delivered my lust to him.

Occasionally, I pulled off of Josh completely and blew lightly on the saliva soaked rod; as I did I'd run a fingernail up and down the prominent veins. The texture of his cock grew to that of hardened steel. 

Finally, I stood before Josh. He looked at me the lust that I had fully aroused in him. I liked this look. I carefully and seductively peeled my black bikini panties down my legs, retaining my sexy black nylons and spike heels. Someone had told me once that guys love seeing a woman wearing heels while they fuck; something about increasing the erotic sight picture.

I ran my hands around my pussy, moving so Josh's head ended only a few inches from my ground zero. I ran two fingers of one hand into my vagina and pulled them out. I licked them then brought them to Josh's mouth. He licked.

Josh brought a hand up and ran it up the inside of my thigh. The touch was electric. I felt like I was on fire. I held his hand and directed it to my cunt. Two of his fingers penetrated my sopping vagina, my fluids flooding over as he made a few strokes in and out of me. 

The whole time his fingers penetrated me our eyes were locked on each other. I steadied myself with one hand on his shoulder as I rotated my hips to meet his touch.

Finally, I spoke, "Can we make love? Please. Take me!"

Josh rose from the sofa and faced me, his arms wrapped around me and we kissed in a most intimate and yet loving kiss of the night.

Without warning Josh picked me up and quickly carried me down the hallway I'd seen and had assumed led to the bedroom area. I was right.

Josh's bedroom was also dimly lit by low wattage spots on some of the artwork on the walls. The windows also faced the Boston skyline and new bridge; spectacular view but that wasn't why I'd come.

He set me gently on the bed and moved between my legs. I pulled my legs up to welcome his advance.

Josh thrust his tongue forward into my slit, licking and savoring all of the fluids I'd been leaking throughout the evening. I think the corsage had been the turning point. I'm a sucker for flowers.

This man knew his way around a woman's pussy and he toured all over mine. Tongue and then fingers stoked, licked and sucked in all the right places. My little tufts of sensitive skin found their way into his mouth with just the right pressure and stimulation.

I soared ever higher, until I could take it no more and clutched Josh's head to my nether region and allowed my first orgasm of the night to wash over me. 

My heart raced, my blood pressure must have skyrocketed, and I had the fine sheen of lust all over my body to celebrate the passing of that orgasm. Wow!

I pulled Josh up towards me. "Come. Nest in me Lover." He didn't need a second invitation.

Josh slid into my velvet sheath in one smooth stroke. Again our eyes were locked on each other's. This was a union we both sought with all our bodies ... and as it would turn out our hearts.

I urged Josh's thrusts into me using my own abilities to rotate and thrust into his down strokes with my pelvis. We were hell bent on achieving more orgasms and in only a few minutes Josh warned of his impending climax. 

"Come in me," I said. "I want you, I want your cum, I want your ... love." 

I thought, 'Oh my God, I've said the 'L' word. What will he think.'

My words didn't seem to change Josh's ardor and he continued to drive deeper into me with ever-faster strokes. I started to moan and add short words of encouragement.

"Cum. Fill me. Fuck me. Shoot into me. Oooooooooh. Ooooooooh fuuuucccccckkkkkk!"

I was holding off my own climax await Josh's. When he started to make his final lunges into my body I gave into what my body had been pleading for -- release. 

We both exploded into each other. I could feel the jets of Josh's ejaculations washing down the inside of my vagina. Every nerve ending in my sheath was afire with pleasure as I spasmed around his spike. 

For half a minute we were statue frozen in time. Our hearts beat yet no one breathed or moved. We just savored the pleasure of the orgasms that touched us both. 

Then we both gasped for air and I pulled Josh down into my arms, cradling his head on my shoulder.

"Wow," he whispered to me as we both panted.

"Yeah," I said, "Wow."

We were both silent after those assertions. I guess we were both unsure what to say or where to take the conversation or even whether a conversation was needed.

We were both lightly stroking each other. Josh was running a finger lazily around my right breast. The sensation was delightful. I was stroking his arm with one hand and touching his hair with my other hand.

After several minutes I broke the silence. "Josh, thank you. That was magnificent. You are a divine lover."

He leaned in and kissed me. "And you, dearest Megan, are an adorable surprise and a delight.."

My heart went all flippity-flop again. I am also a sucker for being adored.

To be continued.



Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 02



Your enjoyment of this story will be enhanced by reading the chapters from the beginning. The sex gets better and more varied as the story unfolds. This story spans many of the Literotica categories as it unfolds -- Erotic Coupling, Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, and of course Romance to name a few. Unlike some of the stories here, this one has a plot and perhaps a few twists and turns here and there for our characters. Your votes and comments are encouraged. 

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I spent the night with Josh. We made love again. In the morning Josh awakened me with lots of kisses - my kind of alarm clock!

In the bold light of day we both looked at each other full of questions about whether the previous night has been an aberration. Josh looked at me between his initial kisses and after my eyes were open with his eyebrows peaked over the brow of his beautiful nose. They were sort of asking if this whole situation was all right or whether I wanted to run screaming out the door.

To remove that stigma, at least from my point of view, I pulled Josh to me after his second or third kiss and said, "You can make love to me like you did last night any time you want. For me that was the perfect date. You are the perfect date. I like being your 'temporary girlfriend'."

I turned so I could kiss him better and pulled him into me. We were both still nude and I quite purposefully pulled the sheet down my body to reveal my breasts to Josh and the rays of early morning sunshine. Secretly too, I hoped he'd make some statement removing the stigma of 'temporary' from my status.

Josh responded well -- my kind of man. We made love again but he made no comment about us getting more serious.

After the two of us showered together in his luxurious bathroom I stumbled around the living room collecting my clothing and redressing. I stuck the stockings in a grocery store bag along with the shawl and somehow got back into the rest of the things I'd been wearing. Josh dressed more casually and appeared just as I slid the LBD down over my body.

"Such ashamed to cover up such beauty," he said and he came and took me in his arms again.

"Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls you entertain here."

Josh looked at me seriously and said, "Other than family, you are the first girl -- woman -- that has been here - the way we were last night. I meant what I said about having been a hermit for a long time."

"Well, Mr. Hermit, you did pretty well last night by me. I may not be all that experienced either but I know that you turned me on and kept turning me on and ... well, you're still turning me on."

We kissed again and then I pushed him off.

"You have to take me home so I can be ready for our flight to Colorado. By the way what time is our flight? What airline?"

Josh looked a little pleased with himself; he said, "I'll drive you home. The trip is a bit of a surprise so just go with the flow. OK?"

I nodded to accept his edict.

Josh and I went down to the garage and got into his Porsche. A few minutes later he'd negotiated the backstreets of Boston and delivered me to my door with the promise to be back at noon to take me to the airport. He told me we'd have lunch on the plane.

I thought it odd that he told me to bring whatever I thought I'd need including bulky winter coats. He said it'd all go fine on the plane one way or the other and that he'd help me carry it all.

I had a pile of luggage on the door stoop at noon and Josh double-parked as we loaded it all into the back of the Porsche. I ended holding a few things on my lap.

As we pulled away from my apartment, I noted that Josh headed in the opposite direction from Boston's Logan Airport.

"What gives? Where are you taking me?" I asked.

Josh smiled and said, "Remember, just go with the flow. You'll like it. I promise."

I relaxed and enjoyed Josh's skills at negotiating the expensive and fast car onto Storrow Drive and then out Route 2. Eventually I figured out we were going to the airport in Bedford, Massachusetts. I thought of it as a general aviation airport with a few specialized flights from time to time. The field used to be a military base and then a shared use facility.

Josh wheeled into the general aviation side of the field, pulling up in front of a large electric gate and pushing a button on the car's visor to have the gate open for us. As we drove through we passed row upon row of single-engine private planes.

Josh then turned abruptly and pulled up next to a sleek corporate jet. I noticed the tail number on the jet was N1BF.

I looked at Josh full of questions.

"My plane," he explained tersely. My mouth fell open again. My 'boyfriend' owned a corporate jet! Oh, my God. 

Josh saw my look of awe and added, "Actually the plane belongs to the foundation, that's why the 'BF' is part of the tail number. It stands for Bannock Foundation."

As I walked around the sleek jet, a lineman carried our luggage from the car to the plane. Josh asked him to put the car in the hanger and the man drove carefully away towards the huge vacant hanger that had apparently housed the jet until sometime this morning.

"Who's going to fly this," I asked since there was no one else around.

"I am," Josh said with a widening smile. "Come on, let's get in and get going."

Josh helped me up the stairs and into the posh jet. I started to head towards the passenger seats in the rear but Josh pulled my arm.

"Come and sit up front with me. You'll be my co-pilot today." Josh turned and secured the door to the plane after the stairs folded away automatically.

I think my jaw was hanging open again.

"I don't know ... you don't expect ... are you sure ..." I started blabbering.

Josh stopped me by waving his hand at the plane. "This is a Cessna Citation Ultra. It was built in 1993 and I've owned it since 2004. The engines are almost new. We will cruise at about 40,000 feet and go directly from here to Aspen, Colorado -- a distance of 1,640 nautical miles. The flight will take about four hours and three minutes at a speed of 456 knots, give or take a little for winds at altitude."

He helped me into the co-pilot's seat and showed me how to attach the five-point harness. He also showed me the quick-donning oxygen mask and a few of the other safety features about the plane. He explained that the plane had a small head if I needed relief as well as a small galley that had been stocked with sandwiches, soft drinks and coffee for our flight.

With that, Josh finished attending to his own seat and starting touching dials and levers. Almost immediately the entire instrument panel before me lit up and a minute later I heard an engine spool up behind us. Three LED displays appeared. Josh put a headset on and apparently was listening to something on the radio. He handed me a lightweight headset and said, "Here, put this on. You'll be able to talk to me better as well as hear both sides of my conversation with air traffic control -- just don't talk while they are, OK?" I nodded still awed by all going on around me.

Josh adjusted the frequencies on one of the radios and I heard him say through my headset, "Bedford Clearance, November One Bravo Foxtrot at Hanger Two, ready for our clearance to Aspen, Colorado -- alpha sierra echo."

After thirty seconds the radio sparked to life, "November One Bravo Foxtrot, you are cleared to alpha sierra echo as filed. After takeoff climb and maintain runway heading to four thousand. Contact ground on one-two-one point seven when ready to taxi."

Josh repeated the clearance instructions back. He touched one of the radios, changing frequencies and then I heard him tell Hanscom ground control that he was ready to taxi.

The tower responded immediately, "November One Bravo Foxtrot cleared to taxi to runway two-niner. Contact tower on one-one-eight-point-five when ready for takeoff.

With great excitement the engines got louder and the large aircraft started to move. I had a smile from ear to ear and so did Josh. I noticed the lineman outside the plane waving with two batons as we turned and left the hanger area. I waved a little 'thank you' to the guy.

We rolled slowly down one of the taxiways. Josh explained that he had checklists for everything and that we'd spend a minute at the end of the runway going through the pre-takeoff checklist then let the tower know we were ready for departure.

At the end of the runway, Josh parked the plane and pulled out a laminated card. He vocalized each checklist item as he went through it, often pointing to an instrument or lever around him to confirm its setting. After two minutes with the checklist and setting some information in some of the instruments I heard his voice on the headset again, "Bedford Tower, November One Bravo Foxtrot is ready for takeoff."

The radio again came to life, "November One Bravo Foxtrot, hold short of two-niner." Josh acknowledged the contact. In another minute the radio came to life again; November One Bravo Foxtrot cleared for takeoff; runway heading to four thousand."

The plane turned slowly out of the run-up area and made a ninety-degree turn onto the runway. When the plane was right on the centerline, Josh pushed the throttles forward and I could hear the two jet engines wind up behind us. Then suddenly we were hurtling down the runway and just as suddenly he rotated the plane's nose into the air and we were airborne.

Josh's hands flew around the cockpit for a few seconds and I heard a communication from the tower, "One Bravo Foxtrot, contact departure on one-two-one-point-four, good day." Josh repeated the instruction and bid Hanscom Field goodbye.

He contacted Departure and they cleared him direct to Aspen and up to seventeen thousand feet just like that. We rose rapidly and I watched the earth slip away beneath us. As we approached seventeen thousand feet (Josh showed me how to read the altimeter), Departure Control handed us off to Boston Center. Center immediately cleared us to flight level four-zero-zero. The radios then got amazingly silent as we finished our climb to altitude.

I'd been remarkably silent through the entire takeoff and climb. Now I finally told Josh, "So I am unbelievably impressed by all this. I bet you're trying to get into my pants." I grinned at him. 

He grinned back and said, "Nope. Been there; done that."

"So can we talk now?"

"Not until you open up the door to galley and get our two box lunches and a diet coke for me and whatever you want to drink." I pushed my seat back and made my way to the galley area and served the captain his lunch. The deli sandwiches were superb.

As we were near altitude Josh nodded and pointed outside my window. A couple of thousand feet below us a Continental Airlines passenger jet swept by on a path perpendicular to ours. I grinned again. This was so cool.

I said, "I asked about your philosophy on life, love and happiness, or something like that. We got sidetracked and I'd still like to hear it."

"Tall order," he said. "I have thought about it when you weren't otherwise distracting me -- which has become most of the time in a very nice way. Let me talk about it -- unless I have to talk to ATC -- and then you can ask questions."

I nodded.

Josh began, "OK, first about family. I think my family is important -- I feel close to my brother and sisters and we all talk at least once a week -- some times three or four times a week, so they must feel that way too. A lot of our talk is about the foundation but we are open about how we feel about each other and I feel we are supportive. There are no hidden feelings, although I feel guilty for hiding my social status. If I think Van, my brother, is being a dork I tell him and vice versa. That, by the way, is why they're all riding me so hard about being my age without a serious girlfriend.

The headphones squawked and a voice said, "Citation One Bravo Foxtrot, contact Cleveland Center on one-three-two-decimal-two-five, good day."

Josh's voice immediately answered, "Over to Cleveland for Bravo Foxtrot, Good day Boston." I watched Josh push a button and heard his voice again; "Cleveland, Citation One Bravo Foxtrot with you at flight level four-zero-zero." ATC responded and the radio went quiet again.

Josh picked up the thread of his comments about life; "I guess I should preface all of this by saying that I think you have to like yourself first. If you don't like who you are, fundamentally, I don't think you can have good relationships with anyone. I don't mean you have to be narcissistic, but you do have to believe that you're fundamentally OK."

He went on, "As far as relationships, I'm jaded by what I've seen around me and how I think things should work. Divorce rates and break-ups seem to be the norm, at least for a lot of people. The way we conceive of marriage or man-woman relationships just doesn't work. I think I might know why, but it'll be a reach for you I'm sure."

"Try me," I said.

"Well, we've been programmed to be monogamous -- only couples allowed. I think that's an artificial rule someone five thousand years ago thought up to control the abuse of women or to stabilize the tribe or something. The idea is outmoded today."

"Why is it outmoded?" I asked, curious about where this was going.

"Well, how many people could you love at once?" Josh asked.

"No fair," I replied, "there are different kinds of love -- parent, child, family, friend, lover, just to toss out a few."

"No, stick with 'lover' because that's where the kind of relationships we're talking about happens. The rest are nice -- even necessary, but how many people could you love?"

I thought for a minute and said, "In theory I could have several lovers at the same time. Whether I'd want to or could handle all the interactions is debatable."

Josh said, "Just assume you could. You could have a serious relationship with more than one person -- two, three, possibly four before you got stressed out. So why would you do this? What would you get from the other people that you don't get from your 'one'?"

I responded, "I'm assuming we love each other and that they'd be different people. Our interactions would be different. They'd see the world differently from each other. They'd each like different things and come at problems differently."

"So if you are going to grow, evolve and personally develop there might be some significant advantage to being in love with more than one person?"

I nodded slowly agreeing with his thesis.

"Now, I toss this in for free, do all the people that you love have to be men?"

"No, definitely not," I replied. 

"Sexual relationships?" he asked.

"In your philosophy it would be 'whatever works', right? Men or women." I said.

Josh nodded and asked, "Have you?"

I nodded. "Once, in college. It was more an experiment that any type of flaming love affair, although we both learned and grew as a result. I've heard other people call it being a LUG." Josh looked puzzled; I explained, "Lesbian until graduation," I explained. He laughed. 

"Did you date?"

"Oh I was Miss Social Butterfly in high school and college. I got more serious in graduate school. Except for one college roommate a few times, I am pure heterosexual. My dalliance with her let me postpone having a serious boy-girl relationship at the time." I paused and added, "Go back to your philosophy."

Josh thought for moment as he adjusted a few controls on the jet. He went on, "I like the idea of polyamory -- a loving group of people that have negotiated their intimate life together. Their sensitive to the currencies they 'pay' each other with. You can't be jealous; that's a learned emotion anyway. You can't 'own' another person; you deal with others in adult-adult relationships. There's no mandated exclusivity. You have to start on that premise and then you can built a relationship or family of relationships."

He went on, "Everyone is committed to everyone else's joy and growth. Every day you look out for the others and ask yourself how can I love this person today ... and this person ... and this person? You do things to keep the magic in the whole extended family. You take pleasure in watching the others you love being pleasured. And if there's conflict your first thought is how can we create a 'win' for both of us?

The radio squawked, "Citation One Bravo Foxtrot contact Chicago Center on one-three-two-decimal-five." Josh acknowledged the handoff and called into the new air traffic control center.

Josh reached across the cockpit and took my hand. He brought it to his mouth and kissed my palm and closed my fingers around it then set my hand back in my lap. I know I blushed at his tender gesture.

He said, "Let's talk about religion and spirituality, because to me they're part of my life philosophy. We touched briefly on them at dinner -- or was it coffee? Anyway, I was raised in what I call middle protestant, went to Sunday school and did the whole church school thing. In the end I tossed out most of what I learned."

"Why's that?" I asked. "What takes its place?"

"Well those lessons all taught me about a God that was 'out there' -- outside me and outside everyone. That God had a touchy personality too. He -- and I mean 'He' -- could be vengeful or He could decide whether or not to answer your prayers. Pretty arbitrary, and a touch sexist. You'd better be good or else!"

"What about Jesus and the Holy Trinity?" I asked.

"There's a growing body of evidence that Jesus as he is taught to us in our churches is the largest and most accepted fictional masterpiece of all time. There were at least sixteen other similar people or myths before him that had the same characteristics that we attribute to 'the man,' for instance, the immaculate conception and virgin birth, wise men, born in a stable, miracles and healing, crucifixion and rising from the dead. His history appears to be fabricated, most likely at the Council of Nicea in the year 325. We know the Trinity was created then as well in a purely political move by Rome to garner the support of the eastern orthodox churches. By the way, some of the other deities that came before Jesus include Odin, Osiris, Buddha, and Krishna. There's a longer list. Further, there's evidence that at the time of the biblical Jesus there were several other men named Jesus that had the same powers -- healing, ability to preach to the crowds about the true nature of man, and so on. An increasing number believe the stories of Jesus in the Bible actually refer to multiple people. So in a nutshell, I became a skeptic."

"Wow," I uttered at his revelation. 

Josh went on, "That said, some of the statements in the Bible and scrolls attributed to Jesus have been dramatically misinterpreted by most of mankind. He told us that God was infinite and dwelled within us, and that we could do anything he did and even more. The whole idea of what you reap so shall ye sow is still pretty valid too."

"Say that all a different way," I asked.

He said, "OK, try this. God is infinite -- everywhere. Ergo there is no devil or hell. God is 'in' us -- we are of God and God is of us. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. We co-create our lives with the God force that is within us. All the rest follows. When we don't listen to that voice within we create less than optimal lives for ourselves -- our own hell, if you will."

"There's more," I questioned.

"Oh yes, lots; for instance the law of attraction and some of the other universal laws. Mostly they boil down to what you give returns to you. If you give love guess what you get in return?" He turned to me.

I smiled and whispered, "Love." 

"If you keep thinking negative thoughts -- war, sickness, sin, death -- guess what you get a lot of in your life?"

"All of the above," I answered.

We were both silent for a moment. Josh then said, "See. You get the idea," Josh said. He thought for a minute and asked, "Tell me about you and exercise?"




Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 02



"That's an embarrassing question," I said. "I exercised all through college and grad school, and now I always seem to always have an excuse."

"Will you jog with me and work out?"

"I'd love to if you don't put me to shame with your superior body." I reached over and lightly squeezed his biceps with two fingers. "In case you didn't notice I need to lose twenty pounds." He ignored my comment.

"I meditate when I exercise," he said. "Somehow when I'm running I tune in to my breathing and then I feel nothing at all other than a sense of unity within and connections to everything. I meditate other times too -- irregular schedule I'm afraid. A rewarding act, I find."

"Will you teach me?" I asked.

Josh chuckled and said, "I will be delighted. The thought of meditating is perhaps a sufficient meditation; or you can just focus only on your foot steps -- don't even count."

The radio cackled again and Josh handled a frequency change. He pointed out the distant city of Chicago off to our right as we coasted by. The weather was crystal clear over Illinois.

Josh said, "One of the things we haven't really talked about is why we do the things we do, for instance, why am I running the Bannock Foundation? We talked about what I did -- the whole portfolio thing -- stocks, bonds and investments but not the other side of things -- the why?"

"So why?" I asked with a wiseass smirk.

"As my 'long time' girlfriend you have to know this; somewhere deep in me is an ever-present voice that says I have to give to others. It's not religious; it's spiritual -- perhaps it's even guilt having so much in such a needy world. It's also a family mission, to try to uplift people in unique ways around the communities we live in and around the world -- and make it stick."

"Like cure world hunger?" I asked more seriously.

"I'd love to but that's a sink hole for money. We're trying to come at issues like that but more creatively -- education programs, establishing schools, rebuilding a hospital, establishing a bank that gives micro-loans, and so forth."

"How much do you donate or fund each year?"

"The foundation is now over $250 million. With our investments we've been able to preserve the principle -- even grow it a little - and invest about eight percent of that a year - $20 million."

I sat stunned at the magnitude of the Bannock Foundation. I knew I was traveling in good company. I looked at Josh with new awe but he didn't see my look.

Our discussion wandered around the mechanics of the foundation and how various causes were identified and funded. As we talked I saw how the family came together, often on conference calls to decide on programs and funding. He mentioned that several well to do friends of his parents had donated very large sums of money to the foundation after they appreciated its goals and management.

"Josh, you are amazing. You are so unpretentious and then you come along and sweep a girl off her feet with all this." I gestured to the airplane. 

He shrugged and explained; "I spend at least a couple of days a week looking at where and how we can invest the Foundation's money to get 'bang for the buck,' as they say. Most of the flights I make with this plane are in the U.S. but we also have programs going in the Middle East, Africa, India, and the backwaters of Malaysia. Sometimes I'm gone for a couple of weeks."

"Do you travel all that way alone?" I asked.

"No, we have a couple of pilots we can call on that rotate duties on the long-haul trips. We also add wing-tip fuel tanks that bring the range on the Citation up to about five thousand nautical miles. We need those for the trips to Europe and beyond.

I was glad Josh had other help on the long trips. When I'd been overseas the jet lag alone unfocused my mind so much I couldn't imagine flying an airplane with that infirmity.

The radio came to life again and we were handed off to Minneapolis Center. I was following our route on a map that Josh had given me. It had been interesting until a layer of clouds obscured my view of the ground.

Suddenly a wave of horniness swept over me. I looked at Josh. He was all business and reviewing one of his checklists.

"Honey? Hey, do you like being called 'Honey'?" I asked.

"Yes, dear," he said with a smirk.

"Honey, are you on auto pilot?"

"Yes, dear," he said with a mocking voice.

"Can we join the Mile High Club?" I posed.

Josh's head snapped around and he looked at me with his mouth hanging open. "I've never ... I don't think ... well ..."

I said, "In other words, it's not out of the realm of possibility?"

He nodded dumbly and a lecherous look came over his face.

"Push your seat back," I commanded.

Josh slid the pilot's seat back about eighteen inches. He could still reach the controls but the space opened up a nice area where I could work some magic.

"Be right back," I said. I set my seat back and went to small washroom and retrieved a couple of towels and got a large soft cushion I'd seen tossed on the sofa in the back of the plane. I also removed my underwear.

I went back in the cockpit and got back in my seat but sideways so I could lean across the console. I reached over and unzipped Josh's slacks. I was overly inefficient about finding and removing his inflating penis through his pants. Josh unbuckled his belt and shifted the pants down his body to help my apparent bumbling. The bumbling had really been on purpose. I bet he really liked having me feel him in all those different ways and positions. 

At one point I sat upright and pulled the blouse from my body. The bra went next. I looked out the windows and asked rhetorically, "Do you suppose the neighbors can see?" Josh appreciated my humor. One of his hands came and fondled the nearest breast. 

I reached back and slowly masturbated Josh. As I did he reached across with both hands and started to massage and tweak my breasts and nipples. Soon we both had each other panting for more significant sexual contact. Josh's rod pointed towards the sun. 

"Can I mount you?" I asked looking at all the controls.

"Yea, I think with the seat back this far. Just don't bump the control wheel. Come around the console."

I pulled my skirt down my legs and revealed to Josh that I was now totally nude in the co-pilot's seat. I struck a sexy and very revealing pose. "This is so whenever you fly this plane again, you'll always remember your favorite co-pilot."

I moved out from the seat and wiggled by the console and onto Josh's lap, facing him. He immediately sucked my right breast into his mouth. I moaned.

I masturbated Josh again, rubbing his swelling cock against my slit. 

After only a few seconds of that kind of foreplay I judged him ready for penetration and I rose and directed him into my pussy. I pushed down slowly so we could both enjoy every fraction of an inch of his cock sliding into my body. 

Josh uttered, "Oh shit, this is nice." I moaned even louder as his cock bottomed out against my cervix.

I moved above his body since he was severely motion restricted. He massaged my breasts with his hands and guided my hips up and down on his rod.

I pulled away and looked him in the eye. He looked back and we kissed passionately.

"Welcome to the Club," I said. We both grinned at each other.

"I'm not going to last too long," he warned.

"Neither am I. Just cum in me. I want your juice."

Josh's hands made my up and down frequency on his cock increase along with the stroke length. We were both getting near.

Then we were there. Josh yanked my body down on his with four powerful down strokes and then froze. I felt his cum shoot into me and I came with just that single sensation. I arched back, careful not to disturb the flight controls.

We kissed each other passionately all around face, neck, ears, lobes, breasts, and shoulders, anything we could reach. Our tongues probed deep into each other's mouths, tasting and sharing. The whole time we were groaning and moaning.

Suddenly Josh sat upright. "Wait," he said to me. He pulled the headset microphone back down in front of his mouth and said, "Roger, Minneapolis. Could you repeat that frequency?" After a second he repeated, "OK, over to Denver Center on one-three-three-point-seven-five. Thanks and good day."

We both broke up laughing. Josh reached forward again to the microphone button and checked in with Denver Center. I noticed his voice had an unusual edge to it as well as a little pant.

I reached across to my seat and retrieved the hand towels I brought. I gave one to Josh to catch his soggy penis as I pulled off of him. I clutched the other towelette to my full pussy as I rose.

In what was far from a graceful maneuver I somehow twisted and turned around Josh and dismounted without touching any of the plane's equipment. I shuffled off towards the rear of the plane to clean up. I told Josh, don't go anywhere; I'll bring you a wet washcloth to help you clean up.

Five minutes later I returned to the cockpit only wearing my bikini underwear that I had packed with two sanitary mini-pads I'd found in the jet's small bathroom. I leaned in and kissed Josh very tenderly, rubbed my breasts all around his right ear, and then passed him a makeshift washcloth and watched as he wiped himself clean of our juices. 

"I could help," I offered, purposely running my tongue over my lips in a very suggestive manner.

"Later," he smiled at me. He hitched his pants up and re-dressed himself, awkward in a seated position. When he was through he hitched his seat back into its regular position. 

I shook my breasts at Josh one more time in a blatantly exhibitionist move; turned and retrieved my bra, blouse and skirt; and went into the back of the plane again to redress from our love making. I also took the opportunity to touch up my makeup and hair that had become mussed in all the excitement.

A few minutes later I went back to the cockpit. I kissed Josh and said, "Thank you. That was very special in many ways."

"You just wanted to be a bona fide member of the Mile High Club," he said in a matter of fact voice.

"Were you already a member?" I asked, interested in his response.

"No, but I sure am now," he grinned.

"Thank you lover." I stroked his cheek.

I put the headset on just in time to hear Denver Center come on line: "Citation One Bravo Foxtrot descend and maintain flight level two-four-zero." Josh replied and made one small adjustment to a dial on the panel; instantly I could feel the plane smoothly nose over and start to descend.

The cloud deck disappeared about ten minutes later and I could look ahead and see the Rocky Mountains. They were spectacular, with many of the higher peaks still carrying some snow. Josh pointed out Denver ahead of us. Gradually we came to the foothills and then were deep over the Rockies.

ATC also had us descend further, gave us some vectors, got us to the approach course for Aspen's runway 33, and soon I watched as Josh executed a flawless landing as Aspen. I noticed we used most of the runway to land and stop. We taxied back towards one of the hangers.

A lineman directed us to parking slot and almost immediately another lineman drove a rental car right next to the Citation jet. Josh went through the shutdown checklist as a lineman and I put our things in the car.

When he was through with the plane Josh went into the Atlantic Aviation office and checked in for the car and made arrangements to refuel the jet and stay for our overnights. He also arranged catering for the flight back to Boston.

As I looked around at the surrounding mountains I couldn't help but notice the absence of snow. When Josh came out of the office I pointed and asked, "Are you sure we're going to ski on Monday?"

He frowned and said, "Perhaps we'll have to come up with some other kind of aerobic activity. You're right, I think the ski season is over." His mood then brightened and he held the car door for me; did he ever have a bad day?

Josh drove out of the airport and got on the main highway for a short distance before turning off and snaking his way up a winding mountain road. I was captivated by the dramatic homes, and then saw one that took my breath away near the top of a ridge. I pointed it out to Josh.

He smiled and said, "That's where we're going. I jointly own it with my brother and sisters. It's called Chateau Eagle Pines."

I think my mouth was hanging open again. It seemed to do that a lot with Josh.

As we turned into the mountain estate I couldn't help but notice how the house was landscaped into the mountain to make it less obtrusive. Also, natural woods and stone had been used. That said, the house was palatial and extended equally on either side of a majestic circular driveway and entryway.

Josh led me into the home. Inside the home was just as impressive -- an impressive mix of wood, stone, Navajo art and contemporary furniture all with muted tones to not overshadow the elegance of the house. 

Josh yelled, "Hellooooooo! Anyone home?"

The high vaulted ceilings had attracted my attention when a woman's voice shouted with glee. "JOSH!" There was a clatter of running and a pretty light brunette hurled herself into Josh's arms, locking both arms and legs around his body in a near smothering hug as he swung her around. Josh looked most pleased with his welcome.

The pair kissed and hugged again and he set her down and turned her towards me.

"Fiona, this is my girlfriend Megan. Megan this is my sister Fiona and the cause of this wonderful celebration this weekend."

I put my handout to shake her hand, but Fiona would have none of that. She came to me and said, "We are a hugging family. Body contact is important." With that, the two of us hugged. It wasn't a girlie hug either; we made full body contact and then she kissed me.

"Welcome to Eagle Pines," Fiona said. "Come and let me get to know you better. You are soooo pretty. Josh barely told us anything about you at Christmas so this is such a treat that you could come to the wedding." She cast a smiling frown at her brother and added, "And he's not the most communicative person either -- unless it involves the Foundation."

We followed Fiona, who I rapidly learned was often just called 'Fi', into a huge kitchen with a sit down counter. Fi gestured and we each took a seat. Fi went to get us something to drink but before anything else could happen another brunette blur ran into the kitchen and threw herself into Josh's arms with another flurry of more kisses and hugs.

Josh extricated himself from the clingy female and said, "Megan, this fur ball of activity is my other sister Katelyn and like Fiona she thinks I walk on water and talk to God. Now that they are meeting you they will surely think the same of you and I shall be forever demoted to more mundane human status as you are elevated to the status of Goddess."

Katelyn came to me, "Megan, I am so glad to meet you. I wish I could say I knew a lot about you but Josh has been keeping you a secret from us all. We weren't really sure you even existed until today."

I made a note to myself to try not to spill the beans about my sudden relationship with Josh.

I hugged Katelyn as I met her halfway in her welcome. I also got a kiss from her too and big welcome into the family. I liked this family; they were all touchy-feely.

I said in a conspiratorial tone, "Sometimes Josh even keeps it a secret from me that I'm his girlfriend. You must tell me all his deep and darkest secrets this weekend." I gave him a suspicious glance and we all laughed.

I learned the two sisters had been up at the house from their homes in Denver since the start of the week consulting with various local places about the wedding. Van - Josh's brother, his wife, and Katelyn's husband were due in on a commercial flight from Denver just in time for dinner. Other members of the bridal party including the groom to be and his parents were staying down in the romantic little town at one of the resorts.

Both Fiona and Katelyn were short but thin brunettes. There was no doubt they shared the same parents and inherited the good looks from each side, however, I think they'd both had breast enhancements since they seemed a little rounder and more erect that one might expect. Both were happy and secure in whom they were and both adored Josh -- their 'big' brother. Josh was a year older than Katelyn and three years older than Fiona. Van was the youngest by another year.

I learned the wedding was to be at three o'clock on Saturday afternoon at the Elkhorn Lodge in Aspen followed by a reception at the exclusive resort. Apparently over three hundred guests were coming for the event. That evening, Fiona informed us, we were part of a rehearsal and then a large family dinner at the Century Room in the Hotel Jerome.

Suddenly Josh's sisters swept me up and spirited me away to one of the upstairs bedrooms to help dress for dinner and have 'girl talk'. Josh followed closely behind with my suitcase and clothes bag. He showed me the room that we'd claim for our visit and then he disappeared. Our room held a king-size bed as well as an assortment of new, woodsy furniture that fit the décor of the house. The view out the window was spectacular. I loved the Rocky Mountains.

I got my little black dress and makeup kit and joined Josh's sisters a couple of doors down the hallway in Fiona's bedroom. We all stripped down to our underwear and started to dress more upscale for the dinner and rehearsal. At the same time we continued some girl chatter they'd already started before our arrival about the wedding, honeymoon and -- much to my surprise -- their sex lives. The sisters were VERY open with each other and I learned a lot from their conversation. Turned out they were learning things about each other for the first time too.

The discussion turned to some of the more interesting places they'd had sex in their lives. Katelyn talked about doing 'it' under a stadium blencher during a football game, the backseat of car, a rocky tor along a frequented hiking trail, and in the ladies room of a popular Denver pick-up bar called Blue 67. I got wet listening to her abbreviated descriptions of how she and her dates, and later Carl, now her husband, had almost gotten caught over and over again.

As Fiona tried on various cocktail dresses from her closet she talked about how she had recently given Ray, her fiancé, a blowjob under the table at an upscale jazz joint called '1515'. Apparently several others at the table knew of her efforts and applauded as she finished and arose from her under-the-table efforts with a small telltale sign on her cheek. She laughed uproariously as she remembered the event.

As she and Katelyn swapped clothes and went from near nude to clothed and back to their nearly nude state, I actually felt my temperature rise. They were making me horny.

Suddenly they both turned to me and I realized I had to 'stand and deliver' as the saying goes. I figured I'd surprise them a little. 

I said, "Well up until today I was not a member of the Mile High Club, but somewhere over Western Illinois as we flew here I stripped down to my necklace and over Iowa I mounted Josh and sorted out that missing piece of my life with your brother. He told me it was his first time in the Club too. My God can he fuck! I think we lasted all the way across the state and into Nebraska. Good thing the jet has an autopilot. I can't wait for our return trip, maybe we'll try to last for four or five states instead of one and a half."

I turned to both girls with an innocent look on my face to see their mouths agape at my candid portrayal of our trip earlier in the day not to mention their seeing a dimension of their brother that they hadn't thought about.

"That is so hot," Fiona said. "I didn't think Josh had it in him."




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Katelyn added, "I know he's well endowed. I saw him naked once a few years ago when he visited us in Denver. I 'accidentally' walked in on him when he was about to shower. Megan, you are so lucky ... plus that all sounded like fun too."

I said, "Well your stories inspire me, although I'm not sure I have as many risk genes that you guys apparently do. I would be mortified if I got caught, for instance, in a restaurant or at a football game." I thought for a moment, "But you guys could do it in the airplane sometime couldn't you?"

"Yeah," Katelyn said thoughtfully, "but it'd be no fun doing it with your husband. Maybe we should do it with Josh?" 

To be continued. 



Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 03



Your enjoyment of this story will be enhanced by reading the story from the beginning. The sex gets better and more varied as the story unfolds. This story spans many of the Literotica categories as it unfolds -- Erotic Coupling, Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, and of course Romance to name a few. Unlike some of the stories here, this one has a plot and perhaps a few twists and turns here and there for our characters. Your votes and comments are encouraged. 

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Katelyn had baited me with the comment about having sex with her brother to see how I'd respond so I figured I'd return the favor. I refused to rise to the bait and actually got 'hot' thinking about she and Fiona fucking their brother.

I told them, "Oh, that would be so nice. You guys love each other and already touch and kiss more than in many families. Just extend what you're doing a little and bingo. Josh is so thoughtful about making sure you cum. Have you guys ever done Josh, perhaps in a threesome or more some?"

Jaws dropped again, both at my casual attitude about their potential incest as well as at my suggestion of a family love in. I actually thought I wouldn't mind a lesbian-like encounter with either sister -- or both of them.

There was a long silence and then I could hold in my laughter no longer. I burst out laughing.

"It's OK guys. You're brother's a hunk. Even though you're related you can still lust after him. I bet half the women in Boston do and the other half haven't met him yet. And, you don't have to answer my last question."

Both girls relaxed a little and grinned.

Fiona finally said, "You knew we were playing with you?"

"Of course," I said. "But I still bet you think bedding your brother would be nice."

Both of them nodded.

"Just put that on your to-do list. I won't stand in your way." 

I still thought the whole discussion worth a laugh. They acted shocked again.

After a long silence Katelyn volunteered in a voice just above a whisper, "I've had a threesome -- actually a foursome -- me, Carl and another couple we really like; we started a couple of months ago. We get together a couple of times a week actually."

I looked at her with interest. I'd just learned a lot about Josh's sister and more than he knew I was sure.

Fiona's jaw was hanging open at her sister's admission. Then a grin started to spread from ear to ear.

Fiona said, "Why Kate, you never shared that and I have about a thousand questions."

Fiona paused and alternately looked at the two of us as she tested our receptiveness to her next announcement; "Well, let me tell you that Ray and I have a lover too. She actually lives with us and is one of my bridesmaids -- Stacy." She checked her watch and added, "Unless I'm wrong, I bet that Ray has his cock buried in her nice pussy even as we sit here. I hope they're both enjoying their time together." She grinned.

Now Katelyn's mouth was hanging open and I think mine was too. Damn!

Fiona went on, "I'll tell you another secret. Stacy is going on the honeymoon with us. No one else knows so don't either of you dare tell anyone. We're all flying down to Puerto Vallarta on Sunday morning and intend to fuck each other's brains out all week."

Katelyn asked, "How long?"

Fiona answered as she reached forward and took her sister's hand then reached and took my hand as well; "We fell in love almost two years ago. Actually Ray and I were dating then and one night Stacy needed a place to crash rather than drive home. We both knew her well and so having her stay over at our place was no big deal. One thing led to another and ... well, we all fell in love with each other. Ray will be my husband and Stacy my wife. Someday I hope we can make our triad legal; in the meantime we'll just do what we do."

I squeezed Fiona's hand as a gesture of support and appreciation for her revelations. 

"What about Josh? Don't you want to share your story with him?" I asked quietly. "And Van?"

Fiona said, "You find a way to tell Josh. You're his girlfriend and understand him better than we do today. I'll have to see about telling Van; he's pretty wrapped up in his own life right now and wouldn't appreciate what our relationship means -- really means to each of us. I think he's pretty conservative too."

I nodded and wondered how and when I'd tell Josh.

Fiona turned to he sister and asked with a lecherous tone to her voice, "Now, Kate, tell me about your group experience."

Katelyn actually blushed a little and gave me a shy grin. I nodded to let her know I had great empathy with her situation and feelings. She started, "Carl and I have been friends with Beth and Doug for over a year. They live next door and had become our alter egos. Increasingly we kept finding we could share everything with them."

She looked at us wondering if she should go on. Fiona and I nodded encouragingly to her.

"Anyway, one night they were over and we were going to watch a movie we'd rented. For some reason I felt mischievous so I went and sat with Doug. Beth held her arms up and Carl fell into them. The lights were low and soon we were hugging and kissing with our new partners as the movie played. The hugging and kissing became feeling and smoothing, and then our hands were under each other's clothing, and then clothing started to come off, and then we made love to each other's mate -- right in the same room."

"Was it nice," Fiona asked her sister.

"Oh, it was beautiful. We were all together and naked, enjoying the sight and feel of each other's bodies. I never wanted the feeling to stop but I also wanted Carl to be happy and I wanted to love him too. We all talked about what we were feeling and how we felt about each other. We talked until two in the morning and then made love with our new partners again, then we all slept in our big bed."

"Did things look different in the morning?" I asked.

"I woke up in the morning being held and cuddled by Carl. He whispered in my ear that he loved me and it was one of those times when you know that love can move mountains. We hugged and kissed and then started to make love again, right next to Beth and Doug. They woke up and watched us then they made love as we watched."

Katelyn continued, "After we cleaned up a bit, we all went down and made breakfast. I can still remember than none of us got dressed; we were all naked. It had been a short night. We all continued talking about what we'd done and how we felt about each other. We realized we liked each other -- a lot -- and that the sex was really a confirmation of how we felt about each other. It wasn't just lust, there was a lot of love there too. We made love again after breakfast too, and we've been an event ever since and that was over a year ago."

Another long silence ensured then the sisters turned to me and Fiona said, "You haven't told us about your threesome."

I laughed at how off guard I'd been for her question, visualizing the scene of the foursome as she'd described the details. The sisters looked puzzled but I felt I should share this part of myself with them.

I started, "My story happened two boyfriends ago. My last boyfriend -- before Josh -- had an ego the size of a battleship and couldn't have handled anything like this. Anyway, Wade, that was his name, and I were in our early twenties and as horny as rabbits all the time. I gather you guys have been through that stage too -- or maybe you're still in it?"

Both heads nodded enthusiastically.

"So one night, one of Wade's friends was over at our apartment watching a baseball game on TV -- a guy named Andy. It's hot, we don't have air conditioning, and I'm running around our apartment in just a tank top and panties. Wade gets horny watching me and gets up and puts the make on me, running his hands up under my top and fingering my slit. I look and Andy is watching us and rubbing his shorts right where his cock is -- and the bulge is evident. We're turning him on."

I paused and both sisters leaned in. Katelyn said in an urgent voice, "Go on!"

"I felt like being an exhibitionist suddenly so I pulled my top off completely. As you can see there's more than a handful so I had plenty to put on display. Wade takes it in stride and starts to suck on my breast as I'm trying to yank his shorts down. I get Wade's penis out so I can work it and then see that Andy is masturbating as he watches us. Next I knew Wade had two fingers buried in me and I am leaking like a faucet."

"Without even asking Wade, I just gestured Andy over. A split second later I had another naked guy sucking my breasts and I was in heaven. As they sucked on me, I ended up holding two stiff cocks in my hand too -- very erotic to do that."

"Someone pulled off my undies and then I had lots of fingers in my cunt and I got felt and licked all over. I must have cum a dozen times before the three of us ended on our bed. I can still remember I fucked Wade then Andy then Wade then Andy. We went on for a long time -- like two days taking short breaks for food and a little sleep."

"A one time thing?" Fiona asked.

"I thought so that night but we got together about ten times overall. Andy was OK and I didn't mind fucking him; he had size working to his advantage too. At the time I really liked Wade, so long as he was OK with what was going on, I was too. Wade and I then started to have relationship problems and ultimately broke up. We had sex after we broke up and stopped living together; we just knew there was no relationship there. Andy joined us several times after we broke up. It was all lust by then, just the three of us satisfying our carnal urges and we had a lot of them stored up. Every time we got together we fucked all weekend, just like our first time together."

I paused and looked at Fiona and Katelyn. They were both on the verge of drooling at my recounting. I added, "So that's my story and I'm stickin' to it."

"Hot!" said Fiona.

Katelyn asked, "Does Josh know?"

"Not yet," I told her. "How would you go about telling someone something like that -- I mean to your relatively new boyfriend? 'Oh by the way Josh, did I ever tell you about all the times I fucked two guys until they ran out of cum?' There just never seems to be a good time." I grinned at the sisters. As Josh's 'temporary girlfriend' I had to remember to be vague about how long we'd known each other.

Fiona offered, "Well, you could get him involved in a threesome and then it just wouldn't be anything worth mentioning."

I said, "So one of you - or better yet both of you - come in tonight and we'll turn him every which way but loose -- and then I'll tell him."

Fiona and Katelyn looked at each other; I could tell they were thinking about whether to accept my dare or not.

About that time we heard a car in the driveway honking its horn.

"Van and everyone," Fiona screamed and hopped off the bed..

She and Katelyn ran out of the bedroom barefoot but wearing their final choices for cocktail dresses. They raced down the stairs to greet the newcomers. I followed at a more sedate pace to allow them time to greet their family members.

The foyer of the large home was a beehive of activity as people carried in luggage and the greeting process took place. I met Van, the fourth member of Josh's family, his wife Ellie, and Katelyn's husband Carl. 

I couldn't help but visualize Carl fucking some other female as Katelyn watched. I do have sex on my mind a lot -- and I love every second of it. 

Josh whispered to me that he really liked my LDB and I told him I still needed to do makeup and other feminine things to get ready.

Fiona announced that we'd all be leaving for the dinner in thirty minutes and there was a mad dash to change from work or travel clothes to our evening dress, and for those of us that had already started dressing a rush to finish with makeup and such.

The Hotel Jerome hosted the rehearsal and dinner. I met about fifty other family members and their spouses including Ray, Fiona's fiancé, and Stacy the other member of their threesome.

I tried to figure out if Ray and Stacy had that 'just fucked' look and finally decided they did. I whispered to Josh that I thought they both had that look and that I wanted to look that way too and he told me to keep quiet. I even suggested we could go use a stall in the ladies room or the coatroom. He was tempted but didn't succumb.

The other fifty people I met put my ability to remember names to a test. I thought I'd done pretty well when I could go around the large table and knew everyone's first name at least as well as their relation to the two families in the wedding.

I got to sit next to Stacy at dinner and the two of us bonded very quickly. A pretty dishwater blond with a bubbly personality, Stacy's intelligence came through as she talked authoritatively about a wide range of subjects. Stacy turned out to be a lawyer for one of the top firms in Denver. As we got to know each other I could feel our chemistry grow; we both promised we'd Skype or e-mail each other on one subject or another.

Josh sat next to me and we also chatted. I got him involved in some of the conversation with Stacy. While they knew of each other neither had met until that night.

Beyond Josh sat Fiona and then Ray, her betrothed. In a little conversation behind Josh's back I urged Fiona to come on to her brother a little. She understood my hint and then I sat back to watch.

Fiona became overly physical as she and Josh caught up on activities. I watched her run her hand up his arm then drape a hand around his shoulders as the two of us talked or as she shared an idea with Stacy. 

A few minutes later I watched her lean in front of Josh, one hand firmly on his thigh very close to 'ground zero.' Josh's eyes got very large and there was no doubt of his hyper-awareness of his sister's hand. Fiona turned back to Ray and the advance paused for a few moments. 

Josh looked at me, apparently for guidance. I acknowledged his look at me and then at Fiona's hand in his lap. My reaction was to laugh. I leaned into Josh and said, "Enjoy life as it comes." I chuckled to myself over the double entendre.

I planted my hand on Josh's other thigh and rubbed right up to 'ground zero.' Now Josh's eyes got really big.

I asked, "Are you sure you wouldn't like to go into the coatroom? We could invite Fiona too."

He looked at me and pondered the idea again. He leaned to me and we kissed rather tenderly.

Josh said, "You know this boyfriend-girlfriend thing is much, much better than I thought it would be. When I suggested that you be my 'temporary girlfriend' I had no idea we'd be where we are now -- that I'd be where I am now." He kissed me again.

I smiled and decided I'd be a little coy. His remark was vague, perhaps on purpose and I knew that later I'd want some further clarification.

After the main course at dinner, Fiona and Ray stood and thanked everyone for coming and playing a role in their wedding, in helping them become the people they were, and in helping them meet and promoting their relationship. Everyone applauded.

Fiona finished her speech and then asked that for our special dessert and coffee every other person at the table move two slots to their left so that they could meet and talk with new people. Half the table arose and started to mill around, mostly to their left. 

I could see that Katelyn was slated to sit next to Josh as the long table rearranged itself. I quickly whispered to her, "Come on to Josh -- in line with what we were talking about back at the house. Fiona's already softened the landscape, or should I say hardened up the landscape. I'll put in a plug for you later."

I grinned at her as she digested my comment. Then I got a wide smile from her as she sat down in the seat that had been mine.

I moved two slots to my left and sat with Ray on my right and Van, Josh's brother, on my left. We broke into animated conversation and I got to know the two of them well over the intermission between dinner and dessert and then over a superb serving of Banana's Foster. I knew I'd have to start working out after this weekend.

It might have been the flow of wine or the liqueur in the dessert that provoked my devilish nature. As Van got into a discussion away from me, I decided I'd flirt with Ray. Thus, I started to duplicate the moves I'd seen Fiona apply to Josh only a few minutes earlier. 

The results started to materialize immediately. Ray started to look deep into my eyes to try to see if he understood why I touched his neck, ran my hand up his thigh as I leaned across to say something to Josh, or placed my body so that his arm had to brush across my breasts -- an act I obviously appreciated but pretended to ignore.

I could tell my advances on Ray were modestly successful when Ray's hands started to wander around my body too, nothing too out of place -- just a touch or smooth, supposedly to get my attention. Soon he duplicated many of my moves prompting me to raise the ante even further.

As the dinner started to break up Ray said to me, "I am so glad that you came to our wedding. You are fun and sexy and a delight to have here. Josh is a lucky man."

I leaned in and pecked a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you." I lowered my voice to a whisper, "You are a lucky man -- Fiona and Stacy are both sweethearts. I hope all our paths cross again and frequently after this weekend."

Ray looked surprised that I knew their secret. He just nodded to me as Josh came to my side. We chatted about the schedule for the wedding day and then were off.

Josh drove me, Fiona, Katelyn, Carl, Van and Ellie (Van's wife) back to Eagle Pines in a large car that the family left at the house. We were a merry group in the car yet at the house everyone said 'good night' and headed off to their own rooms.

Josh pulled me into the living room where the remains of the pre-dinner fire still warmed the hearth. He put another couple of logs from the big log crib on the embers and in a couple of moments they burst into flame. He finally stood and turned to me.

I held my arms open to him. Josh closed the short space between us and we hugged and kissed with a serious sexual intent for the first time since our passionate fuck at 40,000-feet in Josh's corporate jet.

I felt Josh's strong hands find the zipper to my dress and shivered slightly as he toyed with the little pull and then slowly pulled the little tab all the way down to my rear. I reached up and started to un-do the buttons on his shirt. My shawl and his sport coat disappeared then seconds later he helped me step out of my dress.

I pulled Josh's shirt off of him revealing his muscular chest. As we kissed again, his tongue pushing into my willing mouth, he used one hand to un-snap the clasp on my black lace brassiere. I shrugged the frilly bra down my arms and tossed in the pile with our clothes.

I asked, "I assume it's OK if we get caught making love here?" I gestured to the sofa with a silly grin.

Josh smiled, "Of course. It'll remove all doubt that I really have a girlfriend."

"A temporary girlfriend," I said with a hint of sarcasm. He didn't reply; his thoughts had moved on elsewhere.

I undid his belt and unzipped his slacks. He kicked off his loafers and stepped out of his pants. I pulled his briefs down to reveal his rising manhood. Josh looked down at me clearly wondering what I was going to do.

I looked up into his eyes as I took his penis in both of my hands and slowly moved my hands alternately down his cock, pulling so he lengthened as he engorged his rod. Josh ran his fingers through my hair.

I pulled his cock into my mouth, initially licking around the mushroomed head and then capturing just the helmet of his rod in my mouth. I rapidly turned my head back and forth over the shaft holding just that top in my mouth and sucking. I head a loud moan from my man.




Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 03



I liked the heft of Josh's rod. It felt so natural to pull the entire shaft into my mouth and start bobbing up and down on the hard shaft. I remembered some earlier lessons from years prior and within a couple of tries took all of the swelling cock down my throat. I paused and rotated my head to and fro around his cock when the shaft was all the way into me. Josh moaned almost continuously and reminded me how wonderful I am.

He said in a gasp, "You've got to stop -- stop now. I want to cum inside you -- making love to you."

I slowly extracted Josh from my mouth, a long tendril of pre-cum and saliva arching between us as we separated. I captured it with the fingers of my right hand and licked it back into my mouth.

"Yummmm," I hummed as I looked up at him. "You taste so good but I bet all your temporary girlfriends tell you that."

"No one's ever done what you just did to me ... or told me that." He studied me a moment and tossed in, "There are no other temporary girlfriends -- never have been."

He pulled me up and we kissed again. Much to my surprise he seemed more than comfortable French kissing me even after my sloppy oral love making to him.

Then Josh knelt before me and pulled my black bikinis off of me. I stepped out of them as he ran his hands up and down my legs.

"Come over to the sofa, Megan."

I moved with him to the long couch now bathed in the flickering light of the fire. He hugged me again then lowered me to the sofa and then knelt in front of me, spreading my knees and pulling me forward to the edge of the cushions. 

Josh blew on my pussy. Somehow he knew my temperature in that region was spiking. I groaned at his forced draft. 

"You're pussy is beautiful. I love this," he said.

His tongue then licked from one end of my slit to the other. Now I really groaned then checked my volume lest I arouse one of the other members of the household.

"Oh, Josh."

Josh started to fuck me with his tongue -- and what a talented tongue it was. Just like a small cock, he thrust his curled tongue in and out of my pussy capturing and licking my increased fluids as he did.

"You taste so good."

Fingers were added and now I really swept into orbit. His instincts were superb and in no time at all I was writhing all over the sofa trying to increase contact with his hand and mouth, particularly on my clit and G-spot. 

"Oh shit. Oh, Josh. Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me cum. Oh, I'm just a couple of seconds away. Oh don't you dare stop. Oh, what you're doing to me feels so good. Don't ever stop. Oooooooooooh!"

I came. 

I know I shut my eyes but I saw stars and fireworks as my climax swept over me. When I opened my eyes Josh had moved so he could hold me and kiss me. I liked this boyfriend thing.

"Josh, make love to me. Fuck me. Now. Here."

He didn't need a second invitation. He rose in front of me and pulled me to the edge of the sofa again, this time carefully aiming his erect rod into my pussy.

I had emitted so much lubricant and Josh's saliva had added to the fluids that he sunk in without either of us using our hands for guidance. He sunk deep in on his first stroke and I know I moaned loudly again.

"I've wanted to do this all night with you," he told me.

I couldn't resist my next comment; "Are you sure you wouldn't have wanted to do something with your sisters? They seemed to like physical contact with you tonight. I saw Stacy eyeing you too."

Josh looked at me surprised. "I thought I was the only one that noticed that," he said.

"They're all hot for you Josh -- just the way I am. If you shut your eyes you can fuck all four of us at the same time. Megan's here and you're deep in her pussy but just use your imagination a little and suddenly your cock is moving in and out of Katelyn's lovely cunt. She likes the feel of your cock as you pump into her.

I looked and indeed Josh had closed his eyes. I felt a little extra jab as he thrust into me.

I went on, "Katelyn loves the feel of your cock; you're hitting all her sensuous spots." I paused then shifted, "Or perhaps you'd favor Fiona, particularly on her last night as a single woman. She could be stretched out on the sofa like this as you pound into her pussy, showing her the passion and love you feel for her too."

Josh moaned barely under his breath and his thrusting pace changed again.

As I elevated my cunt to meet his thrusts, I added, "Can you feel Fiona lift her pussy for you just so you can get nice and deep in her cunt?" I paused again then shifted characters, "Then there's Stacy. I know she wanted to run her hand up your thigh tonight -- right up to your large, hard cock. Maybe she'd have gotten under the table and taken your cock out of your pants and sucked on you. You could have cum in her mouth right there at the dinner table."

"Or maybe Stacy and Fiona would have pulled you into the coatroom and you could have fucked the two of them. They're both 'hot' babes and they would have loved having your cock pound into them. Can you imagine that?"

As Josh pumped into me I glanced up at the balcony surrounding the living room. Fiona and Katelyn both were there in the shadows, naked in the dim dancing light from the fire. Katelyn stood slightly behind Fiona with her fingers deep in her sister's cunt as she made Sapphic love to her. I wondered the whereabouts of Carl, Katelyn's husband. Then I caught a glimmer of fluids surrounding Katelyn's pussy and guessed she'd been the lucky recipient of attention only moments earlier -- could it have come from both Carl and Fiona in the same lovemaking session?

In that instant I also thought about inviting them down to join us but I wasn't sure how receptive Josh would be to an actual act of incest. Fantasy might be acceptable, but his reality might rule out ever playing with his sisters. Thus, instead I revisited the little scenarios I had been painting for him, adding detail.

I whispered loudly enough for the two on the balcony to hear, "Imagine you've got your cock buried in Fiona. You'd like that wouldn't you? You've wanted to make love to her for years haven't you?"

Josh nodded but kept his eyes closed as he thrust into me.

"What would you tell her?"

He spoke aloud and I knew she could hear him; "I'd tell her how much I love her and how much I've wanted to touch her body ever since we were teenagers. I've always loved her."

"What about Katelyn?"

"The same. I love her and have wanted to make love to her as long as I can remember."

"What would you do if she was here right now?"

"I'd pound into her like this," Josh said as he pulled almost all the way out of me and then thrust back into me in a long, powerful stroke. I moaned.

"And like this," he went on and repeated the process of stroking into my body.

I looked and could see Fiona with her head back, her hands locked on the railing as Katelyn thrust her whole hand into her sister's shaved pussy. Fluids were visibly running down Fiona's leg.

"Come back to me Josh. Come back to Megan. Make love to me. I'm about to cum. Cum in me. Cum in me -- in Fiona -- in Katelyn -- in Stacy. Cum in all of us at once."

With that I locked my legs behind Josh and pulled him into me, urging him at a rapid pace, encouraging his deep drives. Our eyes locked on one another's and he pounded into me.

Then suddenly we both crested. 

I shrieked, "Oh fuck, you've made me cum again." I squeaked.

Josh moaned a long groan of love and contentment.

The balcony was silent but I could see Fiona writhe as her orgasm swept over her. Katelyn moved to hold her sister, licking her fingers from her sister's juices.

Josh nuzzled into me and said, "Megan, you are so special. You're unbelievable." We kissed.

When I looked again the sisters had disappeared from their viewpoint.

Josh said, "You are something. I couldn't imagine a more seductive person in my life than you just were. Where did you learn to do that -- to say things like that? I don't know that I've ever been so hot, so hard, so horny, or so loving -- and all at once."

I smiled and rubbed my breasts against his chest in an intimate manner. 

"You bring out the best in me," I said. "Besides I've been thinking about little else but sex for the past twenty-four hours, even when I talked to your sisters this afternoon." I paused and added, "Especially when I talked to your sisters this afternoon."

"Why do you say that?" Josh asked as he leaned in and kissed my eyelids and cheeks.

"We got to telling stories about ourselves this afternoon -- sex stories. There's one in particular you should know about right now. Fiona asked that I tell you, but you can't tell anyone -- including Van - because only a few people know."

Josh looked at me in anticipation of hearing a sexy story. I could even feel his penis twitch in my vagina and took that sign as an expression of interest.

"You know that Fiona and Ray live together and have for a couple of years?" I asked.

"Sure," Josh said, "that's not been a secret."

"Well, Stacy also lives with them; they're really a threesome not just a couple."

Josh twitched again inside me. He said, "Wow! Now that's news. Full participation all around?"

"Oh yes," I said. "So much so that Fiona made sure Stacy and Ray had connecting rooms at the Lodge so the two of them could be together while she's there. Remember I figured out they'd made love just before the dinner -- well it was with each other! Fiona is bisexual -- at least as far as Stacy and her sister go."

"Her sister?" Josh asked surprised. "You mean she and Katelyn? Are you sure? That's a huge surprise."

"If you'd turned around and looked up into the balcony five minutes ago while we were fucking you would have seen the two of them making love as they watched us. They looked very comfortable together."

"What about Carl?" Josh asked.

"He's a participant too, I think. Katelyn was fisting Fiona as they watched us, but she'd been fucked recently. I could see fluids all around her pussy and I'm guessing it was from Fiona and Carl."

Josh rolled to the sofa beside me. His cock was still somewhat rigid in spite of our lovemaking only moments before.

"One more thing," I said as I leaned in and kissed him, "Katelyn and Carl have a relationship with another couple they live near. They share and get together for intimate games and to extend their relationship a couple of times a week. Based on the way they're talking and what I figured out tonight, I bet that circle will widen to include Fiona, Ray and Stacy -- all seven of them."

"You know that makes me harden just to think of all the possibilities," Josh said.

"You don't mind girl-girl things?" I asked.

"I guess I don't," he said. "Right at this second they're almost the hottest thing I can imagine next to making love with you again."

I shifted off the sofa and bent down next to Josh's waist. Just before I inhaled his cock again I said, "Then let's not let this opportunity -- and this nice fire -- go to waste." I lapped at his penis, sucking his entire length into my mouth and enjoying the evident mix of our body fluids.

A few minutes later I mounted him and we screwed until we each had another orgasm. I repeated some of the words I'd said before about his sisters and their friends. Josh became harder and more swollen than I'd known him to be and soon he was delivering his extra pleasure to me too. 

After we recuperated, we collected our clothes and walked up the stairs naked to our bedroom suite. I didn't see Katelyn or Fiona again that night, but I swore I heard muffled moans from behind one of the bedroom doors.

*

When I woke the next morning, Josh's body pressed against mine in a tight spoon. I could feel his inflating cock and then knew for sure that he was awake. I felt him use one hand to position his rod at the entrance to my pussy. 

I raised a leg to give him maximum access. I'd retained most of the fluids from our play the night before and immediate lubrication was not an issue. Soon Josh was pistoning in and out of my body. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.

After our orgasms had passed and we lay there panting, I rolled into Josh's arms so we could kiss. The fluids from our fuck trickled across my leg yet I thought it kind of sexy so I ignored the tracks.

We kissed and hugged for quite a while, cooing and smoothing each other. I love to have my breasts stroked, particularly after making love and that morning was no exception.

I said to Josh, "You were really turned on last night. I like you like that."

"Thanks to you."

"Did you like thinking about your sisters and maybe group sex?" I asked.

"Hell yes," he said with a grin. "I may have to rethink my priorities. Having you as a temporary girlfriend has sure opened my eyes to what I've been missing in my life."

I told him, "I read a book by a psychologist named Eric Ericson a few years ago. He stated that the richest and fullest lives achieved an inner balance between work, love and play. He contended that if you pursued one and disregarded the others you'd have a pretty sad life in your older years but that if you worked at all three you'd have a real sense of achievement and happiness."

"You're profound too," Josh told me as he kissed my nose. "And those thoughts nicely summarize what's been rolling around in my head since we really met and started talking with each other. I'm ready to change -- to expand my purview of life beyond the foundation."

"What about your sisters and the others?" I asked, purposefully leaving the full scope of the question unstated.

"I already love them. I need to spend more time with them. Since college I've neglected them although they've turned out well and have thriving careers."

"Would you get physical with them? Sexually? They're interested, you know. Really interested."

Josh said slowly, "That's incest." He thought for a long time and added, "But, yes, if they were willing and had their eyes wide open to what we were doing I could -- I would. It's not something you'd broadcast around."

Now I kissed Josh on the nose, and then ran my tongue down his neck.

He said suddenly, "But wait, I can't believe you've led me down a road talking about being with others when I'm with you. What must you think of me?"

I said, "Don't worry. I'm happy -- really happy -- if you are. If we can play and enjoy together I will savor every moment. Besides I find myself attracted to the same people you are. We can be a couple and still enjoy being with others."

"Aren't you jealous?" he asked.

"No, not a bit. Jealousy is a learned response. You even commented on that in the plane -- about how we're taught what to be jealous about, particularly in relationships. I agree with the philosophy you told me. There's no particularly reason to be monogamous -- as you told me, anyone could love more than one other person if they let themselves. Look at Fiona, Stacy and Ray, or Katelyn and Carl and their friends."

I continued telling Josh his philosophy only now it no longer had the academic flavor to it that it had had when Josh talked about it in the plane; "If I really like someone -- like you -- I want to see you happy, fulfilled, stretching your limits, and watch your growth. If I put a lid on all the interactions with other people I stifle you and soon you'll resent me and what I represent because you'll feel that loss too." I kissed him on his nose and added, "Besides, the idea of you having sex with someone else turns me on -- especially Fiona, Katelyn and Stacy."

"What would you be doing while I was making love to them?" Josh asked.

"Perhaps joining in some way or maybe loving Ray or Carl or whomever was dedicated to my pleasure and allowed me to give of myself to them."

Josh thought a long time again as he kissed my left breast. He said, "You know that is erotic to think about. I feel I'm right on the doorstep. One way I could feel jealous that it's not me making love to you and the other is I'm turned on and glad you are being pleasured by someone in a way that turns you on."

I said, "We're at odds with what most of society thinks."

"Screw society," Josh said. "I think it's time to challenge most of what's been handed down to us for ten-thousand years anyway. Why should this be any different?"

We hugged and kissed some more and then there was a banging on the door to our bedroom.

Josh flipped the sheet up over us and yelled, "Come in!"

Katelyn and Fiona came bounding into the room like two Tiggers from Winnie the Pooh. They were full of energy and excited beyond belief. Both were wearing baby doll pajamas that left little to the imagination. I could see the dark areolas and nipples of both women and with little imagination their pussy fuzz.

"Were you two screwing?" Fiona asked devilishly.

"Finished fifteen minutes ago," I responded with a smirk. "Just laying here talking about love, sex, and other things like that."

"Hummm," she said turning to her sister, "See we should have come in twenty minutes ago. Maybe we could have gotten a little of what Megan got." She paused and then laughed.

Katelyn looked at me and said, "We're going to the spa in town for the 'works' and you're invited -- my treat. Please come. We really want you with us. The two other bridesmaids are coming too."

"I'm in," I yelled. I tossed back the covers and got out of bed nude. Josh still had his midriff covered. The sisters watched me prance naked across the room towards the bathroom. "Just let me take a quick shower and I'll be ready."

As I looked back over my shoulders the two sisters were moving towards the bed and Josh. He looked worried.

My shower probably lasted three minutes. The 'works' at most spas would finish everything else I might have thought about and then some. I wrapped a towel around me and walked back into the bedroom. 

Josh had a sister lying on each side of him. He was still covered and Fiona and Katelyn still had their PJs on. Fiona was stroking Josh's deflated cock through the sheet that covered him. They were showering kisses on Josh and he was returning them in a most gentlemanly manner. 

Fiona stopped molesting Josh, rolled off the bed and stood as I slipped on a thong. She turned towards the bed, "Come on Kate; let's get dressed."

"Oh but this is such fun," her sister said as she licked up Josh's neck.

I pulled a top from my suitcase and slipped it over my head, adjusting the bright colored garment as it reached my waist. I'd already decided to skip the bra. I looked at Josh, "You really like having your two scantily clad sisters with you in bed don't you?"

He grinned and nodded at me as Katelyn arose and joined her sister.

"Meet you downstairs?" I asked.

"In five," Fiona said over her shoulder as they hurried out of the room to change.

I went and kissed Josh. He reached up under my top and rubbed my breasts, bringing the nipples back to an erect state. I batted his hand away.

I pulled the cover back and lowered my head to his somewhat flaccid cock. I sucked the entire sausage into my mouth and used my tongue and cheeks to massage him. When I could feel some blood surge back into his appendage I pulled off of him.

"Hold that thought until later." I turned and stepped into some slacks and put on some flats from my suitcase. I blew Josh a kiss and headed downstairs to meet the others and head for the spa.

To Be Continued.



Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 04



Your enjoyment of this story will be enhanced by reading the story from the beginning rather than jumping in here. The sex gets better and more varied as the story unfolds. This story spans many of the Literotica categories as it unfolds – Erotic Coupling, Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, and of course Romance to name a few. Unlike some of the stories here, this one has a plot and perhaps a few twists and turns here and there for our characters. Your votes and comments are encouraged. 

Men don't appreciate the near orgasmic delight that a spa provides a woman. There were six of us from the wedding party there: Fiona, Katelyn, Stacy, two other bridesmaids, and me. We did get the works.

At one point in the four hours I sat nude in the sauna when Fiona came in and joined me, quickly shedding her towel.

"You look so nice," I told her. "You'll be such a pretty bride, plus you're so sexy."

She leaned over and kissed me. I met her halfway and our kiss lasted a long time. We both were enjoying our first taste of the other, even as the sweat rolled down our faces from the intense heat of the sauna.

"You also taste good," I told her as we parted and I looked up into her face.

She laughed. "You do too. We'll have to find more time together. Stacy will like you too."

"Oh, hey," I said, "I haven't told you. I talked to Josh last night and this morning. I told him about you, Stacy and Ray. I also told him you wanted to make love with him. Katelyn too."

"How'd he take it," she asked with a hopeful tone to her voice. "He seemed receptive to our kisses when we broke in on you two this morning."

I grinned at her but didn't say a word.

She jumped up and down with glee, "Oh, goody. Now make something happen ... with both of you, if you're interested."

"I'm very interested ... and he is too." I reached next to me with one hand and ran my palm over Fiona's right breast.

"When are you flying back to Boston?" Fiona asked.

"Late Monday I guess," I said. "Josh thought there might be enough snow up here to ski but most of it's gone, so skiing is out."

"How'd you like to fly us to Puerto Vallarta tomorrow morning and stay until late Monday, or even later in the week if you can. We can play and, well, get to know each other - really well." Fiona's hand came over and fondled my nearest breast. My nipple started to rise.

"I like the way you think," I told her. "Are you sure you want the two of us horning in on your honeymoon?"

"Oh, most definitely. Ray and Stacy would be delighted too. You made a positive impression on Ray. I haven't had him arrive 'home' so horny in weeks. I watched you flirting with him – nice moves. I assume you wouldn't mind 'playing' with either of them too."

I reached across and gently licked a drop of sweat off of Fiona's right nipple. 

"I liked flirting with all of you," I said. "And, I liked both Ray and Stacy and look forward to an intimate time with all of you."

"Me too," Fiona said as she leaned in and kissed me again.

The door to the sauna opened and Stacy came in closely followed by Katelyn. They assessed our naked bodies and immediately dropped the towels they came wrapped in.

Stacy's body was magnificent. She had full round breasts that I assumed were also the result of implants. She carried them well. She was tanned all over except for a small patch of whiter skin where a small bikini must have shaded her skin. Her long hair had been piled atop her head and pinned in place with a couple of lose strands hanging down beside her pretty face."

Katelyn and Fiona shared nice bodies too. Both women had long slender legs and hips, flat stomachs and even the hint of abs that showed they worked out frequently. They were both probably C-cups like me but on their more slender bodies their breasts looked more inviting. Long necks and pretty faces led up to their brunette hair. Both had functional haircuts, no doubt to make life easier in the morning when they got ready for work.

"Megan's going to try to get Josh to fly us to Puerto Vallarta tomorrow," Fiona told Stacy and Katelyn. "If possible they'll join us for a day or so." She gave Stacy a lecherous grin and added, "And I do mean join us!"

"Oh, you lucky stiffs," Katelyn said. "I wanted some of that this weekend." She looked at me and added, "Some of both of you. I think Carl did too."

Katelyn rose from the wooden bench and came in front of me. She extended a hand that clearly invited me to rise in front of her. As I rose, she embraced me, my sweaty body pushing against her glowing torso. We kissed – it was a very hot kiss, not from the sauna but from the emotion and intention behind it. Our tongues entered the fray as our nude bodies slid together in the heat.

As our kiss ended I found myself being turned into Stacy's arms. Our bodies pressed together, sliding on our perspiration as we duplicated the kiss I'd just had. 

I could feel my temperature rise. I wanted sex but this was not the venue to have it in.

As I prepared to sit down, the door opened and one of the spa attendants stuck her head in the door and said in a cheery voice, "OK, Megan, you're about done. Time to come out now, shower, manicure, pedicure, and then we'll start doing your hair for the wedding."

The door shut. Fiona stood and kissed me like her sister and lover had. I almost crested right then.

"Later," Fiona whispered to me as she flicked my ear with her tongue.

"Later," I whispered in a hoarse voice to all three as I wrapped my towel around my naked body and left the hot room.

Two hours later Fiona, Katelyn, Stacy and I rode back to the Eagle Pines – the large family home. I have to say except for our casual clothes were four of the most beautiful women in the world. Our conversation revolved around details about the wedding and the reception, both of which were to be held at the Elkhorn Lodge in the older downtown area of Aspen. 

Fiona told me she had a surprise for me when we got back to the lodge. I love surprises.

This surprise almost knocked me over. As we reached Eagles and went upstairs, Fiona led me to her bedroom and just as we got to the door said to me, "I want you to be in my wedding. I want you to be a bridesmaid." She held my hand.

I stopped cold in my tracks. "But ... why ... how ...?" I stammered and blubbered as tears of joy came to my eyes. "I'm not ready, I just ..." A speechless state overtook me as I looked through my blurred eyes at her.

"Come," she said. She opened the door to her room and there on the bed was not only her wedding dress but also another bridesmaid dress. "This should fit you unless I am a terrible judge of what size you are. Come on, let's get dressed."

I cried aloud as the two of us hugged. I felt such love from her and I hope she could feel how I felt about her.

Katelyn and Stacy had gone to Katelyn's room to change. 

I stripped back down to my thong and reached the same stage of undress as Fiona did. She came and we rubbed our breasts together as we kissed. Our erect nipples slid across each other's breasts as we rubbed and looked longingly at each other.

This time Fiona inserted two fingers into my pussy. There was little fanfare to her act, just the insertion. I'd been on the edge ever since our time together in the sauna.

"I'm close, Fiona," I told her.

"Then let me make you cum," she said.

And she did. A few thrusts and twists, some strokes around my clit, and I came as we stood there, her fingers buried in my cunt. 

We kissed more. I whispered, "I owe you one, my love." We kissed some more.

"I sure hope that brother of mine brings you to Mexico," Fiona said. She made a huge sigh and added, "Let's get dressed or we won't be ready on time."

I was ready in fifteen minutes and that even included helping Fiona get into most of her wedding dress – a simple floor length white satin strapless sheath. She looked beautiful in it and I started to tear up all over again.

The bridesmaid dress was a lovely spaghetti strapped mango colored floor length sheath. A slit up the side to mid-thigh allowed a full stride as well as revealed a lot of leg. The bodice left me with an impressive display of cleavage. We both laughed when I commented on how the dress invited Josh to put his hand down my front and fondle my breasts.

Fiona added that Ray or Carl might also like to explore that geography as well as part of the southern hemisphere too.

Katelyn and Stacy joined us dressed just like I was. We were four beautiful women and I knew the other two bridesmaids would be just as pretty. This was going to be a gorgeous wedding.

I hugged Fiona again, not in a sexy way, but in a loving way. "Thank you so much for inviting me to be in your wedding. I feel so swept up in your family and ... well I'm falling in love with all of you so fast." We hugged and I let her go. We both smiled warmly at each other.

Josh knocked on the door and yelled in, "Limousines are here. Time to go ladies. Your escorts are all gathered in the hall. Well, most of them are."

I opened the door. Josh impressed immediately in his tuxedo. I instantly thought he could have stepped out of a James Bond movie – a scene in some grand casino in Monte Carlo where he's just leaving and about to get into his million dollar Aston Martin. 

Josh looked deep into my eyes and said, "You are beautiful. You were beautiful before you went out this morning and now you are even more beautiful, if that's possible. You take my breath away."

I flowed into his arms and we carefully hugged so my repaired makeup didn't smudge onto his tux. We pecked at each other's lips.

Carl came into the room also looking dashing. He and Katelyn kissed and hugged. The men all fawned appropriately over Fiona, kissing her and telling her how beautiful the bride looked. 

Our whole entourage headed downstairs and out the front door into the waiting stretch limousine. Fifteen minutes later we pulled up in front of the Elkhorn Lodge, the site of the wedding and reception.

The wedding consisted of a circle of the bridesmaids and groomsmen surrounding the New Age minister, Ray and Fiona. All the guests stood in concentric semi-circles behind them. Everyone held hands as a symbol of unity, love, and support for the couple – as well as for each other. As the simple ceremony ended the minister had us all hug one another and spread the warmth and love throughout the attendees. The scene could have come out of a movie, everyone looked so happy.

At the reception Josh and I sat at one of the round tables in the great hall with six other people. We all introduced ourselves and exchanged pleasantries as the appetizers were served. Finally, I had an opportunity to tell Josh about the conversation at the spa and ask him about flying us all to Puerto Vallarta. 

He shot me a wide grin and said, "What a great idea." He leaned in and whispered to me, "I want to make love to you on the beach."

I whispered back, "You can make love to all of us on the beach if you play your cards right." I ran my fingers up his thigh, stopping just short of his crotch. I could watch his eyes enlarge the closer I got to ground zero.

"Sounds like a plan," Josh said back to me, "but just so you know you are my first priority." I could tell by the look on his face that he was serious. We were both infatuated with each other not to mention with the surrounding sexual situations that were emerging.

During dinner, the two of us steered our conversation to more mundane things about our lives that we both wanted to know. We shared our childhoods with each other, talking about siblings, early schooling, parents and other factors influential on our views of the world – things we hadn't gotten to as he was preparing me for this trip as his 'temporary girlfriend'.

Often we'd veer off our learning about each other to allow conversation with someone else at the table. In hindsight, I'm sure the other six people – all more middle-aged couples – evaluated us as hopelessly falling in love with one another. 

After dinner Ray and Fiona cut a rather traditional looking wedding cake. A six-piece band then started to crank out some fantastic music that appealed to all the attendees. They had a knack for getting people involved in the dancing as individual band members wandered into the audience and pulled the wallflowers out onto the dance floor.

Josh went and had his 'mandatory' dance with Fiona as I danced with Ray. The piece we danced to allowed us to dance close to each other and I took the opportunity to snuggle into Ray, even rubbing my groin against his quite intentionally. I whispered to him how much we were looking forward to 'getting together' in Mexico, leaving no doubt about the sexual innuendo of the situation.

A little later we got a chance to dance with Katelyn and Carl. I took the opportunity to also provide some libido stimulation to Carl as well. I felt like a naughty girl but that didn't stop me from having some fun with how I felt and how I knew Josh felt. There were no details, just lots of innuendo. Carl got the message.

I could also see a certain intimacy that transcended bother-sister relationships with Josh and Katelyn too. I hoped no one else noticed and I tried to deflect some of their obviousness by steering Carl over next to them so we could talk to them. When the dance ended we changed partners and I plastered myself against Josh and let him squire me around the dance floor.

Later I pushed Josh at Stacy and suggested that he get to know her better. I joined up with Fiona, Ray and the other bridesmaids and their significant others as all rested from their exertions on the dance floor. 

Meanwhile we could watch Josh and Stacy coming on to each other. I actually felt a rush in my pussy area as I watched the two of them nuzzle closely as they danced.

Fiona leaned in and whispered to me, "Turns you on watching them together doesn't it."

I nodded.

She went on, "You're hooked on both of them – all of us. It's not just the sex or the promise of it – it's the encompassing feeling of love and emotion that sweeps through you. Right now you're feeling what's called NRE – New Relationship Energy – with all of us. We've established mutual relationships that we like; they're like a drug and we can't get enough of it."

I said, "I agree but I feel guilty too."

"Why," she asked.

"I feel like I should only be having these feelings about Josh. Instead I find I'm having them about ... well, most of your family – you, Ray, Stacy, Katelyn, Carl and of course Josh. I just want to crawl inside all of you."

"Great," Fiona said with a warm smile, "because we're all feeling that way about you too. We can't get enough of you. Sort of irrational, right?"

"Yes."

"You know it'll fade over time?"

"I suppose but I don't see a downside to any of this."

"Neither do we," she said. "That's why I'm so glad you're coming to Mexico with us."

On that note we hugged and lightly kissed one another with great affection.

The band stopped playing about 11:30 p.m. and that pretty much broke up the party. Ray and Fiona had already slipped away back to Eagle Pines. We all laughed at the idea of them culminating their marriage; they'd already lived together for two years.

We gathered another limousine full of people and headed back to the house, thanking the staff at the Lodge and the band for the wonderful evening they'd put on for our crowd.

As soon as we got to the Eagles (the short hand name I learned), Van and Ellie disappeared for the night and right behind them Carl and Katelyn went to bed.

Stacy went and checked on Fiona and Ray. She came back and told me that indeed the two of them were culminating their marriage and that they hadn't even noticed that she'd peeked into their bedroom.

I took Josh's hand in mine and then reached for Stacy's hand. "Then come and join us for the night." I made the invitation in a soft and loving tone of voice so there'd be no mistaking the warmth and affection I felt for both of them. 

Josh moved forward and pulled the two of us into a group hug with him. It seemed so natural and we flowed up the stairs and into our bedroom.

I lit a candle and by that single light we gradually disrobed each other. When we were nude, Stacy and I pushed Josh onto his back on the bed. Soon the two of us were making love to Josh's hardening rod as he watched us and stroked the parts of us he could reach. He groaned a lot.

Finally, he said, "One of you come up and kiss me and let me lick you."

I gestured to Stacy, "Go. We both want to taste you tonight. He's first."

Stacy moved up and kissed Josh as he fondled her breasts. Then she moved further up the bed and straddled Josh's head as she held the headboard. I watched as she lowered her pussy into his face. I could see his tongue reaching far out of his mouth as he started to savor her juices.

I massaged Josh's cock and then straddled his legs until I could lower my pussy onto his lovemaking tool. Every nerve fiber in my body became alive as I slipped myself down onto his shaft. My juices flowed excessively, even running down my leg as I moved ever so slowly up and down, enjoying every penetrating fraction of an inch of his large cock.

I moved up and down on Josh's cock, enjoying the sensations and the connection with him. Further, it was so erotic watching him lick and tongue Stacy's pussy. I smoothed her body as I ground my pussy into Josh's loins.

"I'm going to cum," I soon announced to my partners. 

I closed my eyes and let the orgasm sweep up my body from where I'd made his cock rub against my clitoris. My breathing ceased for a few seconds. My eyes were closed yet I watched the most extraordinary exhibition of fireworks and lasers flashing across the sky. If I wasn't in love with these people before, I was now.

When I opened my eyes again, Stacy was right there kissing me, one hand still lightly stroking my clit. Had she brought me off? I couldn't tell you what had happened for the past couple of minutes. 

She smiled at me. "I like how you cum. You let me bring you off. That's good. Trusting." She kissed me again. I vaguely remembered now, just as I started my ascent to the stars, an extra hand massaging my nub.

I suddenly felt a twitch from Josh deep within me. I turned to him; "Did you cum?"

"No," he smiled as he stroked my sides with both hands.

I rolled off of him to one side. "Then make love to Stacy."

He nodded and I positioned Stacy next to him. She spread her legs expecting Josh to mount her, however, instead I leaned forward before Josh could position himself, and took a long lap up her pussy.

I returned immediately and pulled her labia lips into my own, then flicked my tongue across her clit. I could feel her twitch as I hit pay dirt. With one hand, I gently thrust two fingers into her pussy and searched for her G-spot. I became certain I'd found the area when Stacy's hips leapt off the bed and she emitted a long, low moan.

Josh joined me side by side and we took turns lapping and stimulating Stacy. Each of us had a hand on one of her breasts, massaging and pinching as her nipples reached an extraordinary state of excitement.

Then Stacy came. She erupted. I'd seen a porn film one time where a girl came in buckets and almost covered everyone in the room. Stacy wasn't that prolific, but she did squirt into our faces and onto our bodies as she came. She also screamed so I was sure everyone else in the house knew what we were doing.

"Fuck her, Josh," I said quietly. "Do it now. Make her cum again."

Josh rose and I took his steel rod in my hand and guided it to Stacy's sopping pussy. I rubbed the head around and then urged Josh to push at just the right place. I had a close-up view as his long shaft slowly sank to the hilt in her pussy. The both groaned – and to tell the truth I did too as I felt a surge of juice in my own pussy – a sympathetic response.




Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 04



Josh established a slow and deliberate stroking in and out of Stacy's body. They both smiled and kissed, pulling me into the fray as they did. 

"Bring your pussy up over my mouth, Megan," Stacy instructed.

I rose and positioned myself facing Josh but in a way that Stacy could tongue my slit and nether region. I held Josh's shoulders for stability and also to feel more a part of his thrusting into Stacy. Josh and I could kiss and we did; he fondled my breasts with one hand, using the other to steady us and to fondle Stacy's generous breasts.

Stacy's tongue proved to be expert for in no time at all I found myself writhing above her and nearing an orgasm again.

"I'm getting near again," I warned my partners.

"Me too," Josh said softly.

"Me too," Stacy whispered.

Thus, thirty seconds later Josh sped up his thrusts into Stacy as she accelerated her tongue action on my cunt, one of her fingers jamming me at a rapid rate. I reached down and massaged her clit, trying to deliver exceptional stimulation to the small area.

We exploded.

Josh led the way by making several final deep penetrations as he shot his cum into Stacy; Stacy and my orgasms followed directly. We all got wet again and I think I was the culprit this time. We both cuddled into Josh in our after glow, enjoying the aromas we'd created and the stickiness we shared. No one wanted to do anything about it.

No one said a word. We could feel each other's hearts beating and listen to the softening sounds of our breathing. One by one by one we closed our eyes and fell asleep in each other's arms. I'm not sure I'd ever felt so content in my life.

*

Fiona stood naked beside the bed when I opened my eyes. The morning sunlight streamed in the windows. She asked nicely, "You all have fun last night? If noise and odor are an indication, I'd say you must have had six more people in here having sex with you all last night."

"You're beautiful," I told her in my sleepy voice.

Josh rolled his nude body over and looked at his sister, naked before him for the first time. "I agree, you are beautiful, Fiona."

"Careful, all these complements will go to my head. I just want to know what our plans are. It's seven o'clock now and Ray and I are eager to head south."

Josh sat up, extending a hand to Fiona. She backed away, "Later, sailor. Right now let's travel." She grinned at him but did a little bump and grind with her hips to show her interest. I could smell Fiona's sex, a signal that she too had had an active night.

I watched her and she changed her mind. She took Josh's hand and said, "One finger, in me, right now. That's all for now." She moved his hand down to her pussy and I watched as he extended a finger and gently inserted it into her; she sunk her body down on his hand. She closed her eyes savoring the physical contact.

"Oh, shit," she said through clenched jaws, a moan accompanying her explitive. "Let's hurry to Mexico." She pulled his hand away and backed towards the door.

Josh smelled his finger and then visibly licked the digit. "Yummmm," he said. 

Stacy sat in her glorious nudity beside him. I could feel that rush in my pussy again as I looked at the three other nude bodies in the room. 

"How about breakfast in a quarter hour?" Fiona asked tentatively.

We concurred and she snuck out the door.

"Oh, I have to go with her," Stacy said hopping out of bed. "She has my travel case in her room. We all checked out of the Lodge." With that, she got up, collected her clothing and silently crept out of the room without putting anything on.

Josh and I looked at each other. 

"Time for a quickie?" I asked.

He nodded.

Josh proved that he couldn't be in the presence of three naked women without developing a severe hard-on. I knew I flushed from watching the interaction between Josh and Fiona. I pulled Josh over me and he sank into me.

I grabbed his hand, the one that had the finger that had been in Fiona only moments before. I inhaled her aroma as he held the finger out for me. I could sense her unique odor and loved it. I wanted to get to Mexico fast too, but not before we finished our quickie.

As quickies go, this proved to be arousing and very satisfying. We were learning each other's buttons and how to bring pleasure to one another in short order. We did. He did. I did. Wow!

After our showers and quickly repacking our clothes, we went downstairs. Josh grabbed a glass of orange juice and disappeared into the den to do the flight planning for our trip to Puerto Vallarta.

He rejoined Ray, Fiona, Stacy and me as we finished some scrambled eggs that Fiona had whipped up. Josh wolfed down a helping as he told us about the flight details.

He said, "The distance from here to Puerto Vallarta is 1,285 miles or 1,115 nautical miles. We'll travel about 420 knots, so the trip down will take about three hours including climb out and descent. Weather is superb over the entire route and we might get a tailwind part of the way. By noon, they expect the temperatures to be in the mid eighties and the water temperature is just over eighty. Light breezes. Sounds pretty perfect to me."

We snuck out of the house without waking the others. Fiona left a note on behalf of all of us.

Half an hour later we were at the Aspen, Colorado airport and twenty minutes later the Cessna Citation jet lifted off the runway into the bright morning skies over Colorado. Twenty minutes after that we were near altitude and on our flight plan route to PVR. Josh had me sit as co-pilot again.

Our morning sexual romp had left me satisfied for the time being so I wasn't about to jump Josh's bones at 40,000-feet. Our three passengers, however, decided they'd join the Mile High Club. I peeked back into the cabin after we got to altitude and saw Ray lying back on one of the posh leather seats with a 'died and gone to heaven' look on his face as Stacy and Fiona took turns riding his cock. All three were nude. I pulled the curtain, not so much to given them privacy that they didn't seem to need, but to remove my own temptation to join them.

I asked Josh to start giving me a lesson about the airplane and its instrumentation. I allowed that to consume me despite the moans and shrieks from the passenger compartment. Josh actually let me make some gentle S-turns and get the feel for the controls of the jet. By the time we landed, I felt more comfortable with the plane, even going so far as to consider getting a pilot's license. He explained the process to me.

We cleared customs, got a rental car and drove into the old part of the town and had lunch at a place Ellie had recommended. Her recommendation turned out to be excellent and we got a wonderful meal and good service. 

I hadn't brought a bathing suit so after our lunch we stopped in a tourist shop and I bought a bikini that I thought might have arousal powers to it.

Fiona and Ray had rented a villa for the week that turned out to be about fifteen minutes north of the airport on the Bay of Banderas, a small open bay into the Pacific Ocean. 

The home was impressive, sitting on a sandy bluff overlooking the Pacific and the Bay, with large rooms that opened onto a flagstone deck, beach and pool. Dense foliage and a surrounding security wall ensured the utmost privacy from neighbors, plus we were far enough away from the usual tourist hotels that even the pristine beach didn't have casual walkers on it.

After we'd all walked around the house Fiona announced that it was beach time. In minutes Stacy, Fiona and I ran from the house down to the beach in our bikinis. As I paused before splashing into the warm water, I could look both ways along the beach and only see about a half dozen people, most far down the beach towards the airport. I could see no one in the other direction. Marvelous.

My new white and yellow bikini became almost transparent when it got wet, a fact that hadn't announced itself until Stacy came to me and kissed me, running her tongue down to my breasts.

"You're on display, Love," she said, "if that makes any difference to you."

I looked down and saw my state; "Well, I wanted a seductive bathing suit. I guess this'll do." I grinned at Fiona and Stacy.

Ray and Josh joined us a few minutes later. We were bobbing around on our backs in the clear water. Ray had found some facemasks and snorkel tubes and waded in and gave me a set to try. He stared at my breasts through the transparent bikini.

"If you like these, you should see what the lower half looks like," I told him with a splash. 

He splashed back and said, "I love bathing suits like that."

Seconds later my eyes took in the sights under the bay's surface, including a wide variety of beautiful looking little fish and an occasional conch shell.

The five of us swam and sunned for over an hour, taking care not to burn since we'd also forgotten to bring or buy suntan lotion. After an hour, I went up to the shade of some palm trees that surrounded the pool deck, moving a lounger around so I could be in the shade. The gentle sea breeze dried me off in minutes. I lay back and was asleep in an instant.

I think I had some erotic dreams. In any case, they ended erotically as I felt my pussy flush with attention. I gradually regained consciousness. 

As my eyes blinked open I found Fiona bending over me and blowing her hot breath on my bathing suit, right on the thin fabric covering my clitoris. No wonder I felt flushed and 'hot'.

I pulled her on top of me and we went into a kiss that turned into a French kiss. 

"Can we make love to each other now?" I asked with an impatient tone to my voice.

"Yes, Love. It's time," she whispered as she kissed me again.

Over Fiona's shoulder I watched Ray remove Stacy's bikini bra and start to suck on her breasts. The sun was bright – almost too bright on the patio. Josh came to us and said, "Let's take this inside. We don't want to shock the natives."

Fiona pulled me up from the lounger and we walked the few paces to the master bedroom, entering the room directly from the patio through gossamer curtains that swayed with the sea breeze off the Bay. Fiona, Josh and I pulled the suits from our body and moved into a three-way hug that brought hands and breasts into play.

"I'm promoting better family relations," I told the two of them. "It's time for you two to join – to love each other – to make love."

Fiona turned more squarely to her brother and pushed her full chest into his as they kissed.

I dropped to my knees and turned Josh's hips towards me so I could have access to his cock. I pulled his rod to my mouth and started an oral assault on his tool, holding him as the blood surged into his manhood. 

When I had him rock hard and his cock stood straight out from his body, I rose and steered the two of them to the bed. They fell side by side. 

I leaned in and licked Fiona's slit, enjoying the full taste and texture of her love nest for the first time. She moaned.

I postponed further pleasure and indicated to Josh that he should mount his sister. He came up over her and allowed me to hold his cock as I positioned him against her pussy just as I'd done with he and Stacy the night before. 

In another second, he sank his entire swollen cock into her pussy, pausing at rock bottom for the two of them to savor the penetration.

"Oh, God, Fi," he gasped; "We should have done this years ago. We wasted all this time waiting and wondering what it'd be like."

She reached up and stroked his face, "We're doing it now and that's all that counts. Forget about lost opportunities and think of all the times we have ahead of us."

Fiona reached out to me as I watched the two of them start to twist and rotate body parts into each other. "Megan, you are so wonderful to make this happen for us. I don't want you to think I'm stealing him from you."

"I'm happy for the two of you," I told her; "happy that you've both found each other and can enjoy each other. I don't feel threatened by this. I actually just feel closer to the two of you."

I knelt beside Josh and gently rubbed his back as he moved in and out of Fiona at a slow pace. 

"Come over me," Fiona suggested to me.

"No. This is your first time with Josh. I'm privileged to be here and watch it but focus on him and not on me."

She nodded and turned to her brother. The two of them accelerated the pace at which their bodies slammed together.

Fiona's breasts swayed in synch with Josh's thrusts, the harmonic motion creating a highly erotic sight. One of her hands stroked his face as the other held one breast to keep the gelatinous mound from oscillating too much.

I reached between the two and cupped Fiona's mound, spreading two fingers of my hand so I could feel Josh's cock pistoning back and forth into his sister's lithe body. They were both panting hard, and I took this as a sign that both were near their climaxes.

I shifted my hand and started to rub and push on Fiona's clit. She responded with a further moan and then as I rubbed I could feel her urgency increase; Josh responded by increasing his thrusts, slamming harder and harder into her.

The two came together. Lovers often do, even when it's their first time. The two were attuned to each other and in love; they'd been in love for decades but this was truly different.

Josh made a final lunge into his sister and held his position deep in her as his body ejaculated a copious amount of his juice into her pussy. Fiona clutched at him in the paroxysm of her orgasm as well. The two looked like a Pieta of love and lust, finally satisfied after over a decade of postponement.

Fiona was the first to speak; "You don't disappoint at all, my loving brother. I am yours now and forever, whenever you wish, however you wish."

Josh kissed her deeply then rolled the two of them to his side on the large bed, yet remaining coupled to her. Both had a fine sheen of perspiration on them from their exertions.

He said to me, "Spoon in behind Fiona. I want to see the two of you together."

I slid behind his sister, cupping one breast as I did.

Josh reached across and stroked my cheek. "Megan, thank you. Thank you so much for helping make this happen. I'm guessing you feel some inner conflict over this boyfriend-girlfriend-sister thing. I can't make it go away other than tell you I care for you more now than ever."

I kissed his palm and wrapped his hand around my kiss. "I have no conflict here. I might add you're stealing my heart you know."

"I know," he said.

From the doorway Stacy said, "You guys are beautiful. I loved watching you make love." I turned and there stood Stacy and Ray. She was leaning forward holding onto a corner of a dresser; Ray stood behind her, his rod connecting the two of them. Stacy pulled off of him and approached the bed.

Fiona reached out to her and asked, "Were you there the whole time? Did you fuck while we did?"

"Pretty much," Stacy said. "We were here when Megan fed Josh's cock into you. Very sexy. Very erotic." 

She came over near Fiona and held her hand also touching me in the process. Stacy leaned in and kissed both of us then looked at me. She said, "Ray hasn't cum yet; I did but he didn't. Why don't you two forge a deeper relationship?" 

I flushed at the thought. Josh caught my eye and nodded his approval of her idea. I noted that his cock was still balls deep in his sister. 

I walked to Ray and the two of us kissed near the foot of the bed. Ray said, "This has got to be the best honeymoon anyone has ever been on."

As we kissed, I caught Ray's cock between my legs and moved my hips back and forth as I squeezed him in place. He hardened further from when I'd gone to him. I could feel the nectar on his cock from Stacy's pussy.

"Come with me, Megan. Let's make love in the other bedroom."

We broke apart and Ray pulled me down the short corridor to the adjacent bedroom. A queen-size bed graced the room with other bedroom furniture. Ray led me to the bed and pushed me onto my back.

Then Ray's tongue, that marvelous tongue, found my slit and in no time as all he had me writhing and starting to cum. He introduced me to something called the 'Hummingbird' where he made maximum mouth contact with my pussy, in particular my clit, and then started a low frequency hum or buzz.

Stacy had mentioned that Ray had superb oral talents, but within sixty seconds I could tell she'd understated his prowess. Ray demonstrated a unique facility to bring a woman to orgasm as well as prolong the pleasure in her body.

I shifted into a talkative mood as he worked my pussy over with his tongue, rising towards various peaks as each second went by. "Oh fuck. Ray you are superb. Where'd you ever learn how to do this? You've got to teach Josh some of this. Oh, dear, my clit is ... right ... THERE! Oh, good God. How'd ... Oh fuck ..."

In the span of ten minutes he brought me to two Class A, Richter 7, orgasms. Further, every time my body flushed I gushed some girl juice in his face and got physically hotter. I know I was soaking the bed sheets but didn't want to stop.

I finally regained sufficient composure to ask Ray to bury his cock in my pussy. "Come to me you wonderful man. Make love to me. Let me celebrate your marriage."

I sort of liked the way the last couple of statements sounded, almost farcical in a way. Later when I thought about it I wondered if we really needed marriage in today's society.

Ray pumped into me for a few minutes then literally picked me up without 'breaking lock' with me. He spun me around the room as I held on to him – arms around his neck; legs around his waist; his cock buried in my cunt.

After he bounced me around a little on his cock, he lay down on the bed with me atop him. In this position he could be more relaxed and fondle, lick and suck on my breasts. He did, leaving me with a couple of hickeys to remember these moments. I didn't mind and would wear them as a pleasant reminder of our passion until they faded a few days later.

I told Ray as I got nearer and nearer to my third orgasm of the hour. He was almost there too. 

"Fill me with your cum," I said.

He said, "I should warn you, I cum a lot. I'll flood you, particularly since I haven't cum since I fucked Fiona and Stacy on the airplane."

"Then flood me," I said in a ragged voice as I got even neared. The thought of him flooding me had a whole lot of appeal.

"I'm ... I'm there," he said. 

I allowed myself to crest as well, just as I felt the first of Ray's juices surge into my vagina. He surged ... and surged ... and surged. Now he was the one flooding the bed. His cum over filled my pussy and immediately started to leak down on his body and hence onto the bed. I'd never seen so much in a single orgasm.

In spite of my curiosity about Ray's volume, I went into my heaven, closing my eyes for a minute as the pleasure surged through me. We then held each other tight and as our climaxes waned we kissed passionately. As the crest slid totally by our kisses and stroking became more tender and loving.

"Wow," I said as I intentionally rubbed my breasts and erect nipples around his chest, "Fiona and Stacy really have a gem. You are a keeper." I pumped my hips up and down on Ray's still swollen cock; cum squirted out and flooded us even more.

"You're right, you do cum a lot," I said with a snicker. "How am I going to get from here to the bathroom without leaving a trail?"

"Don't leave. Just pull off and let yourself drain onto my body. I'll take care of it."

I lifted myself up off of his cock and shifted up the bed just in time; several large dollops of cum dropped from my vagina and spread out over Ray's pubic area and abdomen. 

I waited until the drips stopped then clasped a hand over my pussy and with some awkward gyrations got off the bed and walked into the adjacent bathroom. A couple of minutes later I came back to the bedroom with a warm washcloth.




Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 04



Ray hadn't touched the cum pools on his body. 

Now I love cum. I like the taste, the texture and the naughty thought of swallowing it, particularly knowing that it's something most women don't or won't do.

I draped the washcloth over the bedside table and moved between Ray's legs. I took his moist cock in my mouth and cleaned him, lapping up one side and down the other until our combined juices were gone. Did I mention that I like the way I taste too?

I ran my tongue up into the first dollop of cum that pooled on his lower body, lapping at the pool the way a cat laps at a puddle of milk. Our juices – mostly Ray's cum – tasted salty, slightly musky and tart, and almost like an exotic milky salad dressing with rare herbs and spices. 

Stacy came into the room as I started lapping. 

"You have to share," she said sliding onto the bed. "House rules!"

She smiled and then joined me after leaning in and kissing Ray. In a couple of minutes there was no more cum to savor; we'd swallowed it all. 

Stacy and I kissed and rubbed each other a lot, fingering each other's slits – mine still wet with some residue from Ray and hers still with some residue from Josh. I liked how erotic that thought sounded.

The sea breeze floated into the room, making all of us perspire from our efforts. We could hear the palms swishing against each other outside the large French doors that opened onto the pool patio. 

We all heard two splashes and some laughter from Josh and Fiona. They called out to us: "Come join us in the pool if you're done – it's a great way to clean up and cool off. Come on guys. Hurry before we use up all the water."

We all looked at each other and thirty seconds later the three of us hit the water too.

The five of us bobbed around the pool for almost an hour. The sun was low in the sky. Ray found that the house had been stocked with wine and champagne for us and so brought out some liquid refreshments.

Josh and I cuddled together at one point down by one end of the pool. I told him, "You know I could be very happy with just you don't you?"

He nodded and said, "Yes, and I hope you realize I feel the same way." He grinned and said, "That said, it HAS been a great weekend – far, far beyond anything I'd expected or even dreamed about when I asked you to be my temporary girlfriend."

"I like this temporary girlfriend role." I leaned in and kissed him, making sure my breasts pushed against his chest and arm.

"Well, you're very good at it," he said in a teasing voice. "We might use you again sometime."

"If this is how you use people, I could get used to it;" I gestured towards the other three.

Josh asked, "Seriously, are you all right with me and what happened this weekend? I've taken your silence or lack of complaints about each situation as tacit approval that things were OK with you."

I took Josh's face gently in one hand and turned his head to me and kissed him. "I'm more than OK with it. In fact, you'll recall I sort of helped you and your sister find a new level in your relationship. So, yes, I'm fine with all that's happened."

I went on, "I liked being in a threesome with you and Fiona and with Stacy the night before. I enjoyed my time with Ray too. All that said, you are my focal point this weekend and if none of the other stuff had happened I'd be just as happy." 

I thought for a moment and asked Josh, "Are you all right with all that's happened? Did I burn any bridges here or do anything that'll put me on your shit list?"

"No, absolutely not, quite the opposite. I have a lot to think about that wasn't on my radar screen before this weekend, heck, before I met you last Monday at Starbucks and we introduced ourselves. A lot has happened since then. One surprise right after another; I've probably had too many surprises in too short a time period."

Josh paused and looked down the pool where Ray, Stacy and Fiona were floating serenely on their backs.

He went on, "My relationship with Fiona has changed forever. I love where it's gone this weekend, but I've got to tell you it's blown my mind and scrambled my brain. I could claim it's because of the incest but that's not what I feel; rather, it's because the relationship just changed so dramatically so fast. I'd had romantic thoughts about her since I was a teen but to actually have something happen is beyond terrific."

Josh thought a moment and added, "I didn't know about Stacy before Friday when you told me – that's all a big surprise. Ray's and their openness to extend their physical relationship to include us is another surprise. Your willingness to participate in a group setting became a surprise. I know Katelyn feels the same way about me – and you – as Fiona; I expect sometime in the future we'll transform that relationship just as I did with Fiona. "

He thought some more and said, "Megan, you have been perfect and a joyful surprise. I'm happy you're liberated enough to enjoy the various combinations we've created and not get honked off at me. I couldn't ask for more from you and far from being on my shit list you're on my star list at the five star level." I got a warm smile and a hug.

We kissed and nuzzled some more. I know we both felt better having talked about the past few days as we did.

To Be Continued. Please Vote.



Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 05



Your enjoyment of this story will be enhanced by reading the story from the beginning. The sex gets better and more varied as the story unfolds. This story spans many of the Literotica categories as it unfolds – Erotic Coupling, Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, and of course Romance to name a few. Unlike some of the stories here, this one has a plot and perhaps a few twists and turns here and there for our characters. Your votes and comments are encouraged. 

When the sun had almost set, the five of us piled into the car and drove into the touristy part of the old town. Much to our surprise the town had become a beehive of activity. We found a little family restaurant with tables in a small plaza on a side street and decided to eat there. Stacy spoke Spanish and helped with the ordering and our thanks to the family that ran the restaurant and who made our stay memorable.

Sunday night at the Villa proved to be interesting. I sort of thought Josh and I would couple up for the night and that would be it. We'd leave Ray, Fiona and Stacy to their own devices.

Instead Ray proposed an erotic night before we left where we could watch various combinations of the five of us make love to one another. He looked at us to see if we were interested. I looked at Josh and shrugged. He shrugged back. I wondered how what Ray had proposed would be different from what we did that afternoon. Ray said he'd show me.

Fiona found some candles and lit a few in the living room. The light was dim but we could all see each other clearly. She opened the stereo system and after a few false starts ended with a smooth jazz FM station that happened to be playing some Eva Cassidy. After she was through, she sat down.

Stacy stood and pulled Josh to his feet. She rubbed his face gently with her hands moving her hands up and down his arms and chest as she swayed in time to the music in front of him. Josh started to move with her. 

She reached up and slowly and deliberately started to unbutton Josh's short sleeve shirt. When she finished the last button, she danced behind him and slowly pulled the shirt off his body, depositing the garment on one end of the "U"-shaped couch. In the candle light Josh's toned body never looked better.

Stacy bent down and indicated that Josh should remove his shoes. They were quickly gone. The three of us then watched as she carefully unzipped Josh's pants, undid the belt and clasp and then worked the pants down his legs, helping Josh step out of them at the end.

Stacy stood and rubbed her clothed body against Josh as she felt for the elastic of his briefs. Once she had a finger in the briefs she circled his body, running that finger all the way around his body. Back in front of him she knelt and helped pull the small elastic underwear from his body. Josh stepped out of them.

Josh had a partial erection and it danced, almost in time to the music, right in front of Stacy's face. She ran her hands up his legs, and leaned in, capturing the tip of his cock in her mouth. She thrust up and down on the inflating cock a little then stopped.

Stacy rose and gave Josh a passionate French kiss. We could all see their tongues dueling as their parted.

Stacy told him, "Now you undress Fiona." 

She stood back and then took a seat on the sofa.

Josh went and stood in front of Fiona and extended a hand to her. She rose and melted into her brother's arms. The two of them continued the kiss that Stacy had only a moment before ended. Then they broke from the kiss.

Josh swayed in time to the music from the FM radio, moving behind Fiona as his strong hands held her body stationary. Behind her, Josh undid the few buttons at the top of her pullover top and then worked the clothing up her body and over her head.

Fiona had not worn a bra and stood half naked before the four of us, her breasts proudly erect. The candlelight made her body cast beautiful shadows on itself.

Josh undid the belt, button and zipper to Fiona's shorts, pushing them down her legs when he could. Fiona stood in a small thong with only a scrap of cloth covered her pubic area. Josh removed that as well in the same seductive manner he had with her other pieces of clothing.

He came in front of her, leaned in a sucked on her right breast. I could hear her breathing stop.

Josh took one finger and ran it down her slit, sinking in the full length on his return trip. Fiona all but stopped breathing. He pulled his finger out and kissed her again.

He softly said to his sister, "Fiona, undress Megan." He moved away from her and went to sit on the sofa next to Stacy.

Fiona pulled me up. We stood and kissed, our tongues snaking in and out of each other's mouths as we met each other's passion.

I didn't lift a finger as Fiona moved around me undoing buttons and clasps and slowly pulling my sport clothes from me. Soon I was nude and enjoying the feel of the warm night air blowing gently through the room.

Fiona sucked on my breasts, licking and then ensuring my areolas and nipples were wet and at maximum attention. Next I felt her middle finger enter and thrust up into my pussy. My sexual excitement ensured I was wet. I added to the sexual aromas in the room.

Fiona pulled out just as I started to think about an orgasm. She leaned and whispered in my ear, "Megan, undress Ray now."

Fiona moved to the sofa and sat beside her brother. I noticed that she and Stacy went moving their hands up and down Josh's legs not quite touching his erection.

I moved in front of Ray pulling him to his feet. I repeated the undressing process, unveiling his muscular body and partial erection. I repeated what Stacy had done to Josh – inhaling Ray's cock into my mouth, only this time I deep throated his cock, taking every long inch of his rod down my throat.

After my brief blowjob I pulled off of Ray and stood. I told him, "Now you undress Stacy."

A few minutes later Stacy stood nude and horny before us all, her toned body aching for further contact from any of us.

Stacy went to Josh again, this time kneeling in front of him as he sat on the sofa. She lowered her head and sucked his cock into her mouth. Wet slurping sounds filled the room as she fellated him. The three of us watched the pair without touching each other or ourselves.

After several minutes Stacy stopped. 

Josh slid off the sofa and moved in front of his sister sitting next to him. He pulled her legs apart and then ran his hands solidly up and down her thighs and around her flat stomach. His hands swept up until he held each of Fiona's breasts, one in each hand. He twisted, turned and tweaked her tits, pulling on her nipples until they were standing at attention.

Josh lowered his head to Fiona's pussy and licked the lips with the very tip of his tongue. Her breathing got very ragged. He gradually extended his tongue and thrust harder and faster into her vagina, adding two fingers after a moment. Suddenly Josh's hand became a blur as his hand moved his long fingers in and out of his sister's cunt at a frantic pace. 

Fiona moaned and then pleaded for mercy but everything happened so fast. Suddenly she climaxed, spurting juices from her body and drenching her lover's hand, face and chest. Fiona seemed on the verge of hyperventilating as she gasped for air, sucking in huge volumes of the rare gas.

Josh then stopped, pulling himself away from his sister.

Fiona took another minute to enjoy her afterglow then knelt and moved in front of me. I'd been sitting next to her so I had a close-up view of the lovemaking so far.

Fiona gently pulled my head and used her mouth to make love to mine using every artifice she could think of – tongue, teeth, lips. 

Then she used those same talented components to love my breasts, adding her own to the mix when she rubbed our erect nipples together.

Her tongue then ran down my body, circling my navel as she passed by, and moved right into my slit. I jerked to attention, my eyes bugging from my head as she found my clit and latched on. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot through my body.

Two of Fiona's fingers penetrated my vagina and worked their way around inside me until they found my G-spot. Now I was done for. My body started to move uncontrollably in every dimension as her ministrations brought me every closer to a climax.

Somehow Fiona could lick, suck, and thrust her fingers and tongue at an amazing rate into and around my body in all the places that counted. 

I exploded. I ejaculated a little girl juice yet the rest of the orgasm carried me to some faraway solar system and planet – I was not of this world. Lights flashed and the world became this loving and embracing planet. I became one with Fiona, the group, everyone on the planet, and the Universe. The feeling of ultimate euphoria washed through me.

As I came down from my high, Fiona still knelt between my legs looking most pleased with herself. I smiled wanly at her and whispered, "Thank you."

The others seemed content to let me return to earth. Finally, even though I still felt the affects of my own private afterglow I moved next to me to Ray.

Ray leaned forward on the sofa and the two of us kissed rather tenderly. I needed 'tenderly' at that moment after my earth-shaking climax from Fiona. After we'd kissed a little, I ran my tongue down to Ray's manly nipples and sucked on each one. I could feel Ray jerk around a little as I did.

By the time I got down to Ray's cock, he already resembled a titanium steel rod with a mushroomed top on it. I again inhaled his cock, this time spending a lot more time loving his shaft. I alternated hands, letting each hand hold and then slide off his penis as I used tongue, lips and teeth – albeit gently – around the head.

I stopped when Ray's rod had a dark purple tint to it. I knew I'd brought him right up to the brink of an orgasm. Now I was going to allow him to back down a little.

He sighed and thanked me, then shuffled on his knees down to Stacy. In his own style he repeated a magnificent act of cunnilingus on her using just his mouth and tongue. I could tell the two were practiced lovers as they anticipated and moved to maximize pleasure for themselves or for their partner depending on the moment and the act.

Stacy came with a huge gasp of breath. Her back arched, breasts erect and pointing upward, and her head was thrown back as the ecstasy forced itself into the very fiber of her existence for a few seconds. We all watched with awe as she climaxed and then came back to our plane of existence.

After Stacy rested for a moment she rose and went to Josh. She fondled his cock briefly to ensure its hardness then mounted him, slowly lowering her pussy down his cock until the long rod disappeared fully into her body. She faced the three of us so we could watch his cock moving in and out of her body.

Now the two made love or fucked or had intercourse or screwed – whatever you want to call it. I could see the end was inevitable.

The pair changed positions several times. After bouncing on Josh for about five minutes as the rest of us looked on, Josh suddenly picked the two of them up and flipped then around so he was driving into Stacy. She looked most pleased with his act, relishing as his long cock made complete strokes in and out of her body – withdrawing until just the tip touched her pussy then thrusting his full length back into her.

Josh was hot and highly aroused from our earlier antics. His long rod pistoned in and out of Stacy's cunt as we watched, the pace shifting from slow to fast. I was enthralled watching my 'temporary boyfriend' fuck this woman that could have had a career as a model.

The two of them came together thanks to some subtle and whispered conversation between the two. We could all hear the urgings and pleadings but ignored them as we watched the erotic act the two chose to put on for us.

Josh threw his head back and made several last lunges into Stacy's body. She'd started rolling her hips and pussy up into his thrusting cock as she neared orgasm again. Then the two just became a frozen tableau for twenty seconds as Josh's seed shot into Stacy's vagina.

The two then collapsed, Josh allowing himself to sink into Stacy's arms. The pair kissed and nuzzled into each other.

Fiona slipped off the sofa next to the pair. She reached in between the couple and pulled Josh's penis out of Stacy. She cleaned the softening rod immediately by sucking it almost entirely into her mouth. Both Stacy and Josh watched her with great interest.

Fiona then nudged Josh entirely off of Stacy so she could gain access to Stacy's wet pussy. Before Fiona covered the area with her mouth I could see a significant rivulet of cum seeping from Stacy's nearly bald pussy. Fiona captured the fluid and sucked the rest of Josh's load out of Stacy over the next couple of minutes.

All this was more than I could stand. I started to toy with my pussy, lightly rubbing my clit as I watched the pair. 

I finally said to Fiona, "Share?"

Fiona pulled away from Stacy's pussy and knee-walked to me. I bent to kiss her and she snowballed the combined fluid of Josh, Stacy and her own saliva into my mouth. We French kissed for a long time as we swapped the tart fluids back and forth.

After we'd been kissing I felt a masculine pair of hands reach around me and embrace my breasts. Ray snuggled in behind me, his erect prick poking into my rear end. I waggled back at him.

With little effort I provided a good enough angle so that Ray could penetrate my pussy from behind. He slid in with little effort; I had pussy juice running down my legs I'd become so hot. We all had a sheen from our love making. 

Because of the rear angle and my kneeling to kiss Fiona, Ray couldn't get all the way into my body. I wanted his complete cock and full, deep penetration. Thus, I pulled off Ray and repositioned myself on the edge of the sofa so my pussy was right at Ray's 'cock level.' He smiled at me as he re-penetrated my body, this time sinking to his full depth – a depth that made me moan with pleasure and satisfaction.

Fiona moved to kiss Ray and allow him to fondle her breasts as he thrust in me. After a minute of this, she mounted my head and let me eat her pussy as she and Ray petted above me. 

I'd tasted her before but this rotation allowed me to feast on her juices en masse as she rolled her hips into my face. Her juices flooded my mouth – a nectar second to none.

I wanted to share Ray with Fiona so after another moment or two I pushed Ray away and said, "Fuck your beautiful wife. I want to watch."

Fiona lay next to me. Ray slipped his cock into her with a sudden thrust to full depth. Fiona let out a loud squeal of delight as he did. Now it was my turn to kiss Ray and encourage him with sight pictures of my breasts and pussy. I noticed that Stacy had adopted a provocative pose on the other side of Fiona. Ray was harder than diamond.

Ray announced, "I want to fuck both your pussies at the same time. I'm near. I want to cum with both of you."

I looked puzzled but Fiona understood.

Ray lay on the living room floor. Fiona put a cushion from the couch on either side of his hips. She got her ass on one of his legs and pushed forward until Ray's purple rock was nestled in her hairless cleft. 

Fiona looked at me and said, "You do the same thing from that side. If you need to you can lean back on the cushion. Push your pussy into his cock from that side of him. Slip your leg over mine and push into me."

I did what she said. The two of us had sandwiched Ray's cock between our pussies. He started to thrust up and down beneath us, the fluids flooding our slits providing lubrication for his long rod.

Ray's cock hit my clit every time he stroked up into the two of us. He was slowly sending me into orbit, plus I'd become even more stimulated watching our three-way intercourse. 

Stacy moved to assist the two of us, dripping some of her saliva atop Ray's cock to add further lubrication. She reached out with her hands and started to massage Fiona's and my clit when Ray's cock wasn't in the way. Her acts and the sight picture of her body next to us started to push me over the edge.

I said, "I think ...I'm ... I'm cuming any second."

"Me too," Ray gasped from beneath us.

"I'm there," Fiona screamed to the world. 

Fiona and I pushed forward giving Ray's cock a final squeeze between us just as he exploded.

Ray's cock created a fountain of cum. His first jet of cum arched about two feet in the air before landing on Fiona's abdomen. Subsequent jets fell on me or then oozed out over where the three of us were joined. Again, the volume of his emissions impressed me.

Stacy was on our union before I had even started to coast down from my orgasmic high. I felt her tongue sweep by my pussy over and over again.

I whispered to her again, "Share?"

She brought up a mouthful of Ray's cum, flavored slightly with Fiona's and my girl juices. We French kissed. She repeated the process with Fiona. Then, much to my surprise she repeated the process with Josh. I watched closely and he just accepted the oral juices with nothing but curiosity.

The three of us were spent, at least temporarily. 

After many minutes our after glows subsided slightly. "There's a magnificent pool and a perfect night sky just outside," I suggested.

Seconds later the five of us slid naked into the pool. 

I drifted into Josh's arms and we kissed.

"You happy?" I asked him.

"Yes. Very," he replied. "This evening, the past two hours, has been a peak experience for me. Watching you being loved by Fiona, loving Ray, loving Stacy in front of you, on and on, all experiences I'll never forget. The images are seared on my memory forever."

Josh paused and looked at me, "How are you doing? Feeling?"

"I'm very happy. I don't think I've ever been in such sexual heat before. I couldn't get enough sex – from you, Fiona, Stacy, Ray – and if the gardener had come by ... well he'd have been jumped. To tell the truth, I'm still cranked up a bit."

"Give me a little while to recover and we'll try to knock that last edge off," he whispered in my ear with an air of humor. We hugged and kissed some more – a lot more. 

Nearby, Ray, Fiona and Stacy billed and cooed into each other's faces too. After a bit, Stacy floated over to us and said, "The three of us are going to turn in. I think we want to make love again, just the three of us, if that's OK with you guys."

Josh said, "Oh, that's fine with us. The two of us want some alone time too. See you in the morning."

Stacy came to Josh and pasted her nude body against his and the two spent the better part of a minute kissing goodnight. I wasn't forgotten, however, for the following minute Stacy and I also kissed deeply and bid each other buenas noches.

Fiona came and repeated the process with the two of us. As we kissed she said, "I want you in my life forever. Please help make that happen." She turned to Josh and ran a hand down his face again then turned and left with her new husband and Stacy.

As the three of them walked from view into the bedroom Josh and I rejoined, kissing and smoothing one another. Vocally we were singing each other's praises. Soon, however, Josh's recovery became sufficient that I could feel his inflated penis rub against my leg.

I asked him, "Will you make love to me on the beach? I've never done it there and I want to with you."

He pulled me up the steps of the pool, gathered a beach blanket and several beach towels from the pile on the patio, and led me down the steps towards the Bay and the Pacific.

We picked a spot just up from the tide line. The beach was deserted and the night was dark. A sliver of a moon had just started to appear over the eastern sky. 

Josh lay back and I sucked on his handsome cock. The urgency to copulate had passed in our group setting. The two of us wanted this time alone and unrushed. 




Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 05



Josh hardened and I mounted him. I rode him for a long time, alternating speeds, often rolling my hips around to give him entirely different sensations. We repositioned and he fucked me doggie style for a while; I liked that position for his long cock stimulated my G-spot and it wasn't long before I allowed myself another orgasm.

Josh ate my pussy for a while, driving me ever higher with his talented tongue and lips. I urged him back in me and he re-entered from several different angles.

We came together, surrounded by the gentle breaking waves beside us and the panoply of stars over our heads. The experience was truly spiritual – a union of our souls and the Universe. There couldn't have been a finer moment anywhere.

After our afterglow had waned, Josh picked me up and carried me up to the house. We briefly dipped in the pool to wash off the beach and our last lovemaking session then we crashed into the night on another of the large beds – locked in each other's arms.

Josh kissed me awake the next morning. I blinked awake.

"No fair," I said, "I have morning breath that would kill a dragon from the Mexican food I ate last night."

He laughed and told me not to worry but that I should get up. "There's some sort of crew in the kitchen and the aromas and making my mouth water."

"I'm supposed to make your mouth water – not food!" I told him playfully.

He retorted, "Ah, but without food my ability to deliver pleasure to you will vanish. I'll end as nothing but a pile of famished bones."

I tugged on his cock, "Just keep this bone handy."

He pulled away but grabbed my arms and gently pulled me to a vertical position. I gradually got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I came out I asked Josh, "What are people wearing?"

"Nothing," he replied. "It's a come as you are breakfast." He smiled lecherously at me. I floated into his arms and we kissed, my mouth now tasting like peppermint toothpaste.

In the beautiful kitchen, Ray had mastered the coffee maker and seemed pleased to contribute some of the dark liquid to the cups at our places around the counter. Fiona had found containers of fruit and Stacy had found enough eggs and other fixings to wrestle up a Mexican omelet for us. All three were nude.

"You guys OK with what happened last night?" Fiona asked after we were seated and eating.

"Better than OK," I told her. "It's a night we'll never forget." I looked at Josh. "We both loved every second of it. We joined the 'Sex on the Beach Club' after you guys slipped away." I grinned at Josh; he looked proud of himself.

Fiona turned to Ray and said, "Put that on our 'to do' list." He laughed and rolled his eyes.

"What is on your list? What can we do this morning before we have to leave?" I asked the group rhetorically. 

Stacy chimed in, "I'd like to see the market. I hear there are all sorts of crafts and artwork there. I'd also like to walk around and take pictures in the marina. Would you guys like that ... or do you want something more physical?" She snickered at her last comment.

Josh answered for both of us, "We're fine physically – for now. I need to rest – and I'd like to spend a little fun time – the non-sexual kind - down here with my girlfriend. You guys are all insatiable – lovely but insatiable. I opt for walking around the market and marina for us. I'd like to get airborne right after lunch. We'll be flying into the clock."

I nodded my agreement with Stacy and Josh.

"OK, it's decided," Stacy announced. She looked at her lovers and added, "Of course, you two can stay here and consummate your marriage again if you want to."

Ray and Fiona looked at each other then laughed. Fiona said with a tone of great reluctance, "No, we'll come to the market." She looked at Ray and added, "But we do have some serious fucking plans for later this afternoon."

An hour later Josh and I had packed our bags and had put them in the car. The five of us drove back to the main part of the small city and played tourist for the morning. In the market I bought some small trinkets for some of my co-workers and a couple of mementos for myself. 

Stacy took about a thousand pictures, particularly around the marina where she had us pose against the picturesque background. She got some passersby to take group photos of the five of us and I made her promise to e-mail them all to me. I wondered if the photos and couple of Mexican crafts I'd bought would be the only things left from this weekend.

Somehow the reality that this was my last day as a 'temporary girlfriend' had started to hit home. I had a deep feeling of nostalgia; I didn't want this time to end. I wasn't sure what Josh thought but I wanted our newly formed relationship to continue. While he'd professed he liked me and thought I fit into his unusual family, he'd also been remarkably silent about what would happen in our lives after this weekend.

We ate lunch at a seafood restaurant that overlooked the marina. After our meal, Ray drove us out to the airport. Four of us stood and talked while Josh paid for the plane's overnight stay and fuel, checked weather, and filed our flight plan. A U.S. customs agent stationed at the airport came and checked our papers and the plane, allowing for our re-entry into the U.S. without needed to stop for a further customs check.

Amidst promises to visit each other either in Colorado or Boston soon, we all bid each other goodbye with a hail of kisses and bear hugs. I secretly wondered if I'd see any of them again.

Josh and I climbed in the Cessna Citation jet, folded up the stairway and settled into the cockpit as the others walked across the tarmac to watch our takeoff. 

Josh ran through several checklists and reminded me about safety exits and oxygen. He had me put my hand on the throttles as he advanced them and the plane started to move. He showed me how to steer the plane with my feet through the rudder pedals. We taxied to the end of the runway while Josh talked to ground control and got our clearance.

Josh explained, "We're flying to Denver to refuel. I have to pick-up something there too – a family thing that Katelyn's bringing to the airport for me. Pull back on the throttles just a little; keep your ground speed low as you taxi – this plane builds up a lot of momentum."

I nodded my acknowledgement but over-corrected by pulling the throttles back too far. Josh's steady hand on mine easily corrected my mistake.

Near the runway end we stopped and ran through a couple of checklists; Josh switched the radio over to the tower frequency and informed them we were ready to takeoff. The crisp voice from tower cleared us to the active runway for takeoff and told us to contact departure control on 126.25 Mhz after takeoff. I would have a lot to learn if I took up flying.

We took off towards the ocean and used about 4,800 feet of runway. Josh set our climb out at about 2,000 feet per minutes. We bid tower goodbye and switched to departure; they cleared us to flight level 410 and after a several minute had us switch frequencies to Mexicali enroute center.

Josh walked me through some of the instruments again and talked me through the entire flight, relating it back to his flight planning. He showed me some of the computer printouts he'd done at the Puerto Vallarta airport and explained each one including how to read the gibberish that turned out to be terminal weather reports.

The time flew by and soon we'd started our descent. Josh explained we were flying into Centennial Airport, a general aviation airport fifteen miles southeast of downtown Denver. We'd refuel there, pickup the things Josh was expecting, and then fly on to Boston.

We started our descent over New Mexico and again I loved flying over the mountains. Josh pointed out Pike's Peak and the Air Force Academy as we left the mountains for the foothills of the Rockies. Fifteen minutes latter our tires squeaked loudly as the sleek jet set down on the ten thousand foot long runway. We rolled out and taxied to one of the buildings for refueling and our stop. Josh shut down the jet's engines and suddenly it was so quiet.

We got up from our seats and Josh opened the door to the plane, lowering its self-contained stairs in the process. As we descended, Katelyn appeared, running across the tarmac screaming her joy at seeing us both again. My surprise showed, no doubt because my mouth was a gaping void – yet again. This was unexpected.

I looked at Josh and he said tersely, "Katelyn brought the things I needed to pickup – family stuff."

We hugged and kissed. Carl sauntered towards us too at a more sedate pace than his wife accompanied by another couple. Lots of introductions were made of the new couple, Doug and Beth Wittman. Both were in their early thirties. Doug possessed an athletic body and had a deep tan suggesting he spent some time outside. Beth had short brunette hair and a shapely figure. She had what I call a 'bubble ass' – making that part of her anatomy one of her outstanding features and head turner. I kissed both of them too.

We walked to the terminal but stood outside in the late afternoon sunshine as the jet got serviced on the ramp. After the fuel truck pulled away from the airplane Josh went inside and settled his fuel bill. I asked Josh how much the fuel bill had been and he told me about $4,500; I think my mouth fell open again.

We chattered at each other, reflected on the wedding and how nice the Villa in Puerto Vallarta had been. Carl told me that he, Katelyn, Beth and Doug had stayed at the house a year earlier and had been able to recommend it to Ray and Fiona. 

I grinned and asked Katelyn in a whisper, "Did you make love on the beach? You know, join the Beach Club?"

She grinned at me and said, "Yes. All four of us." Then she whispered to me again, "We swapped several times down there. Isn't it wonderful?"

I nodded enthusiastically. I could tell she had about a thousand questions about what had happened sexually during our overnight stay with the trio at their honeymoon villa. I pulled her aside and said, "We all made love to each other. I'll never forget the past twenty-four hours. Fiona or Stacy can fill you in on the details but I can tell you we're both fucked out. I don't think we'll try the Mile High Club on this flight."

She laughed and we hugged. 

Next I knew Josh started pulling me towards the airplane and we were waving goodbye again. "We'll be back soon," he told everyone.

All too soon we repeated the process of checklists, taxiing, takeoff and climb to altitude. With over a mile head start we were at our flight level sooner than when we took off at sea level. As we flew our flight plan route at 41,000 feet Josh pointed out that sunset on the ground occurred significantly earlier than it did for us at our altitude. Where there were no clouds I could see the shadows of sunset already lengthening on the ground.

Soon dusk reached even our altitude and in only a few minutes we were night flying. Josh pointed out the night-lights of Chicago then Detroit area, Cleveland, Buffalo and then we started our descent. We'd had a strong tailwind at altitude so had picked up almost an hour on our flight time. As we descended I thought I could see Boston from hundreds of miles away and it turned out I could. Further, at the same time I could see New York, Hartford, Albany, Providence and lots of other in between cities. Flying in the cockpit was so different from being in the back of the bus.

Many miles out I heard Boston Approach Control clear November-One-Bravo-Foxtrot for a straight-in, visual approach to runway one-one at Hanscom Field. I think we were still fifty or more miles away.

Josh's hands flew around the cockpit and he gave me a running commentary again on what he was doing. He had me read several checklists to him as we descended. When things got quiet he pointed out the airport to me amidst the sea of lights surrounding Boston. The airport was hard to see until I noticed the flashing green and white beacon.

Josh set the heavy aircraft down so gently that the transition from flight to the ground was unnoticeable. After we slowed, he pulled off the active runway and taxied back to our hanger. Two linemen and a 'tug' were there to greet us. One of them indicated where we should park the jet with a pair of lighted batons.

Josh seemed very happy as he gathered our gear from the storage locker at the back of the plane. He hummed and practically jumped around clicking his heels. 

One of the linemen pulled Josh's Porsche up beside the plane and put our suitcases and other bags into the back of the car. There appeared to be just enough space for all our things, particularly my souvenirs.

Josh drove us into Boston along Route 2. As we hit Cambridge he asked if I was hungry.

"Not only am I hungry, but I think my throat's been cut. Several diet cokes is not my idea of a full meal on a cross country flight." I grinned at him yet inside I wondered if now, after our wonderful weekend, we'd just go back to being coffee buddies once in a while. I had a little moment when I choked up and couldn't talk.

"Good," Josh said oblivious to my thoughts and emotions. "I think we have just enough time to make dinner at one of my favorite spots. Since the weather is so nice and clear, I'm sure you'll like it."

Josh shot around some of the Cambridge roundabouts and crossed over the Charles River onto the Boston side of the river. Next I knew he took an exit and headed into the parking garage under Boston's Prudential Center.

We locked up the car and rode the elevator up to the fifty-second floor to the Top of the Hub. I had never been there and as we got off the elevator and stepped into the lounge I could see why a pilot would like this place. The view was spectacular. Lights were visible in every direction and we could see part of Boston's Logan Airport towards the east. 

A hostess led us to a window table in the lounge and we sat. Doug ordered us both a glass of wine. "Finally I can have a libation," he said. 

"Oh, that's right. Except for one glass of wine at the wedding I haven't seen you drink anything alcoholic since we left."

Josh explained, "It has to do with being as sharp witted as I can be as a pilot. The general rule is eight hours from bottle to throttle but I try to be more conservative than that. Sometimes I'll not drink if I even think I might fly the next day. I enjoy wine but I'm really not much of a drinker anyway."

We chatted some more and ordered a light dinner. A jazz trio was entertaining; a few people were dancing. The crowd was thin and I attributed that to it being a Monday night. Josh and I were about the last to order. I blanched at the prices posted on the menu but they didn't seem to bother Josh.

After a silence I realized I was mildly jet lagged and that the whirlwind weekend had started to catch up with me. Josh on the other hand had started to come alive. He swept me up onto dance floor.

"You know I like dancing with you," he told me. "I think we dance well together."

"Women like to dance," I said. "It's a sure way to a woman's heart."

"Vertical sex," Josh whispered in my ear. I ran my left hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. I leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you," he said. "You are genuine aren't you?" We stopped dancing and walked the few paces back to our table.

"What you see is what you get," I said as we sat. "My mother always said if you try to be someone you aren't, the only person you'll end up fooling is yourself. I'd past twenty before I started to understand what she meant. People have to take me for who I am. I can accommodate but I can't change."

"I like that philosophy – your last statement," he said. After a long pause during which we stared out the windows, Josh suddenly asked me, "So did you like being my 'temporary girlfriend' for the weekend?"

I reached across the table and touched his hand. "It's changed my life forever. You've changed my life forever. Your family. Oh my God, the sex and love I've felt from you all. I can't say enough."

I paused and looked at him. My eyes started to tear up and I got a knot in my throat suddenly. I couldn't talk through my tears and the realization that all this was going to end – here and now. I didn't want this to end and I had the sudden feeling that this was a 'thank you and goodbye' conversation.

I choked and snorted a little as I held back a sob. "I'm sorry," I mumbled almost under my breath, "I just didn't want our time together to end."

Now Josh reached across the table and took my hand. "Neither do I."

He slid from his chair and into the empty aisle of the lounge. Josh shuffled on his knees so he could be next to me, never once letting go of my hand.

Josh brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. "Megan ... will you marry me?"

I couldn't believe my ears. I broke into nearly uncontrollable crying as I screamed, "YES, YES, YES! Oh, I will, I will."

I threw my arms around Josh and we hugged and kissed. I couldn't believe I'd gone from near depression to elated joy in ten seconds.

Josh reached in his pocket and pulled out a diamond ring. The two or three carat diamond was surrounded by a delicate pattern of baguettes and an antique hand-made setting. I'd never seen a ring like it.

He took my hand and as about a hundred patrons and staff watched us, he slipped the ring on my finger. I then leapt out of my chair and into his arms.

"Oh, Josh. I'm so glad ... happy ... everything." I was all teary again. I sobbed, almost uncontrollably for a minute.

Other patrons watched and it didn't take too much imagination to figure out what had just happened between the two of us. We both sat down again. Josh would have kept holding both of my hands but I had to wipe the tears of joy from my eyes frequently in order to see. Eventually I looked around the lounge; there were a lot of smiling faces and heads nodding in our direction.

Then suddenly our waitress, the hostess and the bartender all came over carrying a cupcake with a sparkler going full tilt on it. Our waitress said, "You guys just made everyone here feel good. Congratulations from all of us." Everyone – even the other patrons - applauded. Now I was blushing. We thanked everyone.

I was speechless, a rare state for me. My brain knew a thousand questions to ask and all I could do be silent, wipe my teary eyes, maintain my silly smile of ultimate happiness, and keep looking at the ring on my left hand. It could have been plastic but instead it was this beautiful piece of art. Josh looked pretty happy too and pleased with himself.

Josh explained, "The ring belonged to my mother's mother. It's a family heirloom."

"OH," I exclaimed as I suddenly connected the dots. "Is this why we stopped in Denver?"

"Yeah," he said in a humble voice. "Katelyn had been keeping the ring in Denver for my eventual use. She and Fiona had a bet that I'd never claim it or give it to anyone."

I stammered, "So ... so you knew in Mexico? Before we left? Did Fiona and Stacy know?"

"I actually knew in Aspen before we went to Mexico, and yes, Fiona and Stacy knew. Katelyn had to get the ring from her safe deposit box this morning. Fiona called her just after we left Puerto Vallarta to tell her when we were arriving in Denver and to tell her not to spill the beans. Megan, you are so perfect. You are every guy's best dream and I don't want to have you anywhere other than in my life – all the time, forever and ever."

"But I sort of slept around. Stacy, Ray, Fiona. You know if Katelyn and Carl had been there I'd have done them too, and probably Doug and Beth. I'm bisexual. Are you sure? You're OK with all that?"

"I'm better than OK with that," Josh said. "Last Thursday at dinner and on our flight I told you my philosophy about relationships. I meant it. We're going to have an open marriage. I want us to be each other's home base but I want us to keep growing, learning and finding joy in the world for ourselves. I know other people will provide those avenues to you and sometimes that will involve intimacy of some kind. I don't mind and hope you won't."




Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 05



"Oh, Josh, I love you so." I thought for moment and added, "And I love Fiona, Katelyn, Stacy, Ray, Carl and the whole world too."

I paused and said, "When I go into work tomorrow and my friends ask me how my weekend went, I am going to absolutely blow everyone's mind telling them I got engaged to a guy I met a week ago. My parents are going to be blown away too."

"Regrets," Josh asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Not one iota," I said with a big grin. I leaned across the table and kissed him again.

We swung by my apartment and picked up a few more clothes that I held on my lap as we drove to Josh's condo. I moved in that night at his insistence and over the following weeks gradually created Megan spaces that had been exclusively Josh spaces. He didn't mind a bit and helped me every step of the way.

We didn't leap to get married. It wasn't that we weren't sold on each other. From when we met I did nothing but fall deeper in love with Josh every day that went by. He often told me the same thing. We planned a wedding the following May.

During the next year, we made frequent trips to Colorado, often joining other family members at Chateau Eagle Pines or at their homes in the Denver area. Josh hired some other portfolio managers for the Bannock Foundation and for the first time started to delegate some of the work that had consumed him so. Together we created space for work, play, and family in each other's lives. The theme of love permeated all we did - and now all we do.

We thought of going back to Puerto Vallarta for our honeymoon, but then I found a beachside villa in the Caribbean that was near a 10,000 foot paved runway and large enough to allow Fiona, Stacy, Ray, Carl, Katelyn, Doug and Beth as well as the two of us to all honeymoon together. Someday soon, if there's any interest, I'll write about the year of our engagement and what we did that week on a Caribbean island.

Namasté.

The End. 

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