Spring Break Mischief

Cassie- April first on the private beach

"Don't stop!" Cassie roared. Another climax was close enough that she could taste it.

Connor nodded. His taut, tanned body was gleaming from liberal applications of sunscreen and fevered sex. The nerdy man being ripped had been a pleasant surprise when he shed his clothing this morning. Before today, she'd yet to see Connor without a shirt, let alone naked. His thick, curved cock was another welcome shock when he stripped before meeting the group on the nude beach.

Being tall, tan, and handsome wasn't a surprise. It was part of the reason that Cassie had a crush on him since the day Sandy introduced him. Connor's dark goatee was a recent and appealing addition to his deceptively rugged features. It was his emerald-green eyes that Cassie hadn't been able to get out of her head.

Cassandra bridged her back with the sand of the beach as Connor gripped her hips and thundered thrusts into her. His naked cock was so warm and smooth in her pussy. Natural lubrication made the bottle of lube that Cassie brought with her to the beach today go completely unused. Her best friend had her turned on in a manner she thought was impossible.

"I... can't... much longer!" Connor gasped in a broken sentence.

"DON'T STOP!"

"I'm going to..." Connor grunted through clenched teeth.

"Then we cum together!" Cassie shouted. Connor looked away from her, obviously still trying to hold out. Cassandra brought an arm up to engage her clit. Her core was straining to hold her in this position, but she added additional stress, locking her legs around Connor so he could feel that she didn't need him to pull out. "IUD!" she confirmed she had birth control.

Connor flicked his devastating green eyes back to her. Determination flared in his gaze as his hips and glutes engaged a higher gear, driving his cock in and out of Cassandra like a jackhammer. She moved her bum and abs to meet every thrust, forcing his endowment deeper into her, never at the same angle.

"OOOHHHH!!!" Casandra screamed, uncaring that the beach might be private, but her friends were likely still only a dune or two away. Her body wound like a spring, tighter and tighter as energy compacted in her womanhood, ready to be released. Her fingers worked on her clit, trying to help free that force in a supernova.

"Gah!" Connor grunted and forced his cock as deep as it could go. Heat suddenly bloomed in Cassandra's womb, causing her to detonate.

"FFFFFUUCCCCCKKKKK!" Expletives leaped from Cassie's mouth as she crumbled into orgasm. Her legs shook around her lover but never let him free. As the climax rolled through her, Cassandra's abs contracted and relaxed, pulling her off the sand and then letting her crash back down.

Orgasm had never been a stranger in her love life, but with Connor, it was orders of magnitude more robust. Bliss pulsed through her body with every beat of her heart. Her neurons were overwhelmed as they sang in a joyful chorus. Across clenched eyelids danced the colors of a brilliant dawn, heralding the start of something amazing. Her pussy constricted against the welcome invader as more heat spread through her.

More than merely powerful, this climax also gripped Cassie's body for longer than any. When she finally forced her eyes open, Connor was stroking into her as he elongated her orgasm.

"Good... god..." Cassie gasped.

"That's my line," Connor smirked as he lowered Cassie to the sand. He carefully kept his weight off her as he met her lips in a satisfied but still passionate kiss. "I've never done that before, not even with a condom." Connor crashed into the sand beside her, pulling free of her embrace but keeping hold of her hand. This wasn't just sex; it was a payoff for three and a half years of build-up with Cassie's best friend.

"Neither have I. Holy shit, that was hot. Can't do that every time, but on special occasions, that's going to be necessary." Cassie said as she puffed to catch her breath. She needed to broach the topic of her and Sandy's deception, but that could wait as she basked in the afterglow. "Think I'm utterly full!" She giggled.

"The feeling of you cumming while I did?" Connor leaned in for a kiss. "Don't think I'm going to reach those heights again." His spent cock was still near its erect size, but now it seemed to be too exhausted to stand.

"Maybe not, but we can certainly try. Often." Cassie snuggled close. "As frequently as I can make this guy stand." She toyed with his cock. The slickness of her excitement that was coating the phallus was enough to overcome the sticky dollops of his semen streaking it.

"That would be my plan, too."

"I love a good snuggle after sex, but we better rinse off and reapply sunscreen. Might have rubbed it off some parts that I expect to be using often on this trip." Cassie sat up. Tell him. Admit it now before it's too late. Her brain and heart begged, but fear tamped down the need. "Don't think your lotion is going to do me any good." She giggled as she pointed out the surplus of sperm leaking onto her thighs. "Holy shit, there's a lot!"

"Don't think the sex would be as good with a sunburnt cock." Connor sprang to his feet and extended his hand to help Cassie up. "Don't get me wrong, I'd find a way after that, but best to avoid that."

"You're rooming with me now. My sister can find somewhere else." Cassie grinned before accepting another kiss from her tall lover. He had to stoop to meet her lips.

"I think Savannah will have a place for her."

"Listen, Connor..." Cassie took a breath, trying to steady herself for the confession. Please don't change things. She begged the universe silently.

"You never do anything halfway, do you, Cassie?" Over the dunes marched Sandy, Cassandra's twin sister, hand-in-hand with Savannah, her best friend, whose status appeared to have changed judging by the love bites on each woman and messy hair.

Sandy was Cassie's identical twin, only with a mane dyed raven black. This morning, she'd had black pubes to match the hair, but she'd shaved them off. It was how her sister was typically, but their deception required her to match Cassie's usual look.

"Cassie?" Connor's jaw dropped. "I thought you were a lesbian."

"And I thought Sandy was straight." Savannah shrugged. "I can assure you, she's not." She smirked.

"No condom and sperm leaking from your cooch?" Sandy stepped closer. "I've never done either of those, and I was engaged before things with Kevin fell apart."

"I know he's clean, and I have an IUD." Cassie gripped the still-speechless Connor's hand.

"Yeah, but the first time you had sex?" Sandy giggled. "She was kind of a virgin, Connor."

Sandy's not really lying, Cassie thought. Her definition was stretching credibility. She hadn't had sex with a man before Connor on a private beach, but there had been plenty of partners. Before college, Cassie had dated a guy and done plenty of fooling around. Oral sex and other play were frequent. In college, she'd indulged her curiosity in the fairer sex. Before Cassie knew it, all her friends had assumed she was a lesbian.

Taking the opposite route, Sandy had technically gone to prom solo, but that was merely a ruse to hide her relationship with a woman from that woman's mother. Cassie was the only one outside the girls that knew about their relationship. Sandy had been head over heels for the other woman, but there could never be something more profound as the girl couldn't come out and went to a university across the country.

The doomed relationship spurred Sandy to try something different when she got to school, and their group of friends decided she was the straight twin. They had been carbon copy petite blondes with blue eyes and slender forms until the girls differentiated half a semester into college. Cassie dyed her hair black and wore nearly exclusively pink and black, almost goth, clothes.

Sandy went for a girl-next-door look that had worked well for her. A look that she maintained until the night before they flew out to the private, nude beach near Savannah's family's vacation home.

Cassie had plenty of experience with toys. On her own with dildos and vibes, then with her girlfriends, strap-ons often joined in on the fun. It wasn't something that Cassie thought she needed frequently; she preferred to take her time and explore a lover, but there were occasions, like today, when she required getting fucked. Connor was just the first one to do it with a cock. She was silently begging for it not to be the last occasion with Connor.

"Yours was the first cock ever inside my pussy. Sex had always involved women before you." Cassie confirmed her sister's statement. "Sorry, Connor. I didn't want to deceive you. I just needed to shake you out of thinking this wasn't on the menu."

"I..." the man stuttered. "I had sex with Cassie?" Connor blinked in disbelief.

Connor - A few hours earlier

"You're coming to the beach, right?" Sandy flounced into Connor's bedroom without knocking. "Only way you get to see me without a towel." She grinned.

Sandy had been spending a lot of time with Connor on the spring break trip. An inordinate amount of time. Usually, it was Sandy's sister Cassie who was his partner in crime, but since they'd gotten to Savannah's vacation house, Cassie had her eyes on Savannah. He was surprised by the surge of jealousy he felt when the pair shared a moment, but Connor had to push those insidious feelings away.

"I thought the rest of the trip was clothing optional." Connor shrugged.

"Optional being the keyword," Sandy smirked. "Once Savannah's folks fly out, it's a decision for each of us. I usually go naked, but if you don't want to play along, I'll have to wear a swimsuit so you don't feel left out." She'd been wearing a pink string bikini all weekend, though they'd yet to make it to the beach. The rain had other plans. The suit was already doing laps in Connor's thoughts. This morning, he could see baby-blue straps coming out of the top of her white towel wrapping.

This was the first time that Connor could make it to the annual spring break trip to the coast. While Savannah's family name was literally plastered on the side of the law school at the university they all attended, Connor was the first in his family to go to college. He could only afford it because of his scholarship. At Cassie's insistence, Connor had put a little into savings each summer so he could finally afford a plane ticket.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Just need to put on sunscreen. Would you help me with my back?" Connor grabbed a bright bottle out of his suitcase.

"I demand reciprocation! Though I'll need stronger stuff." Sandy shook her head. The petite blondes' blue eyes were dangerous.

Both the Lowry sisters are my type of beautiful. Connor thought. Cassie was more of his match in personality, but the scintillating young woman was only into the fairer sex, and even if she wasn't, Connor wouldn't want to casually risk his tight relationship with the woman. Blue eyes and black hair had their own appeal.

"Think I can handle that." Connor nodded as he pulled off his shirt. It was the first time he had been shirtless in the presence of either Lowry sister. The first three days of the planned beach vacation had been rained out, so they'd entertained themselves with games and night life at the local bars. He had nothing to be ashamed of, but going shirtless hadn't come up. During the warm months of the year, Connor was nearly five hundred miles away from his friends.

Connor had an eternal tan, a gift from the genetics of his African American grandfather, who was his personal hero. The man had little in the way of a formal education, but his mechanical skills were unrivaled. His grandfather also volunteered to repair cars in his spare time for charity. It was where Connor had developed his love for mechanical engineering. Grandpa Franklin had been so proud of him when he got into his dream college with a full-ride scholarship.

The remainder of his grandparents, being Caucasian, meant that his complexion looked eternally toasty. Connor had no idea how he managed green eyes out of the mixing of DNA that created him, but they seemed to be a favored feature that the women he dated complimented. Been a while since I had a girlfriend. Connor kept to himself. He was so close to achieving his goal of being summa cum laude when he graduated that Connor had cut out most of his social life to succeed when classes got challenging.

"Oh, wow." Sandy's jaw dropped when Connor turned back toward her. Sandy, Savannah, and Cassie were the only ones that he couldn't cut out while he was pushing away all other distractions.

If Sandy was present, Savannah was never far behind. The tall, slender brunette had every reason to be a spoiled rich girl, but that wasn't her personality. Her kind but daring personality was likely the reason that Cassie seemed attached to the woman on the spring break trip. Her family had been here for a long weekend but were flying out several days before the end of the vacation.

"My eyes are up here!" Connor scowled, then laughed.

"They're dangerous, too." Sandy grinned. "Now, turn around so I can make with the sunscreen." She snapped as she grabbed the bottle from Connor's nightstand.

"Cold!" Connor yelped when Sandy slapped on the sunscreen.

"Baby." Sandy giggled. "The muscles feel as good as they look." The beauty murmured.

"You know how I destress." Connor shrugged. Whenever his course load overwhelmed him, he took a timeout to go to the gym and lift weights or go for a run. "This last year has been quite stressful."

"It has, hasn't it?" Sandy asked rhetorically. She was working on a degree in computer engineering. It was the engineering department's prerequisite classes that introduced Connor to Sandy and, by extension, to her twin.

Cassie had a similar aptitude in math, but she put that skill to use to become a high school calculus teacher. She was student teaching at a high school in the same city as the university this semester, somewhat limiting Connor's time with her over the last few months. If only Cassie was into guys. The man's thoughts were never far from his best friend.

"Wait here a minute," Sandy demanded after she finished applying Connor's thick coat of sun protection.

Connor occupied himself with putting on sunscreen while Sandy was gone. Is there something brewing between Sandy and me? Connor questioned the reflection in the mirror. If there is, will it drive a wedge between Cassie and me? He was going to have a hard time telling the beauty no if something happened between the two of them.

"I needed something stronger." Sandy stepped back into the room, but she'd lost her towel.

What had Connor staring was not only her tiny, sky-blue string bikini bottoms but also her missing top. She must have packed multiple bikinis. Her teardrop pair of breasts were proof of divine power in Connor's mind. They looked like the perfect handfuls with perkiness off the charts. Small, bright pink nipples were perfectly placed at the peaks. Her left breast had a tiny imperfection on the outside of the swell, some how ruining unnatural perfection and making Sandy cuter.

Other guys may have lusted after larger breasts, such as Savannah's pair, but to Connor, the pair he was gawking at was perfect. They weren't so tiny that Sandy appeared flat, but they were humble and sporty. Better than anything I could imagine.

"Holy..." Connor stuttered.

"Savannah's family left, and I figured that if you were topless, I could be, too." Sandy smiled like a cat toying with a mouse.

"It's a good look. I like the tan and lack of lines."

"Thanks. We've been laying out on Savannah's roof for a couple of days before the trip." Sandy's we almost always referred to her and her twin. They would enumerate anyone else. "Still have some tan lines down here, though." She motioned toward her bottoms.

"So, clothing optional through the weekend if I go to the nude beach today?"

"Yup."

"Not going to suddenly yell April Fools' after I take off my suit, are you?"

"Oh. It's the first today, isn't it?" Sandy grinned. "Got something else planned. I never joke about nudity. Can I turn around? Are you done staring?" She giggled.

"Give me a second. You know how beautiful you are, right?" Connor grabbed Sandy's bottle of sunscreen.

The twins were stunningly gorgeous for far more reasons than their perky breasts, but this was Connor's first time seeing them with less on than a bikini top or sports bra. The gym was where the Lowry sisters burned stress, much like Connor. Intramural coed basketball was one of the first activities that brought Connor, Savannah, Sandy, and Cassie together. Savannah and Connor had the advantage of height, but the Lowry sisters' ferocity, speed, and tenacity made them terrors on the hardwood.

Sandy's tummy was tight and toned, with her strong core making an appearance whenever she twisted in the right way. Her legs were comparatively long for her short height. They showed the effectiveness of her running, yoga, and weight training.

Connor didn't ask Sandy to turn around but walked around her as he warmed the sunscreen between his palms. Just because Sandy had been impish didn't mean he would be, at least not about this. Smooth, tan skin looked more enticing without a top. He rubbed in the lotion judiciously as he gazed at one of the Lowry sisters' best features. Their pert, round bottoms were breathtaking. Doubly so in the tiny bikini she was wearing.

"Make sure you don't miss a spot like my sister did last year."

"I'll do my best, but your ass is distracting."

"You do like to stare at them, don't you?" Sandy giggled.

"It's hard not to."

"Why do you think I like wearing yoga pants when you're around?" Sandy whirled around and gave him a wink.

After the sunscreen was on, the pair sat and talked for a few minutes while waiting for the call that the rest of their crew was headed toward the beach. Savannah's vacation home only had three spare bedrooms while her family was home. Connor was thankful that Savannah had allowed him the one unclaimed bedroom so he didn't have to pay for a hotel. Everyone else was staying at a rental halfway across the island.

"Looks like they're on their way." Sandy looked at her cellphone. "Ready to get naked?"

"I have nothing to be ashamed of." Connor shrugged, projecting a greater calm than he felt. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and moved to get up when Sandy stopped him.

"Need to do something first." Sandy straddled Connor's chair and sat in his lap. "Something I've wanted to do for three and a half years." She threw her arms around his back, bringing her chest into contact with him before leaning in to meet his lips. Her breasts felt even better against him than they'd looked.

The world seemed to stop spinning for a moment as they kissed for the first time. Sandy's lips were soft, needy, hungry, and desperate as one kiss blended into an impromptu make-out session. Connor pulled Sandy closer as their tongues danced around each other in something between a waltz and a wrestling match.

"I thought that would work," Sandy smirked as she pulled away. "The electricity in the kiss was a welcome surprise, though."

"Would work?" Connor was puzzled by Sandy's wording and stupefied by the single most significant kiss he'd ever experienced.

"Needed to get a preview of what you were working with." Sandy stood, then squeezed Connor's manhood through his swim trunks. "Might have some ideas on how to put it to work later." She smiled as she tapped her bikini bottoms. "I'll need repeated applications until I'm satisfied. If he's not too big." Sandy giggled.

"Really?" Connor blinked in disbelief.

"Uh-huh. And just so there's no confusion. I mean your big penis in my tight vagina. Sex, Connor. I need to get laid, and we only have a month and a half to see if there is something more."

"That kiss felt like something more."

"Yeah." Sandy flashed a grin before looking flustered and breaking eye contact. "I'm going to get my beach tote. Wanna meet me downstairs, or do you need a minute?" Her confidence rebounded with the taunt.

"You tease!" Connor shook his fist as Sandy chuckled.

Sandy disappeared to get ready, and Connor packed some extra sunscreen and towels in a tote of his own after ensuring that his parts, currently under trunks, were covered in sunscreen. It was long enough that his cock finally wasn't tenting his trunks when he went downstairs to prepare the cooler. Cassie was pulling seltzers and beers from the fridge. She wasn't wearing anything.

"Almost ready for the beach?" Cassie asked as she turned toward Connor. She looked exactly like her sister, save for a mane of raven black, straight hair. Although he hadn't seen it yet, Connor was sure that Sandy wouldn't have a wedge of black pubes above her pussy. They did, likely, have similar tan lines around their womanhoods.

"Just about." Connor nodded as he reached into the freezer for bags of ice. "Listen, your sister made a move on me. If I hook up with her, that won't be a problem, right? She kissed me." That didn't sound like a powerful enough word to describe the passion he'd shared with Sandy, but he didn't want to go into graphic detail.

"Good. She really likes you, Connor." Cassie grinned. "You two need to fuck and see if your parts fit together right!"

"Are you ready to go?" Connor knew not to engage with the Lowry girl's impish nature. "The crew texted they were leaving the hotel."

"Yes and no." Savannah sauntered into the kitchen and slid beside Cassie. She was nearly a foot taller than Cassie, a few inches shorter than Connor, and had frizzy, tightly curled black hair. Her light mocha skin tone came from her mother's side of the family.

Like Cassie, who Savannah threw an arm around, Savannah was already observing the new nudity available now that her parents were gone. Her fake breasts looked real, but Savannah had no problem letting anyone know they weren't natural. Unlike Cassie, Savannah's womanhood was waxed bare. She was a striking woman and confirmed lesbian.

"Savannah and I are going to meet you guys at the beach in a little while." Cassie smiled.

"We've been dating for a while, and I haven't gotten a taste of her pussy yet," Savannah giggled. "Just kissing and dry humping."

"I don't know if the humping was all that dry. My panties were soaked!" Cassie giggled as she turned bright pink.

"A while?" Connor didn't need any more details about his best friend and her dream woman.

"Uh-huh. Savannah asked me out when she came over to help pack for spring break." Cassie nodded. "I need to explore this woman now that she's on the menu."

"Congratulations." Connor had always thought that the pair would make a cute couple.

"Have fun with my sister, but treat her right, or I'll have Savannah castrate you."

"I will." Connor gulped. He had no intention of disappointing either Lowry sister, but Cassie's glare was intense.

"Have everything packed?" Savannah asked Cassie.

"Yup."

"Good, I need you in my bed, now!" Savannah smacked Cassie's butt with an open palm. "Then probably in my shower and wherever else we can get in trouble."

"Never played with fake titties!" Cassie giggled as she grabbed Savannah's hand and pulled her toward the back staircase.

Connor smiled as the pair retreated for fun. He was ecstatic for the pair, though worried about how their group dynamic was going to change. Cassie was his best friend, and Sandy was Savannah's. He prayed that adding relationships to the mix didn't cause any instability.

"Ready?" Sandy bounced down the opposite stairs a minute later. Connor followed every quake firing through the stunning blonde. She now had a tote under one arm and a towel over that shoulder, but both were arranged so her perky chest was unoccluded by fabric.

"Yes, ma'am. Got the cooler." Connor grabbed the pull handle on the big blue plastic cooler.

"Good, you have an open hand." Sandy reached out to interweave her fingers with his. "I want to date Connor. I'm not frivolous with either my heart or my pussy."

"I know your reputation well." Connor chuckled. "If we're going to cross this threshold and change everything, I don't want it to be merely on a vacation-fueled whim." He nodded.

"I've been thinking about it for three and a half years. Needed to do something before the end of college splits us apart." Sandy stopped them before they walked out of the beach house. "Maybe we can find something to keep us together." Her baby blues gleamed when she smiled.

"I... I didn't know you were this into me." Connor leaned down to steal a kiss from the dynamic blonde.

"You can figure out all kinds of terrific things if you pay attention." Sandy winked. "Now, before we leave the beach house, it's time to lose this. I figure if you came this far, you'd make it the twenty meters to the beach." Her delicate fingers grabbed the elegantly tied blue bow on the hip closest to Connor and tugged. The reason for the bikini change was apparent; her pink suit was sewn instead of tied together.

For the second time this morning, time seemed to slow to a crawl. The baby blue loop shrank as Sandy pulled it through the knot; Connor could hear the friction of the fabric giving way before the knot fell. Her tan line around her hip came into view. Gravity didn't want to do its job for a moment as her bottoms either gripped Sandy or it was anticipation halting the sands of time.

Connor's heartbeat boomed in his ears as he silently begged for time to tick forward just a little. Sandy had to pull the bow on the opposite hip to finally get her bottoms to fall. He might have just seen the other Lowry sister bottomless, but there was something different when fun was promised to come. The fabric fluttered to the ground before Sandy turned toward him. Every revelation of her body was stirring something lustful and primal within Connor.

"Gorgeous," Connor muttered as he took Sandy in. Her defined core pointed toward her smoothly waxed mound and Sandy's inviting cleft. Her labia were the same delicate pink as the outer portion of her areolae. Connor involuntarily licked his lips as he imagined diving in and sampling the nectar decorating her tiny pussy like dew.

"Your turn!" Sandy giggled as she grabbed the waistband of his board shorts and yanked them down. "Shaved?" Her blue eyes lit up as she inspected his manhood.

"Your sister told me it was what the guys did down here." Connor shrugged.

"We planned this together!" Sandy giggled. "It's usually just Savannah and one of the Lowry sisters that are denuded. Though, she owes me a wine at the bar because she didn't think you'd do it!"

"Damnit!" Connor shook his head.

"It's a good look on you, Connor. I assume you shaved after our run this morning?" Sandy stood and grabbed his hand.

"Yeah, I touched it up," Connor confirmed. He didn't need stubble if he was going through with what Cassie had insisted was the norm. Back at home, Cassie was his running partner, but she and Savannah had been running all week.

Sandy was a more than capable substitute. Running was always better with someone to spur him on and converse with as they put miles beneath their running shoes. Seeing a Lowry sister in a sports bra and tight shorts was another welcome distraction.

"Good, it looks smooth. Waxing has its advantages in upkeep."

"Plus, it looks stunning." Connor smiled and leaned down for a slow kiss. "Better head to the beach before you get me too eager again. Your sister told me it's a major faux pau for this guy to misbehave on the beach."

"The Lowry sisters are smart women. All three of them." Sandy smiled. Their older sister, Miranda, was at the top of her class in medical school.

"Are they ever. I'm lucky to have made close acquaintances with them." Connor brushed a few loose strands of blonde over Sandy's shoulders.

"And fuck one of them soon," Sandy smirked.

"That sounds a little crass." Connor shook his head.

"It's going to be," Sandy giggled as she grabbed Connor's hand. "We'll have the opportunity to make love and all that romantic stuff, but I know my pussy. She needs to get fucked. Hard. I'm almost dripping with anticipation. It's good that my lady boner is a little more hidden because it's a full-on slip-and-slide down there."

"We could leave our friends to their own devices and find a bed."

"A. I don't need to overhear my sister and Savannah the first time we hook up. B. One of us, a Lowry Sister or Savannah, needs to make sure the rules of the beach are adhered to, and since they're indisposed, it's on me. C. I've always wanted to have sex on the beach. D. It would mean you haven't gone to the beach naked. Do you want me to get dressed the rest of the week?" Sandy faked a pout.

"No. I'd hate to hide this beauty." Connor encouraged Sandy to spin around as if they were dancing. "Though, if we're going to Giancarlo's Friday night, you might have to get dressed for that."

"Might cause a bit of a scene, but if it were legal, I would." Sandy grinned. "One more secret to let you in on, Connor. You know about the nude beach spring break trips, but our apartment is clothing optional when we're not entertaining guests. Savannah's an exception to that rule. Play your cards right, and you can be, too."

"How have I never encountered this before?"

"How had I never seen you without a shirt before today?" Sandy felt his pecs. "You got close to catching us more than a few times. We..." She suddenly blushed.

"We what?" Connor took the opportunity to reciprocate and explore one of Sandy's breasts. They were a striking mix of firm and soft.

"My sister and I used to dare each other to see if we could stay naked while you were visiting. I even got a snack from the kitchen without being seen while you and my sister were doing homework in the front room."

"Damn, I need to be more observant."

"And participate!" Sandy smacked Connor's bare ass. "We did get caught once by a visitor. Luckily, it was Savannah, and after some initial embarrassment, she joined in."

"Fine, rub it in a little!" Connor shook his head.

"To the beach!" She pointed out the back door.

At the beach, their other eight friends who had come on the trip were waiting, each in a different state of undress as they had just arrived. Sandy wrangled the group as they got some shelters set up to provide shade throughout the quickly warming day. The eight additional friends were grouped into four pairs, and none of them missed Sandy and Connor holding hands whenever they had a chance. Connor got several smiles and nods.

Can't let what would've seemed perfect impede my chance with Sandy. Connor told himself. There was no point in ever pining for Cassie when she wasn't available. There's no settling with Sandy. Connor grinned whenever he glimpsed the petite blonde. He was happy with his new girlfriend, even verging on ecstatic.

In high school, Connor had been a geeky kid with only a handful of close friends. He'd decided to covertly reinvent himself starting his senior year of high school. Ethan, his older brother, started him in weight training. Between a summer job working in manual labor for the city's parks department and Ethan's plan, Connor transformed from being a beanpole. It helped with his confidence as well, but it wouldn't stop him from being an introvert.

A few instances of getting mocked in the high school locker room made Connor hesitant to go shirtless, even with his reforged physique. He would have been happy keeping his head down and studying, but one engineering calculus class changed everything. Sandy was the first, but his friend group swelled exponentially. The Lowry sisters were brilliant but also outgoing and gave him zero chance of being a hermit.

The dozen students on the trip were a mere fraction of the social group that orbited Savannah, Sandy, and Cassie as their stellar body. Connor was merely the closest planet that circled the trio of bright stars. The group now included some juniors, so the cluster wouldn't wither when their nucleus graduated in late May.

Libations were imbibed, and games were played in the ocean's warmth. Connor didn't abstain, but he did moderate himself. It wouldn't do to stumble over his words as he charmed his new girlfriend. Sandy was rarely far away as the group caroused and played on the first day they could attend the beach without their suits. There was handholding, caresses, and kisses on frequent offer.

An impromptu volleyball tournament started in the pristine tan sand. Loud music drifted from a pair of speakers that Savannah had set up the night before. Connor just had to bring them out of the shed that sheltered them from last night's rain. After winning the first match, Sandy grabbed his hand and pulled him up and over a dune. She had her tote over her shoulder and an intoxicating smile on her pink-stained lips.

"Where you taking me?" Connor asked. "I thought a Lowry sister or Savannah needed to be at the beach."

"They'll be fine for a little while. It'll be like an hour until we get to play again, and I want to take you somewhere exceptionally special." Sandy swished her hips as she took them over a second white sand dune.

"Where's that?"

"The first place you fuck me." Sandy twirled around and pushed him into the white sand. Although it was already on Savannah's private beach, this place had added seclusion. "Or I fuck you, this isn't going to be a passive thing on my part." She giggled. "Maybe we fuck is the most correct?"

"I have condoms back in the house," Connor argued.

"Later, we both know you're clean." Sandy dropped her tote into the sand and straddled Connor's thighs.

Both know I'm clean? I've only ever admitted that to Cassie. Connor was confused for a moment. They're twins and roommates. Can't expect them not to talk. At times, their sharing bordered on seeming telepathic.

"I am." Connor nodded.

"So am I. I was jealous of Camila last year." Sandy grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of strokes. "Had I known what you were working with, I'd have been even more envious."

"I had no idea," Connor said as Sandy scrabbled up his torso and leaned in for a kiss.

"Savannah told me you have rave reviews from past lovers."

Camila had once been close with Savannah before she graduated a semester early and left without so much as a goodbye. Connor got a breakup text message when he thought they were supposed to be going to dinner for a going away party.

"Sandy, I..." Connor started to say something, but Sandy interrupted him with a finger to his lips and a shake of her head.

"No more talking. Nod your head if you want to do this."

Connor complied dumbly, following Sandy's rules. There was no more room for words as Sandy reared up, grasped Connor's cock, and pointed it toward her waiting womanhood. It didn't look like his endowment was going to fit at first, as her tiny pussy stretched to envelop him. Sandy sucked in air through clenched teeth as Connor's thick head disappeared inside her. She was crushingly tight around him as her warmth radiated into his cock.

"Oh fuck!" Sandy sighed, pleasure sparkling on her radiant features.

It took a minute and several repetitions of Sandy lowering and raising, one hand pressing up on the middle of Connor's chest. She braced her opposite against her leg, driving the motion. Her nectar dripped down Connor's cock, excitement for the moment evident. It was the tightest vagina Connor had ever been in as if his cock was a nail being driven through a silken board.

Once Sandy had fully ensconced Connor, she leaned in for a kiss, panting profusely. Her passion escalated as her pelvic muscles pulsed around him. "It fits! No filling my pussy before I've had my fun." Sandy leaned up as she giggled and picked up speed.

Cassie - A few weeks before spring break

"Oblivious!" Cassie huffed as she closed the door to the apartment a little harshly, sending a sound reverberating through the older building. It wasn't as popular of a building as some of the new ones close to campus, but none of those apartments had washers, driers, and dishwashers in their units.

"Connor?" Sandy looked up from her computer perched on her lap. She had her legs out, feet resting on the glass coffee table. A green scrunchy corralled her blonde hair. Pressure marks on her shoulders and breasts showed she hadn't gotten comfortable until recently.

"Who else?" Cassie rolled her eyes. "Your capstone group gone?"

"Just a few minutes ago." Sandy pointed at the neatly folded stack of clothes on the hand-me-down white leather couch beside her. Once she was alone in the apartment, Cassie's twin was naked. "Would I be comfy if they hadn't, Cassie?"

Sandy was a blonde clone of Cassie. Shared genetics and a similar drive for exercise meant that very little differentiated them. They shared the same short stature, barely reaching over five feet tall. Both girls were slender and toned with legs that were long for their diminutive height. Their chests were on the small side, but that was never an impediment in having guys swoon over Cassie's blonde counterpart.

Their parents, naming their twin girls Cassandra and Sandra, were a source of consternation for the pair. Sharing the middle name of Ann wasn't a differentiator, so the girls used the diminutive form of the monikers. Other than the questionable selection of names at their birth, their family had been very supportive of the girls growing up.

"Suppose not. How goes the great group project?" Cassie set her tote on the kitchen counter, then lifted her pink and black sports bra over her head. Her sister wasn't the only one comfortable in the nude.

"You know, three of us are pulling dead weight up a hill, but isn't that how group work always goes?"

"Fifty-fifty split? Not bad, actually." Cassie had to kick off her running shoes to shimmy out of her tight running pants. When she scooped up her clothes and put them in the washer, it wasn't a shock to find her sister's workout gear already in the basin. Consciously or unconsciously, there was a rhythm to their lives that no one else could hear.

"True. Back to the first topic, though. What did Connor do this time?" Sandy closed her laptop and set it on the pile of clothing beside her on the hand-me-down leather couch. "Other than looking hunky and making my twin tingle in all the right places."

"Doesn't believe me when I tell him I'm not a lesbian." Cassie flopped onto the recliner across the living room from her sister. "Well, more he thinks I'm teasing and joking around. Do I need to fuck a guy in front of him for him to understand?"

"You've dated three girls in three years." Sandy shrugged. "Don't think you want another man to be your first."

"You're right." Cassie sighed, and a feeling of defeat pulsed through her. She'd been stuck on Connor for three years.

"Seems like he'd be gentle."

"Not too gentle, I hope," Cassie smirked as a daydream played unbidden in her head. "He thinks you're hot." She switched topics instead of luxuriating in the vision.

"I'm the blonde version of you! Only difference was you were born a few minutes earlier!" Sandy threw her hands in the air.

"Right!? And this spot on my boob."

"Or this one on my mound." Sandy tapped a tiny discoloration above her pussy. "Guess it's not a hint if you always have that black wedge."

"Hmm... true." The threads of a plan started to weave in Cassie's head, but it was too duplicitous to let escape. The girls had a habit of egging each other on and trying insane things if they were together.

"If it makes you feel better, being dense isn't contained in guys alone."

"What did Savannah do?"

"Asked me if I'd mind if she asked you out." Sandy sighed. "I'm right here!"

Cassie's sister had been pining for Savannah for a while, but those feelings were more intense now that both women were single. Sandy had her heart shattered over winter break when her boyfriend went home and hooked up with his high school sweetheart.

"You salivate every time you see her naked."

"Can't help it. She looks delicious. I need to devour that cute little pussy!"

"Too bad we can't Parent Trap their asses." Cassie chuckled. Her idea escaped. Denying herself what she dreamed of was one thing. Her sister missing out on her soulmate was something entirely different.

"Why not?" Sandy grinned and narrowed her eyes. "Spring break seems like the perfect time for some twin mischief. It'll be April Fool's Day halfway through."

"Think I regret bringing it up already. I don't think Savannah or Connor are going to be fans of being deceived." Cassie shook her head. She was desperate for Connor's touch, but she wanted something more out of an encounter with the man.

"Maybe not, but at least we'd sate our curiosity. You don't want to graduate college without trying cock, do you?"

"Connor's cock or nothing. It's not like I haven't had a lot of experience with dildos and strap-ons. Annie and Delilah liked fucking me." Her first and most recent girlfriends loved equipping artificial phalluses in the bedroom.

"They may have liked to hit it, but it's not the same, sis." Sandy shook her head with a laugh. "Guys have better control, and it's warmer. Hard to describe the difference, but I'm a fan. Though, you have to deal with them suddenly spitting all over the place and then having to wait until they get it up again."

"Plus, dildos are always hard and ready to go."

"True. I've only experienced that once." Sandy sighed. "Come on, sis, if neither of our friends wants to believe we're bisexual, we need to prove it to them."

A vision of Connor taking Cassie to bed flashed in her mind. His green eyes stared down in awe as he explored her body. She could see herself spreading her legs wide to welcome his entry. Does he have a nice cock? That was another concern. With strap-ons, lovers could select their tools based on the needs of their girlfriend. In her fantasy, Connor was well-equipped and knew precisely what he was doing.

"What would this involve?" Cassie squirmed as her momentary fantasy made her eager to explore.

"I must grow this out, but I was going to need to get waxed again before the trip." Sandy tapped her mound.

"Could get you a merkin." Cassie giggled.

"Don't know that those would stand up to the scrutiny I have planned for Savannah. Plus, the thought of gluing something to my sensitive bits..." Sandy waved away the idea. "The Thursday before we fly out, we dye my hair and wash the black out of your hair."

"That might be a tall order. Seems hard to wash out this black."

"Elisa has some stuff I used after Halloween." Sandy had dyed her hair a vibrant red for a Halloween costume. Instead of using the temporary stuff, she'd made the mistake of using permanent color.

"We'd have to work on our mannerisms." Cassie tried to think through potential pitfalls. As they'd gotten older, each girl had consciously acquired quirks and habits to make themselves their own women.

"Not like we don't have plenty of time around each other to learn."

"We'll have to practice; it needs to be second nature by the time we get off the plane."

"Okay."

"If..." Cassie couldn't believe that she was contemplating this, but she'd had an unrequited crush on Connor for three years, and time was running out to explore whether the feelings could be authentic. "If we do this, we can't lie to them. Let them infer things, but never out-and-out lie to Savannah or Connor."

"That seems amenable, though; I think we may have to tell a bit of a fib to get things in motion."

"What's that?"

"Tell Connor and Savannah that we'd be okay if they dated our twin."

"That's not really a lie. I'd be happy if you wanted to date Connor." Cassie wanted her beau to be happy, even if it wasn't with her.

"You wouldn't feel jealousy?" Sandy raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't say that. My joy would outweigh it, though."

"Don't think mine would, but I have been into Savannah for longer than you've known Connor!" Sandy giggled.

Sandy had known Savannah for a day longer than Cassie knew Connor. She met Savannah at a freshman orientation mixer the night before classes. Sandy met Connor the next day, and when they saw each other at lunch, she introduced him to Cassie.

"I can't believe I'm considering this."

"You'll have to get waxed."

"Been thinking about doing that, anyway. Delilah was waxed, and the smoothness was fun." Cassie smiled. "It's always looked good on you."

"Bet Connor will get a kick out of it." Sandy nodded and then sighed. "I won't leave mine long the whole trip. How do you dye yours black?"

"Grow it out, and I'll divulge my secrets."

"Hope Elise's stuff works on your hair."

"We'll figure it out." Cassie had been worried before, but if she went for something, there would be no vacillation once she decided.

"What about the scar on your boob? It's not like our friends haven't seen you naked. It's a dead giveaway."

"The trap will have to be sprung on the first day things become clothing optional. Connor hasn't seen it."

"Yeah, but Savannah might see it before then!"

"True. Would she keep a secret if she discovered us early?"

"Does anyone know about our clothing-optional apartment other than her? I think we can trust her if something slips early."

"Speaking of, how is fulfilling the other dream on spring break? It's our last opportunity."

"I have a lead on that, but I'm going to need Savannah's help on April Fool's Day to accomplish it." Sandy smiled.

"Oh, what is it?"

"Can't jinx it yet, but I think it's our best chance yet to get a gig at the club." Sandy winked at her. "Speaking of plans, Savannah will be here in an hour to drive us to practice."

"That your way of telling me I need to shower?"

"You are a bit sweaty."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going!" Cassie stuck at her tongue before skipping down the hall to take a shower.

Connor - Having sex on the beach with Cassie, who he still believes is Sandy

His petite lover was an absolute dynamo on the beach. An image of her riding Connor, using every core muscle to dance atop him, was going to be indelibly etched in his brain. The Lowry sisters' petite but fierce personality extended into getting intimate. When Sandy flopped over, her chest against him as she screamed, her pussy pulsed around him as she climaxed.

Connor had to split his brain into enjoying the moment and doing some high-level math equations in his brain to keep from spilling. When her blue eyes opened, Sandy smothered him in kisses. Passion burned like uncontrolled wildfire in each position they attempted in the sand. Neither seemed to care that their boisterous lovemaking was likely overheard by their friends. The moment and the pair were all that mattered.

In his prior experience, missionary was a more passive position for Connor's partner, but there was nothing inactive about Sandy. Her abs rippled as her hips moved her womanhood in time with the beat of the music wafting over the dunes. Each thrust caused her perfectly shaped breasts to shudder in one more item that was going to be embossed in his psyche.

Nothing perfect could last forever, and despite Connor's attempts to stave off the inevitable orgasm for as long as he could, it was useless. He tried to warn Sandy and pull out, but she wouldn't have it. Hold out until she cums. Connor begged his anatomy. If she was sharing this intimate act with him, she needed to be rewarded for her utter trust.

Quickened thrusts pounded into Sandy, to her shrieking delight. Hold out! Connor scolded himself as the urge to release pounded against his anatomy. He bit his inner cheek to push the moment away for as long as he could, but Connor couldn't stall forever.

An electric pulse hammered up his spine, causing his cock to buzz with energy as it spit deep within Sandy. Keep going! Connor wrestled with staying in complete control as the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced demanded he stop and enjoy. Not until she cums! It only took a couple of thrusts for his lover to join him in bliss. Her vagina clamped and released around his ejaculating member. He had to push deep within her to allow his cock to spray its payload.

After more than a dozen blasts, conscious control returned to Connor, and he watched in awe as Sandy came. He wasn't about to pull out while she was still writhing and using his body to get more pleasure.

A flash of worry and guilt pinged through Connor. He had to push it away. Sandy had assured him that this was what she wanted. They snuggled close as she confessed that she'd enjoyed their coupling as much as he had. Sandy's better than any other lover. He kissed her with confidence before they prepared to rinse off in the ocean.

Savannah and her sister came over the dunes and shocked Connor by telling him that he'd just made love to Cassie, not Sandy, and broke him for a moment. He was in disbelief that he'd had sex with the woman of his dreams that he'd thought was off the menu.

"I..." Emotions roiled and writhed through Connor's brain. There was a spike of anger at being deceived over the weekend, but overwhelmingly, there was potent joy blasting through him. Cassandra was his best friend, and sex with her was the best he'd ever experienced. "I had sex with Cassie?"

"Sorry," tears were welling in Cassie's eyes. "I... you..."

"Cassie tried to tell you she was into you, Connor, but you wouldn't listen." Savannah sighed. "Kept thinking she was a lesbian."

"I'm bisexual, Connor. Just like my twin." Cassie grabbed his hand. "I needed a chance to see if the feelings were real."

"Hard to know that if I thought you were Sandy." Connor shook his head.

"Did I ever say I was Sandy?"

Connor closed his eyes and recalled every time they had spoken since Cassie and Sandy picked him up at the airport. Not once had the girls said their names, only referring to one another as their sister. Savannah didn't say their names either.

"No. You didn't." Connor shrugged. "You let me assume, though."

"What about when you called me Sandy earlier?"

"You shook your head," Connor said.

"Uh-huh. I never overtly lied."

"Did Savannah know?" Connor asked.

"She wasn't supposed to. This was my plan to get Savannah to see me differently." Sandy blushed.

"Figured if the woman would go through this type of charade to romance me; she was serious." Savannah shrugged. "I don't know how she thought she was going to fool me, though. I've seen her and Cassie naked a lot."

"How's that help?" Connor asked as Cassie pulled him by the hand toward the water.

"I've spent hours and hours hanging out naked with the Lowry sisters and, on top of the difference in hair color or fashion choices, their bodies have some subtle differences." Savannah hadn't let go of Sandy's hand since they'd made their appearance. "It's why they had to spring their trap before they spent too much time on the nude beach. I've spent a lot of time studying my blonde temptress from afar."

"I have a scar from a thorn when I went camping a few years ago." Sandy tapped a discolored spot on her mound.

"Taught her not to creep through the brambles without her panties." Cassie giggled as she stepped into the surf.

"Don't think a thin layer of cotton would've done me much good."

"That one was less obvious and covered by her recently lost pubes," Savannah explained as they followed Cassie and Connor into the waves.

"I prefer to be smooth."

"And I prefer anything that makes my girlfriend happy." Savannah leaned down for a scintillating kiss. "Cassie is the one with a more obvious mark on her left boob."

"I saw that, but since I'd never seen the Lowry sisters topless before today, it didn't help." Connor's burst of anger was being subsumed by his affection for Cassie.

"Curling iron while I was getting ready for prom."

"Ouch! Bet that made you dress uncomfortable." Connor leaned in to kiss the spot of discoloration on Cassie's breast. They'd shared prom pictures a few times since they'd gotten close, and Cassie had worn a tiny blue number with a bodice detail that couldn't have felt good with a burn bad enough to leave a scar.

"A little." Sandy winked at them. "I had to hear her bitch about it all night."

"At least until you snuck off with Sara!" Cassie stuck her tongue out at her twin. "So, Connor, I apologize for the deception, but not the sex." Cassie fluttered her intoxicating blue eyes at Connor. "Never the sex."

"No, that sex was... unbelievable."

"I've had the biggest crush on you since Sandy brought you to lunch." Cassie treaded the deepening water to come up to eye level with Connor. "I hope... I need..." Her cheeks turned bright pink.

"What is it, Cass?" Connor pulled her close.

"This doesn't seem like this should be a way a relationship starts, but I want to date you, Connor, not just mash our parts together."

"Might make a cute story someday, with some liberal editing for adult content." Connor laughed and pulled Cassie in for a kiss. When it broke, he looked around to find Savannah and Sandy frolicking in the surf and not paying attention to Connor and Cassie. "Tell you a secret?"

"Always."

"I thought I was going to have to settle for Sandy. It's always been you on my mind. I just thought you only liked women."

"Nope. I think Sandy's and I's attempts to ensure we weren't copying one another were too successful."

"Glad I was mistaken."

Cassie - A few minutes later

"So, we could go back to win the volleyball tourney. Or..."

"Or what, imp?" Connor raised an eyebrow.

"We could forgo putting on sunscreen. At least for now. Let Savannah and Sandy handle the beach."

"I was looking forward to winning the volleyball tourney." Connor kept treading water as he put a hand to his chin in thought.

"Think this guy has other ideas," Cassie smirked as she found his package under the water. He hardened in her grasp.

"He does," Connor answered with a kiss, then pulled away. "Sex with you was astounding, but..."

"But?"

"If we're going to do this, I want to do it right."

"Think we did it right on the beach earlier."

"It was the best sex I've ever had, but that's not what I'm referring to, Cassie."

"Then what?"

"No more tricks, okay? Honesty is vital in a relationship." Connor's expression hardened.

"I know, I whole heartedly agree. It's just..."

"Yeah, I was being a dumbass. I should have listened when you tried to tell me you were bi. Think I may have needed your version of a quick kick, but I still feel a little dirty."

"Then let me make this unequivocal. I've had a crush on you since I met you, Connor. I was hoping that you would ask me out our freshman year, but Annie did first, and everyone assumed I was a lesbian."

"I... I had no idea. I was more than a little dense when it came to women. I... hadn't even..."

"You hadn't what?"

"I was a virgin until spring break that year. A sophomore on my coed dorm floor who also didn't go anywhere for the break. There was no romance in our rendezvouses, but she spent the week teaching me things." Connor blushed. "Took that long to overcome a bunch of high school bullshit."

"You've learned well, Connor. I can't promise that there won't be fun surprises or good-natured shenanigans, but no lying about anything important."

"I pledge the same."

"So, volleyball or sex?" Cassie reached out for his cock again. It only took a couple of strokes to get a rise from him.

"Think it's going to be difficult to play volleyball in my current state." Connor shook his head with a smirk.

"Maybe I want to walk you by the group to show you off."

"Another time, when they don't think I'm dating Sandy."

"I don't think they were fooled by my hair color," Cassie said as they walked out of the surf. "They've seen me naked on several spring breaks. This spot gives me away." She tapped her small scar.

"You two going to finish the tournament?" Savannah asked as she and Sandy toweled off.

"Whoa! Good for you, sis!" Sandy grinned and pointed toward Connor's now-hard endowment. "And he's ready to go again!"

Connor was tall, at least a foot taller than Cassie. The man was delightfully toasty of complexion. His package was far darker than the rest of his smooth skin, with a thick head on his curved cock. He'd been through with his razor as there wasn't a stray hair anywhere on his shaft or testicles that where currently tight against him. The cool water's effect was evident on his balls, but not the rest of him.

"Take our place in the tourney? I'm going to put this to use." Cassie grabbed Connor's cock like it was the handle on a wagon, using it to pull him toward the house. They bypassed the flip-flops and tote filled with sunscreen.

Cassie took a route that wouldn't blatantly show off her intentions to the other eight friends on the beach. There would be time to show him off later.

"What do you have planned for me?" Connor asked as they scrambled into Savannah's now vacant vacation home.

"I'm going to make full use of this guy again." Cassie tugged Connor's cock twice, marveling at its rigidity. "Maybe two or three times before band practice."

"You're going to practice here?" Connor asked. He stared at her, then blinked and grinned.

"Picturing the four of us playing without clothes?" Cassie hopped up on the dark stone kitchen countertop.

Cassie, Sandy, Savannah, and their friend Elise played in a four-girl rock band. Cassie played the drums, Sandy played the lead guitar and was the backup singer, Ellen played bass, and Savannah played the lead singer and rhythm guitar. The girls won the battle of the bands at their university last year and wanted to defend their title before they graduated.

"I was definitely picturing one of you." Connor stepped between Cassie's spread legs. "My imagination is stuck on what these two look like, bouncing as you drum." He was gentle as he played with her breasts and met her lips in a fiery kiss.

"Spectacular. I have to spread my legs to work the kick pedals." Cassie mimed the motion and relished in Connor's eyes, which were getting wide. "The other three look good bouncing around the stage with only guitars and sneakers."

"I'm only a groupie for one of them."

"Really!? Their tits and pussy are on full display!" Cassie grabbed Connor's cock and stroked a couple more times as she sought her boyfriend's lips. "Being your height has some advantages." She smirked when the kiss broke. Only the added boost of the island could bring her to eye-level with her man.

"Think I know why you haven't practiced yet on the trip." Connor rubbed his cock up and down her labia before applying pressure to her clit.

"Mmm..." Cassie cooed as Connor toyed with her. One round of incredible sex had only left her wanting more. "Not to disturb Savannah's family?"

"There's that, but I don't think Sandy can drum or you have the same singing voice as her."

"We're twins! We have the same DNA." Cassie played with the head of his cock until in drooled a fat drop of precum on her clit. She used the slickness to rub around her clit free of friction.

"Sure." Connor playfully rolled his eyes. "Takes more than natural ability. What about the guitar? Practice means something. I can't carry a tune in a paper bag, and you two can feel the rhythm, but that doesn't mean you can play any instrument."

"I can play, but you have a point about her singing, know why?"

"Practice?" Connor asked as he displaced her hand on her clit with his own and spun around her nub.

"Oh! Uh-huh, but Sandy's was borne out of a high school relationship."

"Was it?"

"So was the guitar. I was a band nerd while my sister was a theatre kid. She learned to sing and play because of her first girlfriend."

"I thought Savannah was her first girlfriend."

"First girl that she's dating that's not hidden. We mentioned Sara at the beach earlier!"

"I couldn't imagine what could have had me distracted. Maybe a scintillating blonde?"

"Sara wasn't ready to come out of the closet." Cassie looked away and shook her head. "Think Sandy cried for a week when she found out that Sara finally came out."

"Jealousy for another woman?"

"Not exactly. Though, there was a little of that. Sandy had to watch on social media when things with Sara's family didn't go well. She got disowned and moved half a continent away. Sandy was worried about her, but she found a wonderful woman and is working on a prelaw degree. Sara lost a year of school to the drama, but she seems happy now."

"Glad she found cheerful times. So, Sandy has a type, huh?"

"Does she?"

"Prelaw? Brilliant girls she can have an intelligent argument with." Connor nodded. "I know she and Savannah use arguments to flirt."

"Huh. You have a point." Cassie agreed. "And my type is tall, nerdy guys with green eyes."

"Convenient that you have such an example in front of you."

"This one has a dark, thick curved cock that I know hits the spot." Cassie used the precum leaking from Connor to swirl around the head of his dark cock. It twitched and leaked more of the clear, slick liquid. "I like it shaved, too." She ran a hand around his groin to appreciate his diligence with a razor.

"Do you, imp? Should I keep it?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Do you like blowjobs from short, waxed blondes?"

"Don't know yet. I like blowjobs, yes, but I haven't had one from a petite beauty like you."

"True. That'll have to be something to figure out at another time, though. Besides, I won't be a blonde for long." Cassie bit her lower lip. "I think you were excellent at keeping a beat earlier with your hips." She wrapped her hands around Connor and encouraged him to imitate his moves from their first encounter.

"Helps to have a capable partner."

Cassie gave him a nod and glanced down at his straining erection. "I have other plans for... OH!" She shouted as Connor took the hint and pressed his erection into her. The stretch was sublime.

"Fff... fuck!" Connor groaned. "I'm having sex with Cassie!" His stroke didn't stop, causing Cassie to grip the edge of the counter and push back against his advancement. She needed to be as connected to the man as biologically possible. Her boyfriend used his entire length in slow bucks as he showered kisses on Cassie.

"OHH!" The friction inside Cassie was new and as welcome as the impassioned kisses. "Think you already had sex with her once!"

"But I didn't know it was you." Connor gripped her hips as his strokes intensified. "It makes this better!" He leaned in to suck a nipple between his lips. His teeth held the nub in place as his tongue explored and caressed.

A tiny fragment of Cassie's consciousness thought for a moment above the din of pleasure flowing through her body. There was something incredible about the first time they got together, but tacit deception tainted the experience. "Agreed!"

Their tongues did battle as Cassie needed another outlet for their passion. "Holy shit!" Connor gawked as Cassie shimmied and slammed against him on the edge of the counter.

"Punish my pussy for my deception!" Cassie begged for more.

"My girlfriend's kinky," Connor said with a grin. "I like it kinky, as long as it involves you."

Their lovemaking was so intense the pots and pans hanging above the stove on the opposite side of the island clanged together like windchimes.

Connor - That same time

Connor's head was still spinning. He'd dreamed of finding a way to ask Cassie out during their first semester at college but hadn't been able to get over his anxiety and ask the woman out. The same day he'd finally mustered up enough confidence to overcome that fear, he stepped off the elevator on her dorm floor to see Cassie making out with Annie, a cute red head that lived on the same floor as her. Connor quietly backed away, feeling distraught.

The next time that Cassie was single was at the start of their sophomore year, and he was dating Jennifer at the time. Cassie was in another relationship by the time Jennifer and Connor's romance fizzled out. Soon, he was convinced that Cassie only dated women and had gotten too close to her to consider asking her out. Connor didn't want to ruin their close friendship when she said no.

Cassie was his best friend, no question. Even when he went back home during the summers, they burned up their messaging apps, keeping each other apprised of the latest science and technology news or the latest developments in their favorite sci-fi universes. It sometimes felt like there was flirting, but Connor was worried that he was reading into things that weren't there.

The fierce, brilliant woman was precisely the type of girl that he gravitated toward. Connor would catch himself checking out the woman and soundlessly chastise himself. Petite girls were what he dreamed of and the reason that he'd asked out Camila. The Lowry sisters were the prime example, though.

In his best fantasies, Connor hadn't been able to imagine an encounter with even one percent of the magic that this had. Before today, Connor hadn't even considered having sex where anyone else could see or hear him and his partner, and now he'd made love on a beach and hadn't retreated to the solitude of their bedrooms for a subsequent encounter. If Cassie didn't want privacy, then Connor would go wherever she was.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Cassie shouted in ecstasy. Her legs were wide around his hips as she bucked into each thrust.

Connor's dark cock was streaked with frothy excitement from his dream woman. Her petite body and tiny pussy looked like they were on the brink of stretching too far, but Cassie wanted more. He gripped her slender hips and gave him what she needed. Her hips danced from one side to the other as she met every stroke with aplomb.

Each shake of her perky tits had Connor mesmerized. He would lean down and toy with the nubs so he could change the tone of her moans. That's going to be fun to explore. They'd gone from best friends to lovers with speed that would be terrifying if it was anyone else, but with Cassie, it was perfect. I need to lean into her kinks.

"You've been a naughty girl, Cassie." Connor slammed his cock deep into Cassie and held it there so they could make out. Her hips and pelvic muscles didn't stop even though he wasn't providing strokes. There would be no respite for him in the middle of sex.

"I have." Cassie pouted. "My pussy needs to be disciplined."

"I dunno, I think you like this punishment." Connor tried to sound disaffected and give her a shrug. The curling corners of his mouth were giving him away.

"Fuck me, Connor! I need it so bad."

"Good thing that I do, too."

Connor slowly pulled his cock back, stopping the motion just before he fell from Cassie's silky embrace. She tensed and relaxed her core muscles to move him up and down in her womanhood. He watched with a smirk for a moment, waiting for her icy blue eyes to pin on his own before he hammered himself home deep in Cassie. Sex without a condom was exquisite, but he knew the lack of latex was a minor player in the encounter being extraordinary.

"OH! Yes!" Cassie shrieked in delight.

Repeating the motion, this time Connor didn't hold for as long before slamming his cock into his fierce, petite partner. Each reciprocation, he picked up speed until he was pounding into her at an RPM he thought would make an engine jealous. The kitchen, the one that they'd spent the rest of the trip laughing and cooking with Savannah's family, became a cacophony of shrieks, grunts, and slapping skin.

Since Cassie had a death grip on the edge of the countertop, Connor's hands were free to roam and explore as he fucked her hard. He could feel every shock pass through her firm little breasts as he toyed with the hardened nubs with a pair of fingers. Concentrating on something else freed him from only thinking about the incredible feeling surrounding his cock.

If passion could become corporeal, it would ignite the kitchen and consume everything in twin flames, erupting from the new couple. After several minutes at breakneck speed, Connor had to slow down and catch his breath. Cassie was panting, covered in an alluring sheen of sweat. He ran five miles a day, rain or shine, but the intensity of their coupling had him sucking in air.

"My god, Connor!" Cassie gasped. "Is sex with a cock always this stupendous?" She leaned up and yanked him into a fevered kiss.

"Wouldn't know, never been on the receiving side." Connor grinned when the kiss broke. "Can tell you it's never been this good for the guy with the cock."

"Think I picked the right model for a test drive." Cassie leaned up, moving her hands back to look down at her taut body. "My little pussy is at her limit without going too far! She looks good with your dark cock in her."

"Think she just looks beautiful." Connor stroked her smooth mound.

"I'll keep her waxed if you stay smooth."

"Deal. Though, I think you're fetching either way. The most important part is that it's a single, alluring component to an incredible woman."

"If you play with her friend..." Cassie trailed off as she highlighted the shrouded clit. "You'll make me explode."

"I know. I've listened every time the topic of sex came up between my three favorite girls." Connor didn't often participate when the women talked about sex as it felt like he was intruding on girl talk. That didn't mean he was going to ignore any valuable piece of information. "Did I ignore her on the beach?" Between that and his experience with lovers, he knew the vital importance of getting the nub in on the fun.

"No."

"Didn't seem like I was punishing this gal if I was making you cum so quickly." Connor teased and gave her a single, firm stroke. He knew he wasn't really punishing anything, nor would he want to, but playing into a kink for his new girlfriend was too much fun.

"Hasn't she been punished enough?" Cassie winked at him. "I need to cum so bad!"

"Funny, I want to make you do that so badly."

"Think we've caught our breath." Cassie beamed before leaning up for a kiss and then gripping the edge of the countertop.

Connor restarted slowly, leaning in to tease her straining nipples as his hips picked up speed. The reprieve helped him catch his breath and pushed the desperate need to fill Cassie far down in his psyche. Kisses were fast and furious as he snaked a hand down Cassie's tight abs, pausing to feel the wonder of her movement before advancing. She felt as incredible as she looked.

Gliding down further, Connor's fingers lingered to explore her smooth mound and the plethora of inviting nectar being pulled out of her on every stroke. This wasn't going to be a fling. It couldn't be. Cassie meant too much to him to throw things away as they gave into base desires. Judging by the incendiary kisses, he wasn't alone in that thought.

"Mmm..." Cassie moaned and arched her back as soon as Connor grazed her clit with his thumb. "Please..." She muttered as her body rolled like a wave.

There would be time to explore and discover the intricacies of his best friend later. For now, Connor was satisfied with making her scream in bliss as often as he could. His thumb pressed into her delicate button, causing the whole of her body to lurch and her legs to contract around his hips.

"Like that!" Cassie nodded enthusiastically. Her hips rolled as her abs undulated, making every furious thrust come in at a different angle. Connor was entranced by every quake and shift in her body.

With each stroke, Cassie pivoted up further, her abs tightening and standing out gloriously. Her legs spread further, coming up higher around his hips as Connor worked. He juggled techniques and focused on her nub while he tried to drive her wild. There was no slow stepping into this relationship; he was diving headlong into the deep end and needed to do everything possible to bring her along with him.

"OHHH!" Cassie wailed toward the ceiling before turning her vibrant baby blues on him. "Almost..." She gasped for air, her body wreathed in a shiny coating of sweat. It made every seductive curve and hard-earned muscle stand out.

Connor wasn't going to keep her waiting any longer, employing all of the knowledge that he'd gleaned from previous lovers and Cassie's ebullient sighs and moans. He used the long, robust strokes that made her wordlessly nod. His thumb stayed on target as Cassie kept dancing on the tabletop.

Cassie's eyes got wide, and her legs clenched down on his hips before her eyelids snapped shut. Her back arched as she hollered into the living room beyond. Around his cock, her already tight pussy constricted around him like a python.

"Yessssss!" Cassie's roar seemed to shake the pots and pans nearby, but perhaps it was in Connor's imagination. Her hands left the edge of the countertop and gripped her chest as she shuddered in utter bliss.

I need to see this, to cause this as often as Cassie allows me. Connor could feel himself grinning like a fool. About midway through her impressive climax, he had to pull his cock free of her velvety embrace to avoid flinging sperm into his lover for the second time in the day. Not yet. Connor replaced his cock with a pair of fingers, trying to elongate the impressive show of orgasmic release.

"Kiss me!" Cassie ordered as she sat up like a shot and locked lips with Connor. Her passion was scalding as she drove her tongue into his mouth, wrestling around his.

"Making a Lowry sister cum is an experience!" Connor grinned when the kiss broke.

"Good on this side, too. You just need to bed Miranda, and you hit the trifecta!"

"I think Robert would have an issue with that." Connor invoked the name of Miranda's fiancé, whose name was pronounced with something close to row bear than something that rhymed with Curt. "Besides, I've only had the pleasure of one Lowry sister." He leaned in for a kiss.

"Yeah, it would be hard for me to pass for Miranda anyway!" Cassie giggled.

"Always wondered how she ended up so much taller than you two."

Miranda was four inches taller than her sisters.

"Sandy stole half my future height in the womb! I could wear some heels or something. It's the boobs that are impossible to imitate."

"Yeah, but these two are perfection!" Connor leaned down to suck on a nipple.

"Especially when you do that!"

"I want you to be a fair critic for what I try next," Connor demanded as he kissed down her body and got a better look at her pussy. "I know I don't have the same amount of practice or matching equipment, but I make up for it in enthusiasm."

"You don't have to. I want to take a ride!" Cassie shook her head.

"I need a taste." Connor shrugged. "And this guy needs a minute." He motioned toward his cock.

The first time he'd seen Cassie naked, her womanhood looked neat and compact. She was still tiny, but her flower had bloomed more than it had before. The delicate petals of her labia were a softer pink than her nipples. Nectar flowed like dew on a cool morning. Connor licked his lips. He needed a taste of her honey. Poking out of its hood at the crest of her labia was just a tease of her nub.

Connor dove in with glee. The flavor of his woman and the heady scent of her musk carved a place in every future fantasy he was going to have. He drove his tongue into her tunnel to grab a taste from the source. Cassie twitched and moaned in response.

"Mmm..." Cassie groaned when Connor flickered her tongue against her clit. "The goatee tickles!"

"Should I shave it?"

"Nope, just keep it soft like it is now." Cassie grabbed his head and pushed him back toward her nexus. Connor readily complied.

It only took a few minutes to get into a groove. He loved the way he could make a woman feel with some effort, but he hadn't gotten any practice for a while. Cassie instructed him and acted as the perfect guide. Once he got his fingers back in on the fun, it didn't take long for Cassie to start writhing and bucking as she screamed into another climax. Connor kept up the pressure with his fingers as he marveled at the woman of his dreams in bliss.

"That looked like fun." Connor was the one to spring on her as she opened her eyes. Cassie wrapped her arms around him and wouldn't let him escape from the kiss.

"You're trainable." Cassie tried for an unimpressed expression when the kiss broke before she cascaded into a fit of giggles. "That was delightful. Now, I need to take a ride! Hop up on the counter." Cassie pushed him lightly so she could leap off the counter.

Connor complied after another flock of kisses from the woman he already loved.

"I know you like my ass, and we'll have to try more reverse cowgirl later, but I need some kisses with my fucking." Cassie bounced onto the counter. She had plenty of room to stand atop the dark granite island without hitting her head.

"I like that plan, both parts."

"Thought you would... OH!" Cassie moaned as she took his entire length in a single kneeling motion.

"You're an incredible woman."

"I am, aren't I?" Cassie smirked.

"You sure you've never done this with a man before?"

"Nope, you're the only cock that goes in here." Cassie tapped her mound.

Only one, does she mean... Connor shook away his spiraling thoughts to stay in the moment with Cassie. He was silently praying that she was as into it as him but couldn't vocalize it yet.

"The way you can move... never going to have better."

"You like my dancing?" Cassie was holding still, but her pelvic muscles pulsed around him.

"The way you use your body is unreal."

"Delilah loved it when I rode her strapless strap-on." Cassie shrugged. "I got a lot of fun practice." She leaned back and started to buck, picking up speed like a drag car. Her legs fluttered open and closed as their bodies clapped together. Grunts and moans filled the space again.

Connor closed his eyes as he held on for dear life. He tried to solve the most gnarly integrals that he could imagine instead of the growing need to release into his girlfriend. When Cassie suddenly stopped bucking, he opened his eyes to see all ten of his friends surrounding the island in the kitchen.

Cassie - That same time

"Cassie!" Elise blinked in their direction as all ten of their friends crowded into the kitchen.

"Holy shit! Get it, girl!" Savannah cackled.

"Wha... wha... are you guys doing in here?" Cassie stammered. Her skin felt like it was on fire. She had to have turned as bright red as the kitchen towels that were emblazoned with Savannah's family's favorite football team on the stove across the room. There was nowhere to run or hide as the island was surrounded by their naked friends.

Getting caught in the nude was one thing, something that would barely register as a blip on Cassie's embarrassment meter. Her friends seeing her lean back, Connor's cock splitting her labia as she tried to force the man to fill her with semen, was something entirely different.

"Sudden thunderstorm," Sandy explained with a shrug. "Don't tell me you two haven't heard it."

"Sorry, we've been a little distracted," Connor explained as he sat up a little. His eternal tan had been overtaken by a deep red blush.

"By trying to crack my sister in two? You know we're not flatworms; that's not how you get another twin!" Sandy giggled.

"It does look like he barely fits in your tiny cooter." Savannah stepped close to observe. "Sure that feels good?"

"Very," Cassie confirmed. Even as embarrassed as she felt at the moment, she couldn't help but move her hips a little to accentuate her statement.

"Lesbians don't understand." Elise rolled her eyes. Her teasing with her fellow band members was always good-natured.

"Cassie was a lesbo like me before Connor!" Savannah argued.

"Tried it once, and I'm a changed woman. Sure you don't want to take a ride and see if it changes you, too, Savannah?" Cassie offered. Her onery side came out like a defense mechanism.

Other than Elise, Sandy, and Savannah, the rest of their friends had left them in peace and crowded down the stairs to the basement, where the pool table, foosball, karaoke, and video games were on offer. Two of the guys carried the cooler. The band setup was down there, too, but they had a little while before practice.

"Making love to Savannah has a similar though kinda opposite effect."

"Think everyone believes you know when you say you're bi, girls!" Elise snickered. "We're going to set up for practice if you two want to finish up."

"Let them have their fun, Elise. We got a couple hours, so why don't you and the fiancé get some baby-making practice?" Sandy grinned and grabbed Savannah's hand.

"You just want to dyke out with your girlfriend, don't you?"

"Every chance I get!" Savannah smirked. "There's plenty of bedrooms and thick walls. Though, Sandy and I have a prior engagement to get to first."

"Take me to bed, Connor." Cassie leaned in and whispered in her beau's ear.

"Yes, ma'am." Connor scooted them to the edge of the island. "Hold on tight." He warned before he hopped off the island.

"Whoo! My favorite horsie! To the bedroom, my mighty steed!" Cassie pointed up the back stairwell.

"If you'll excuse us, my girlfriend needs some attention." Connor nodded as he stepped toward the stairs.

"Are you two really still fucking!?" Savannah blinked in disbelief.

"He doesn't get to escape until I've had my fill!" Cassie made her point by clenching her legs around Connor to rise and fall once on his cock. "Take me upstairs without pulling out, and you'll get a reward." She whispered to her beau.

"Wowza! Maybe Sean needs to get some practice before band practice!" Elise giggled. "That brings back some fond memories."

"The winter social when I caught you two in the coat closet?" Savannah asked.

Whatever the rest of the conversation was, Cassie didn't hear it as Connor quickly retreated them up the stairs. Every blissful step was another stroke into her, and their bodies clapped together in beautiful harmony.

"Sorry about that, Connor." Cassie apologized as they got into solitude again. "I fight back when I'm embarrassed."

"I knew what I was getting into when I let a Lowry sister seduce me." Connor grinned. "They respond to chagrin with onery."

"It can be a good time if you know how to harvest that."

"Like trying to put a saddle on a tornado." Connor flipped the light on in the bedroom and kicked the door closed before he gently laid her on the bed and joined her, all without pulling out of her womanhood. "What's my prize?" He met her lips in a slow kiss.

"I think you're going to like your wakeup call in the morning." Cassie grinned. "Been a while since I've given a blowjob, but I have been practicing with my dildos."

"You've given blowjobs?" Connor arched an eyebrow.

"Uh-huh. I had a boyfriend in high school. We did a lot together, but never this." Cassie looked away and blushed. "I was saving that for someone special."

"Lucky me."

"Lucky us." Cassie pulled him down into a kiss.

While the beach and kitchen had been fevered interactions, desperate to sate a need, sex in the bedroom became something else. Neither seemed to be in a hurry as they explored and exchanged kisses. There were tickles, giggles, and position changes galore as Connor drove her to several climaxes. They were far meeker than those that she had on the countertop but no less welcome.

Downstairs, their time together was like roaring flames, bright and vivid like an unmistakable bonfire that could be seen for miles. This was something else. It was like the glowing coals in a blacksmith's forge. The flames were more subdued, but the coals were just as hot. Fiery enough to make iron and steel glow brightly.

Connor could be gentle when Cassie needed it and emphatic when her body desired it. His goatee tickled when he took a break and went down on her, but his skills were top-notch. More than that, though, was his yearning to do it; this wasn't about trying to square an equation. Her boy got a kick out of giving her oral. He'll find out soon enough that I like to do the same.

Cassie was atop her man again when a knock came at the door. This time, she wasn't riding with reckless abandon. Instead, she was sliding her hips back and forth as she smothered him in kisses. She was keeping the pressure on without letting him finish.

"Cassie?" Savannah asked from the other side of the door.

"I'm busy!" She yelled back.

"There'll be plenty of time for fucking later!" Sandy snapped back.

"Can't we make love in peace!?"

"Practice is in five minutes!"

"Can't we wait a little bit?"

"Elise and Sean have a dinner reservation, and we gave you two an extra hour." Savannah struck a diplomatic tone.

"We could wait, but we got the gig!" Sandy clapped on the other side of the door.

"At the club!?"

"Uh-huh. That was where Savannah and I had to go."

"When?"

"Friday night."

"Holy shit! That's awesome!" Cassie imitated her happy dance without dismounting Connor.

"Really!? That's huge!" Connor held up his hands for a high five, a typical gesture when they exchanged good news.

They'd been trying to get an audition every time they were in town for spring break, but the club was very strict about who they gave opportunities to. Her boy had listened to Cassie talk about the dream of playing there since their first visit. Not only did it pay well, but members were well connected and could get their band more gigs. The money wasn't really Cassie's objective, but she dreamed of going on summer tours one day while school wasn't in session.

"Uh-huh. There's more, but we can share when you come downstairs!" Savannah cheered.

"You two have five minutes! Not like you have to get dressed or anything!" Sandy demanded. "If you're not down there in five minutes, Savannah has the key to the bedroom!"

"I'll be there."

"Congratulations!" Connor pulled her down for a kiss. Cassie hoped that there would be all kinds of future celebrations capped with a kiss from her boyfriend. "Guess you better get down there."

"Not without taking care of you again." Cassie pivoted up and started bucking on her steed again. "Don't need you to have blue balls while you watch us practice."

"We're not going to have time for a shower."

"And if you wait too long, we'll have an audience." Cassie grinned as she picked up speed and added an undulation with her abs to keep her man guessing. Liking to ride Delilah was another hint that perhaps she wasn't just dreaming about time with Connor. She'd been trying to get him to see her since Camila broke his heart.

"Okay." Connor's wide smile announced that he liked the idea more than his words. He gripped her hips as she built speed, keeping her steady and on target.

Connor had been patient and utterly focused on Cassie since they got up to the brightly lit bedroom. His caring needed to be rewarded in kind. His green eyes would pin on hers before being distracted by her bouncing tits. The man could have any woman he wanted with his looks, kindness, humor, and intelligence, and he wanted Cassie.

Leaning back, Cassie braced a hand on the bed as the other found her clit. These few minutes they had were for Connor's pleasure, but Cassie thought he'd be more likely to spill if she could cum again. She circled the nub as her hips reciprocated. Being full and stretching to take her lover had her gasping for breath.

Faster, Cassie bounded as a precipice approached, pleasure compacted in her nexus. Each jump and fall pulled bliss in like a sun pulling in matter for a supernova. Her circling finger lit the fuse as she leaned back up. She needed to see his eyes when she came.

"OHH!!" Cassie screamed as she tumbled into ecstasy. She flopped forward as Connor wrapped her in his arms. A scream tested the efficacy of the supposedly thick walls of the house. She needed an outlet as her vagina contracted and released around her man. Her whole body quaked as Connor's safe arms gripped her.

Across clenched eyelids was a cacophony of red, silver, gold, pink, and orange, mimicking the bliss exploding through her system. This was as intense as any of the potent releases she'd experienced all day and one that she would be chasing anytime she got together with Connor, something that she hoped would happen with regularity.

"Awesome..." Connor grinned as Cassie opened her eyes.

"Agreed. Cum for me, Connor." Cassie demanded as her hips picked up speed. There was no way that he was going to be able to hold out much longer.

Connor moved his legs so his knees were up and he could get more motion out of his hips. He clenched Cassie's waist and picked up speed as he hammered into her pussy. She might be sore later, but it didn't matter at the moment; only their twinned pleasure did. It didn't take long for his hips to stop, with his cock buried deep in her. Warmth spread through her womb as Connor grunted.

"Gah!" Connor exclaimed through clenched teeth. The warmth inside Cassie bloomed further and further each time her beau exhaled in bliss. The first time he'd ejaculated in her, Cassie hadn't been able to pay as much attention as her own orgasm gripped her. This time, she was determined to take in every sensation. She couldn't feel every time he released, just a heat that sublimely spread through her.

"Good god, Cassie." Connor drawled through half-closed eyes. Cassie besieged him with a flurry of kisses.

"That was incredible! But don't get used to finishing like that. That's strictly for special occasions. I've adopted my dear sister's view on layering birth control."

"Yeah. Prudent."

"No surprise pregnancies." Cassie declared and got a nod from her man. "Oh, you do want kids someday, right?"

"Uh-huh. Kinda worried, though." Connor looked like he was trying to be serious, but the edges of his mouth curled up in a proto smile.

"Why's that?"

"A. I imagine that they'll be onery as their mother."

"Likely." Cassie nodded in agreement.

"B. You know twins run in your family. Could you imagine two onery rugrats going through their teenage years together?"

"I can empathize with my parents. You're not the only one that's going to be a little worried."

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm tiny, and their future father is massive in comparison. Don't know how I could carry twins from you."

"Their mother will be fierce. She'll figure it out."

A knock issued from the door. "You're needed downstairs, Cassie!" Savannah summoned her. "You'll have to fuck after practice."

"We're coming in, Cassie!" Sandy yelled loudly as she rattled a key into the lock.

"I'm coming!" Cassie bent down to kiss her lover one more time before dismounting. She grabbed a beach towel before opening the door. She wasn't a fan of leaking while she drummed, but there was no time. "Holy shit, there more sperm this time than the first!"

"It happens when guys make love for hours." Connor shrugged and then laughed. He followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

"How'd you get the gig?" Cassie asked as they stepped into the practice room. The drum set wasn't her own; that felt like an extension of herself, but there was no way she would have gotten those on the plane. She threw her towel on the stool and took a seat.

"Why are both our straights dripping semen!?" Savannah rolled her eyes as she strapped on her guitar. It was an exact copy of her personal instrument back at college.

"You were the one that suggested we get practice in." Elise shrugged. Her dark thighs had splotches of white stark on the skin before she wiped herself with her towel.

"Got us there." Sandy nodded. "We found out something about the club a few days ago and acted on that knowledge." She answered the question from earlier.

"What's that?"

"Turns out the club has a naked week that coincides with spring break, and they're having a hard time finding nude acts," Savannah explained as she tuned her guitar.

"We're going to play naked." Sandy grinned.

"No cameras, right?" Cassie squirmed on her seat. She didn't mind being naked in public, but photos may make things difficult with her future school district if they ever came out.

"Nope. The club likes their privacy. Let's jam!" Savannah smiled.

One more dream to grasp during this vacation. Cassie thought as she looked over to her man sitting next to Sean in the crowd.

Connor - Two years later

"Wake up, babe," Cassie whispered in Connor's ear. It felt like a dream at first, causing Connor to burrow further into sleep. His girlfriend switched techniques, grabbing his cock and sucking it between her lips, instantly rousing him from slumber. If there was a better way to wake up, Connor would never have wanted to discover it, as it would surely be too much to take.

"Cassie? Since when do you wake up before me?" Connor asked as he stretched and stared down at his dream woman. A partner that made every day brighter.

"Since getting to the beach at dawn was important enough to go to bed early on our vacation!" Cassie released him and bounced up on the mattress to flop against the headboard as she turned on the light. She was wearing her hair short, smoothed back with a vibrant pink hairband. Cassie dyed it black again the same day they got together last year.

"Uh-huh." Connor pulled up Cassie's left arm a little so he could see the mark on her left breast. "Have to check. It's April first, you know." He winked with a grin. This year, the university spring break and Cassie's school district didn't sync up. Savannah's vacation home only had four visitors who could spend the entire week clothing optional, which the girls took full advantage of, much to Connor's joy.

"Think you just like staring at my breasts."

"I've made it abundantly clear that I do!" Connor leaned over to find Cassie's lips. Morning breath was never a deterrent to another kiss. "Like is too weak a word, though." The watch on his wrist shook. "We better get moving if we want to make the beach by dawn."

"What do you have planned?"

Cassie had to have an inkling of what Connor had prepared, but he wouldn't give away the surprise. "It'll be dawn soon enough, my love." Connor winked before shuffling down the hallway to a second bathroom. There was one attached to their room, but the other one was where Savannah was supposed to have left a vital package last night.

"Is it something I should look extra cute for?" Cassie leaned out of the doorway to ask in a stage whisper. She had a toothbrush and toothpaste dangling from her hand. "I'm going to get my makeup on if I should look cute." She winked at him.

"You always look cute, but this might be special." Connor grinned as he grabbed the items from his love. "It's our anniversary."

"Are you just angling for the thing we do on special occasions?" Cassie asked with a cocked eyebrow and a wry grin.

"Always, but I have something planned."

"You know, one day, we'll do that with a different purpose."

"If I'm a lucky man and the universe wills it." Connor nodded.

"Your soulmate wills it." Cassie crooked a finger for Connor to lean in and accept a kiss. "This whole dating-our-best-friends thing has really worked out for the Lowry sisters."

"You didn't have to be so sneaky, but it worked out for their besties, too." Connor nodded. "I set my watch to give you ample time to get ready." He knew his girlfriend well. "We just need to be on the beach at dawn." Connor had spent weeks planning his surprise and wanted everything to be remarkable.

"I better get ready, then. Don't take too long in the bathroom." Cassie giggled as she spun on her toes and gave her round bottom a smack. She shut the bedroom door in Connor's face as he gawked. He got to see his girlfriend naked often, but he never passed up a chance to stare.

That woman makes every moment better. Connor grinned at Cassie's playful actions. It only took him a few minutes to brush his teeth and take care of business in the bathroom. Before he lifted the towels arrayed on the counter, he checked down the hallway to ensure that his mischievous girlfriend wasn't peeking. Never going to be a dull moment with her in my life.

Beneath a stack of fluffy white bath towels was a small, scarlet velvet-covered box. Connor had been instrumental in helping Savannah set up her proposal to Sandy, so she had no problem aiding Connor's plan.

Over the winter holiday, Savannah had invited the Lowry sisters and Connor up to the mountains to go skiing. Connor was happy to discover that he wasn't the only one who was learning how to keep from falling on the slopes. By the end of the week, though, they could almost keep up with Savannah.

When Savannah and Sandy took a walk on their penultimate night at the ski resort, there was a little table set up with a bottle of champagne, romantic candlelight, and a portable heater casting its radiant warmth around the scene. Savannah had made all the arrangements; Connor only had to do the grunt work and hide with Cassie in the shadows to grab photos of Savannah getting down on one knee in a dress that looked too cold for the conditions.

Sandy dropped to her knees and kissed Savannah before the woman could finish her well-rehearsed speech. Cassie and Connor had heard it several times as Savannah paced their hotel room, trying to memorize it all trip long. She took any opportunity when Sandy was in the shower or running an errand. Connor had mocked Savannah for having to practice the short, straightforward speech, but now he was standing in front of the mirror in the second bathroom doing the same thing. He was whispering the words to keep from being overheard.

"Cassandra Ann Lowry, would you spend the rest of your life with me?" Connor said for the seventeenth or eighteenth time when, there was a weak knock on the bathroom door.

"Ready!? I swear, it's taking you longer than I do!" Cassie teased but blessedly didn't try the unlocked door.

That would've blunted the surprise. "Figured I still had a few minutes and decided to take a nap." Connor quickly stashed the box under the towels and palmed the ring. Being naked meant that he had few places to hide a diamond ring. "Come on, the beach is calling us, my love." Connor pulled open the bathroom door and grasped Cassie's hand with his open one, hoping to distract her from his clenched fist on the other side.

"Were you going to curl up on the marble vanity or on the floor?" Cassie asked as she fluttered her eyebrows.

"W... wow..." Connor stammered as he stared at his girlfriend. She'd looked cute, freshly awakened to greet the morning, but an expert hand at her makeup was impossible to ignore. Her choice of eye shadow made her baby blues more vibrant, even in the low light of the hallway. Black cherry lip gloss wasn't a look she employed often, but when she did, it beckoned Connor's attention.

Cassie and Connor's first two years together had been filled with joy. However, that didn't mean it was easy. Finding a job to put his mechanical engineering degree to work had been more of a challenge than Connor had been expecting, but he found a position after searching for a few months. Cassie had no problem finding a job, not with the glowing recommendation from student teaching. By August, the pair were sharing an apartment.

Coming home to Cassie made Connor's difficult days better. She was often nude when he got home, working through her latest yoga routine. Cassie managed to add a few more ways to destress to Connor's repertoire, encouraging him to join her for yoga and frequent sex. Added with weightlifting and running, the pair were in incredible shape. Sandy and Savannah regularly joined in yoga with Cassie. Three naked beauties were the best type of distraction during the workouts.

"You like?" Cassie beamed and twirled around. Connor couldn't resist reaching out and giving her taut bottom a smack as it taunted him and demanded to put his plans on hold to explore. He wasn't confident that the heels would work on the sand, but the look was captivating.

"How do you manage to look more lovely each time I see you naked?" Connor asked.

"Helps when I have someone to impress that looks at me like you do, my love. Helps that my boyfriend is smoking hot, too."

Cassie typically stayed waxed and preferred for him to shave. For this trip, though, she insisted that she get everything waxed and that Connor go with her and do the same. After he'd been pranked into shaving that spring break, Connor had kept the look as his girlfriend preferred it. Waxing scared him, but there was something to be said about the ease of upkeep.

"To the beach before bed distracts us."

"You can't get special occasion sex out of your brain either, can you?" Cassie grinned. "Good thing we have the beach to ourselves. It doesn't look like this guy quite wants to behave." She tapped the head of his cock.

I Would have thought my nerves would've prevented that. Connor mused silently. He wasn't fully erect but far from calm. "You're a dangerous woman for me to be around on a nude beach." They weren't going to be alone once they arrived at the beach. Savannah and Sandy would be lurking to take photos of the proposal, but it wasn't like they hadn't seen him excited before.

Their winter trip to the ski slopes had been planned late, leaving the group with a single hotel room at the ski resort. The twin king beds were spacious but not private. It was Cassie and Savannah who decided to push through the awkwardness and make love to their partners in spite of the lack of privacy. Getting over that initial discomfort introduced a new way yoga could end, putting the new flexibility to use with acrobatic sex. I think Cassie likes to show off.

"Who started coffee?" Cassie asked as they walked down the stairs into the immaculate sea of hardwood and dark granite in the kitchen.

Damn it, should have known that Savannah couldn't get up without caffeine. "Savannah wanted to ensure we had coffee in the morning." Connor thought quickly, Cassie was too bright to believe the fib, but she was maintaining a suspension of disbelief for the moment.

"Want a cup?"

"Later, I prepared some cinnamon rolls that just need to be baked." Connor paused at the refrigerator and pulled out the unbaked treats. He had to let go of Cassie's hand and hoped that his fist, which he never opened, wasn't a dead giveaway that something was up. Connor knew the answer to his vital question, but he wanted to make things perfect for his best-friend-turned-lover.

"You and your tender tummy!"

"You'd drink the stuff still boiling!"

"Probably, think I can wait this morning."

"Not like the beach is a long walk."

"Think I might have some vigorous activities I could engage in while we wait for the rolls to rise." Cassie tapped the head of Connor's cock again as she giggled.

"After dawn." Connor opened the backdoor toward the twenty-meter walk to the white sand beaches that changed Connor's life. It was this woman that improved my life, not the beach. He smiled despite the nerves revving his heartbeat and shortening his breath.

"Why so nervous, my love?" Cassie squeezed his hand. "I haven't seen you like this since we almost missed the flight to Colorado last winter." She smirked.

Missing the flight would've been one thing, but the precious cargo that Savannah had entrusted him with was what truly made him stressed back then. Not only did Connor have to ensure that the ring got to Savannah safely, but he also had to be sure that Cassie didn't spy the surprise. It felt wrong to keep anything from his girlfriend, but the twins shared everything in ways that sometimes felt telepathic.

"You'll see as soon as the sun pokes up over the ocean." Connor grinned.

The sky was an incredible mix of colors. Red, pink, orange, and yellow stained the perfect blend of layered clouds above them. The red might be a herald of possible storms later in the day, but it was worth it for the ambiance it was affording Connor's proposal. He tried not to make his glance over the second dune obvious. Savannah and Sandy were lurking with Savannah's camera.

The images that Sandy's fiancée would capture of the proposal would mostly be shareable with their friends and family. Savannah would doubtlessly capture one or two photos that would need to be zealously guarded from leaking out. She was careful when it came to Cassie; her moral turpitude clause as a teacher could be interpreted to include things that weren't illegal but parents might make a fuss about. A nude proposal may sadly qualify.

Up and over a pair of dunes, Cassie and Connor stepped into the valley where life changed last year. Cassie made it abundantly clear that she was not only available but also had as much of a crush on Connor as he did on her. There were challenges over the last two years as they figured out a life together, but there was also an abundance of joy and passion. Cassie was his soulmate.

Connor's heart pounded in his ears like the kick drum from Cassie's set. Sandy, Savannah, and she still played in their rock band a couple of times a month, though, through the school year, it was strictly a weekend event. Playing in front of the club had allowed them to release a single album of their own work, but none of the girls desired a whole life on the road.

"It's gorgeous out here, Connor. Thanks for making me get up at least one morning on our trip." Cassie said when Connor stopped them at the perfect spot.

"Too bad we have to get on a plane in a couple of days."

Cassie needed to be back at work on Monday and needed time to ensure her lesson plans were ready to roll. Realistically, a day back at home would allow her to switch modes back into the impressive AP Calculus teacher in time for her students' final push for the school year. The AP exam was less than a month away, and Cassie was determined to get her students prepared.

"There'll be more adventures and spring breaks with you." Cassie squeezed his hand, instantly quelling the nerves roiling through Connor.

Their timing had been ideal. They were only there for about a minute, marveling at the exquisite view before the red-tinged sun peeked over the horizon. The instant that the first ray of light appeared, Connor dropped to one knee as he grabbed the ring from his palm. The brilliant diamond refracted the early morning light as it sparkled. Savannah had been instrumental in helping him pick the right one for Cassie.

"Cassandra Ann Lowry—"

"YES!" Cassie yelled as she leaned forward, arms in front of her as her legs pumped in the Lowry sisters' version of a happy dance.

"Yes? You didn't let me finish!" Connor said with a laugh.

"Yes, I'll marry you, Connor! Spend the rest of my life with my best friend and start a family together!" Cassie's happy dance incorporated a few happy spins. She threw her hands up in triumph and added a shimmy to her hips that dropped Connor's jaw. Jubilant Cassie was his world.

"I had this whole speech memorized."

"Did you?" Cassie stopped and took a calming breath, though the shimmy of her delectable hips never quite abated. "Okay, go for it."

"Cassie Ann Lowry." This time, Connor used the shortened version of her name that she preferred. "You're my best friend, the love of my life, and my soulmate. Would you do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me?"

"Uh-huh!" Cassie nodded hard enough that she had to smooth back her hairband. "Ring!" She held out her left hand, which Connor didn't hesitate to slide the ring on. "I would've said yes if you proposed with a Ring Pop! This..." Tears overwhelmed her eyes and fell down her cheeks. "Savannah helped, right?"

"Of course. Couldn't go to your twin, or you would've gotten the information telepathically!"

"Prudent." Cassie helped Connor to his feet. "Next year, April first, this beach. White dress instead of my favorite outfit, though."

"I thought about proposing with a Ring Pop but couldn't figure out how to hide it. I would've told you April Fools' and had the real thing at the ready."

If it were anyone else, April first would seem wrong for a proposal or wedding, but considering their relationship and how Cassie started things, it was perfect.

"You should've done it." Cassie leaped into his arms to meet his lips with hers. "Got the photos?" She asked over her shoulder toward the other dune where Savannah and Sandy were hiding.

"Hold the ring up!" Savannah responded.

"How did you know she was there?" Connor raised an eyebrow. He had to move his hand under her bum to keep Cassie steady in her perch.

"I could sense Sandy." Cassie shrugged. "I saw a glint off Savannah's lens, but I swear, I can feel her emotions sometimes. And..." She trailed off as she smirked.

"And?"

"I get spontaneously wet when she's having great sex. Which she has done a lot since she started dating Savannah. It's one of the reasons I can't help jumping you, other than just being my typical horny self."

"Lucky me." Connor leaned in for another kiss.

"Speaking of which..." Cassie leaned back, one arm grasping Connor's neck to keep her steady as the other reached through her legs to grab his cock. "Clear the beach, girls!" She warned Sandy and Savannah before she aligned her womanhood with Connor's cock. "I'd say our anniversary and engagement are a special occasion." She winked as she allowed gravity to couple her with Connor.