After the Come-In (Part 2)

(Continued from Part 1)

It was a rainy afternoon at Hazel Grove. Jule hurried up the path toward the lodge, passing through the ring of vintage Airstreams nestled among dripping tree ferns. As she passed Hazel, the resort’s namesake and Tati’s personal favorite, she ran her hand over the wet metal shell. She paused, furrowing her brow as she leaned against the trailer. Was the whole thing rocking slowly?

There against a nearby picnic table was an old but well-maintained city bike with a bright yellow sticker on the fender that read Ondine Hostel. Jule laughed and dashed off towards the lodge. “Get it girl”, she whispered.

Inside the comfortably furnished trailer, up in the loft above the sofa, Tati rode Juro with a steady rhythm. She placed her hands on the curved ceiling as she worked her hips back and forth against the young man, enjoying his involuntary gasps and grunts. “Having fun?” she asked, looking down at his bare chest and strong stomach.

“Oh my god yes.” His eyes didn’t leave her jostling breasts, low-slung and lively, capped each with a stiff bronze nipple. He had thought of them many times since he and Luc had joined her at the Come-In.

“Ever imagine we’d be doing this?”

“I can’t lie.”

Tati smirked and lowered one hand to begin working her clit in small circles. “You and Luc weren’t shy around each other.”

“We actually beat off together fairly often.”

A shuddering groan left Tati’s mouth as she rocked forward against her hand, her round bottom slapping the boy’s thighs. It was precisely this kind of juicy detail that brought her to the edge. “And you didn’t seem to mind finishing together either,” she said with eyes closed, her voice trembling as she drove herself toward climax. “You two were inches apart.”

“Almost touching,” Juro replied, feeling the woman tighten around him. “We both lose control when we get started together. Two big young boners just absolutely spraying all over the place.”

Tati came hard with Juro inside, tan thighs shaking as she steadied herself against the ceiling. “Oh baby that is so good.” She leaned forward so her breasts hung either side of his face. “Keep going until you come.”

Juro took Tati’s stiff left nipple into his mouth, moaning as he circled it with his tongue in sloppy abandon. His hands grasped her hips as he plunged himself into her. Then the right nipple, sticking out his tongue to feel her stiffness rub him in time with his thrusts. “I’m close,” he mumbled through mouthfuls.

“Come for me baby,” Tati cooed. “I want to feel it all over my back.”

The boy grunted and slid his entire length into her one last time. The orgasm approached and he hung suspended for that precipitous, chancy moment before the pulses began. “Oh mommy, I’m coming!”

A teasing smile crossed Tati’s lips at the boy’s unintentional slip. She shook her breasts playfully from side to side as Juro pulled out and slid himself between her soft cheeks. His explosive spurts drenched her lower back one after another. Tati leaned down and kissed him on the mouth, circling his tongue as she felt his pulses subside.

Nora & Quinn leaned their bikes against the stone wall of the museum and slipped through a gate left unlocked for them behind the cypress hedge. Evening sun painted the rooftops of Fern River liquid gold as the sisters stepped into the quiet sculpture garden.

“You made it!” Janie exclaimed as she locked the café and clipped the keys to her belt loop.

“Wouldn’t miss an invitation to skinny dip,” Nora said, smiling at Em, who stood barefoot on the grass with a canvas tote over her shoulder. The four moved down to the wide stone River Steps and stood watching the river, swollen and ponderous from a week of rain, slip slowly by.

Janie was the first to begin undressing. She pulled the baggy sweatshirt over her head and stepped out of her cutoff shorts. Standing in a beige bralette and briefs, she looked expectantly around the circle. “Going to join me or what?”

Quinn dropped her black jogging shorts and looped a thumb under the band of her heather stretch-knit sports bra. Beside her, Nora shimmied out of a tight pair of dusty violet leggings and peeled her clingy saffron tank over her head, revealing, to no one’s surprise, that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her puffy nipples firmed in the evening air.

Janie gave a joyous cheer and peeled off her bralette, twirling it over her head as her small, upturned breasts jiggled firmly. “Team petite perkies takes the cake!”

After exchanging a bemused glance with Quinn, Em lifted her cropped slate-gray tee to reveal the undersides of her high, plump breasts. Janie cheered again as her girlfriend tossed the tee on the grass. “Team heft in close second!”

Laughing, Em unbuttoned her high-waisted black jeans to expose her soft belly. Quinn took heart and peeled off her sports bra to unveil a full pair of gently slouched breasts. A moment later, all four girls stood naked on the steps facing the river. Their clothes and underwear lay strewn across the grass in a colorful mess.

“On three?” Nora curled her toes over the edge of the last step and leaned toward the water. She felt the warmth of her companions on either side.

“Three!” Quinn shouted as she and Em plunged into the river together. Nora and Janie dove after them.

“So,” Janie said once the laughter had died down and each girl paddled in the lazy current, wet hair slicked back. “Let’s talk about the Come-In.”

Nora felt herself blush. She and Quinn had a tacit agreement to leave one another’s erotic exploits alone. They hadn’t debriefed after the event, even as they walked home together along the Promenade, glowing. Janie’s curiosity posed a problem.

“Quinn, who were you here with?” Em asked, breathing heavily as she treaded water.

Quinn blushed in turn. “Oh, I met my friends Lena & Margot,” she said, trying to sound as casual as possible. “Right over there.” She motioned toward a crescent-shaped flower bed behind the River Steps.

“Like Nora’s boss?” Janie blurted. Em splashed her. “Excuse me, Nora’s drop-dead gorgeous boss?”

Quinn spun in the water to hide her smile.

“And?”

Quinn held up two fingers and flicked her tongue between them. She cringed in bashful laughter before diving under. When she surfaced upstream and slicked her hair back, the others were still squealing with laughter. Janie regained composure and looked at Quinn squarely. “That’s incredibly hot. I would pay to see that.”

Quinn cringed again, smiling. She didn’t dare look at her sister, who was blushing deeply, but smiling, as she treaded water.

“And how did you two fare?” Quinn asked, paddling closer to Em.

Em aimed an indulgent smirk at her girlfriend. “We both got off watching Nora scissor our art teacher.”

(Continued in Part 3)