6 comments/ 28012 views/ 23 favorites A Late Summer Beach Weekend By: RichardHandcock It was late on a Thursday afternoon in the middle of September. I was busying myself around the small town home I rented preparing for house guests. My college girlfriend, Mandy, and whoever was her flavor-of-the-month boyfriend would be here shortly. They were on their way from Dallas, where Mandy moved for a job after graduation. They were spending the night and then were accompanying my boyfriend Nick and I to the beach for the weekend. My uncle owns a camp right on the beach on Dauphin island near Gulf shores. The camp isn't on the nicest or most groomed beach but the sands are white and it is secluded and peaceful. I had been going there for years and It was one of my favorite places in the world to go. I was certainly looking forward to seeing Mandy. We got together pretty regularly after school but careers and life in general had gotten in the way recently. I hadn't seen her in a year, the longest time away from her since graduation. We texted more now than anything else. She was one of those friends, though, that no matter how long it had been since we had seen each other, we fell right back into the comfortable patterns of old friends who used to live together. My cell phone rang. It was Mandy just as I was thinking about her. "Where y'all at?" I answered. "About thirty five miles north of I-10," said Mandy, "I can't wait to see you!" "Same here, it's been way too long. By the way, tell me your current boyfriend's name, I can't ever keep them straight," I said in a teasing voice with a touch of sarcasm. "His name is Brett. You know his name, I've told you about him before. I have been with him for almost a year, remember?" she replied. The tone in her voice was sincere and with genuine disbelief that I has asked the question. "Oh, right," I recovered, "I'm sorry, I'm just distracted. I'll call Nick and tell him when we plan to meet him for dinner and I'll see you soon." We said goodbyes and hung up. I stood in the kitchen in shock. Brett...Brett...Brett... I racked my brain trying to remember. Had she really been with him that long? The truth is she always talks about her boyfriend but she always has a boyfriend and I quit paying attention to them a long time ago. Mandy attracted men but had a philosophy that men should be like Kleenex: soft, strong and disposable. It was rare for her to keep a boyfriend more than six months. I certainly can't remember when she had a relationship lasting longer. Nearly a year!? I have to admit I was actually curious to meet this one. Mandy had zero-tolerance for supplicating men enchanted by her looks but also would not put up with an abusive asshole with no respect for her. In thinking about it, maybe that's why she never kept a man around as she ultimately decided he fell into one of those two categories. Let's face it, men in between are hard to find. Okay, now I really want to meet him. Of course, that just made me think about my man. Where did Nick fall on that spectrum? Honestly he wasn't worth classifying. If Nick were a dress, he'd be the one that fits pretty well in the store, looks okay, is maybe worn once and then spends the rest of its life in the back of your closet. The truth was, he was good enough to keep around until something better came along. He wasn't a complete asshole, was pretty good looking and had a decent job. I had dates on the weekend and regular albeit not very good sex. I knew this relationship wasn't going to go anywhere long-term. If for no other reason, I was a rebound for Nick who had broken up with his off-and-on girlfriend of three years. They had broken up six months ago and we had been together for three months. He was still hung up over her, a girl can just tell. For now, anyway, he was justly slightly better than being alone, even if I wasn't proud of that fact. I am a strong woman and certainly don't need a man...I guess I reconcile it in my head with the idea that it's my choice to stay with a situation that is comfortable, if not ideal. I picked up the phone and called the subject of my pondering and told him to be over at my house at 6 o'clock. I finished making up the guest room and picking up the house. I was mostly packed and my suitcase lay open on the floor of my bedroom. I got cleaned up and changed into jeans and a blouse. I was just finishing my makeup when I heard a car pull up out front. I opened the door and saw a large black pickup truck with Texas plates stop curbside as it was hauling a trailer with what appeared to be a covered single-person watercraft, like a Jet Ski. Mandy hopped out of the passenger and headed briskly toward me. I was instantly reminded why she was so successful turning men's (and not a few women's) heads. She was gorgeous. She was tall, 5'7" brunette beauty that looked a bit like a more natural looking Megan Fox. She had shoulder length hair currently in a loose ponytail. She had long legs and curves and boobs I would kill for. I am an attractive woman, I don't mind admitting it, but even I felt a little plain standing next to her. No matter that, she was one of my best friends and I was really glad to see her. She strode up to me in her light blue sundress and embraced me in a tight hug. "Jane! I missed you so much!" She said in my ear and then released me with a kiss on the cheek. "Come meet Brett." She took my hand and led me toward the car as her boyfriend had exited the driver side and was rounding the hood of the truck, heading in our direction. I was shocked. This was unlike any of the pretty-boys and bow-hunks whose arms Mandy typically adorned. The first thing I noticed was his age. Mandy and I are in our late twenties and he had to be at least in his early forties. He wore jeans that fit well and boots and a short sleeve button-down simple white linen shirt. He had dirty blonde hair with noticeable gray. He was good looking but not like I was used to when it came to Mandy. He reminded me of a celebrity but I couldn't place which one. He approached me with a crooked but warm smile and shook my hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Jane. Mandy has told me all about you, especially in the last hundred miles," he said with a chuckle. His voice was a nice baritone with a hint of Texas drawl. The first thing I thought was that Mandy had simply up and found herself a sugar daddy. He clearly was far from broke, based on his truck and clothes and toys. However, two things convinced me otherwise. The first was the way Mandy was behaving around him. He stood there, loose and relaxed while she hung on his arm and kept glancing at him. The only word I could think of to describe the look she gave him was "adoration." It was a little unsettling as I had never seen Mandy act this way around one of her boyfriends. The other thing that convinced me was the first thought I had to admit I had when he was strolling toward me: Where can I get me one of those? We went in the house. I told them Nick was on his way and then we could go to dinner. Brett declined to sit as he had been sitting for the last several hours. I offered them a drink and they accepted. I showed Brett the bar and he fixed all three of us a drink. Mandy and I chatted it up and Brett just mainly listened. My phone beeped and Nick said he would be there in five minutes. Nick rang the bell a few minutes later. I answered it and in came my boyfriend. He was Mandy and I's age. He was wearing jeans and a red polo shirt. He had dark hair and sharp features. He was pretty good looking but he had a goofy way about him. I introduced him to Mandy and Brett and watched as his eyes went wide when he saw Mandy. I am used to it by now but it doesn't help a girl's self-esteem when your boyfriend does it in front of you. Nick and Brett shook hands. Pleasantries exchanged we headed out to dinner. Brett said he would drive and led the way to his truck. Nick and I followed him and Mandy. I noticed Nick eyeing Mandy's swaying hips and long legs and I was about to give him an elbow to the ribs but I couldn't really blame him. First, she was really that hot and second because I was watching Brett's ass the whole time so I wasn't exactly innocent. We went to a local casual seafood restaurant where the food is really good but their service is a little slow. We drank and talked as we waited for our food to get there. Brett really was a quiet one but I gathered he was an entrepreneur that owned several business involving construction or something. Frankly Mandy I and were talking mostly among ourselves as we hadn't seen each other in a while. Nick was starting to annoy me, however. First, he was being clingy and always touching me; my hand, my arm. He walked me to the table with his arm draped over me. I had noticed him do it before but it was never this bad or at least didn't annoy me as much as it was tonight. It was like he was having to announce to the world that I was his. It made me want to push him away. Then I suddenly realized what it was. He was intimidated by Brett. I started paying attention to their conversation and listening as Nick kept changing subjects, trying to get Brett to debate him on this, that or the other. Brett, however, dodge and deflected if not flatly refused to engage him. I watched Brett who looked on at Nick with bemused indifference, like Nick was something he had to endure but wasn't worth complaining about. I was embarrassed for Nick that he couldn't see it. Brett looked at him like a kid. We arrived back home and Mandy and Brett brought in overnight bags. Nick kept a few things at my place as he had stayed over before. The boys watched the NFL game while Mandy and I continued chatting. Nick had planned on returning home as he hadn't brought his luggage with him. He didn't leave however saying he was engrossed with the game. I wondered if he thought Brett was going to steal me or something. The thought of this older hot guy dumping my gorgeous best friend to try and steal me three hours after meeting me was silly. Surely he didn't really think that, but I was beginning to wonder if his insecurities did in fact run that deep. It was late and Nick casually mentioned that he would just crash here and leave early to finish packing and we could pick him up from his place. Even an idiot could tell he was broadcasting his desire to get laid. I frankly wasn't much in the mood. I was tired from cleaning and packing and his antics of the evening were certainly no a way to get a girl in the mood. Brett and Mandy seem nonplussed and announced they would be retiring. I showed them to the bedroom. When I returned I found Nick on my bed in his boxers. He patted the bed next to him in invitation. "You know we have to get up early in the morning, Nick." I said looking for a convenient excuse rather than tell him I was just not in the mood. "Oh right, well just get in bed and let me snuggle you." Nick's reply was upbeat but I could read the disappointment on his face. I went in the bathroom and changed into loose shorts and a T-shirt. He had turned the lights off and the only light was the glow from the LED light on the cable box. I crawled in bed and he wrapped his arms around me. He started to kiss my neck. He was persistent, I'll give him that. I enjoy sex and it wasn't like me to turn it down but I wasn't getting into it. I kissed him back, trying to see if I could get into it with a little effort. He responded but I ultimately broke it off. "We really do have to get up early...I'll make it up to you tomorrow." I said to Nick, whose body sagged in frustrated resignation. He lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. I did the same and our bodies were barely touching. I turned to my side and Nick spooned up behind me. We lay there together in silence. It was a few minutes later, sleep eluding both of us, when we heard the sound. It started low, I thought I had heard something but didn't know what it was. The weather was starting to get mild and the normal hum of the air conditioner was not present. The silence was broken again by the sound, now a little louder. It was a moan. It was Mandy. I could tell she was trying to remain quiet but was failing with each new moan. I confess I rolled my eyes a little as I knew Mandy was a hot blooded woman. This certainly wasn't the first time I heard her having sex. With each moan I realized this was different. Whatever Brett was doing in there to her she was clearly enjoying immensely. Imaging what exactly that was he was doing starting waking my body up. I felt Nick stir behind me. He was still awake and listening as well. I felt the insistent bulge in his shorts poking at me. I racked my brain trying to decide if I had just forgotten what she had sounded like because I certainly didn't remember listening to anything this hot. "Are you going to let them show us up?" Nick whispered in my ear. No, No I wasn't. I turned and Nick and I began to kiss. I reached into his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his stiff prick, jacking it slowly inside his shorts. He pulled my shirt over my head and went to suck on my nipples. He pushed my hand away and rolled me onto my back, digging his hand into my panties. He was horny and hurried and he shoved his fingers into my pussy, which was very wet from listening to the couple in the other room. I could still hear Mandy moaning but nothing of Brett, I could only imagine what he was doing to her. Nick stopped to shed his clothes, which took less than a second. He pulled at my panties and I raised my hips to slide them off. He laid on this back and pulled me on top of him. He kissed me as I felt his bare cock grinding against my sex. It felt good, I was really horny at this point but Nick and I had always used a condom and I had no intention of breaking that tradition this evening. I kept kissing him but dismounted him and lay next to him. I dropped my hand to stroke him again and he sucked in a breath, breaking off the kiss. I felt the pressure on my shoulders, his silent urging for me to drop down and use my mouth on him. I had no use for foreplay tonight, I really was tired. Instead, I reached for the drawer of the nightstand and fetched a condom. I tossed it to him. He fumbled with the foil, tearing it open with urgency. As he rolled the condom on the sounds from the spare bedroom changed. Mandy's moans were now staccato cries that were matched by the rhythmic steady sound of the bed slamming against the wall. Brett was fucking her. Brett was fucking her good and hard. Damn that's hot, I thought. I lay back and motioned with my head to the wall. "Fuck me like that, Nick," I said, goading on his ego. He climbed on top of me and guided his cock to my entrance. He pushed and slipped inside of me. He was of average size but it felt good as he began to pump in and out. I closed my eyes and listened to the couple down in the next room. I knew I had never heard Mandy make those sounds. He was taking her, ravaging her. She made throaty lustful cries as he slammed his cock into her again and again and again. In my mind's eye I pictured him on top of her, fucking her luscious body. I grabbed Nick's ass and urged him to go faster, deeper. I moaned but not very loudly because I didn't want Mandy to hear me, not that she would pay attention to anything else at the moment. I didn't want her to hear because I knew it would sound forced. Nick was not making me feel what I was hearing in Mandy. I focused on them. I used Nick like a sex toy, fucking myself on his latex covered prick. My mind was in the next room. I had already heard Mandy cum at least once, maybe twice and Brett fucked her through them with no abatement. Nick was saying something, trying to talk dirty to me. I wish he would shut up. I was getting close. I heard Mandy's cries get more insistent, the tempo increased as Brett fucked her hard and fast, determined to extract another delicious orgasm from her. When Mandy cried out I felt my own orgasm shoot through me. I let go of my grip on Nick and lay in the afterglow as he continued to pump me. I had almost forgotten he was there, so lost was I in listening to Brett and Mandy. Nick moaned and froze and his body shuddered as he climaxed into the condom inside me. I pushed him out and off of me and he got up. He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the toilet as he flushed the condom. The whole time Brett did not let up on Mandy. "Damn." Brett's only whispered comment as he got back in the bed. He was referring to the impressive performance next door. He lay next to me and tried to cuddle me but he sensed I was distant. He rolled on his back and was snoring in less than a minute. I looked over at him, he was completely sacked out. I slowly got up, donned a robe and crept to the door. I tiptoed down the hallway toward the guest bedroom door. Mandy's cries got louder as I got closer to the door and she got closer to another orgasm. I was right outside the door now, inches away. I could hear the wet, slapping sounds of Brett fucking her. His low animal-like grunts growing in urgency. I let my robe fall open and I dropped my hand to my soaking swollen pussy and I began masturbating to the sounds behind the door. Mandy came again with a long wail of pleasure but I was listening for Brett. I wanted to cum with him. I could hear it, he was getting close. "Cum for baby..." Mandy urged him on in a hoarse voice. "let it go...fill me up..." Brett's thrusts were hard and fast. My fingers were a blur, fluttering back and forth against my clit. Brett let out a growling grunt and the thrusting stopped as he emptied himself into her deep. I grabbed the wall for support as my own orgasm shook my body and my knees buckled. I came down from it listening to Brett's ragged by slowing breath and Mandy cooing with pleasure. "Ohhhh...ohhh...I can feel it in meee." Mandy's quiet voice came through the door. I felt a sudden stab of guilt at eavesdropping on their lovemaking. Guilt mixed with a healthy dose of envy. I crept back to my room, where Nick still lay snoring on his back. I lay in the bed, curled on my side, not touching him. The house was still and silent and sleep enveloped me. Nick's alarm went off early. We were trying to hit the road as early as possible and he still had to finish packing. I heard the shower as he cleaned himself up quickly. He came over to the bed, leaned down to kiss me goodbye. He smelled like soap. "I'll be ready in around an hour, text me when you are on your way to pick me up," Nick said as he got up to leave. "K," I mumbled sleepily. My alarm went off 30 minutes later. I showered and dressed in comfortable sun dress as we would be traveling all day. I found Mandy in her room, already clean and dressed, also in jeans. She was packing up their overnight bags. Brett was no where around. "How did you sleep?" I asked a bright-eyed Mandy who was startled a little at me in the doorway. "Great, thanks." "I bet you did." I said with a wicked grin. Mandy went scarlet and looked away. "Brett is loading up the rest of our stuff and checking the trailer. We were up early and we heard Nick leave. What time do you want to get going?" I was surprised Mandy changed the subject. She was not the shy type at all, particularly when it came to sex. She was really embarrassed and I had to wonder why. I didn't get a chance to question it, however, as Brett chose that moment to show up. "As soon as we are loaded. We have to go by the store for groceries and we can hit the Starbucks on the way to pick up Nick to get coffee and something for breakfast. Will you give me a hand Brett?" I motioned Brett to follow me into my bedroom and help me haul out my suitcase. The three of us loaded my beach stuff and luggage into the bed of the truck. I climbed into the backseat and we were off. I texted Nick and told him we'd be there in forty-five minutes as we needed to hit the grocery store. We stopped at the local market to get groceries, snacks and drinks as we didn't want to have to go into town once we got there. We pulled through the Starbucks drive through, trailer and all, and ordered lattes, muffins and scones. I went ahead and got Nick his usual. I was surprised he hadn't texted me back. I sent him another text telling him we were on our way and would be there in five minutes. A Late Summer Beach Weekend We pulled up to Nick's house. He was sitting on the steps of his porch. When he saw us he glanced down at his shoes. Something was not right here, I thought. He had no luggage with him. His car was parked in the driveway behind another car I didn't know. There was someone else here. What the fuck is going on? I didn't like the looks of this at all. Brett and Mandy sensed it. "We'll just wait in the car," said Mandy, trying to be helpful. I got out of the truck and approached Nick. He could barely look at me. "Hey...Jane...look...um...we need to talk." Nick stumbled on his words. We need to talk?! We need to talk?! Now? Are you fucking kidding me? I tried to restrain my anger. "Now is kind of a difficult time to 'talk', Nick. My friends are in the truck...right over there. We are leaving to go to the beach for the weekend, or has that slipped your mind? Tell me what the fuck is going on!" I tried to keep my anger under control. He still hadn't told me what it was but I had a pretty good idea it didn't involve some serious family emergency. He stood up, his body clearly standing in between me and the front door. He was protecting something...or someone. "Look, Jane, I'm really sorry. I know the timing is not right. You're a great girl, really, it's just...well Melissa was waiting for me this morning and I will never forgive myself if I didn't try to make it work." Nick blurted out the whole speech, certainly rehearsed. At first I was stunned. "You're breaking up with me. On the morning of our weekend away. With my friends in the car. With my friends watching. With her in the house." I said the words incredulously more to the universe than to him. "Look, I feel horrible about this and I am really sorry." Nicks lukewarm apology pissed me off more than anything. I was furious, but I was mostly angry at myself for putting up with this pathetic boy for even three months. "Look, Nick, I appreciate that. This is the part where I am supposed to cry and be humiliated and all of that. But really I want to thank you for letting me realize how pathetic you are. You are welcoming this woman back, whatever her name is, after you 'broke up' six months ago. I'm sure what really happened is she left you for some asshole who charmed her. Now that he's done fucking her, much better than you ever could..oh and by-the-way I can say that with conviction, she's come crawling back to you for a paycheck and a shoulder to cry on. When she leaves you again do not even THINK about calling me." I turned my back on him and walked back to the truck. He stood there dumbfounded. Brett didn't wait for me to tell him to go, he saw the whole scene and just pulled away. Mandy turned around in her seat and my tears started to come. I wasn't heartbroken, I was embarrassed and ashamed. "His ex came back and he broke up with me. I am actually glad I didn't invest any more time with him. I'm just embarrassed, it's not like I get broken up with in front of people I know on a regular basis. What an asshole. I can't believe I didn't realize how pathetic he was." I was rambling in frustrated disbelief. "We don't have to go to the beach if you don't want to go." Mandy was always so supportive. "We can just hang around town." "Hell no," I said, "I'm not letting that loser mess up my weekend. I love going to the cabin. I just don't want to feel like a third wheel all weekend." "Oh don't worry about that," Mandy tried to reassure, "we will have fun. We will hang on the beach and drink and eat. It's just what you need. What do you think Brett?" Brett didn't answer at first. Then I realized he was merging onto the interstate, heading due east. Mandy waited patiently for him to answer. I almost thought maybe he had tuned out the drama and hadn't heard her question. But he turned his head to the rear and looked at me, dropping his eyes below my face for a tiny moment. He turned his attention back to the road. "I'll manage." Mandy hit him playfully in the arm. He reflected some more and continued to speak. "I'll tell you one thing, Jane. Mandy keeps going on to me how smart you are. I started to wonder about that last night at dinner, but maybe she was onto something." "What did I say at dinner last night?" I asked, Nick suddenly forgotten as I was wanted to know just what the hell he meant by that. "Nothing you said, sweetheart, it's what was coming out of that guy's mouth you brought with you." He looked at me in the rear-view mirror and he was smiling. I laughed and our weekend vacation had truly begun. I reached for the untouched latte I had gotten for Nick, there was no need for it to go to waste. Around forty miles west of Mobile traffic got slow. We were already behind schedule due to the delay caused by the Nick situation. There was some sort of wreck ahead according to the internet. We decided to pull off and eat from the food we brought and let traffic unwind. We pulled off at a truck stop parking lot and had an impromptu in-truck picnic. We dug in the cooler and pulled out sandwiches, vegetables, dip and sodas. We ate with the truck running to keep cool. Mandy was dipping carrots in hummus and chatting with me. Brett just ate a sandwich and listened. Mandy was talking animatedly with her hands when a large dollop of hummus fell from her carrot and landed on her thigh. "Whoops!" laughed Mandy. Brett quickly reached down and wiped up the hummus on his finger. He held it out to Mandy expectantly. "No, Brett, just use your napkin and wipe it off." He didn't move his finger. Mandy blushed, another rare occurrence. She protested again but he didn't move. She looked at me in exasperation then opened her mouth and wrapped it around his finger. He pulled it out slowly and the hummus was gone. Mandy was scarlet. I thought about the sounds they made last night and the fact that I was alone with no man, even one like Nick, and all I could do was shake my head and think: this is going be a long weekend. Finally, we were crossing the bay bridge on hwy 193. The sun was setting by the time we pulled off the road to the cabin. Our cabin was at the end of a long line of houses. We called it the cabin but it was a relatively nice two story beach house. The lot sizes were decent for the area but the owners rarely came much after Labor Day. It was clear we would have the beach to ourselves. When I was younger we would have large extended family weekends here. There were never enough beds so my cousins and I would pitch tents and camp out on the beach. Despite the empty house I wanted to camp out on the beach like when I was young. It was a nostalgic thing for me and there's nothing like sleeping right next to the ocean. The nights were getting cooler but still pleasant. The only issue with camping at this time of year was the frequent rain, but the skies were clear at the moment. The house was set back from the beach and there was a long walkway that ran two hundred yards down the dunes to get to the beach. Light was getting scarce so we just took the tents and bedrolls and trekked them down, opting to fully unload the truck in the morning. By the time we had actually pitched the tents it was dark and we had to lay out the bedrolls and blankets by flashlight. Brett set to building a fire ring and laying wood for a fire as Mandy and I retrieved the Italian food we had picked up at a restaurant in town on the way in. Brett came in and we were famished and tired after the long trip. We drank wine and ate lasagna. We each grabbed a beach chair from the house and carried it down to where the fire was ready to light. Brett got it going and we sat and talked and watched the stars to the sounds of the surf. I confess to continually filling my wine glass as I was slightly depressed. I was glad I had come, but the tent near me with its single bedroll in it was a constant reminder that I was be going to be sleeping alone. It was an hour later when I stood up from my beach chair and I quickly realized I had drunk a little more wine than I should have and I almost lost my balance. Mandy swooped in and stabilized me with her arm around my shoulders. "Come on, sweetie, let's get you to bed." "Uh huh," was my only slurred reply. She helped me stumble to my tent. She unzipped it for me and I crawled inside. I shed my dress and my bra and just collapsed onto my bedroll wearing nothing but panties. Mandy leaned down and kissed my cheek and pulled a blanket over me as the air was beginning to chill a bit. She said nothing and backed out of the tent. As she was zipping it closed my last thought before I passed out from drink and exhaustion was that I felt like I was a kid who had just been tucked in. I woke up in the middle of the night. My head was still fuzzy and I had to pee. There was no sound but the waves of the night surf and the wind. A strong offshore wind was blowing. I didn't hear Brett or Mandy talking so I didn't bother getting dressed. I unzipped the tent and looked outside to see the fire had died to embers. I didn't want to walk all the way back to the cabin so I headed over to the edge of the grassy dunes. I shed my panties and peed right in the sand, wiping myself with the cotton underwear with no intention of putting them back on. Relieved, I walked naked back toward my tent. In the moonlight I saw something that jarred me fully awake. The tide had come in and the water was dangerously close to my tent. My tent was pitched closer to the water than Mandy's. Just as I noticed this a wave came onshore and ran straight into my tent. The stakes on the shore-side held but I knew that everything inside was soaked with cold saltwater. "Shit!" I cursed quietly aloud. I was in a pickle. My luggage was still in the truck as we hadn't unpacked completely. I was completely naked, getting cold and I was still a little tipsy. I realized my only choice was to hike up the trail to the cabin and crawl in an actual bed. As I turned to head in that direction I heard the zipper on Mandy's tent door. I covered myself instinctively with my hands as Mandy emerged with a blanket wrapped around her. "Jane," she whispered, "what's going on?" Seeing as it was just her, I dropped my hands and walked over to her. We spoke in whispers. "A wave soaked my tent while I was out peeing. I am going up to the cabin." "Don't go all the way up there in the middle of the night. You can share our tent." "Mandy! I'm naked! And by the looks of it, so are you!" I hissed in protest. "Don't be silly. It's in the middle of the night and Brett is sacked out. Here, take this and wrap yourself in it and come back to bed. You don't want to go up there all alone." She dropped the blanket and held it out for me. I took it and wrapped it around me. She was completely naked and I marveled at her luscious body silhouetted in the moonlight. She was right, the thought of walking up to the dark and empty cabin alone was certainly not appealing. I acquiesced to her and she turned and bent down to dunk into the tent. I confess I took a nice look at her curvy ass as she ducked into the darkness. I followed. The tent was warm and smelled of sex. Brett was off to the left side on the edge of the tent on his back, covered from the waist down with another blanket. His slow rhythmic breaths indicated he was in deep sleep. Mandy lay next to him and pulled the blanket over her. She patted to the empty space to her left. The tent was big enough that I would have plenty of room on the bedroll. I was still embarrassed by the whole situation. I lay down and turned my back on Mandy and faced the tent wall opposite to them. I pulled the blanket up to my neck in modesty and an attempt to get warm. I lay still and waited for sleep to return. Sleep didn't come. I was awake now and couldn't turn my mind off. I thought about Nick. I thought about Mandy and Brett and the events of a long day. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't relax and sleep. The thought that kept coming back to me was what I had heard the previous night. I had never heard Mandy get fucked like that. I thought about the fact he had done that to her again tonight. In this tent just a few feet away from me. That they were still naked. I was naked. Then it dawned on me. I was just really, really horny. There was no way I was going to get to sleep in this condition. I listened to Mandy's steady breathing that told me she too was back asleep. I slowly moved my hand down between my legs. Still on my side, I parted my thighs just barely and slipped my fingers between them. I was soaking wet. Trying to remain as still as possible I just traced slow circles around my swollen clit. I let my mind wander. In it I imagined that I was the one who was making those sounds last night. That it was me getting fucked like she was and I let myself admit it was Brett who was doing it in my fantasy. I circled my clit fast but began to get frustrated with the limitations of my current position. Slowly I rolled to my back and splayed my legs. I was getting hot under the blanket and I pushed it down, exposing my breasts to the cool air which stiffened my nipples. I glanced right to make sure Mandy and Brett were still sleeping before turning my attention to flushed and wet pussy. I abandoned the slow circles and began using two fingers to run the length of my slit, slipping my fingers inside of me on the down stroke. It was still difficult as I had to limit my bodily movements and I was so aroused I wanted to writhe with the pleasure I was administering to myself. I lifted my left hand slowly cupped my left breast, tweaking the sensitive nipple as I continued my assault below with my right hand. My eyes rolled closed as I felt the orgasm begin to build in earnest. I shorted the strokes and focused more directly on and around my clit, picking up speed as the pleasure built up from deep within me. Oh, God, I was getting close and I started to panic that I would not be able to contain myself when the dam finally burst. I was seconds away, I could feel it. I had my eyes closed, lost in my self-pleasure. I opened them and turned my head to the right and found myself staring straight into Mandy's open blue eyes. She was very much awake and had a sly knowing smile on her face as she watched me pleasure myself. I was horrified but too far gone to stop. Knowing she was watching just urged me to increase my efforts to push my body to climax. "Let it go. Cum for me," she mouthed to me in silence. I crossed the event horizon, past that point of no return before an orgasm hits but when it's too late to stop it. In that penultimate moment, Mandy reach out with her right hand and pinched the erect nipple of my right breast. The dam burst. I bit my lip trying to hold back the cry I desperately wanted to let forth as I arched my hips and dug my fingers deep inside me. I closed my eyes and felt the pulsing contractions on my fingers with each wave of pleasure. The strength of it intensified by the knowledge that my girlfriend was watching me from a foot away the whole time. My hips fell as it subsided, but my legs were shaking and my breath was ragged. I couldn't remember the last time I came like that hard from my own efforts, including the previous night in the hallway. I felt Mandy release my nipple and her hand started travelling down my stomach and under the blanket. My face turned toward her and my eyes opened wide but she just gave me a sly smile and wrapped her hand around my arm, pulling it from between my legs. She slid her hand down my arm and brought my still trembling hand up toward her lips. Looking me in the eyes she opened her mouth and sucked my glistening wet fingers into her warm and wet mouth. I shuddered. She let my fingers slide out of her mouth slowly then reached out and pulled me toward her. The gesture was one of welcoming comfort and I wanted to be close to her at that moment. She lifted her blanket and snuggled up next to her, her lithe and smooth feminine body entwined with mine. She was so warm. I was facing her, our breasts pressed together. Her face was inches away. She just smiled and leaned in to give me a single but lingering wet kiss on the lips. She tasted like me. She tasted like her. She tasted like...him. She pulled away and we cuddled to the sound of the waves and wind. "You needed that...sleep now," she whispered into my ear. I lay there feeling the intoxicating effects of the lingering tipsiness and the echoes of my orgasm. The last thought I had before my mind shut down and the darkness enveloped me was: yes I did. I woke up slowly, my brain fuzzy and my head hurt a bit. I quickly thought about what had happened the previous night and wondered if I had dreamed the whole thing. I opened my eyes, however, and realized it had not been a dream because I was looking at the sleeping nude body of Mandy next to me. She had kicked the covers off in the night, but Brett was still mostly covered. Both were still sleeping. I was suddenly aware of my own nakedness but I had apparently moved off to the other side by myself and was covered with the other blanket. I started to run through my various emotions about how I felt about all the events of yesterday. I was brought out of my thoughts by Mandy stirring awake next to me. I closed my eyes and feigned sleep as I wasn't ready to face her and didn't really want Brett to see me naked. I felt movement in front of me. Mandy must be actually getting up. I suddenly realized that while I didn't really want Brett to see me naked, I was quite curious to see him. I slit my eyes open, just barely enough to peek out. Brett was still covered up to just above his waist and was on his back, apparently still asleep. Mandy was on her knees, straddling his shins. She gathered her brunette mane of hair and tied it in a tight ponytail. Leaning forward, she very slowly pulled the covers down from Brett's waist. I watched through my slit eyes as his very erect cock was freed from the confinement of the blanket. It was big, much bigger and thicker than Nick's. Oh I bet that would feel so good inside me, I thought. And then I added, with a silent giggle: if it even would fit. Brett stirred but didn't waken and Mandy held still until he settled. I watched, transfixed, as she then lowered herself and placed her hands on opposite side of his hips. My heart was thumping in my chest at the display I was witnessing. She lowered herself and, extending her tongue, she licked the length of his cock starting at the base. As she reached the tip of it her tongue flicked the sensitive underside, she opened her mouth and enveloped the head. At that his body responded with a start and his legs began to stir, waking to the feel of her mouth on his dick. She started sucking his cock in earnest, using her mouth alone, raising and lowering herself in a lewd form of push-ups. He sucked in a breath and let it out in a long satisfied exhale. He raised up his arms, lacing them behind his head as he looked down to watch her service him. She shifted her weight to the left in order to raise her right hand and wrap it around his shaft, jacking him slowly in tandem with her mouth. At that, he let out a low, but quite audible guttural moan of satisfied pleasure. Her mouth quickly came off his cock and her head flew up to catch his eyes. She lifted her index finger to her lips in a 'shhh' gesture and then pointed in my direction. I closed my eyes reflexively but felt them both turn their heads and gaze at me. I lay still and continued to feign sleep. I heard the wet slurping sounds of Mandy continuing her ministrations and dared to peek again. She was sucking and working his cock in earnest now. Brett had his right palm on the top of her head and was following and guiding it as it rose and feel on him. He was pushing her faster now, his body beginning to tense up and I knew he was getting close. I knew I was soaking wet by now, incredibly turned on by watching in silent stillness what appeared to be a regular morning ritual. His breathing was coming ragged as I was trying to keep my own under control. He moved his hand on her head and wrapped it around her pony tail. Gripping it tightly, he pulled it down. Hard. So hard she immediately released his cock and her right hand slammed back down by his hip to stop her momentum. By her hair he pulled her mouth over his cock as far as it would go, shoving it to the base of her throat. He was clearly pushing her limits but she held herself up by her hands, despite his pressure. Her eyes, which had been closed, opened and looked up into his as he grunted and his hips bucked. They held each other in tense stillness and I could see the base of his cock pulse as he shot his hot cum deep in her mouth. I watched him shudder in ecstasy as a long drop of white began to leak from the corner of Mandy's mouth and slowly trickle down his shaft. A Late Summer Beach Weekend He collapsed and the tension left his body as he turned loose of her ponytail. Very slowly she pulled her mouth off his cock, which was beginning to wilt. She smiled at him and stood up, although stooping in the low tent, and motioned him to get up. "Come on, get up, let's let her sleep." she whispered. She reached down and gathered their clothes and I heard to zipper. I shut my eyes, not wanting to be caught in my voyeurism. I felt the cool morning air rush into the tent and felt her leave. I heard and felt him moving next to me to get up. I waited for him to leave as well but he didn't. The seconds passed. I knew he was still there but he wasn't moving. What was he doing? I couldn't resist. I had to look. I opened my eyes just as barely as I could. He was two feet away, kneeling on the blanket. In my limited field of vision all I could see was his still half-hard cock hanging between his thighs. It was shiny, still slick from Mandy's mouth and there was a drop of cum on the tip. I resisted the urge to lick my lips. He was facing me. He was naked and facing me. He was watching me. I felt so self-conscious. I was waiting for him to say something. Did he know I was awake? I was almost sure he could see my pulse in my neck as hard has my heart was pounding in my chest. I then realized he had no idea why I was sleeping in their tent. Did he know I was naked? It seemed like forever he knelt there looking at me but it was probably only a few seconds. I shut my eyes, unable to look anymore and concentrated on remaining still and control my breathing. Finally, he moved and I heard him leave the tent and zip it closed. I heard their voices fade as they sounded like they were heading toward the cabin. I realized that despite not moving my muscles were all tensed up and let myself relax as I rolled onto my back and let out a long sigh. My mind was still swirling about what I had just watched and what might have been going through Brett's mind as he watched me. I reach down and touched myself and I was very wet and aroused. I contemplated giving myself another orgasm. Unfortunately, the need to pee and the fact that my head hurt were too distracting. The mouth of the tent was facing the water, away from the walkway. I wrapped my body in a blanket and opened the tent flap. I exited and peered around the tent and up the walkway. I saw no sign of either Mandy or Brent and I knew it was far and difficult to see all the way from the cabin. I pulled the blanket up and held it off the sand and walked toward the gulf. The waves began running over my bare feet. I just peed in the water, not wanting to face the two of them yet. I returned to the tent. I threw the blanket I had on the ground and lay in the spot where Brett had just been. It was still warm. I could smell his scent on the pillow. I pulled their blanket over my body, buried my face in the pillow and dozed back off to the lulling sounds of the surf. I don't know how long I slept. It was long enough that it was noticeably brighter and warmer when I woke. I looked around for my clothes before realizing, to my horror, that I had none and remembered what had happened the night before. I dreaded the idea of walking up to the cabin wearing nothing but a blanket. However, not seeing any other alternative I started to wrap myself up in a makeshift toga. "Jane? Are you awake?" Said a voice. A male voice. "Yes," I replied, "but..." "I got the luggage unloaded and Mandy pulled some clothes out for you and sent them down with me. I'm going to leave them by the tent door. I'm going fishing," Brett replied, not letting me finish. I heard the soft sound of him dropping my items by the tent. "Where is Mandy?" I asked. "Cabin" Brett's one-word reply indicated he had walked away, already heading towards the water. I unzipped the tent just enough to reach out and haul in a small bundle of clothing. When I saw what she had sent I silently cursed her name. She had rummaged through my suitcase and sent me a pair of very short cut-off denim shorts, a wide and loose tank top and a red bathing suit. A red bikini. The red bikini. The one that I had bought the previous week on a lark to wear for Nick. It was very skimpy and, quite frankly, I hadn't decided if I had the courage to wear it in front of anyone but Nick. I certainly had trepidation on wearing it in front of Brett. However, as he was on his way to fish and as I had no other options I dressed in what Mandy had provided. I left the tent. It was a glorious late summer day on the beach and the sun was already pretty high in the sky. I looked around for Brett and saw him. He was indeed fishing about fifty yards up the beach. He was standing in ankle-deep surf wearing nothing but loose khaki shorts. I watched him cast a long saltwater rod as far as he could out to sea. Then he stood there, looking out to sea, barely moving. I watched him for a bit, wondering what he was thinking about. I realized I watched him longer than was necessary, or longer than I should have or... What is he thinking about standing there looking at the ocean? What was he thinking about looking at me? Why do I care so much what he is thinking about? I abandoned the fruitless notion of asking myself questions for which I either didn't know or didn't want to know the answers to. I turned and headed up the path to the cabin in search of Mandy. When I entered the cabin my nose was hit with the delightful smells of breakfast and coffee, the latter of which I desperately needed. Mandy was in the kitchen, wearing an outfit that looked awfully similar to my own except her bikini was white and was a nice contrast to her tanned skin. "Good morning, sleepyhead, you sleep well?" Mandy asked with a smile. She poured a cup of coffee for me and walked over to me holding out the mug, which I took thankfully. "Hi," I said a little sheepishly, "...um...look...Mandy..." I didn't know what I wanted to say, if anything, about what had happened the night before. I was embarrassed and felt awkward, but felt like it was better to just address it now, especially while Brett was not around. Mandy looked at me, still smiling, and took my face in her hands. "You think too much." She said and kissed me lightly on the lips. "You need breakfast. Sit." I complied, thinking that she was right, I did think too much. She busied herself in the kitchen and I took a long drink from the mug. The hot coffee tasted wonderful. Mandy brought me some scrambled eggs, bacon and muffin. She poured herself some coffee and joined me at the table. Realizing I was actually really hungry I began to eat. I did need to know one thing, though. "What did you tell Brett? I bet he got a shock when he woke up." I almost choked on my food when I realized the double meaning of what I had just said. Mandy didn't seem to notice. "I told him the truth. I told him the tide came in and soaked your tent, with your clothes in it, and I didn't want you to have to go all the way back up here and sleep in this dark cabin alone," Mandy replied. She then looked at me slyly. "I didn't give him every detail, if that's what you are asking. Really, Jane, quit over thinking it. The man went to bed with one naked woman and woke up with two, it's not like he's going to look a gift horse in the mouth." "Mandy!" I snapped back. "Stop it! I'm embarrassed enough as it is. I don't even know him." "Well, if you did know him you would know he's certainly fine with it. Trust me, he doesn't sweat the little things and he certainly doesn't mind waking up to a good looking naked woman, even if he didn't exactly sleep with her, okay?" Mandy's flattery helped and placated me, for now. I still didn't look forward to looking him in the eye, however. I finished my breakfast and Mandy cleared my plate. She took it to the kitchen and resumed cleaning up the dishes. I rose to help her when I remembered I was wearing a bikini. "So, I have to tell you," I said, "I've never actually worn this suit. I got it last week and I can't believe you sent it down for me to wear. I wasn't even sure I had the guts to wear it. I bought it for Nick." "I was surprised when I saw it in your suitcase," Mandy laughed, "I thought it was a little too bold and revealing for your normal taste, but I certainly approved. Nick's not here, if you hadn't noticed, but I'm sure Brett will appreciate it. Let me see you in it." She motioned at my body. I sighed, but didn't protest as I knew she wouldn't relent until I showed it to her. I shed my shorts and tank and stood in the kitchen in the skimpy bikini. "Twirl," Mandy commanded and I turned to show her all angles. It was a red halter top bikini with small bows at the juncture of my breasts and on each hip. It fit well, but didn't hide much. "Oh yes, he will approve, I promise you that. I should warn you, prancing around in that thing might get you into trouble with him. Trust me, honey, he takes what he wants." I laughed, thinking that he was certainly not going to be taking me while my best friend, his girlfriend was right here with him. "Oh and remember Brett brought it down, so if you change he will know it." Damn, I thought, as I was seriously considering doing just that. Mandy poured coffee into a travel mug and placed a lid on it. "Take this down to Brett, will you? I'm going to finish doing the dishes and then we can hit the beach." Again, knowing better than to protest I took the mug and left Mandy to her chores. I walked down the long walkway to the beach. Shedding my sandals I walked across the warm sand in bare feet toward where Brett was fishing. It looked as if he hadn't moved at all in the time I was gone. He was still standing in ankle deep water, the waves rushing over his calves. I approached in from behind, over his left shoulder. When I was about ten feet away from him my feet hit the water and he spoke. "This place is incredible," He said, without looking in my direction. "You must love coming here." "I brought you coffee from Mandy, how did you know it was me?" I had to ask. I was almost right next to him when he finally turned and took the mug I had offered out with my hand. He looked at my face with his bright blue eyes. "You move differently." He said with slight shrug and drank his coffee with his left hand as his rod was in his right. What did that mean? He turned his gaze back to the ocean. I realized he didn't say anything about last night, about this morning, about me sleeping in their tent. I immediately started comparing him to Nick, who would have never let an opportunity to tease me go unused. Brett seemed to take it in stride and I found myself relaxing. "What are you fishing for?" I asked. "Are you trying to catch us some dinner?" I asked in a teasing tone. "No," he chuckled, "Nothing I might catch fishing here you would want to eat. I'm fishing because it's peaceful. I don't expect to catch much this morning. Hold this" The last two words were said as he held out the mug expectantly. I took it and he began to reel in the line. When the line was fully retracted he secured the hook to the pole. He turned his whole body toward me. This time, those blue eyes looked at me and then dropped the length of my body. He was checking me out and was not hiding it. He seemed to be evaluating my appearance. I couldn't believe his boldness. I couldn't believe that a man who was just woken up by a blowjob given him by one of the most beautiful women I have ever known in person was unabashedly looking me over. He didn't gawk or grin or wink. Despite my shock, I found myself straightening my posture and pushing out my breasts. When his eyes returned to mine I couldn't ascertain any conclusion or opinion on his face and that, frankly, bothered me. "I'm done for now," he said with a disarming smile, "Let's go find Mandy and see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into." He took the coffee directly out of my hand and began walking towards the cabin, not waiting for me. I took me a few seconds to realize I had been left and turned and hurried to catch up with him. Brett dropped his pole when we got to our campsite. He helped me fetch my tent near the dunes and spread it out in the sun to dry. My clothes were strewn about and, blushing, I scooped up my panties from the sand and balled them in my hand. Brett didn't say a word. We hiked back up to the cabin and started unloading the truck. After we got the suitcases and the rest of the groceries unloaded, I told Brett that the beach access was down the road about a half a mile away. He wanted to get his Sea Doo in the water. I told him someone would have to go with him to take the truck back as it was illegal to drive on the beach. "I'll take my chances," he said walking toward the truck without looking back. He fired up the engine and pulled away from the house. Mandy and I went down to the beach to wait for him as we had umbrellas and blankets and other beach paraphernalia to unload. I was grateful that Brett was being an outlaw because I certainly didn't want to lug all of that down the walkway. We saw his truck coming slowly up the beach. He pulled inward towards the land and slowly backed the trailer into the surf. "Mandy! Come get in!" He hollered to her as he dropped into the water from the drive-side door and waded back to the trailer. Mandy hopped in the truck and waited for him to lower the Sea Doo in the water and give her the signal. "Go ahead and pull up!" He had the craft in the water and free of the trailer. Mandy pulled the trailer up and out of the water, leaving the truck running. I watched on as Brett hopped off into the thigh-deep water, soaking his shorts. He pushed the Sea Doo to the sand, then he grabbed the handle on the front and began pulling it up on the beach. I watched his taut muscles strain with the load. He was no body builder but clearly strong and toned. With his calves and back tightly strained he muscled the watercraft to dry sand. The memory of this morning and the knowledge of what he had hanging between his legs kept entering my mind. "Jane?" Mandy was standing next to me unnoticed as I didn't see her come up behind me. "Huh? What?" I asked in startled distraction. I realized I had not just been watching Brett, but staring. "It's a nice view isn't it?" Mandy said with a little teasing smirk. I felt my face flush. "Stop it!" I said reproachfully for calling me out. I wasn't ashamed of staring, he was easy on the eyes, I just didn't liked to be called out on it. Brett came toward us just then and I hoped my blush was fading. He walked right between us without a glance. "Come on and unload so I can get the truck off the beach." I realized I should have been unloading instead of gazing and I hurried to the truck bed. The three of us had all the items unloaded in minutes and Mandy and I were setting up a cozy beach spot as the sound of Brett's truck was fading as he headed back up the beach. By the time we had everything set up and Brett was coming back down the walkway after changing into his swim trunks it was pushing 11:00 AM. The day was glorious, with clouds offshore but the sun high in the sky, bright and warm. The water was not warm but swimmable, according to Brett. Mandy and I were preparing to do nothing but lay in the sun on lounge chairs. Brett headed down to his Sea Doo and began dragging it into the water. Mandy held out the suntan oil to me. "Do my back, please?" She turned her back to me and untied the string on her bikini top. She held it to her breasts with her left hand and her hair up and out of the way with her right. I squirted a generous amount of the oil on my hands and began to rub it on her back starting at the shoulders. Her skin was already tanned and warm from the sun. It was silky smooth and now slippery with the oil. My mind began to wander to how her body felt next to mine last night; soft and feminine and warm. There was plenty of suntan oil on her but I kept running my hands over her anyway. "Mmmm," She purred, "that feels good. Why don't you lie down and I'll do you." She tied her bikini top back as I flopped face-down on the flat lounger. She untied my top and then I felt her hands on me. Oh she was right, this felt good. Her hands were small but strong and she was just giving me a quick massage while rubbing the oil over me. The breeze and the sun and the sounds of the surf were the perfect complement to her hands on me. I sighed in relaxation. Her hands continued below my back, running over my ass and down my legs. She wasn't teasing me, she was just making me feel good but I couldn't help notice that it was turning me on to some degree. The memories of the show I got this morning didn't help. I had already been fantasizing a bit about Brett and now my thoughts were of Mandy. I had been with a woman before, two times in college. Both of them assisted by the lowered inhibitions that come from alcohol. I wasn't about to give up men anytime soon, but there was no denying the sensuality of a beautiful woman. Mandy was one of the most beautiful women I had ever met, not to mention sexy and flirty and feminine and...well...I just smiled thinking I knew what all those boys were attracted to. Now this woman was rubbing me all over on a secluded beach and I was already a little horny and alone and...I sat up, stopping her. "Thanks, sweetie that felt incredible...let's catch some rays." Mandy smiled and didn't point out how flustered I sounded or protest my stopping her. She just flopped back on her own lounger and we stared at the sea. Brett had gotten the Sea Doo offshore and was firing it up. He mashed the accelerator and took off from right to left. The ocean was relatively calm this morning and he was really moving across the water. He began to cut in sharp corners, spraying rooster tails of water. "He's pretty good on that thing," I commented. "Oh yeah. He just bought that. He used this trip as an excuse for getting a new one. He just loves to ride things. Boats, four-wheelers, motorcycles, horses...me" She replied with a giggle. "Well, from the sound of it the other night, he's good at that too," I said laughing. "You have no idea" came her reply, with less giggling. I actually did have an idea thinking about his cock from this morning and the way he seemed always in control. Yes, I have a pretty good idea. I changed the subject to something lighter and we chatted as we watched Brett carve up the Gulf. He was out there about a half an hour before coming back up to the shore. He floated just off shore, bobbing in the waves. He whistled loudly and motioned toward us to come down. "Well, that's my cue," said Mandy as she got up and walked toward him. "I could use some cooling off anyway." I watched her hips sway as she walked toward Brett. She waded out and he killed the engine. She got up on the back and wrapped her arms around him. He fired it up and took off as she squealed. I watched him take her for a ride. He didn't look like he was taking it easy, he continued to make hard, sharp turns. He took the craft in a tight circular donut and I could see they were getting soaked. I could hear Mandy's squeals of laughter carried on the offshore breeze. Watching her clearly having a wonderful time made me a little melancholic. I was happy for her but I suddenly felt really lonely. I started picturing Nick and I out there but it certainly didn't fit. I couldn't see him doing that kind of thing. I certainly didn't miss Nick, he was just the most convenient person to picture myself with, especially since he and I had been together as recently as two days ago. No, what I really was picturing was me out there instead of Mandy, which was funny in a way because I had no desire or intention of actually getting on that crazy thing. As if my thoughts were commands, Brett arced the Sea Doo hard to the right and then quickly back to the left and both of them went flying off into the gulf. I could hear Mandy's scream before she hit the water. I sat up, thinking they were hurt when but they both emerged from under the water. I could hear Mandy hollering at Brett, but I couldn't discern the words. She was punching him in the shoulder. He was laughing hard. They climbed back on the Sea Doo from the back and he headed to shore. I went down to meet them, wanting to make sure Mandy was okay.