Reunion

Author’s note: All players are over 18 in this mostly fictional Nude Day 2021 contest entry set in suburban Southern California before smartphones. Tags: romance, veterans, bicycles, parade. Views expressed may not be the author’s. Details may be incorrect or invented. The startup may seem slow. Enjoy!

 

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REUNION
Wounded warrior returns home.
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I was beat to shit.

That frenzied all-nighter at my graphics workstation was brutal but I put finishing touches on the demo designs and emailed the files to the main office. Now I could take some time off.

The morning was warm enough for me to just strip, mix a strong drink, and jump in the pool out back, But I knew exercise first would do me good, even in my current feeble state. A bike ride on the ‘river’ path called me.

And this was a Tuesday so I might find Katya on the path. I had not seen her for some weeks; I was so fucking busy! At least working from home beats commuting.

I stripped anyway and covered myself with flashy biking shorts and a sports bra under a bright red tee. My lemon-blonde hair stayed in its long ponytail. I sucked coffee, noshed a cinnamon roll, and checked my gear. My Trek mountain bike was set for pavement, not gravel, so I just clipped water bottles to the frame and pedaled the few residential blocks to what passed for a parkway.

They called this narrow stream a ‘river’ but it was really a concrete storm drain, a wash draining the dam and reservoir in the mountains above here. Paved pathways on either side were safe zones for walkers and riders. Lunatic skateboarders illegally dared the wash floor in dry months.

My timing rocked! I plopped on a cement bench to make sure everything was tight, and Katya rolled up on her old Raleigh road cruiser. Bike togs as sunshiney as my hair set off her own black bob and natural light tan. She plopped beside me and gave me a hug.

“You look fucking awful, Lin,” she observed. “Like an overworked field slave. No sleep, I bet.”

“Sleep is for losers, Kat,” I retorted. “I’ll lose myself real good after this ride.”

“What else you got to lose?” she asked. “Not weight, for sure. You’re as lean as you’ve ever been. Me, I could use a few pounds less on my ass.” She patted her strong thigh.

“So don’t sample the merchandise. Leave the avocados alone.”

“What, you don’t want guacamole and chips when I come to swim? We can do enough laps in the pool to work-em off.”

“Ha! You never met a tortilla chip you didn’t like.”

“Like you’re any better with your peach ice cream?”

“Sure, drowned in rum. Attitude adjustment, fuck the world!”

“So try to beat guac-n-chips washed down with tequila sunrises. Mucho vitamins to keep us fresh.”

And on with our usual banter.

We were friends since infancy almost, growing up and staying in this same neighborhood, in the cookie-cutter development houses our folks had left for us, on opposite sides of the block. She could, and did, hop across the alley and jump in my aging backyard pool whenever she wanted.

We were rare survivors of this suburb. Most of our childhood friends were gone. Families moved away. Kids died, married, matriculated, emigrated, found distant jobs, went military, etc. Katya and I had our own rough patches but we stayed here after junior college and toxic relationships. We were embedded.

I worked at home, designing stuff I cannot mention because NDAs. Katya was now produce manager at her family’s grocery, groomed to soon take over the whole supermarket. Tuesdays and Wednesdays were her ‘weekends’ when we rode — if *I* was free then.

We saddled up and rolled downhill to the first road bridge, crossed over, and pedaled uphill on the narrower, prettier path. We chattered as we warmed up, then saved our breaths when we pumped hard to tighten our sweet legs and bubbly butts. A girl has got to stay fit, y’know. At least the smog was thin today.

We plopped ourselves on another cement bench after some few miles, sipped from our water bottles, and scanned the occasional passing joggers and bikers. Then onward a few more miles, and another rest break, and more people-watching.

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Most of those on wheels rode vanilla road or mountain bikes but something odder approached. I recognized it as a semi-recumbent, like a Harley chopper with a human motor. Low; a big wheel in back and smaller up front with raked handlebars; a laid-back seat, not a groin-eating saddle. It looked comfortable.

The guy riding it looked almost familiar. He stopped by us.

“Morning, ladies. Mind if I share the bench with you?”

“No problem,” we chorused. Damn, I knew that voice!

He clumsily pulled his long, lanky body off the ‘bent, fetched his own water bottle, and took the end of the bench. His aura felt strong. Who *was* he?

Gray-tinted oval wire glasses framed hazel eyes under a thatch of dark hair. He wore a bright Rising Sun tee and candy-striped, calf-length surfer shorts. I saw scars on his legs.

I stared at him. I knew those hands and that strong face, more worn than when I last saw him… years ago.

Katya was staring, too.

“Stef?” she almost whispered. “Stefan Culver? Is that you?”

He capped his water bottle and stared back at us.

“Yeah, but… Katya? Katya Rincon? And… Lindy Edmonds? Really? Holy fuck! You’re both still here? Am I dreaming?”

He stood creakily. We flowed up beside him, and hugged him, and kissed him, and panted.

“Stef, what the fuck?” I croaked. “It’s been so long! Where…?”

We hugged tighter, then loosened a bit and held hands while closely watching faces.

“I bet we all have stories,” he said. “Let’s ride while it’s cool and talk later. Hey, is the Tastee-Freez still open? Let’s stop for malts. Don’t mind that I’m pretty stiff. I’ll tell you about it.”

We hugged and kissed again and then saddled up for a slow cruise uphill. The paved path was too narrow for three bikes to ride abreast so I took the lead, Katya followed, and Stefan rode behind us, undoubtedly getting nice views of our tasty butts.

Joggers thinned out after more miles. Bikers were fewer, too. We were the only customers at the ice-cream shop up on a cross-street. We took our refreshments to a shaded table outside and shared our histories.

Our early years needed no replay. We were friends from kindergarten through junior high and into the first year of high school when Stef’s parents divorced and he disappeared.

Stefan had lived at the end of the block from my and Katya’s houses. We three skinny-dipped in our pool when my folks were not around, and played board games when we were young, and kissing games after puberty. I never sucked or fucked Stef and I doubt Katya did either. But if he had stayed in school with us, he probably would have been our first.

I was getting wet just looking at my friend — a man now.

He griped that his divorced parents restructured their lives and bounced him back-n-forth as they kept moving to nearby towns and their high schools, four in three years. He got too bound to each new school to stay in touch here, and flip-phones were costly then so few kids had one; it was beyond his budget.

“I sure remember the last time I saw you girls. A bunch of the season’s high-school grads were enrolling at the junior college and you were in sign-up lines there.”

Yes, I remembered friendly waves. His hair was longer then, and his face was smoother.

“Then came the 9-11 attacks. Shit! A bunch of us figured our country needed us. So we headed for the recruiting offices and enlisted, mostly in the Army.”

Yes, so many kids we knew vanished then.

“The sandbox was for shit. You remember ‘Mayhee’, that’s Stan Mahowald? He didn’t make it. Neither did Ken Willis, a damn fine chess player, and Cyndi Barnes, a great mechanic. Crazy lazy Larry Olsen, my old best friend, got banged up worse than me. I was pretty lucky.”

He finished his malted shake and slid the cup aside.

“I don’t have war porn tales for you. Fuck that. I’ll just say I was working in logistics on a later tour, thought I was safely away from the action, but a junk IED took out our Hummer on a main road, wrecked my legs a bit. The left ain’t too bad but the right has a lot of metal and ceramics in it. I manage okay on my ‘bent bike and adapted Jeep; walking is hard. I’m still doing physical therapy at a funky VA clinic.”

Katya and I both shuddered. We held his hands.

I remembered reading about him in the local news page on the war. Something about him being unable to walk so he crawled to drag wounded soldiers out of range of flying bullets; he took some hits and was awarded a Silver Star. Shit!

He continued talking, his voice steady, almost unemotional.

“Funny, I kept running into local guys there. You know Mickey ‘Mouse’ Morris, that short kid, lived a couple blocks over? He flew the medevac chopper, got me to the docs real quick. Had a good laugh on me being just as clutzy as I was on the track team. With painkillers, I laughed, too.”

I shivered as I listened. I almost cried.

“So they patched me up a little, and flew me to Wiesbaden for fancy surgery, then gave me sergeant’s stripes and planted me at a desk near DC to finish my enlistment, minus leaves I didn’t take. I’ve just mustered out and come back home. Our old neighborhood feels good.”

He paused. I squeezed his hand. He squeezed back.

“You remember Tina Feines, right? Lived down at the corner.”

“Oh sure,” Katya said, smiling. “She was cute. You were sweet on her in junior high until her family moved away.”

“Yeah, her mom gave us rides to school when the weather was bad. We’d cuddle in the back seat, try to stay out of view of the mirror. No kissing, just kids being close.” He smiled.

“Anyway, my cruddy older stepbrother Sam bought their house, turned it into a biker crashpad, burnt a hole in the living-room floor planks, bricked-in that fucker as a ‘conversation pit’ or whatever. Redneck engineering, y’know.” He chuckled.

“Then Sam got a good job that has him scuttling between truck stops, so now he’s off on a long-haul gig, and he rents me the place real cheap because nobody else would take it. With my Army benefits, I can just afford to live there. But I’ll need a job sometime.” He shrugged.

Katya’s face lit up. “You said you worked logistics, right? Our store’s shipping manager is retiring soon. Could you stand having me as your boss? Will you take orders from me? Be my personal slave?”

She rubbed his arm. I caught a hint of teasing.

“Your store’s still in that commercial strip down the boulevard, right? It’s a short bike ride. Will you use whips and chains on me? And leather? You always were a little kinky.”

She slapped his arm. “Submit, slave! Kiss my feet!”

“What, not your ass? Ha! Too easy.”

He pinched her nose, same as he had so often, so long ago. Then he grinned at me.

“You know what’ll really entice me? I’m just down the alley from your place, Lin. Maybe I can sneak in the back after work and go skinny-dipping when your folks aren’t around.”

I grinned back. “They retired from the missile plant, moved to San Diego, left me the house. You’re welcome to come in the front or back anytime.”

I made a quick decision about this hero, my lifelong friend.

“I’ll get you keys. But don’t fuck with my workstation, my job.”

“I’ll give you my keys too,” Katya said. “My folks moved to a condo and gave me the house. I don’t have a pool but I’m sure we can find other entertainment. With or without whips, slave!”

“So I’ll be harassed by the boss? I can live with that.”

Stefan roughly stood and bowed to her. She slithered up, lightly slapped his cheek, then hugged and kissed him. I stood for a group hug and more kisses. The clerk at the takeout window laughed and made smoochy noises. No tip for her!

“Let’s ride uphill some more,” Stefan said. “I need the workout.”

“Then let’s roll to my place,” I said, “and cool off in the pool with icy cocktails.”

“Clothing optional as usual?” Katya asked. “Or banned?” She turned a stern face to Stefan. “Think of it as the new normal, slave. Dress for work and shopping. Otherwise, not.”

Her lips quivered, then hinted at a tiny smile. He tensed.

“Uh, ladies, my legs ain’t too pretty now. That’s why I wear these long board shorts.”

He was not smiling. I saw pain and embarrassment in his hazel eyes. I kissed him hard.

“Quit that shit, man! We’ve all seen each other; we know we’re less than perfect. We’re friends forever, no matter what. As long as you leave my workstation alone, anyway. Touch it and I’ll have to drown you.”

“And don’t eat all the avocados,” Katya demanded. “They’re our best profit point, slave.” She kissed him as hard as I did.

We untangled, saddled up, and pedaled smoothly, ascending the rising grade, gearing down to maintain our easy cadences.

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A few more miles of this were quite sufficient for us all. Midday heat rose. We took the next road bridge and crossed the ‘river’. The narrow path on that side edged a restricted service road wide enough for us to ride three across. We easily rolled and chatted. We only had to dodge one slow maintenance truck.

My and Katya’s stories were not as dramatic as Stefan’s but still had tragi-comic points. We went to the community college, she for business stuff, me in digital graphics. I got real lucky, a remote-work job with a design firm. She was climbing the ranks at her family market. Our parents gave us our childhood homes. We had burnt through some dicey boyfriends, no longer in the picture, whew. We rode, swam, and commiserated on her free Tuesdays and Wednesdays when I was not slaving.

We three laughed and groaned at our revelations. Stefan told oddly funny tales of his multiple high schools. He did not say much of his Army years and only bitched a little about being caught in a useless war based on lies.

“Iraqis and Afghans didn’t attack us on 9-11, Egyptians and Saudis did, but we didn’t invade THERE. The 9-11 shits trained in Germany and Florida and Texas but we didn’t invade THERE. Saddam was a turd but he was mostly OUR turd and he didn’t attack us. All those lives wasted on bullshit.”

He fumed. I looked into Katya’s eyes. We blinked a message.

“What, no girls in your life after you left us?” she asked, defusing the conversation. “You didn’t go gay, did you?”

A moment passed.

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” he said, deadpan, “and yeah, there was a girl or two at each school, and on base when I wasn’t deployed, and some female troops in the sandbox found me, but nothing serious, nothing lasting. Everything and everybody just flashed past too fast. No time to build anything personal.”

We rolled in silence for a few minutes till we reached the last homeward-bound street. The sun rode a few hands above the knobby horizon.

“I am fucking ready for a drink, a swim, and sleep,” I groaned. “It’s been over thirty-six hours for me. Do you guys need to go to your places first?” Neither said yes. “Well, let’s party till I drop. I might last twenty-five minutes.”

I led our parade through my front yard, unlocked the side gate, and leaned my bike inside against the tall oak fence. “C’mon in.”

I peeled off my tee and sports bra, sat on a redwood stool to rid myself of footwear, shucked out of my shorts and panties, and threw my bare-ass self into the smallish pool, no loud splashing needed. Instant relief! Well, a good start, anyway.

I dragged myself out, dripping, and saw my friends get naked while I staggered, dripping, to the outside fridge, to drippily fetch the premixed Mai Tai cocktails.

“Wow, Stef, you’re pretty buff but your legs are really gnarly,” Katya gasped. “Umm, you said you have mechanicals in there. Is water a problem?”

“Nope, the hardware’s sealed in. Swimming is almost the best therapy for me. Just don’t expect any speed dashes. And if I balance right, I can even do this.”

They stood nude about halfway down the deep section, his long cock drooping, her boobs ripe. She squealed when he scooped her up in his arms and jumped in. The splash was cannonball quality. Chlorinated water hit my boobs, the fence, the garden, the sliding glass door.

“Hey! Don’t waste the H2O!” I shouted.

Stefan aimed a splash at me. Soaked!

I really was beat to shit, staggering now. I finished my drink, rinsed under the outdoor shower, and unlocked the slider so I could retreat inside. My naked friends watched me towel-dry my bare body. I jiggled nicely but tiredly.

“I might be human again before morning but I fucking MUST get down now. If you don’t want to rush off, you’re welcome to the pool, the kitchen, the guest room, whatever you want. I love you guys the best! So don’t wake me with bad news.”

My naked friends climbed from the pool, shook themselves off somewhat, and hugged me, dampening me again. Stef kissed my mouth and neck and nipples. Fuck, I would NEVER get dry now! Katya stopped at my neck — far enough.

I toweled my body again and crawled to my bed and oblivion.

I think I dreamt. Or maybe I only absorbed impressions. I think I sensed savory scents amid kitchen sounds, and heard soft moans and cries like a woman cumming. I dreamt that Stefan and Katya were fucking, and then he and I were fucking, and then we ate currywurst. But no cats appeared. Only a dream.

I crawled out of bed in darkness to pee. Ahhh…

The house was quiet. I glanced in the kitchen where stovetop LEDs lit fresh cookware and tableware in the dish rack. I peeked in the guest room’s open door — it was empty but the queen bed looked rumpled. So they HAD eaten and screwed here! Well, he was not yet her employee, so okay. I smiled and went back to my bed for more spicy dreams.

I dreamt of Stefan’s legs. Every scar was a mystery track, a ghost road to travel. Only a dream?

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Strong coffee and a microwaved breakfast burrito revived me after my sunrise yoga positions. My kitchen table held a note penciled in two hands.

“Let’s ride earlier. Call me after nine. -K” sat above “Call me too. -S” and a cell number. Ah, plenty of time!

The pool was warm enough for me to swim many naked laps. I luxuriated, then showered, dried, and toddled bare-ass to my workstation to check for messages. Nothing critical awaited.

I was happy to work from home with no need to overdress. Too bad I could not go nude in public. I sighed, dressed for biking, and stepped outside. Katya’s cruiser still leaned beside mine but Stefan’s ‘bent was not in sight.

I waited till nine-ten to make my calls. Each said they would be right over. I rummaged in my spare-stuff drawer and found extra house and gate keys for Stefan. With any luck, I would entertain him in MY bed today and/or tonight. Well, a girl can dream, right?

It was not long before Katya walked through my alley gate and Stefan was at my front door, his ‘bent leaning on a porch post. We hugged and kissed, made sure we had water, saddled up, and rode to the parkway, then up almost to the dam, further than yesterday because cooler now. We stopped for sodas and fat sandwiches at the Tastee-Freez on the downhill run.

The counter girl laughed at us again when we group-hugged. Did that count as lousy customer service?

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We rolled back to my place as midday heated up and were quickly naked in my pool downing more chilled Mai Tai’s. Stefan watched me and Katya float on our backs with our boobs rampant; we watched his back-strokes, his cock half-masted.

I was not exhausted. I decided to be boldly proactive.

“Stefan Culver, get your ass up on the pool edge here.” I patted the tiles.

“Uh, yes ma’am, right away ma’am.”

So he could follow orders. Excellent.

He scooted into place, sitting in front of me, feet in the water. I moved closer, pushed his knees apart, stroked his scarred legs, and fisted his cock. He throbbed in my hand.

“I don’t care about the chlorine. I’ve wanted this for a long time, and now you’re mine.”

I know Stefan and Katya stared as I kissed his thickening dick.

Then Katya laughed. “He’s got a good one, don’t he? Better than Chad. Can you take him all the way down? Want some assistance there? I can help with his balls.”

“No, I’ve got him,” I said, one hand holding his meaty cock, one holding his puffy scrotum.

I backed off, laughed, suppressed my gag reflex, and slid Stefan’s stiff manhood down my throat till my nose was in his soft pubic hair. Yes, he was much better than Chad, who had been my dicey boyfriend, then Katya’s, till we got tired of his crap. No, we did not share him. Not together. Not like now.

I had never sucked or fucked someone with her or anyone close and watching before. But this felt right — and even better when she paddled over to us, pulled herself from the water, knelt by Stefan, and stuck her mouth on his.

He groaned when I forced him to throat-fuck me before I slid him mostly out. He groaned more when I focused on tonguing under his shaft and sucking his dickhead. I pumped him with one hand and traced his scars with the other. Katya gave him a boob to suckle.

Soon, he groaned louder and freed his busy mouth. “Lin baby, I’m gonna cum…”

“Promises, promises,” I said around his cock, and tortured him again, sucking more definitively and tenderly massaging his bloated balls. Katya’s other boob found his face.

I have not observed stallions ejaculate but Stefan’s orgasm sure fit the metaphor, his body tensed and shaking, with strong, thick shots of semen filling my cheeks and throat. I chugged it all and tongue-tickled him to tease-out the last happy drops.

Katya pushed him down on his back and curled-up beside him, holding his face to hers. I swallowed again, pulled myself to his other side, stole his head away, and kissed him, breathed with him, loved him.

Loved him? All those years gone. and only two days back, and I loved him? This was fucking crazy! But true, oh shit. I was so fucked… and we had not even really fucked yet, not ever.

I had read studies that the hypothalamus gland was “very important” for the four F’s: feeding, fleeing, fighting, and fucking. I was not eating or running but I think my hypothalamus wiggled… and yes, I would fight to fuck this man. Oh shit.

Katya stole his mouth back, returned him to me, then patted our faces to get our attention.

“You guys are so beautiful! I want to watch you make love. In bed. Stef, we had last night, and I bet we’ll have lots more nights, but Lin, you should feel him now. You know he loves you. How’s this gonna work out? Stef, can you share us?”

She called him ‘Stef’, not ‘slave’. She was serious.

“Um, I like the ‘making love’ part, but is this a make-or-break decision point? I love being with you, Kat.” He kissed her.

“I love being with you, Lin.” He kissed me hard.

“You both want me to be with you? Don’t you each deserve a whole man?” He looked at his naked, scarred legs.

I slapped his cheek, not so gently. My blue eyes glared.

“Not this again! You’re not broken! You’re more than enough man for me! Yeah, let’s go to bed and seal the deal! I wanted you years ago and I still want you now! Kat wants you too and I’m okay with that! We both want you with us!”

Yes, I was emphatic. Do you blame me?

I rolled myself up, put a bare leg over him to push Katya off, and knelt, straddling his body, my knees spread for him, my wet, open pussy floating over his taut belly. He braced himself up on his elbows to watch me. I kept ranting.

“Yes, we fucking want you, all of you, in our lives and in our bodies, in our hearts and minds, and don’t you fucking doubt that! All of you, just as you fucking are, you’re more man than any dozen robo-joggers out there! Don’t make me beg! Damn!”

I rearranged myself with my wet, open pussy on his sturdy chest just in front of his bug-eyed face. He had to smell me. I blatantly fingered myself.

“I’m yours! This is yours! I want your cock in me, your tongue, your fingers, your heart! Well, one ventricle at a time, anyway.”

I giggled, then tried to stoke-up the heat again.

“You’re just so… oh fuck, I’ve just been so empty without you.”

Waves of emotion zapped me, heat and shivers and lust. Damn Stefan! Oh fuck, I wanted him!

Katya’s giggle broke me. She reached to rub my shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, girl; he’ll fill you up pretty damn good.”

And soon, he did.

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Stefan’s tongue traced his lips.

“You want me inside you and not just in your mouth? You want a hard fuck? I can handle that! But give me a few minutes to recharge, okay? Men can’t cum again right away, not like women. How about we go inside and you get me stiff for you?”

Stefan’s fingers touched mine at my pussy and I gasped. Then he pushed me off him, pulled his legs from the pool, and stretched between me and Katya. He pulled her close for a hard kiss, then rolled to me and wrapped me in his arms. Our lips mashed; our tongues duelled, our bodies molded together.

I felt Katya’s hands rub our backs. I felt primeval, in an organic mating dance. I wanted him!

“Not out here,” he said; “the tiles aren’t comfortable.”

He had to roll away from me and position for traction to stand. Katya and I rose and reached for his elbows but he waved us away and stood by himself. Once up, he held us both close, then pushed our butts to the shower.

We clenched together under the spray. I reached to the towel shelves; we dried each other, missing no square centimeter. I took their hands and led them inside to my bedroom, to my king bed that was lonely too long. Stefan did not stumble much.

“Maybe this will inspire you, Stef,” I said, and pushed him on his back in the bed. “I gave you a pretty close look a few minutes ago. You’d better taste me now.”

I straddled his head and laid my pussy on his mouth. His eyes locked on mine, ahhh! His hands reached up and took my boobs, ohhh! His tongue probed into me, uhhh!

I felt the bed wobble. I freed my gaze from Stefan’s and looked over my shoulder. Katya knelt between his thighs, his cock in her mouth.

“Just lubing him for you,” she said, and slid off to my bedroom easy chair to watch us, fingers buried in her snatch.

I returned my attention to Stefan’s magic tongue and fingers. Fuck, he was great! Bolts of pleasure electrified me! Any ladies who trained him deserved awards!

I do not scream when I cum but I can moan rather loud. I am sure my muted ululations provoked Katya’s frigging herself.

I did not let myself go limp. I still had to fuck Stefan’s brains out.

“Stay there, Stef. I’m gonna fuck your brains out now.”

I moved off his mouth and down his muscular frame till my hips spread wide on his. I braced myself with one hand and held his hard, wet cock in the other. I eased down, guided him into me.

His dickhead passed my soggy outer labia and through my puffy inner lips, tickled my cunt walls, and lodged in my depths. Fuck, Katya was right — he DID fill me up damn good!

I moved. I rode that fucker; I rode him hard! His hands eased from my boobs, down my sides, held my hips, stroked my thighs, and migrated back up to my boobs, my nipples, my soul. I angled up and down, faster and faster. His strong hands steadied me now, his hips rose to meet mine.

I feel a surge of orgasm, and another, but I do not slow down or slack off, not gonna happen, not till he cums inside me, keep going, keep going, and he tenses-up under me and in me, oh fuck, that hot eruption, oh yeah, I feel every drop, oh fuck…

I collapsed on him. My boobs squished on his chest. Our faces were together, not deep-kissing, mostly gasping.

“Whew! ‘Bout snorted a piston thar, pard,” he drawled like a redneck trucker. I barely had strength to punch his shoulder.

Katya applauded from her chair and came to the bed to hug us.

“You guys are so beautiful! Ohh, I love you both so much! Even you, slave!”

She slapped his cheek, not too hard. He returned the slap.

“If I’m your slave after you hire me, you won’t be able to fire me, you’ll have to sell me. Expect low bids for damaged property.”

“Oh sugar, I’d buy you if you’re cheap enough,” I crooned. “I could sure use a pool boy. I can train you.”

Katya slapped my cheek now. “He’s not for sale, Lin. Not yet, anyway. Hasn’t even finished a two-week probation. Ask again at the end of the month, okay?”

She kissed his cheek. “Or we could work out a rental agreement. No need to let this one get away.”

“Is this a meat market and I’m just a side of beef?” he groused.

I scrunched down and slurped our mixed juices from his cock.

“Needs a good barbecue sauce though,” I said. I licked again. “A dose of Famous Dave’s should work.” I slid up, leaned over him, and stuck my tongue in Katya’s mouth, startling her. We did not kiss like that.

She rode with the joke.

“Lemme see,” she said, and sucked my tongue to dance with hers, then pulled back. “Our deli sauce is better, but let me double-check.” She twisted down and sucked his soggy cock, then straightened and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

We gave him quite a show! Not my preference, and not hers, but this was fun. Our boobs bobbled before Stefan’s eyes. I felt his cock stiffen against my thigh.

“This side of beef isn’t butchered and has its own ideas,” he grunted. He pulled Katya in for a deep, hard kiss, then pushed her aside, spread my legs, and mounted me like a mad bull.

“Give us room, woman,” he growled at Katya.

She rolled to the edge of the bed and watched us, lying on her side, dark hair dangling, fingers of one hand at her vulva, the others pinching and twisting her buttony nipples.

I forgot about her and concentrated on what Stefan’s manhood did to me for so long… faster but mostly slower and rhythmic, changing angles to hit me just right in so many ways, waves of joy churning out from my pussy to the rest of my body.

I wrapped his legs in mine and pulled him close. Oh fuck!

He grunted again after an eternity and refilled me with live semen. My orgasms were continuous and so were Katya’s, judging by her moans. I was on The Pill but an inner voice whispered that I wanted his children. Did Katya, too?

She rolled back over to hug us. She kissed me hard, then kissed Stefan long and deep, and then me again, sweetly.

I had not gone three-to-a-bed before but this felt right.

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I reluctantly pushed Stefan off me. We scooted around the bed, him in the middle between two naked women, sharing gropes and kisses with us both.

“You get together like this often?” he asked.

“First time ever,” Katya confessed. “You’re special.”

“Not ‘Special Olympics’ special, I hope,” he said.

“If anyone’s the ree-tard here, it’s me,” she insisted.

I thought to divert possible maudlin talk.

“We’re all sweaty, even with the AC on. Let’s get really retarded, melt-down our brains with more cocktails and swimming. Anyone else hungry now? I can pop some shrimp snacks in the toaster oven. That’ll give me time to pee.”

Always pee after fucking. Avoid those nasty urinary tract infections. URI’s are no fun, as I had learned the hard way.

I kissed Stefan again and slipped off the bed. I watched Katya kiss him before they followed me. I stopped in the kitchen to prep the snacks. They continued outside; I heard another cannonball splash and saw water hit the glass slider. I laughed all the way to the bathroom.

Safely drained and cleaned, I mixed cold Piña Coladas, plated the golden shrimp, and carried the tray out… to see Katya sitting with her butt on the pool’s rim, legs splayed wide, and Stefan in the water, his face buried between her taut thighs, while she worked her nipples and wailed softly.

My tray-rattling drew their notice. He looked up, smiled at me and said, “Appetizers,” and dove back in. She wailed more.

I thought, ‘I can get in on this too!’ So into the water and over to them I went, right behind Stefan, to jerk his fine cock. Could I make him spew again anytime soon? I could try! And the pool filter would catch any spurty globs.

She pushed his head away. “Oh shit, oh fuck, stop stop stop, enough now, I can’t take any more, oh fuck…”

He pulled her feet from the water and kissed each ankle. He dunked down; I had to release my grip. He surfaced, turned, held me and kissed me. I do not think I tasted her on him.

“That felt great but I’m empty now,” he said, squeezing my boobs. “Let’s go again later. Hey, are the snacks getting cold?” He lifted me enough to slurp my nipples. “The other snacks, I mean. These are plenty warm.” He slurped me, back and forth.

“Release me, kind sir, and I’ll make sure the groats are toasty. You seem a little toasted too, but not totally fried yet, so help yourself to the fruity drinks. Nobody’s driving today.”

He held me close and kissed me hard. As I left the pool to reheat the snacks I saw Katya slide into the water and hold him. I felt no jealousy — he is enough for both of us, I thought. We can be the best of friends. I shivered.

The cocktails were good, the shrimp snacks sufficient, the company wonderful and naked. We all dripped in the lounge chairs with our refreshments. We kept our talk light, of music and art, with much laughter. We felt safe.

“This has been great but I need to get home, fix my own dinner, and fire-up my laptop to go over some accounts before I’m back at work tomorrow. Management ain’t easy, y’know. Jobs depend on me not fucking-up. It’s painful. Shit flows uphill.”

We hugged and kissed her before she dressed in her sweaty togs and pushed her bike out the back gate.

I took the opportunity to squeeze Stefan in a full-body naked hug. I blatantly pressed my bare boobs into his raw chest.

“You’re staying for dinner, right?” I cooed, fondling his sturdy cock. “And dessert.” My other hand guided him to stroke my vulva. “And breakfast.” I kissed him.

“Say yes.” I held my breath.

“Fuck’s sake, yes!” His face knotted. “But I’ve got to warn you. I have nightmares. I’ll probably wake you up, yelling. You ready for that shit?” His body was rock-hard with tension.

I stroked him, comforting him as best I could.

“I love you, Stef. I’m here for you, with you, loving you, dammit! Anything you go through, I’m there too. Just stay away from my workstation.” I giggled, then returned to serious.

“Everything else here is yours. I’m yours. My home and life are yours. My soul is yours. I’m here for you with your nightmares. I’m here for you forever.”

Fuck, I was really committing myself! But it was true.

“You know I’ll be with Kat a lot,” he said, “in her life, in her bed. I can be exclusive with you two, but—”

“But nothing, Stef. You’re our fuck-buddy, our sex slave, till we get tired of your ass. You got a problem with that?”

I think this was in the realm of ‘tough love’. I hope he got it.

I guess he got it. He bent and bit my left nipple, almost hard.

“No problem. What’s your favorite position? Missionary? Doggie? Scissors? Sixty-nine? Head-fuck? Butt-fuck? I don’t usually do anal but you might persuade me.”

He slid two fingers into my pussy and looked into my eyes.

“But right now… what’s for dinner?” He pulled his fingers out and licked them. “Don’t forget the special sauce.”

“What, you want me to cum on the microwaved lasagna? You really are a pervo! But you’re MY pervo! Okay, fresh cunt juice, baked in your serving, coming up. Do you want fries with your order?” I used my McFood server voice.

“Okay then, Doggie it is.” He bent me forward. “Holding your knees helps.” His hard cock slid into me. “You’re my mongrel bitch now.” He started pounding. “Don’t worry if I bark.”

Damn, this felt wild! “Who’s my GOOD boy?” I groaned.

“Woof!” Slam. “Arf!” Pound. “Woof! Woof!” Spew. “Arfff…”

I did not cum but he sure did and this damn sure was fun!

He almost stayed inside me when he toppled us into the water. I splashed and snorted and kicked around till I faced him.

“You want that sauce on top or on the side?” I was cute.

“For dessert,” he said, “but there’s no rush now.” He dragged his fingers along my dripping slit and drew our slime across my forehead. “Don’t mind if I season the cook.”

I kissed him hard, then backed off. “Cooks are seasoned with wine. I have a Rochioli cabernet to go with the lasagna. Shall we get a head start?” I pouted.

“Okay then, Sixty-nine it is, woman!” He slapped my bare butt. “Put the lasagna on a timer, pour some wine, and lead me to temptation. Fuck, you’re damn tempting just as you are!”

A girl always loves compliments. I slapped his ass in return.

“Sauce on the side, you got it.” I was still cute.

We drank a couple glasses of decent wine and retired to my king bed. I fit nicely on top of him, his cock in my mouth, his tongue at my pussy. The microwave bell rang but it could wait.

The food and drink were fine but fuck, I had Stefan for the night! For the first time! Joy filled me. HE filled me. I was…

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…I was dismayed when he woke me before dawn, climbing from bed to pee, then dressing in yesterday’s clothes.

He kissed me. “I’ve got to get back to my place. Don’t ask why, I just must, now. I’m not running from you but I need to go. I’ll be back, fuck yeah! And you know I love you too. But now…”

He hugged me and stiffly turned to go. I could not read his face. I could not hold him back. I sensed pain inside him. I did not know how to help. I could only love him.

“I love you,” I whispered as he left.

Fresh coffee and leftover lasagna powered me after my yoga positions. I desperately needed a zen state of ‘no-mind’, of complete immersion in the moment. But the past and future haunted me, then and there, and breakfasting, and even with my naked laps in the pool.

A message at my workstation assigned me a new project. Such a relief! Focus on the design, not on my life. And Stefan’s life. And Katya’s life. None of that, now. Work work work. Filter-out reality. Stick with abstractions — much safer.

I did not think I was going mad but who knows?

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The week took on a pattern. First, Katya introduced him to everyone in the market, and to his job’s long days — managers worked twelve-hour shifts, eight AM to eight PM. Her dad, still the owner and boss, did the actual hiring, but Stefan was no stranger, and easily showed his job skills.

I smiled, imagining his big boss calling him ‘son’ without irony.

When my folks came to visit, I knew ‘meet the parents’ would go easy with them, too. They had known him as long as I.

So Stefan and Katya fell into their grueling workday routine, and I slaved over my designs, and we got together after twilight to swim naked in refreshing water, and hug and kiss. Stefan alternated nights with her and me but he always left early.

“I need the time and space,” he said. I had to accept that. I dared not poke at whatever demons ate at him; I had no skills there. I could only love him while he was here.

I thought to invite him to live with me, to bring his clothes, tools, books, and laptop, but it was too soon.

Katya made sure Stefan had the same Tuesday-Wednesday ‘weekend’. I made sure I had those days free from my project. We biked all the way to the dam and surveyed its barely-there reservoir before swooping down to the Tastee-Freez for sinful refreshments and then on to my pool for splashing and straight sin, with genitals mouthed and juices flowing. We tried to muffle loud orgasms, to not alarm or amuse the neighbors.