Love Lessons at Pleasure Point 11

This chapter is longer than usual and I hope you find the story well worth your time. As usual, you'll get a lot more out of it if you read the preceding chapters. Note that this particular adventure is a two-parter so don't worry if all the loose ends aren't neatly tied. The next chapter is being written as we speak. Please remember to rate and comment. --Petitmort

In the days following his adventure in Big Sur, Paul had some clean-up to do.

After asking Meredith to go with him to the Ventana resort, and being turned down by her because she had to work, he decided to invite Jasmine instead.

The problem wasn't that Jasmine was only 18 and in her first year at Cal.

And it wasn't that they'd spent two wild days and nights in the honeymoon suite having wild, orgiastic sex.

And it wasn't even that she seemed to be developing major feelings for him.

No, the problem was that, at the same time all this was happening, Paul was having an intense physical relationship with Jasmine's mother.

Jessica Devereux, a divorcee and local philanthropist, had been his main benefactor and "guardian angel" for the past several months. She'd helped him grow his 'handyman' business from a struggling sideline to a thriving, money-making operation.

He, in turn, became her yoga student, personal masseur, and lover.

And now, here he was, a day after returning from Big Sur, being questioned by Jessica in her kitchen.

She said to wanted to have "a talk".

"So, you and Jasmine have been seeing a lot of each other. What's going on between you two?"

Paul wanted to be straight with her. He'd always been honest with Jessica and he intended to keep it that way.

"We've gotten to be good friends," he answered. "Really good friends."

"You shared a room for two nights at an adults-only resort. So, I assume you're more than just friends."

"Yeah, um, it's definitely gotten physical," Paul said. "It started when we met here at the house. I hoped it'd give her a shot of self-confidence. I think it did. Then, she asked me to take her to the party in Berkeley and it kinda built from there."

"So, what's your status exactly? Are you two... dating?"

"We don't really say that anymore."

"I know, I'm hopelessly old."

"We hook up from time to time. When we're together. But she knows about Meredith. And that I see other women. She doesn't know about you and me, obviously."

"And I want to keep it that way."

"Yeah. I want that too. I'll make sure she doesn't find out."

Jessica got up from her stool, taking her coffee cup to the sink.

"It just seems like an unnecessary risk. For the two of you to be involved. It'd be a lot simpler if it was just you and me."

"I know."

"Can't you make that happen?"

Paul frowned.

"It's complicated."

"Why is it complicated? Just tell her you don't want to see her anymore. Come up with an excuse. You live too far apart, things are heating up with Meredith."

Paul chose his next words carefully.

"I just don't think that'd be good for Jasmine right now. Emotionally. She's in a good place. She's confident. And strong. She's feeling really positive about school. If I just dropped her like that, I'm worried she wouldn't take it well. It'd be too much like what Chad did to her. I don't want her to go to that dark place again."

Jasmine had struggled with depression after breaking up with her longtime boyfriend, Chad.

"No, we definitely don't want that."

She leaned against the sink, thinking.

"At the same time," she said, "I don't want her to get in over her head with you. She brings you up all the time in conversation. Paul said this, Paul did that. I'm concerned she's becoming... infatuated."

"Well, like I said, I'm making it clear to her that I'm not available. And I'm encouraging her to meet guys at school. Slowly but surely, she's getting there. I really think that's the best path. Keep building on a foundation of confidence."

"Slowly but surely."

"That's right."

She thought about this.

"Well, you've been remarkably good for her so far."

Paul nodded.

"I'll be careful. I promise."

She nodded, though he could still see a look of concern in her eyes.

As Paul walked back to his apartment, he thought about his conversation with Jessica.

There was a lot he didn't tell her.

His own feelings for Jasmine had evolved significantly over the past month.

What started as a purely physical relationship, had developed into something more.

For both of them.

He'd gotten together with Jasmine initially as a favor to her mom. The Jasmine he met that first day was a tentative young woman, nervously clutching her paperback copy of Moby Dick in her bikini.

Paul was supposed to give Jessica a massage that day, but ended up giving one to Jasmine instead.

Without the bikini.

They spent the afternoon together making love. Slow, sensuous love. He made sure she had time for the pleasure to build, using the skills Maddie'd taught him during her love lessons.

Jasmine not only came, she came like she never had before. Screaming orgasms as he stroked her deeply from behind. In the gazebo overlooking the ocean.

As he got to know Jasmine, he found her to be not only beautiful and sexy, but smart and funny as well. He was so taken with her, he agreed to see her the next weekend.

She asked him to accompany her to a school event in Berkeley, pretending to be her new boyfriend. That night, they stayed at The Claremont, a fancy hotel in the Berkeley Hills, having multi-orgasmic sex late into the night.

And Paul didn't tell Jessica about everything that went on in Big Sur either.

How they told the hotel they were just married and were given the honeymoon suite. They ended up having red-hot sex in every nook and cranny of the place.

They even made love in a public hot tub, while being watched by a sexy European couple.

Each time they got together, it got more adventurous. More passionate. More erotic. Their sex was becoming more intimate too, face to face, kissing and cuddling, whispering something soft and kind into each other's ears.

Paul felt like he was developing feelings for her as much as she was for him.

He didn't tell Jessica any of that.

At that same moment, Jasmine was in her room in Berkeley, working her phone. She was between finals and making preparations for her girls' weekend in Pleasure Point.

Her mom was leaving for the East Coast on Friday. She told Jasmine she could use the house, with a small group of girlfriends, to celebrate the end of the school year.

Jasmine invited Paul to come too. To help entertain her friends.

She was firing off texts to the three friends she'd invited to come -- Mackenzie, Taylor, and Chelsea. All three were housemates at the sorority house. Chelsea was her roommate.

im thinking old-fashioned slumber party - music, movies, popcorn

don't forget your pjs and fuzzy slippers

oh... and bring some sexy lingerie too

for when Paul's there ;-)

The replies came in almost instantly.

ooh la la

gettin' spicy already

ill bring my see-thru body stocking

Jasmine fired off more texts.

ha ha forecast says its gonna be high 70s

So bring your bikinis

btw Paul likes em skimpy

The replies were swift.

or maybe skip the bikinis altogether

get an all over tan lol

maybe we can get Paul to skinny dip too

im sure Chelsea wont mind ;-)

Jasmine just laughed at her friends' one-track minds. She sent a text to Paul.

girls are looking forward to hanging by the pool with you

you may have to break out your speedo :-)

For Jasmine, the weekend was not only a chance to hang with her friends from school, it was a way to show Paul she wasn't the clingy, possessive type.

The Big Sur trip ended on a bad note that still made her cringe.

They'd just had a good, mature conversation about their relationship. They agreed it would be non-exclusive, both of them free to experience other people.

But when she saw Sophia kissing Paul, it brought up all her insecurities again.

That she'd never be able to attract or hold on to anyone. That way down deep, she wasn't all that lovable.

She lashed out at him. Said some pretty harsh things.

She wanted to show him she was okay with having an open relationship.

She figured that if Paul could come hang out with her and some of her hot sorority friends, she could show him she was secure enough to handle it.

In fact, she could even ask him to give her roommate Chelsea a massage. As a birthday present.

That'd show him she wasn't possessive after all.

Because it was mid-June, several of Paul's clients were out of town on vacation. His handyman business was on pause.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone so long without having sex.

By the time the weekend came around, when Jasmine and her friends were due to visit, Paul hadn't had sex for a nine straight days.

Saturday afternoon, he arrived at Jessica's house with a bottle of tequila, margarita mix, and a bag of ice.

It was his contribution to the festivities.

He let himself in the side gate and walked down the side yard to the back of the house. This is how he usually got in and out when visiting Jessica.

He found Jasmine and her friends by the pool, hanging out.

"Yay!" Jasmine said, jumping out of her lounge chair.

She ran over and gave Paul a hug. He hugged her with one arm, holding the bag in the other.

He put the bag on the ground and gave her a proper bear hug.

"Guys, this is Paul."

"Hey, how's it goin'" he said, with a friendly smile.

Mack stood to greet him. She was a beautiful brunette in a string bikini. She had a great body.

"This is my big sister, Mack."

"Hey Paul," she said, giving him a fetching look.

"I remember you from the Spring Fling," Paul said. "Nice to see you again."

"And this is Taylor. We're running buddies."

A lithe Asian woman in a bikini stepped forward.

"Hey Paul," she smiled, "I've heard a lot about you."

"Oh-oh, that sounds ominous," he joked.

"No, all good," she said, smiling.

"And this is my roomie, Chelsea."

A slender, chestnut haired woman waved from the pool, her one-piece suit hugging her fit body.

"Hi," she said, shyly.

Jasmine wasn't lying, Paul thought. Her friends were totally hot. Maybe spending the weekend with them wouldn't be so bad after all.

It might even be an opportunity.

It could be the perfect way to show Jasmine he wasn't the right guy for her. That he was too footloose. Too single.

"Come on," Jasmine said. "Let's take that stuff inside."

She took the bag from him and led him to the kitchen.

"One pitcher of margaritas comin' up!" Jasmine called, over her shoulder.

In the kitchen, she wrapped her arm around Paul's waist, pressing herself against him.

"It's good to see you," she said, kissing him.

"Your friends seem nice."

"They're excited to be here. And for school to be over."

"I bet."

"We're all in the mood to celebrate."

"Whaddya have in mind?"

"For you and me? How bout we slip off to the gazebo?"

He gave her a sly look.

"Are you as horny as I am?" he asked. "I've gone without for a week and a half. I feel like I'm ready to explode."

"Aw, poor baby. Well, we've got three hot women here so I'm sure you'll have lots of female attention."

"Four hot women," he said, correcting her.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Flattery will get you everywhere. I wanna get the food and drinks ready. Help me with the margaritas?"

"Sure."

He unpacked the bag next to the blender while she started to put together a tray of assorted munchies.

"I call this my TJ sampler," she said. "Garlic asiago dip. Roasted garlic hummus. Pita chips. Corn chips. And a big bowl of cowboy caviar."

"You're treating your friends right," he smiled.

"These are my three best friends from school. Mackenzie... we call her Mack... she's my big. That stands for big sister. She's been like my mentor."

"She seems really cool."

"She is. She's one of the most popular girls in the house. She's your age, 21. Majoring in Media Studies. She goes out with a guy on the baseball team. They had this huge fight a few weeks ago and she basically ripped him a new one right in front of his frat house. Everybody was talking about it."

"Yikes."

"Yeah, she's a badass."

"How 'bout the others?"

"Taylor's super nice. Great student. Headed for a business degree, I'm guessing. She's my line sister."

"Line sister?"

"We got initiated at the same time. She's like my comrade-in-arms. We're both single, we're both in the Running Club. She's my workout buddy."

"She looks like she's in great shape."

"She is. She ran track in high school."

"And Chelsea's your roommate?"

"Yeah, she's a sweetheart. Shy. Studious. A heart of gold. Really inexperienced when it comes to guys. I think she might still be a virgin."

"Really? You guys talk about that?"

"Well, no, but some of the other girls in the house were teasing her about it. She got kinda teary, so I'm guessing it hit a nerve."

"And she's the one you want me give a massage to?"

"Yeah, it's her birthday tomorrow and that's one of the gifts I want to give her."

"OK, no problem. Hell, I could give all your friends massages if you want."

"And then do something extra special for Chelsea?"

"Yeah, definitely. For her birthday."

"I think she'd really like a special massage from you."

Paul looked over at her.

"What do you mean by a special massage?"

"You know... like you did for me. Take your time. Get to know her. Make her feel really relaxed."

Paul registered this.

"And what makes you think she wants that?"

"Just my intuition. The things she's been saying about you. How hot you are. And the fact she's turning 19. I think she's really tired of being a virgin."

He nodded.

"Well, let's feel the situation out and then decide."

"OK."

Paul thought about Jasmine's request that he give Chelsea a massage. Was she getting more comfortable with their open relationship? It might be a good way to start gaining the separation that Jessica was asking for.

The margaritas ready and the snack tray completed, they went outside to serve the guests.

"Guys! Margaritas and munchies!" she called out as she approached the pool.

The women gathered around the table next to the pool. Paul poured margarita's from a pitcher into five plastic cups.

"Paul said he's going to be setting up his massage table for anyone who wants one."

The women oohed with delight.

"This is like a resort," Mack said, smiling.

"Yeah, it's kinda like the Ventana," Jasmine said. "Only better. We have it all to ourselves so we can do anything we want. Drink. Get high. Skinny dip."

"Or all three," Mack said. "Is that the infamous gazebo where you and Paul... met?"

"Yeah, that's where he does his massages. You guys wanna see it?"

"Sure."

"Let's take our drinks up there."

She led the group up the path to the gazebo.

It was a open-air, circular structure perched on the cliff overlooking the ocean. Waves crashed against the rocks forty feet below.

"It doubles as my mom's yoga studio."

The afternoon sun sparkled on the bay before them.

"Wow, some view," Mack said.

"That's Monterey Bay," Jasmine said, pointing. "Capitola's down the coast, Rio Del Mar, Moss Landing. That's Carmel and Monterey across the way."

"You grew up here? Not bad."

"Actually, I grew up mostly over the hill. In Atherton. This is our vacation home. One of them."

Paul looked at her, surprised. He always seemed to learn more about Jasmine when she was talking to other people.

"So, Paul," Mack said, "is this where you give your massages?"

She was looking at the massage table set off to the side.

"Yeah, I usually set up over by the railing so you can enjoy the view. Listen to the ocean. It's a pretty immersive experience."

"This is where Paul and I first got to know each other," Jasmine smiled.

"It must have been quite the experience," Mack said. "You keep mentioning it."

Jasmine had only talked to Mack in general terms about what happened that day.

"Well, he gives amazing massages."

Chelsea was standing off by herself, leaning against the railing overlooking the sea. She was squeezing the padded railing with her hands.

Jasmine remembered she had recounted to Chelsea the whole story of that first day with Paul. It was late at night when the two roomies were talking before going asleep.

She told her everything. How it started with a massage. And a conversation. Then it turned into a naked massage. For both of them.

They wound up wrapped in a cashmere blanket, kissing and talking for the longest time.

And it ended with him bending her over the padded railing and making love to her from behind.

She had an orgasm so intense, she was literally screaming into the roar of the ocean.

Jasmine caught Chelsea's eye. She was looking at her, with her eyebrows raised.

She seemed to be asking, "Is this the spot where it happened? Where the two of you... did it?"

Jasmine nodded, as if to say: "Yeah, it was right there. Right where you're standing. That's where we were the first time he fucked me."

She could see Chelsea's chest was heaving. She turned and leaned on the railing, facing the ocean, her back arched.

Jasmine knew exactly what she was imagining.

"Paul said he'd be happy to give massages to anyone who wants one," Jasmine said to the group.

"Sign me up," Taylor said, quickly.

"That sounds great," Mack added.

"What about you, Chels?" Jasmine asked. "You interested in getting a massage from Paul?"

Chelsea looked at her wide-eyed. She gulped and nodded her head, vigorously.

"I'll set up the table and just have it ready," Paul said. "Anytime you feel like it, just let me know. I'll need a little time to get the massage oil nice and warm. Other than that, we should be good to go."

The three women were all imagining their massage. With nice, warm massage oil.

"Here's to the greatest girls' weekend ever," Mack said, raising her margarita.

Jasmine just smiled.

After finishing their drinks looking out at the ocean, they made their way back to the pool.

The sun was still fairly high in the sky, keeping the temperature in the mid-70s.

"Who wants another margarita?" Jasmine asked. "We can drink 'em in the pool."

Everyone wanted one so Paul picked up the pitcher and started refreshing their glasses.

One by one, they took their topped-off glasses into the pool.

They stood in the shallow end in their bikinis, the water up to their waists.

Paul poured himself a glass, finishing the pitcher.

"One pitcher down, many more to go."

He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his muscled chest and arms. He tossed the shirt aside and started to pull down his board shorts.

Underneath, he was wearing a very brief Speedo.

The women all stared from behind their sunglasses, their mouths slightly open.

His suit was Speedo's flex fabric, adhering to him like a second skin. The outline of his cock was clearly visible, resting in the crease between his thigh and pelvis.

"Fuck me," Mack muttered into her drink.

Paul's muscular legs, his washboard abs, and his bulging pecs looked amazing in the afternoon sun.

He picked up his glass and jumped agilely into the water, next to them.

"Now, this is how you should enjoy a margarita," he said, grinning.

He clinked his plastic cup with each of the women, smiling behind his sunglasses.

The four women and Paul hung out by the pool, sipping their drinks, listening to music, and laughing. The afternoon took on an idyllic haze as the tequila had its effect.

When it came time to start thinking about dinner, they were all feeling loose and happy.

"I thought we'd order some pizza. They make 'em oven ready. I can go pick it up."

"Maybe have it delivered?" Mack suggested. "We probably shouldn't be driving."

"No, it's like... three blocks. Walking distance."

Jasmine ordered the on her phone and then she and Mack walked down to Pleasure Pizza on 41st Avenue.

"Pizza a few blocks away, the ocean literally in your back yard. I gotta tell you, Jas, I'm in love with your beach house."

"I'm really glad you could come," Jasmine said, sincerely. "I appreciate everything you did for me this year."

Mack looked at her and smiled.

"It wasn't an easy year, I know. But things are looking up now."

"Yeah," Jasmine smiled. "Things are looking up now."

Jasmine thought about how lucky she was to have Mack in her big sister.

Mackenzie Adams was one of the 'cool bigs' in the house. Smart, funny, and drop-dead gorgeous, she was the person Jasmine looked up to more than anyone else.

Jasmine first met her during rush and liked her immediately. She wasn't self-centered, though the way she looked she had every right to be. Instead, she was curious, even inquisitive, about Jasmine and her aspirations.

It turned out that Mack was considering a career in media, as an on-camera sports reporter or TikTok personality. She was drawn to Jasmine because of their shared interest in journalism.

She was assigned to be Jasmine's "big sister", a kind of mentor for new pledges.

When Jasmine started having problems with her boyfriend, and was the target of some online bullying, Mack was there for her. She'd come by her room, sit on her bed, and provide support.

Mainly, it took the form of listening and consoling. But, to Jasmine, it was huge.

And then, later in the year, Mack started having boyfriend troubles of her own.

She'd been going out with Zach Bradford, the star outfielder on the baseball team, since the beginning of the year. He lived in one of the frats on Bancroft, a real party house.

Zach was ruggedly handsome and a big partier. Even Jasmine heard stories of his escapades. He supposedly threw an empty keg off a balcony of his frat house and was almost suspended.

The fact he was an athlete, a potential All-American in fact, saved his good-lookin' ass.

And then, he got into trouble again while the baseball team was playing an away game in LA. Something about breaking curfew and chasing women.

Jasmine never talked directly to Mack about it, so she didn't know how much of it was true.

"You are doing better now, right?" Mack asked.

She was looking at Jasmine, her eyebrows raised, as they walked down the street.

"Oh... yeah. Definitely. I feel like I'm getting over the whole ordeal with Chad. And the online stuff. Paul's been really supportive."

"He seems great."

"He is," Jasmine said. "He likes you too."

"So, are you guys gonna be spending your summer together, or what?"

"I don't know," Jasmine said. "We're kinda in a funny place. We enjoy being together but we don't want to have an exclusive relationship."

"You don't want to have it or he doesn't want to have it?"

"Both of us. We feel at this point in our lives it kinda doesn't make sense."

"Why's that?"

"Well, we don't live in the same place for one. He's got a summer internship here and I'm planning to go to Europe. And let's face it, I'm 18 and he's 21. We're not exactly ready to settle down with one person."

"No, I get it."

"What about you?" Jasmine asked. "Are you and Zach gonna keep seeing each other over the summer?"

"Up in the air. You heard what happened, right?"

"I heard something happened."

"He got caught cattin' around in LA on a road trip. Then I caught him bidding a fond farewell to another honey in front of his frat. I let him have it."

"I heard about that."

"Yeah, I kinda made a spectacle of myself. I was so pissed."

"I assume you guys weren't in an open relationship?"

"Definitely not. But we are now."

"Sounds like he's a bit of a hound dog."

"Yeah, he's a little too hot for his own good," Mack smirked. "But I'm gonna get mine."

"You've got your sights set on someone?"

"Not yet. But if he's going to have his fun, so am I. I won't be humiliated." 


Jasmine gave her hand a squeeze as they continued walking.

At the same moment, Paul was setting up the massage table in the gazebo. He laid out clean white sheets, set up the cart with the oils and incense.

He wanted it to be ready to go at a moment's notice.

Taylor and Chelsea, meanwhile, were by the pool, relaxing in lounge chairs carefully positioned towards the sun.

Taylor had pulled the straps of her bikini down. Chelsea was in her one-piece.

"I can't believe you didn't bring a bikini," Taylor said. "I'd lend you one of mine, but your boobs are bigger than mine. I'm not sure it'd fit."

Sure enough, Taylor had a lithe, athletic body, with nary an ounce of fat. Chelsea's full breasts were compressed by her one-piece.

"Do you wanna try?" Taylor asked.

"Sure, if you don't mind. Since that's what everyone seems to be wearing."

"Come on. I've got a couple of different ones you can try on."

They both hopped up from their chairs and went into the house.

In one of the bedrooms, Taylor dug around in her bag and pulled out two bikinis.

"This one's more stretchy, so it might work better. It's kinda skimpy so I'm not sure how much coverage it'll provide."

Chelsea took the bikini and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

She peeled her one-piece down, one shoulder at a time. When it came time to reveal her breasts, she paused.

She didn't know if Taylor would be leaving the room or not.

"Do you want some privacy?" Taylor asked.

"Um, no, that's okay. I just didn't what to flash you unexpectedly."

"Don't worry about it. I run track. We're always getting dressed and undressed in front of each other."

"Oh, okay."

Chelsea Chandler was Jasmine's roommate. A quiet, reserved woman, she wasn't what you'd typically identify as a sorority girl.

She was a "legacy" who got into the house because her mother was a member years ago. While she wasn't a social butterfly by any means, she was quite attractive with a pretty face and a hot body.

She peeled her one piece slowly down her torso.

Her breasts sprung out like two tawny, bouncing balls.

"Wow,' Taylor gasped. "You've got great breasts."

She said it almost involuntarily, as if the beauty of her bosom compelled her.

"Thanks," whispered Chelsea as she peeled her one-piece over her slender hips.

She revealed a small, chestnut brown bush as she pulled the suit off.

"Have you ever thought about trimming or shaving," Taylor asked, matter-of-factly. "I bet you'd look awesome."

"I've never had a reason to."

"I always keep myself shaved," Taylor said. "As an athlete, it helps reduce the sweat and bacteria. It also feels really good. During sex and stuff."

"Yeah," Chelsea nodded.

In fact, she wouldn't know. Chelsea's only real boyfriend, whom she'd met in high school, was a very Christian young man who didn't believe in pre-marital sex.

As a result, Chelsea was extremely inexperienced with guys. She had sexual feelings, more and more with each passing day, but no experience beyond a little late night groping.

She put on Taylor's bikini, pulling the top over her luscious mounds.

It was tight, pressing her first tits against her chest. It made her look voluptuous, even busty.

"It sorta fits," Taylor said, looking at her. "Try the bottoms."

Chelsea pulled them on, wiggling her butt to get them around her hips.

They were tight. Really tight. So tight you could clearly see her vaginal lips.

"Turn around, let me see," Taylor said, eyeing her. "How does it feel?"

"Feels good. I mean, it's comfy."

"You may need to shave a little bit right here," Taylor said, pointing to the edge of the fabric.

"I don't have anything to shave with..."

"Oh, no problem. You can use mine. In fact, I can help you if you want."

"What? Okay, sure."

Chelsea liked the idea of wearing a bikini. She felt silly and a little prudish in the pool with her one-piece. All the other women were in little micro bikinis.

Plus, she liked the way Taylor's bikini made her boobs look. All sexy and stuff. The thought of wearing it in front of Paul excited her.

Taylor took Chelsea into the bathroom, sat her down on the toilet, and used her electric razor to give her a trim.

She did it so adeptly, so straightforwardly, Chelsea wasn't that self-conscious. It was like she was doing her nails.

"I could shave you completely, if you want," Taylor said. "I brought my razor."

"Um, okay."

Chelsea had never been shaved before. But she was feeling adventurous. The idea that it felt really good "during sex and stuff" made her feel all tingly inside.

When Taylor was done, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her lower body had never looked so sexy. She put the bikini bottoms back on.

Was it her imagination or did they feel different? More... stimulating?

"Come on," Taylor smiled. "Let's see what Paul thinks about your suit."

The tingly feeling running through Chelsea's body grew even stronger.

They walked out into the living room. Paul was finished working in the gazebo and was laying by the pool looking at his phone.

Taylor started to go outside. Chelsea hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Taylor asked.

"You go ahead. I need a sec."

Taylor went out the door and walked down to the terrace by the pool.

"Hey," she said, casually.

"Oh, hi. I was wondering where you guys went off to. Where's Chelsea?"

"Oh, she's coming. She just... wanted to change her suit."

A moment later, after taking some deep, calming breaths, Chelsea opened the sliding door and stepped out.

She looked amazing in her bikini. Her breasts were pushed up and positively poured out of her bikini top.

Her breasts jiggled as she walked. Paul stared at her, speechless.

She walked onto the pool deck, passed in front of him, and pulled a chair into the sun.

"Wow," he muttered.

Taylor stifled a laugh.

Chelsea felt fantastic to get that reaction from him.

"Do you like Chelsea's new suit? She borrowed one of mine."

"I really like it..." he gasped. "You look... really hot."

"Give him a good look, Chels," Taylor said. "Do a twirl."

She rolled her eyes, then slowly spun around.

The bottom was a thong style and her ass looked incredible. Completely bare, except for a thin strap leading to a triangle at her crotch.

"Holy..." Paul gasped again. "You look... amazing."

He could see the outline of her pussy lips clearly through the sheer fabric.

"Want me to take a picture?" Taylor asked, reaching for her phone.

"That's okay," Chelsea said. "I don't think I want these pictures bouncing around the internet."

"What happens in Pleasure Point stays in Pleasure Point," Paul said.

She looked at him for a moment. What was he thinking might happen?

"I mean, that's an expression people use," he added, quickly. "I don't use it personally... but people do use it."

He was stammering now, obviously nonplussed by Chelsea's transformation.

Chelsea was beaming. She never felt so sexy in her life.

"We got the pizza!" Jasmine called from the house. "Let me know when you're hungry!"

"Wanna cool off in the pool?" Taylor asked, getting up from her chair.

"Sure," Jasmine said, following her.

They got in the shallow end and bent their knees to drench themself up to their necks. When they stood up, their soaked bikini tops were adhering to their breasts like cellophane.

Paul stared at the two of them, bouncing up and down in the cool water.

The coolness of the water was causing their nipples to stick out.

Paul sat in his lounge chair, hesitating.

"Aren't you coming in?" Taylor asked.

"Yeah," he said, getting up slowly.

He was moving slowly, then got to his feet and made a bee-line to the pool.

The women could clearly see his stiff cock pressing against the fabric of his suit.

He got under the water as fast as he could. But it wasn't fast enough.

Taylor and Chelsea got an eyeful of Paul's stiff cock, threatening to rip a hole in his Speedo.

Taylor's hand went to her mouth.

"I'd say your bikini was a definite hit," she whispered to Chelsea.

The four women and Paul sat down for a casual dinner. Slices of pizza, a tossed green salad, and cupcakes for dessert.

After dinner, Jasmine called for everyone's attention.

"We have a few choices for the evening's entertainment," Jasmine said. "We can listen to music. We can watch something on TV. We've some fun party games. Codenames, Monikers. Or, we can play Truth or Drink."

There was a flurry of input and reaction.

"Truth or Drink. It's a good ice breaker."

"How do you play?"

"It's Truth or Dare but without the dare. You spill the truth, or sip the drink."

"What are we drinking?"

"We still have a half bottle of tequila."

"Oh God."

"Or we can skip the alcohol and just go old-fashioned Truth or Dare."

"We'll have less of a hangover tomorrow."

"But more embarrassment maybe."

"I'd rather be that than sick."

"What do you guys think? Truth or Drink? Or Truth or Dare?

"Dare.

"Dare."

"Dare.


"OK, Truth or Dare it is."

And with that, they gathered around the living room to play Truth or Dare.

Paul made another pitcher of margaritas, emptying the tequila bottle.

He brought the pitcher, glasses, and the empty bottle to spin.

They all sat on the floor around the glass-top coffee table.

Paul took the lead on spinning the bottle.

It spun and spun, stopping eventually in front of Mack.

"Truth or Dare."

"Well, we're just warming up. So, let's start with a truth."

"Have you ever had a one-night stand."

"Let's see," she said. "Sure. Grad night my senior year. We had way too much to drink and I ended up doing it with Mike Graves. I had a crush on him for years."

"How was it."

"I have no idea. I was too drunk."

They all laughed.

"OK, spin again.

Jasmine spun the bottle and it landed on her.

"Oh, great. A self-inflicted wound."

"Have you ever faked an orgasm."

She looked at Paul.

"Fortunately, I haven't had to. Not lately at least."

"Come on. Not once?"

"Nope. Do it with Paul and you'll see why."

There was a chorus of "oohs".

"Now with Chad, my high school boyfriend, it was a different story. I could get an Oscar for all those performances."

"And the award for best female performance of an orgasm in a starring role..."

They all laughed again.

"OK, spin again."

The next turn went to Paul.

"What's the most women you've ever had sex with at the same time?"

They all laughed.

"The most? Let's see."

Mack stuck out her finger and counted everyone, one by one.

"Well, we have a five-some here!"

Paul laughed.

"No, I've never had a five-some. Or even a four-some. I've had a three-some."

"Was it with Jasmine?"

Paul looked at her, his eyebrows raised.

"No, it was before we met."

"Good answer."

"So, what was it like?"

"It was pretty damn hot, I must say."

"I can imagine."

"OK, next," Jasmine said, spinning the bottle.

It landed on Taylor.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever done it with a girl?" Mack asked.

"Not lately."

"Wait, what? Tell us more."

"In high school I went through a phase. I had a crush on a girl on the track team."

"And you acted on it?"

"You can say that, yeah. Well, she acted. I reacted."

"Did you like it?"

"I did, actually. They say a woman knows a woman's body best. There's a lot of truth in that."

"Ok, who's next?"

"Chelsea hasn't gone yet."

Mack put her hand on the bottle to spin it, then faced the neck straight at Chelsea.


"Truth or Dare."

"Truth."

"At what age did you lose your virginity?"

Chelsea gave her a wry smile.

"I'll let you know."

They laughed.

"Maybe it'll happen this weekend!"

"You never know. The night's still young."

Chelsea blushed.

"OK, everyone's done a truth. Let's spice things up. The next round will be dares."

Paul spun the bottle. It landed on Mack.

"Let's see. Something spicy for Mack."

"I know. Give Paul a lap dance."

Mack smiled. She was looking forward to this.

Paul got up off the floor and sat on the couch, slumping down.

Mack stood, straightening her clothes.

"Wait, I can't be in long pants for this."

She peeled off her Vuori pants revealing a pair of lacy underwear.

"Oooh!" the other girls squealed.

She sauntered over to him, swinging her hips. Then she turned, her back to him.

She rotated her hips, her eyes closed.

She swung her long, black hair from one side to the other.

She lowered herself down until her pussy was brushing against his crotch.

She slid it back and forth, leaning forward, her heads on her knees.

"Whoo! Someone's done this before!"

She leaned back, bracing her arms on the couch, arching her back.

Her hips never stopped moving, rubbing his cock, she pressed her face against his.

Paul didn't know how much he could participate, so he put his hands on her torso, just below her breasts.

She seemed to like that, pressing herself against him.

So he slipped his hands underneath her blouse, sliding up her torso.

Her grinding became even more intense, rubbing herself against his hardening cock.

His hands found her breasts, cupping them over her bra. He could feel her nipples starting to getting hard.

He reached down with one hand and started to slip his fingers under her panties.

She reached down and stopped him.

"I think we better stop there," she said, standing up.

She stood up, took a bow, and then sauntered back to her seat.

"Wow, that was hot!"


"You guys looked like porn stars. Not that I would know."

"OK, who's next?" Mack said, moving things along.

They spun and it was Chelsea's turn.

"Let's see, what for Chelsea?"

"I know, Chels, show everyone your new coif."

Chelsea's hand went to her mouth.

"I can't."

"Sure you can. You look amazing."

She rolled her eyes and stood up.

She was wearing pajama bottoms and a cropped pink t-shirt with no bra.

"I'm not wearing panties," she whispered to Taylor.


"That's okay," she reassured her. "It's better that way."

She started swaying her hips back and forth, mimicking Mack.

"Whoo!"

"Atta girl!"

She was turning in circles, moving her butt.

"Start with the back," Taylor coached her.

She turned her back to them, slipping her thumbs under the waist of her pajama bottoms. She arched her back and slowly pulled them down.

"That's it. You got it."

She quickly pulled them all the way down, revealing a beautiful, toned ass.

Then she quickly pulled them back up.

"You did it! Now the front!"

She turned and faced them, her face red with embarrassment.

She bit her lip and slowly pulled her pajamas down.

As she revealed more and more of the bare skin below her waist, she hesitated.

Which made it even sexier.

She slowly revealed her hips, her pelvis, her mons.

She closed her eyes and lowered them all the way, revealing her completely saved pussy.

Then she quickly raised them back up.

She was breathing hard.

"Yay!" the others cheered.

"You're gorgeous," Paul said, softly.

She sat back down, proud of herself.

"Since when are you shaved?" Jasmine asked.

"Since today," she laughed. "Taylor helped me."

"Dare to be bare," Mack said. "Very nice."

Chelsea was smiling, excitedly. She glanced at Paul and he was looking at her appreciatively.

She gave him a shy smile.

"Alright, who hasn't gone yet. Paul!"

"Oh God, here it comes."

"What shall we have Paul do?" Mack asked, rubbing her hands together.

Paul just shook his head, embarrassed before the fact.

"Well, if Chelsea had to bare all, it's only fair..."

"Striptease!"

"OK, Paul. Give us your best Chippendale's impersonation."

Paul took a deep breath and stood up.

"I've never been to Chippendale's. Do they take everything off?"

"You better believe it!"

"Actually, down to the g-string usually. Again, I'm only going on what I've heard."

"Yeah, right."

"Wait," Jasmine said, "let me crank up the music."

She got on her phone and raised the volume.

Paul started swaying slowly to the beat.

"Whoo!" the women hollered.

He started with his pullover shirt, raising it up to show his abs and torso.

"Nice!"

He took his time, raising it a little higher, showing his muscled torso.

The women whooped their approval.

He finally pulled it over his head, showing his muscular shoulders, his broad chest.

He wadded up his shirt and tossed it to Jasmine.

He just had his drawstring pants on now, swaying to the music.

Jasmine could see his crotch looked bigger than usual. She figured the game they'd been playing had gotten to him. Made his cock hard.

Her heart was pounding as she thought about what would happen next.

He spread his legs and hooked his thumbs under the waist of his pants. He slowly pulled down.

The women were shrieking with delight.

He pulled his pants over his hips, showing his pelvis. Then he pulled them back up and turned his back to them. He pulled them down again, slowly, revealing his ass to them.

They were shrieking even louder now.

He kept moving and rotating his hips, sticking out his ass.

He turned back to face them, lowering his pants to reveal the g-string he was wearing.

All the women were leaning forward, staring at his body. Chelsea was wide-eyed, both hands at her mouth. Mack was smiling ear to ear. Taylor was whooping wildly. Jasmine was breathing hard.

He slowly lowered his pants, revealing his entire g-string. His cock looked huge, pressing against the sheer fabric.

He pushed his pants down further, over his thighs, and past his knees.

He could see the women staring at his package.

He stepped out of his pants and stood in front of them, his legs spread wide, his hips thrust forward.

He started to hump the air in their direction, thrusting his pelvis upward, faster and faster.

The squealing was deafening.

He reached down with two hands and pulled the g-string down, revealing the base of his cock.

It was thick and hard, pointing straight down. All the game-playing and the stripteases had made him semi-erect.

The stiffer he got, the more uncomfortable his cock was. He needed to adjust himself.

He reached his hand under his g-string, sliding down the length of his cock.

They all watched him, imagining they were the ones touching him. Feeling his hardness.

He pulled his hand out, adjusting his cock so it was pointed upward now.

It was still hidden in the g-string, but it was aimed upwards instead of down.

And that felt much, much better.

His cock was no longer constrained by the g-string. It was free to grow as big as it wanted.

Seeing the women staring at him with hungry eyes was driving him crazy.

He began dancing up close to them, rotating his pelvis seductively.

One by one, they stood to dance with him, moving their bodies as if making love to him.

He was just a foot away, close enough for them to feel like he was doing it for them, and them alone.

First Taylor, who undulated her own hips in sync with his.

Then Jasmine, who looked at him with proud, mischievous eyes.

Then Chelsea, who just stared at his bulge, her mouth hanging open, as if imagining what it would be like.

And finally Mack, who not only moved her own body in sync with his, but who reached out and held his hips, pulling him closer. By the end, she was gripping his ass cheeks, and they were dirty dancing.

After giving each of them their moment, Paul was completely erect, as big as he'd ever been.

Between the week and a half of no sex, hanging out by the pool with four bikini-clad foxes, the strip teases, and now the sexy dancing, his cock was enormous.

Not just long and thick. But rock hard. And throbbing.

He was going to have to do something about. And soon.

They all sat in the couches laughing. It seemed like a natural stopping point.

Jasmine tried to get a reading on the room.

"So, we have a choice. We can watch a little TV. There's the latest episode of Severance on Apple. Or the movie Challengers. Or, we could watch last week's SNL. Or, do something else."

"Any of those sound good," Taylor said.

"Yeah, I'm easy," said Mack.

"Um, I wanna set up the bed in the gazebo," Paul said to Jasmine. "In case I end up sleeping here tonight. Maybe you can help me with that?"

Jasmine caught on quickly.

"Sure, I'll just set these guys set up with something to watch and then we can ... go to the gazebo."

Mack gave her a knowing look.

Jasmine made quick work of setting up the TV, and then she and Paul were out the back door in a flash.

"Sorry to take you away from your friends," he said, as they walked to the gazebo.

"Don't be. I've been trying to think of a way for us to get off by ourselves. This is the perfect excuse."

"It's just... I'm so fucking horny right now."

"I could see that. So, you like my friends?"

"They're awesome. And they're all so different. Except in one way. They're all really hot."

"They are, aren't they?"

"Including you."

"Aw, thanks. I think Chelsea is particularly taken by you. Did you hear what she said about losing her virginity? Maybe you're the lucky man."

"She's pretty darn cute. When she flashed her newly-shaved pussy, I couldn't believe it."

"I still can't believe she did that."

"And Mack? She's a hottie."

"And she's totally ready to have a steamy affair. Her boyfriend stepped out on her. Now they have an open relationship and she's dying to take advantage of it."

"And Taylor?"

"I don't know about Taylor. It was complete news to me that she was bi. Amazing what you learn from playing a little Truth or Dare."

They got to the gazebo and pulled down the Murphy Bed. They put on fresh sheets and blankets.

No sooner had they tucked in the last corner but Paul was kissing her and pressing her down onto the bed.

"Wow. Somebody's hot to trot."

"I tell you, I'm so horny right now, I feel like I'm gonna cum buckets."

She pulled him on top of her.

"As long as you cum in me, no problem."

Paul began kissing her neck and caressing her body immediately. He knew that was one of the quickest ways to get her heated up.

The other was to lick her pussy with a broad, flat tongue.

He was planning to do that next.

First, they had to get naked. And they did that in a hurry.

He pulled her t-shirt over her head and slipped her out of her shorts and panties.

She pulled down his board shorts and the g-string he'd just paraded in front of her friends.

"You looked so hot dancing in your g-string," she mused, as he kissed her inner thighs.

"I hope that wasn't too weird."

"Why would it be weird? When I see how turned on they are by you, it just makes me want you more."

"And you wouldn't be bothered if I ended up taking Chelsea's virginity?"

"Are you kidding? I'd be delighted. What better guy to be her first? I mean that."

He stopped kissing, and just looked at her.

"If you mean that," he said, "you're definitely one of a kind."

He began licking her pussy, long sensuous strokes with his flat tongue.

"Absolutely, I mean it. That's what it's all about, right? Allowing the other person the room to grow, to live their life to the fullest."

"That's what I want it to be about. Ideally."

She reached down and took his face in her hands.

"So let's do that. If you want to fuck my friends, go for it. As long as that's what they want too. But first, make love to me. For God's sake, make love to me."

He went back to tonguing her pussy, rocking his head up and down. She lay her head back, losing herself in the sensations.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

He licked her for the longest time, her moans getting louder and louder.

In their rush to make love, they'd forgotten to turn on the music in the gazebo. All they could hear was sound of the breaking waves and Jasmine's ecstatic moans.

To Paul, it was more beautiful than music.

He loved the sounds she made during sex. The way she vocalized her pleasure. It was always real. Always authentic. Not like women who acted turned on.

With Jasmine, it was always real.

As he enjoyed the sound of her beautiful moans, and the waves crashing against the rocks, Paul had a realization:

He enjoyed making love to Jasmine as much as any other woman in his life.

Over the past year, he'd experienced women of every age.

Middle-aged women like Maddie and Ally, whose experience brought incredible depth and meaning to their lovemaking.

Women in their 30s like Briana and Monica, whose fit bodies and active imaginations made for incredibly intense sex.

And 20-somethings like Meredith, sweet Meredith, whose good heart and character made the sex feel like something more than just a physical act.

And yet, if he was being truly honest with himself, Jasmine, who was just eighteen, gave him more pleasure than any of them.

It wasn't just her skill as a lover. And that was considerable. Especially since she'd learned the secrets of Pompoir, the ancient sexual practice of vaginal pressure.

That, and her naturally tight pussy, made for one-of-a-kind sensations.

And it wasn't just the creativity she brought to their lovemaking. The role-playing and living out of fantasies. She dreamed up elaborate scenarios, convincing fancy hotels she and Paul were newlyweds, worthy of the very best rooms in the most remote locations.

And it wasn't just how incredibly responsive she was. The way she shed her inhibitions and allowed herself to be swept up in the whirlpool of pleasure. The way her body shook and convulsed as her orgasm rose up like a tidal wave, enveloping her in ecstasy.

He never tired of giving her screaming orgasms.

No, it was also how close he felt to her. And how endlessly fascinating she was as a person. The closer he got to her, the more learned about her, the deeper his feelings became. The more he admired her. The more he respected her. The more he loved her.

As good as the sex was, he loved the intimacy just as much. The way she'd whisper in his ear, saying the most beautiful things, poetic things, as they tumbled into the abyss of their shared pleasure. The way she liked to just lay together, face to face, both before and after they made love. Just to be close. To communicate. To connect.

And now, he had to find a way to separate from her. To push her away. By showing her he wasn't a one-woman man. By having sex with her friends. Why? So she wouldn't be hurt. Or, so her mother wouldn't be hurt. Or something.

Why do I have to push her away? When every fiber of my being is telling me to do the opposite?

These were the contradictory thoughts that were bouncing around his head as he made love to her pussy with his lips and tongue.

He managed all his manic energy by simply giving her the best head of her life.

"Aiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeyyyyyyyeeee!" she screamed as she came.

After bringing her to a body-shaking orgasm, he slowly moved up her body, kissing his way over her pelvis, her torso, her breasts, and her neck. Until he ended up at her lips.

"You're incredible tonight," she panted. "What's gotten into you?"

"All I know is," he said, "I want to get into you."

That's when she felt the head of his cock pressing into her dripping wet pussy.

He slowly pushed himself into her, until his entire engorged head popped inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned. "God, you feel big!"

She loved the feeling when he first penetrated her. As many times as she'd felt it, it still shocked her how wonderful it felt.

He slowly pushed his cock into her. Watching her face. Studying her reaction. They were both gazing into each other's eyes.

"Will you do the Pompoir thing?" he whispered. "Like you did last time?"

"You liked that? When I squeezed your cock with my pussy?"

"I loved it," he said, breathily.

"It felt good for me too," she smiled.

He lifted his head and looked at her.

"You don't understand. It was more than good. It was incredible. Like, the greatest it's ever felt. With any woman."

She sighed.

"And that's how it feels for me. Better than with any man. Oh Paul, that's what I want. I want you to go out and experience any woman you want, even my friends if you want, and then I want you to come back to me. To want to come back to me. Because it's so good. Because it's the best."

"You are the best, Jasmine."

She put her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

"Then make love to me. Make love to me and I'll squeeze your cock so good you'll never forget me."

He thrust his pelvis into her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

He thrust into her again, deeper.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, even louder.

He began thrusting in a steady rhythm, pumping her like a piston.

"That's it," she gasped. "Make love to me like you mean it."

She began bearing down on her pelvic floor, squeezing his cock as he entered, and again as he pulled out.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned. ""That's it! Do that!""

He kept thrusting and she kept squeezing. And both of them kept crying out in pleasure.

He slipped his arms under her knees and pressed them back to her shoulders.

He was fucking her deep now. With steady, sensuous strokes that made her scream with pleasure.

Loud, passionate screams that rang out into the June night.

Meanwhile, inside the living room, the women were halfway through the movie Challengers. Mack turned her head towards the picture window looking out at the pool.

And the gazebo.

She reached over and picked up the remote. She pressed pause.

Taylor and Chelsea looked over at her, puzzled.

"Hear that?" Mack asked.

"Hear what?" Taylor said.

Mack got up from the couch and stood at the sliding glass door. She opened it.

From the pitch black night, there was the unmistakable sound of two people at the height of pure, sexual pleasure.

Taylor got up and went to the door. Chelsea followed.

Mack led them out onto the patio, facing the pool and the gazebo.

Jasmine's shrieks were pure, carnal ecstasy. Paul's moans were total libidinal desire.

"Now that, my friends," Mack said with a smile, "that's what sex is supposed to sound like."

With no music to mask the sound of their love-making, the women could hear everything.

Jasmine's shrieks turned into pleas.

"Give it to me!" she begged. "For God's sake, give it to me!"

"I love your pussy so much!" he moaned. "I wanna explode in your fuckin' pussy!"

"You're going so deep! I can't believe how deep you are!"

"Suck my cum with your pussy! That's it! Suck it out of me!"

"I'm cumming! Oh Paul, I'm cumming!"

"Me too! Me too!"

"Arrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!"

When the show was over, they quietly went back in the house and sat staring into space for a long while.

By the time Paul and Jasmine rejoined the group, the movie was long over. Mack was sitting by herself in the living room nursing a drink.

"How was the movie?" Jasmine asked.

"Good," Mack answered. "Sorry you guys missed it."

Jasmine sat on the couch next to her.

"Yeah, well... Paul and I had some catching up to do."

"Where is the man of the hour?"

"He went back to his place to get a few things. Toothbrush, change of clothes. He's gonna sleep here tonight."

Mack nodded.

"Where are the others?" Jasmine asked.

"Retreated to their bedrooms"

"And you're having a nightcap?" Jasmine asked.

Mack shrugged and sipped her drink.

"I'll feeling a little keyed up. I think playing Truth or Dare kinda lit a fire under me."

"Yeah, Paul said the same thing."

"He did?"

Jasmine nodded.

"He said he couldn't believe how hot my friends were. Especially you."

She raised her eyebrows.

"He said that?"

"Mmm-hmm. He thinks you have it all. Beauty. Brains. And a bodacious body."

"That's a lot of b-words."

"He's likes alliteration."

Mack chuckled.

"You're a lucky woman, Jasmine. I gotta say, I find myself getting a wee bit envious."

Jasmine looked at her, wistfully.

"Don't be. Paul and I aren't really together. Not in a boyfriend/girlfriend sense. We're really just friends with benefits. And even those benefits are limited to when we manage to be in the same area code."

"Well," Mack shrugged, "this weekend you're not only in the same area code, you're in the same frickin' house."

Jasmine took the glass from Mack's hand, had a sip, and handed it back to her.

"So are you."

Mack looked at her, quizzically.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that Paul's super attracted to you. And I can tell you are to him. If you wanted... to be with him... that can happen."

"You'd be okay with that?"

She handed the drink to Jasmine.

"Yeah. More than okay. You see, Paul really wants me to accept the fact that our relationship is non-exclusive. And I want to show him that I can do it."

"You want me to sleep with Paul?"

"If you want to, yeah. I mean, if you're... attracted to him. In a sexual way. Then, yeah, I'd really appreciate it if you did sleep with him. It'd kinda help me out."

"I am attracted to him sexually. Really attracted."

"Good. Then we can make it happen."

"How would we do that? I'm sharing a room with Taylor."

Jasmine thought a moment.

"I told Paul, when he gets back, just to come into my mom's bedroom and join me there. I told him I'm be waited for him. Naked."

"Okay."

"Well, we could just make a switch. I could share the room with Taylor. And you could wait for him in my mom's bed."

"Naked."

"If you want, yeah."

"I'd like that. A lot."

"Just be prepared. Paul's been saving himself for this weekend and he's super horny. And, when he gets like that, he gets really big. And he likes to go really deep. And for a long time, too. So just... be prepared for that."

Mack gasped.

"Is there anything he especially likes?" Mack asked, breathily.

Jasmine thought a moment. Talking about this was making her hot too.

"You want to know what turns him on the most?"

"Yeah."

"Well, he says the thing that makes him hottest, the thing that turns him on more than anything else in the world..."

"Yeah?"

"... is making me cum. Really hard. Again and again. Intense, body-shaking orgasms. He loves giving you more pleasure than you've ever felt in your entire life."

"Oh fuck, Jas!" she gasped. "That's so fucking hot!"

"He likes learning what it is you like most, and then he gives it to you. Over and over. Until you're screaming with pleasure."

Mack was squirming in her seat now.

"And he won't mind if I make a lot of noise? If I scream?"

"He loves that."

"Or if I talk dirty to him?"

"He loves that too."

Mack was panting now.

"And how does he like to cum? On my face? Or my tits? In my mouth?"

"No, deep in your pussy. The deeper the better. And, damn, he goes really, really deep."

"Fuck, Jasmine. I'm so fucking wet right now."

"You better go get in bed then. He'll be here any minute."

Mack gulped, and stood up. Her legs were trembling.

"Just be ready for some incredibly hot sex."

She walked unsteadily towards the bedroom.

A few minutes later, Paul received a text from Jasmine. He was walking back from his apartment, along the pedestrian walkway that paralleled East Cliff Drive.

a bit of a switcheroo - Mack's waiting for you in my mom's bed

Paul could hardly believe what he was reading.

Jasmine followed up with a second text.

you did say you'd be willing to entertain my friends :-)

Jasmine waited in the living room for a reply from Paul.

Finally, he sent a thumbs up next to her message.

It was on.

Jasmine's heart was thumping. Setting up her big sister with the man she was crazy about so he could see just how secure she was... it was perhaps the craziest things she'd ever done.

Yet, she felt pretty good about it.

She felt like it would be good for Mack. She'd been through so much with Zach and a little love therapy from Paul would do her a world of good.

And she was pretty sure it would be good for her and Paul. It would show him just how mature she was. What kind of partner she'd be. Adventurous, free-spirited, tolerant.

Still, she was pretty nervous. She decided to go in the bedroom Mack was sharing with Taylor.

She tapped the door with her knuckle and opened it.

Taylor quickly sat up in her bed. She looked like she was hiding something.

"Sorry to barge in," Jasmine said.

"No, it's okay. I wasn't asleep yet."

There were two twin beds. Jasmine sat on the one Taylor was in.

"I'm a nervous wreck."

"What's going on?"

"I just told Paul to join Mack in my mom's bedroom."

"What?"

"I know. Crazy, huh?"

Mack was under the covers in the kingsize bed. She decided not to wait for Paul in the nude. She thought it'd be more appropriate to have something on.

So, she put on an incredibly sexy black lace teddy.

More appropriate? Who was she kidding? This was one the most inappropriate things she'd ever done.

Having sex with her little sister's boyfriend? Arranging to trick him into joining her in bed after eavesdropping on them fucking like there was no tomorrow?

She was glad she'd calmed her nerves with a nightcap. Her body was positively vibrating.

Paul let himself in the unlocked front door. He closed it quietly and locked it. He slipped down the hallway towards main bedroom.

Knowing it was Mack waiting for him made his heart race. He found her incredibly hot. And he felt a definite connection with her throughout the day.

When he was dirty dancing with her, he thought he'd bust a hole in his g-string.

By the time he quietly opened the bedroom door, his cock was as hard as a rock.

She'd dimmed the lights so he could just make out her body under the white top sheet. He figured his eyes would soon adjust, and that she could probably see him better than he could see her.

So, he stood at the foot of the bed and slowly began removing his clothes.

He wondered how much she could see. Could she see he'd taken off his shirt? See the outline of his muscular, athletic body?

Could she see him pull his shorts and g-string off? See his stiff cock spring up as it was freed?

He stepped over to the side of the bed. Maybe she could see how big he was? How excited he was at the prospect of making love to her?

He slipped under the top sheet, sliding across the bed.

His hand found her hip, feeling the lacy fabric of her teddy.

He could feel her hands touching him, her fingers gliding over the soft skin of his thighs and butt.

"Is that you, Jasmine?" he asked.

Her hand stopped.

"Kidding," Paul said, quickly. "I know it's you, Mack."

She let out a chuckle.

"I was thinking, 'uh-oh, I got some splainin' to do.'"

"Jas told me it'd be you waiting for me. I had a hard-on the whole way thinking about it."

She gasped.

"And I've been wet the whole time. I swear to God."

His hand slid over the small of her back, along the gentle curves of her ass, grazing her pussy lips.

"Shit, you're not kidding."

"I'm telling you," she whispered, "the anticipation, knowing you were on your way here, that you'd be slipping into bed with me. It's got me so fuckin' turned on. My heart's pounding."

"Yeah? Well, I feel like I've had a hard-on since I first saw you by the pool. In that bikini. I've been wondering what you look like naked."

"Ever since we played that game, I've been imagining you inside me."

"Mack, I want us to take our time. Tell me what it is you like. I wanna make it so good for you."

"That's what I want too. This may be the only time this happens. Let's make the most of it."

"Can I start just by... looking at you?"

"Sure."

Hs slowly peeled back the sheet, revealing her gorgeous body in the black lace teddy.

"Damn, you look hot!"

Mack smiled. She squeezed her arms together, making her breasts swell.

"I brought this hoping you'd see me in it."

"Well, I fucking love it. You've got me so fucking hard right now."

"Show me."

He unpeeled the top sheet even more, revealing his naked body.

He cock was enormous, stretching across his abs.

"Fuck me," she gasped.

"I plan to," he said, wryly.

"Bring it to my mouth," she gasped. "I need to taste it."

He straddled her on all fours, then walked forward on his knees until the head, like a child's clenched fist, was suspended in front of her face.

She stared him in eyes and licked the tender underside of the head.

His body twitched, involuntarily.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" he moaned. "That feels good."

"I don't know if Jas told you, but I love giving head. It's one of my favorite things to do."

"And I love licking pussy," he smiled.

"That's my second favorite," she smiled.

"Licking pussy? Or getting licked?"

"Getting licked. By someone who knows how."

"You'll have to let me know how I do."

She started going to town on his cock with her lips and tongue. Her hands were caressing his shaft and balls.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned again.

She lifted herself up on her elbows and wrapped her bee-stung lips around the head of his cock.

She was sliding her lips up and down his shaft, and using her tongue to circle the swollen head.

"Jesus, Mack!" he moaned. "You're so good at that!"

She took his entire cock deep in her throat, pressed her lips against his pelvis, and then released him with a smack.

"Thanks!" she gasped. "You've got an amazing cock."

"I need to eat you out. Come sit on my face."

"Your wish is my command," she said, slyly.

He lay on his back in the middle of the bed and she straddled his face.

He began licking her pussy with all the skill and expertise he could muster.

He was shocked by how wet she already was.

She was positively dripping.

She lowered her face to his cock and wrapped her lips around the throbbing mass.

She began licking and sucking his cock like a starving woman enjoying the most delicious ice cream cone.

She was so good at it, so passionate about making love to his cock, he had to really focus on his pussy licking to keep from coming.

She wasn't just going through the motions, she was fucking virtuoso. A maestro of man-sucking. An aficionado of fellatio.

She alternated between taking him deep and soft wet kisses along his shaft, tonguing up and down his rock hard cock.

All the while she was softly massaging his balls, and occasionally tickling his anus with her fingers.

He lapped at her pussy, using his broad flat tongue to stimulate every part of he pussy.

After a while, her body began to shake and she had to pause her cock sucking.

"You're good at that," she gasped. "Real good."

He was rocking his head, sliding his soft wet tongue over her dripping wet lips.

He could feel her body start to spasm and twitch. He was really getting to her now.

She was stroking his huge hard-on, unable to concentrate on her sucking.

"You're so big," she gasped. "I can't wait to get this inside me."

"Don't you wanna cum like this?" he asked. "I'm happy to eat you out as long as you want."

"I wanna cum on your cock," she gasped. "And I want you to cum deep inside me."

"I like a woman who knows what she wants. You wanna ride me?"

She nodded her head.

"Then get on."

She liked the way he was bossing her around. In control, but not mean. Confident, but compassionate too.

She felt like she was in good hands. Like she was gonna cum really hard with him.

She straddled him at the waist, raising herself up and guiding his long cock to her soaking wet pussy.

She arched her back and slowly lowered herself onto his hardness, her mouth open, her eyes half closed.

It was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen.

Her breasts were bursting out of her teddy as her chest heaved, her black hair covering one eye.

He held her by the waist and eased his long cock into her.

She was gasping, her body twitching.

"Take this off," he growled. "I want to look at you."

She crossed her arms and lifted her teddy, slowly. She wiggled her body to slip it over her head.

Her breasts were incredible.

Perfectly shaped melons with pert nipples.

It was his turn to gasp.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous."

She smiled and slowly rotated her hips on his hard cock.

She couldn't believe how good he felt. How much he filled her.

She reached down and caressed his pecs, his shoulders, and his abs.

She could hardly believe she was really fucking him.

She'd been fantasizing about it. But now it was really happening.

"Your cock feels amazing," she whispered.

He reached up and slowly ran his hands over her hips, her torso, and across both breasts. His fingers softly grazing her nipples.

She drew her shoulders back, her eyes closed.

"I like that," she whispered.

He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, while tickling the undersides of her breasts.

"My breasts are really sensitive," she gasped.

"They're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," Paul said, tweaking her nipples softly.

She leaned back, sticking her chest out, her breasts pressed to the sky.

He pressed his pelvis upward, sinking his cock deeper into her folds.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

"You're so sexy. I think you just made me grow another inch."

"For God's sake, don't get any bigger!" she laughed. "I don't think I could take it!"

He held her by the hips and undulated his pelvis, pushing himself deep.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cried out.

"I think you've made me bigger than I've ever been. That's how much you turn me on."

She leaned forward, gasping, her hands on his chest.

"I feel it too," she said breathlessly. "You've made me so wet. No one's ever made me so wet."

He began driving his long cock into her tight pussy. Over and over. Rhythmically.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Keep doin' that! Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum!"

His thrusting was making her luscious breasts bounce. Right in his face. It was so fucking sexy.

She was moving her hips in unison with his, her eyes closed.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

He kept up the motion, driving his cock deep inside her. Again and again.

"I'm so close," she cried. "So close."

He kept pounding her at the same pace. Letting her ride the sensations.

He reached up with one hand and found her clit with his thumb, softly rubbing it.

"Yes! Do that! Oh my God!"

She was panting now, her whole body vibrating.

"Suck my breasts!" she cried. "Suck my breasts and I'll cum!"

She leaned forward, brushing her nipples over his face. Over his lips.

He began to kiss and tongue her breasts, watching her reaction.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!"

He wrapped his fleshy lips around her nipple.

"Suck 'em! Suck 'em hard and I'll cum!"

He began sucking her nipple, suctioning the soft flesh into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue.

"Ayyyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeewe!"

She was screaming now. Arching her back and pressing her breasts into his face.

He was pounding his pelvis into her, sinking his cock all the way in and out of her pussy.

He kept pounding her, and sucking her nipples, for the entirety of her orgasm.

Mack was so carried away by how good the sex was with Paul, she forgot there were three people right down the hall. Or, maybe she just didn't care.

She screamed louder than she'd ever had during sex.

It was that good.

Taylor was laying on her twin bed and Jasmine was propped on a pillow next to her.

Chelsea, who'd come into the room shortly after all the noise started, was laying on the other twin bed.

At first, they giggled at all the moaning and groaning.

As it grew more intense, their eyes got big and they started gulping.

When Mack started shrieking, the three women just lay in silence, listening.

Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, transported by the sounds they were hearing.

They were imagining what might be going on in the other room, what he must be doing to her to make her react that way.

The thing was... it kept going and going.

From the moment they first heard her moaning, to the sound of her shrieking at the end, was nearly an hour.

"He lasts a long time," Taylor said, quietly.

"Yeah," Jasmine nodded. "He's really good at that."

"I never knew sex made you scream like that," Chelsea added, innocently.

"Sometimes it does," Jasmine said. "Sometimes it doesn't. With Paul, it usually does."

"He must be really good at it," she said, softly.

"Yeah."

After a while, the noise died down.

"Do you think they're done?" Taylor asked. "It's kinda quiet in there."

Just then, there was the sound of a whimper.

Jasmine raised one finger.

"I think they may be going at it again."

"So soon?" Taylor asked.

"Yeah," Jasmine nodded. "Paul's really good at that too."

In the primary bedroom, Paul was sitting on the side of the bed. Mack was sitting on his lap, her back against is chest.

Her knees were spread, outside his legs.

She was using her legs to raise and lower herself onto his cock.

He wrapped his muscular arms around her torso, pulling her close.

She raised her arms, running her fingers through his hair. Her breasts were raised, her nipples sticking out.

He ran his arms all over her body, his soft skin sending electricity through her system.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, "You know how to make me hot!"

"I gotta feeling you're gonna like this."

Her heart skipped a beat. She had no idea what was coming.

She didn't know what was coming, but she had a feeling she would be. Really soon and really hard.

Suddenly, he stood up.

She didn't expect this. He was embracing her from behind and carrying her like she was nothing.

His cock was so deep in her, it took her breath away.

"Wrap your legs around me," he instructed.

She bent her knees and hooked her calves around him.

He walked across the room to the sliding glass door facing the ocean.

She could see their reflection in the glass. His strong arms were raising and lowering her naked body onto his big cock. His hips were undulating, stroking her.

She've never made love this way before. She felt... helpless. Like he was in total control.

And she loved that feeling.

She trusted him completely. He was such an incredible lover. Forceful, yet attentive. Impulsive, yet thoughtful at the same time.

Whatever was coming, she knew it would be unforgettable.

Her heart was pounding.

He stood at the window, looking out at the night sky. The stars were shimmering, the ocean a dark and wild expanse.

His face was next to hers, his breath warm against her cheek.

"I love the ocean at night," he whispered in her ear. "It's full of mystery and possibility. We have no idea what's out there. What awaits us. We just know it's awe-inspiring and filled with adventure."

"Like our night, tonight," she gasped. "Awesome and full of adventure."

"Yeah. Honestly, I had no idea what it'd be like to make love to you. But you're incredible, Mack. I'm loving it."

"Me too. No one's ever made me cum so hard. Honestly."

"And now, we're gonna take it to the next level. Cause now, I'm really gonna make love to you. Completely."

"Isn't that what we were just doing?" she chuckled.

"That was the appetizer. This is gonna be the main course."

She felt butterflies throughout her body.

"Oh, the main course? Well, then..."

"And if you think you came hard before... well... you ain't seen nothin' yet."

"And you didn't even cum last time," she said, looking at him in the reflection.

"No," he said. "But I will this time. And when I do, I'm gonna fuckin' explode inside you."

She gasped.

"When you do, can you do something for me?"

"What's that?"

"Cum really deep inside me. I want to feel that big, beautiful cock of yours exploding cum deep inside my pussy. As deep as you can go. God, I'd love that so much."

He looked at her in the reflection.

"Are you kidding me? That's, like, my favorite thing to do in the world!"

She feigned surprise.

"Really? What a coincidence!"

"Damn, I love fucking you so much."

"And I love fucking you, Paul. So much."

He squeezed her with his strong arms, thrusting his pelvis into her.

His cock penetrated her like a not knife through soft butter.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

"Hear that?" Jasmine asked. "They're definitely starting up again."

Chelsea and Taylor listened raptly.

Sure enough, the sounds of Mack's cries were clearly audible.

"I can't believe it!" Taylor gasped. "They're doing it again!"

She lay back against her pillow, closing her eyes.

Chelsea was laying on her side, her eyes darting.

"Knowing Paul," Jasmine said, "this may go on for a while."

"Fine by me," Taylor said. "This is better than porn."

Jasmine could see Taylor's hands working under the covers.

"Tay?" Jasmine said.

"Yeah?" Taylor answered, her eyes closed.

"When I came in, and you were listening to Mack, did I see you with... a toy?"

Taylor opened her eyes.

After a beat, she pulled her hand out from under the blanket.

She was holding a small, purple clitoral massager.

"I thought so," Jasmine smiled.

"My little friend," Taylor said. "I never leave home without it."

Jasmine glanced over at Chelsea. She was watching them like a hawk.

"Show us?" Jasmine whispered.

Taylor paused a moment, shrugged, then pushed the blanket aside.

Her knees were spread and her lingerie was hiked up.

Jasmine could see her pussy was pink and glistening. She glanced over at Chelsea.

"Chelsea, come check this out."

Chelsea was off her bed in an instant, joining them.

"I've got a bunch of 'em," Taylor explained. "This one uses sonic waves so it works even without making direct contact."

"Amazing. What's that round thing for?"

"You put it around your clit and it affects the whole area. You know how some guys purse their lips and suck your clit into their mouth?"

"Yeah, Paul's great at that."

"Well, it's like that, only times ten."

"Does it make you cum?" Chelsea asked.

"Oh my God. We're talkin' toe-curling orgasms."

"Show us," Jasmine smiled.

She picked up a tube of moisturizer.

"I like to use a little of this. It makes it feel amazing."

She squeezed some moisturizer onto her fingers, then rubbed it on her clit and on the vibe.

"Then, you just turn it on... and let it do its magic."

She pressed the button and leaned back on her pillow. The vibration was barely audible.

"It's got eight different settings, but I like to start on low and increase it from there."

She closed her eyes, bringing the vibe to her clit.

"And then, I just listen to moaning and groaning and pretend Paul's doing it to me."

Sure enough, they could hear Mack in the other room crying out with pleasure.

Paul was holding Mack as she braced herself against the sliding glass door.

He was pummeling her from behind, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.

She was moaning with every thrust, crying out each time he sunk his big cock into her.

She couldn't believe how strong he was, the way he just held her there, thrusting himself into her over and over, without tiring.

She was braced between the glass door and Paul's powerful body. So he was able to slide his cock all the way in, and almost all the way out.

Each time he penetrated her, his swollen cockhead pressed into her pussy, spreading her lips.

It felt like he was entering her, for the first time, over and over again. Rhythmically. Hypnotically.

She absolutely loved it.

Deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness. To coin a phrase.

When Paul finally needed to rest his arms, he brought her back to the bed, and laid her face down on the corner of the bed.

She was bent over it, kneeling on the bed, her knees spread.

He placed a pillow under her head.

Her back was arched, her pussy wet and waiting.

"You ready?" he said, touching her softly on the back. "This can get pretty intense."

He moved in behind her, guiding his still rock-hard cock to her glistening pussy.

He pushed himself into her, filling her almost entirely with one stroke.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried out.

He leaned onto the bed, his arms planted on either side of her, and began pumping his pelvis.

"Oh Jesus!" she cried.

He was using the leverage of his feet on the floor to drive himself into her.

She was being pressed into the bed, like a butterfly that'd been pinned.

He knew from experience this angle would be perfect for g-spot stimulation.

He got himself into a rhythm, impaling her with long, sensuous strokes.

She cried out loudly each time he filled her.

Mack loved the way he was fucking her. Doggie style was her favorite way to do it. Especially when the man she was with was big.

And boy, was Paul big.

She reached back with one hand and found her clit.

She didn't need the extra stimulation. Paul's thick cock was providing more than enough.

She just couldn't help herself.

Soon, she was reaching back with both hands.

She was arching her back, allowing him to go even deeper.

And she was screaming.

Taylor was starting to moan too. She was raising her hips, using the vibe to stimulate her entire clitoris.

Jasmine and Taylor were both resting on their elbows watching her, their faces not far from her pussy.

The sound of Mack screaming, and the visual of Taylor's body spasming, combined was hard to resist.

Chelsea's slipped her hand under waistband of her pajamas.

Jasmine pretended not to notice, but she could see Chelsea diddling herself out of the corner of her eye.

Paul was pounding Mack now, slamming his pelvis between her legs, driving his long cock deep inside her.

Mack was arching her back, raising her ass to him, begging him not to stop

"I'm gonna cum!" she shouted. "You're gonna make me cum again!"

Paul grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him while he drove himself into her.

"I'm gonna cum too!"

"Yes! Cum with me!" she screamed. "I want you to cum with me!"

He leaned back, driving himself into her, as far as he could go.

"Aaaaiiiiiiiiyyyyyyeeeeee!" she screamed. "I'm cumming!"

Paul pressed himself all the way into her, grinding his pelvis.

He felt an enormous electrical shock building in his body and then explode out of his cock.

Huge spurts of cum shot out of his cock into her pussy.

"I can feel it!" she screamed. "I can feel you cumming!"

He thrust again and another explosion of cum filled her pussy.

"Oh my God," she cried, "there's so much cum!"

A third time he pressed himself inside her. And a third time he exploded ribbons of cum deep inside her.

"You're filling me with cum!" she moaned. "I'm your cum slut!"

Paul lay on top of her, breathing hard, his mouth by her ear.

"Yeah, you're my cum slut," he whispered. "And I'm yours too."

After a few minutes, their breathing returned to normal.

He softly tucked her hair behind her ear.

"You know why I love fucking you, Mack?"

"Why?"

"Cause you're so fucking beautiful. And smart. And sexy. Anytime you want me to fill you with cum, I'm there. That's how sexy you are."

Mack reached back and ran her fingers through his curly hair.

"Keep talkin'" was all she could say.

Taylor and the other women could hear Mack's screams. They knew she was climaxing. It was so hot, so incredibly erotic, it didn't take long for Taylor to climax herself.

Chelsea watched intently as Taylor's body convulsed, and continued watching as she rode her orgasm, twitching and spasming, until her body finally went limp.

And the entire house was silent.

"Wow," Jasmine said, eyebrows raised. "That was amazing."

Taylor blinked her eyes open.

"Whoa, that was a first. I've never done it with an audience."

Jasmine lay next to Taylor, an excited look on her face.

"I was thinking, if Paul and Mack are done, I might stick my head in there and see how they're doing. Wanna come?"

Taylor's eyes got big.

"Sure."

Jasmine turned to Chelsea.

"Chels, wanna go visit the den of iniquity?"

Chelsea looked a bit panicked. She shook her head "no".

"Well, I'm going," Jasmine said, sitting up.

"Me too," said Taylor.

The two of them crept out of the room as Chelsea watched wide-eyed from the twin bed.

As they made their way down the hallway towards her mom's bedroom, Jasmine turned to Taylor.

"You know, I actually do know my way around vibes. I just pretended not to for Chelsea's sake. I figured she could learn a thing or two. Thanks for teaching her."

"I figured as much."

When they got to the bedroom door, there was no sound coming from the room at all. For a moment, Jasmine wondered if they'd fallen asleep.

Then she heard Paul talking. She knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in."

She opened the door and peered inside.

"You guys decent?"

"That's hardly the adjective I'd use," Mack answered.

Jasmine chuckled.

"I was wondering if we could cut in. If this is a good time."

"Yeah, this is a great time," Mack said. "I gotta take a break anyway. Maybe go look for an icepack."

She got out of bed, found her lingerie, and put it on.

"Are you sure? I don't want to kick you out."

"No, that's fine. I need to tap out."

Mack came to the doorway, naked, and smiled at Jasmine. Then she saw Taylor behind her.

"Whoa. Everybody's here."

Mack walked unsteadily down the hallway and Jasmine led Taylor into the bedroom.

"I invited Taylor to come too," Jasmine said to Paul.

"I can see that."

"Can we talk a bit?"

"Sure."

Jasmine sat on the bed next to him. She patted the space next to her for Taylor to join her. She did.

Jasmine was in the middle between Paul and Taylor.

"The night just gets more and more interesting," Paul said.

"Interesting in a good way?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "In a great way."

Jasmine smiled at Taylor.

"We were just hanging out in Taylor and Jasmine's room, listening to the sounds of the night."

"Uh, yeah. I hope we weren't too loud."

"Not at all. I mean, it was loud but..."

"We kinda enjoyed it," Taylor added.

"Right," Jasmine said, "it was pretty hot. So, you guys had a good time?"

"Yeah. We had fun."

"That's good. I was kinda hoping we could involve Chelsea in some of the fun. But she's... feeling shy."

"I can imagine," Paul said. "Maybe we can start with a massage tomorrow sometime. Take it from there."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Tomorrow is her birthday after all."

There was a pause.

"Anyway," Jasmine said, "that's what I wanted to tell you."

"Cool."

There was another pause.

Jasmine was about to get up and leave when Taylor spoke up.

"I have a question," Taylor said.

Jasmine and Paul both looked at her.

"I was wondering... you know how when we were playing Truth or Dare, you said you never had a threesome?"

"Actually, I think I said I'd never had a five-some or a four-some."

"Right. But I don't think Chelsea's gonna be up for it. And Mack seems like she needs a break. So... five minus two... how would you feel about a threesome?"

"With you and Jasmine?"

"Yeah. What do you think, Jas?"

"I'd be down for that."

Jasmine looked back at Paul.

"What about you? You're always up for new experiences."

He looked at Jasmine. Then at Taylor.

"Honestly?"

"Yeah, always honestly."

"Well, honestly... I can't think of anything I'd rather do more."

Jasmine looked at Taylor, then back at Paul.

"Really?"

"Yeah, that sounds incredibly hot to me."

Jasmine and Taylor both smiled.

"Alrighty then," Jasmine said. "I guess we're doing this."

"Gimme a sec," Paul said. "I'm gonna go clean up a little bit."

"I'm going to hit the kitchen," Jasmine said. "You guys hungry? Thirsty?"


"Some water sounds good."

"Gotcha. Water for three coming up."

Jasmine climbed out of bed. Paul went to the bathroom. And Taylor just sat there, her head spinning.

A half hour earlier, Taylor was masturbating in front of her good buddy and workout partner, Jasmine.

And, if that wasn't strange enough, a third person was lurking nearby.

The fact was, it wasn't the first time Taylor and Jasmine had been naked together.

She and Jasmine were both members of the Berkeley Running Club so they'd get together three days a week to go on training runs.

They'd made it a habit to get dressed for their workouts in the same room, usually Taylor's bedroom, on the second floor of the sorority house.

They'd chat about life, school, guys, everything under the sun.

Taylor was a longtime athlete so she was super comfortable getting naked with Jasmine. Hell, if they had communal showers, she'd probably want to shower with her too.

Jasmine didn't have much experience with organized sports, so she deferred to Taylor. She figured that's just what you do when you're on a team. You get dressed and undressed together.

And she liked Taylor a lot. She was smart, funny, with an easy-going personality. They joined the sorority at the same time, and both of them were ambivalent about the whole Greek scene.

It offered a great place to live and a built-in social life. But it was elitist at times and way too status-obsessed for their taste.

But they'd made some really good friends there, including each other.

A daughter of Chinese immigrants, Taylor had grown up on the Peninsula and shared a lot of the same interests and values as Jasmine.

She was really athletic, a beautiful runner, with a lithe body and a graceful physique. She had long legs, narrow hips, and really nice breasts.

Jasmine knew all this because Taylor would always seem to start a conversation on some subject or other when they were naked together. Then they'd spend time just sitting on her bed chatting away. In the nude.

Jasmine figured this was typical for people who worked out together.

She went into the kitchen to get some water. She found Mack leaning against the counter.

"Hey," she said. "You okay?"

"I'm great," Mack said, sipping something out of a glass.

"What are you drinking?" Jasmine asked.

"Just a little whiskey."

"Wanna sit?"

"No, thanks," Mack said. "I'm too sore to sit. I can barely walk straight."

"Oh," Jasmine said, cringing. "Paul?"

"Oh yeah."

"Sorry about that. When he gets super turned on, he really goes for it."

"Don't be sorry. I loved it. It was the best sex I've had in years. Maybe ever."

"Oh, that's... good!"

"I'm just glad to hear he was super turned on. So was I."

"Yeah. He thinks you're pretty special."

"Are you and Taylor gonna take a turn?"

"Looks like it, yeah. You're welcome to join us."

Mack smiled.

"I'm good. Maybe I'll peek in a little later."

"OK," Jasmine smiled. "See you later."

She picked up the three glasses of water and carried them out of the kitchen.

When she entered the bedroom, Taylor was straightening the bed. She'd changed into a sexy teal babydoll. You could see her nipples through the sheer fabric.

Paul was still in the bathroom. Jasmine could hear the shower going.

"You look great in that," Jasmine said, "I think I'm gonna put on my new teddy."

"Can't wait to see you in it."

"I talked to Mack," Jasmine said, digging into her bag. "Sounds like she had a great time."

"Sure sounded like she did. I talked to Chelsea, by the way."

"How's she doing?" Jasmine asked, putting on her teddy.

"Good. She's processing everything that's going on. I'm letting her use my Lelo."

Jasmine gave her a puzzled look.

"My vibe. I cleaned it and showed her how to turn it on. Just in case."

"Good call. Part of her continuing education."

"That's what I was thinking. Her next step."

"I was hoping maybe Paul could be the next step after that."

"Maybe," Taylor shrugged. "Jas, it's not weird for you, sharing Paul like this?"

"No, not at all. We're not exclusive. And I want to show him I'm okay with that."

Taylor nodded.

Just then Paul came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Jasmine handed him a glass of water. He took a drink and got on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

Jasmine took Taylor by the hand and walked to the head of the bed.

They stood facing him, each in a seductive pose.

Jasmine started things off by slowly moving her hips from side to side.

Paul was watching her, intently.

She slipped the strap of her teddy off her shoulder, letting gravity pull it down.

Then, she slipped the other shoulder strap off, and held the teddy to her chest with her arms.

She slowly rubbed her breasts with her forearms.

Then, she turned and looked at Taylor.

Taylor turned her back to Paul, bent over slowly, and lifted the bottom of her see-through teal babydoll. Her fit ass was adorned with a lacy g-string.

She reached back and slowly peeled the g-string off her ass, lowering it slowly over her thighs.

She stepped out of it and threw it aside, standing wide-legged and looking at Paul over her shoulder.

There was movement under Paul's towel.

Jasmine took a turn.

She began rotating her hips, her mouth open, slowly letting her teddy slip down her luscious breasts. She stopped just before her nipples were visible, pressing her breasts with her forearms, making them swell voluptuously.

The towel covering Paul's cock began to tent.

Taylor, still with her back to Paul, pulled the straps off her babydoll and began wiggling her body as she peeled it down. She revealed her beautifully toned back, her slender hips, and her gorgeous ass.

Paul's chest began to heave.

Jasmine slowly got onto the foot of the bed, her knees spread, and slowly revealed her beautiful upturned breasts.

Her nipples were aroused, sticking out. She played with them.

"Jesus," Paul muttered.

He reached under his towel, adjusting his hardening cock so it pointed towards his chin.

Taylor got on the bed next to Jasmine, also on her knees. She was covering her bare breasts with her hands. She gave her nipples a rub, then a pinch between her fingers, and then revealed her breasts to him.

They were incredible. Perfectly shaped, with pert erect nipples.

"Fuck me!" Paul moaned, loudly.

The two women looked at each other, smiling. Then they walked on their knees to either side of him.

He reached out his arms to both of them, embracing them. They curled up next to him.

The women wasted no time, their hands caressing his washboard abs and his chest.

"Close your eyes," Jasmine said.

Paul smiled and closed his eyes, laying his head back against the headboard.

They both began kissing his pecs. And sucking his nipples.

Their hands were slipping under his towel now, moving inexorably to his now raging hard-on.

He felt them pull off his towel, raising his hips to help, his eyes still closed.

He was totally naked now. As naked as they were. He could feel their eyes on his body. On his cock.

And then he felt a kiss. He wasn't sure from whom. His eyes were still closed.

It was a soft, sensuous kiss on the shaft of his cock. A wet kiss. With a little tongue.

Then he felt a second kiss. A second mouth on his cock. And another tongue licking him. All along the shaft. Up to the tender underside of his cockhead.

The tongue was tickling him, sending electrical shocks through his body.

Surely that was Jasmine, he thought. She knew how much he loved being licked there.

And then he felt the other mouth, moving down his shaft. Kissing his balls, sucking them softly.

His body squirmed with pleasure.

"Damn, that feels good!" he moaned.

Then their licking and sucking became more passionate. A hand stood his cock up. A mouth was encircling the head. Another mouth was kissing his balls and tonguing his shaft.

Then there were two mouths on the head, kissing him fervently. Tonguing him from either side, swirling their tongues around the taut skin of his swollen head.

His body writhed. He couldn't stand it anymore. He opened his eyes.

Jasmine and Taylor were kneeling before his huge cock, facing each other, on either side of his body. They were holding his cock straight up, tonguing and kissing the head at the same time.

Their tongues were darting all around his swollen head, swirling and licking and devouring him.

Ravenously.

It was like they were starving and his cock was the single source of sustenance.

The electricity that shot through his body was exhilarating, causing his body to twitch and spasm.

Then it occurred to him. The women were both licking his cockhead. And licking each other.

They were French kissing each other passionately, with his swollen cockhead in between their mouths.

The more passionately they kissed each other, the more they licked his super sensitive cockhead, and the more it sent electrical shocks through his body.

Paul sat up, sliding his body away from the headboard, towards the middle of the bed.

The women looked at him, trying to decipher what he was up to.

He pulled Taylor so she was on top of him, straddling his face, facing his feet.

He began licking her pussy with his broad, flat tongue.

He knew Jasmine would know what to do next

Sure enough, she straddled him at the waist. Facing Taylor.

He felt her guiding his huge hard-on to her dripping wet pussy.

She lowered herself onto him and he felt a wave of pleasure engulf him.

It was Jasmine's tight pussy enveloping his rock-hard cock. The greatest feeling in the world.

He kept licking Taylor's pussy, using every bit of skill and expertise he'd accumulated.

What Paul couldn't see, because his face was full of Taylor's pussy, was that the two women were locked in a passionate embrace.

Their arms were around each other and they were tonguing each other like two sex-starved teenagers.

For Taylor, the combination of feeling Paul's talented tongue lapping at her wet pussy, and kissing the beautiful and beguiling Jasmine, the woman she'd been fantasizing about for most of the year, was like a dream come true.

She felt like she'd died and gone to heaven.

It wasn't long before Taylor's body began to shake.

"I'm getting close," she whispered.

Jasmine looked at her.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Touch my breasts," she gasped. "And play with my nipples."

Jasmine did as she was told, watching her friend being sucked into the whirlpool of her approaching orgasm.

"You might try the Vortex," she called out to Paul. "If you aren't already."

Paul took her advice and turned his attention to her clit, making this lips into an "O" and sucking it into her mouth. Then he used the tip of his tongue to tickle it tantalizingly.

It was enough to send Taylor over the top.

She arched her back, sticking her breasts out. Jasmine seized on the opportunity to tweak her nipples, pinching them and making her cry out.

While Jasmine sucked one nipple and tweaked another with her fingers, Paul sucked and licked her clit.

Taylor tumbled into a tidal wave of orgasmic sensation, her body writhing and bucking, screaming as she came.

It was the greatest single orgasm of her life.

With Taylor accounted for, he turned his attention to Jasmine, pulsing his pelvis into her.

Before long, he could feel her pussy squeezing him, sucking his cock with her pussy.

He could tell by her screams that she was climaxing, and by the force of her contractions that she was cumming hard.

When both women's breathing had returned to normal, Paul took the lead.

He positioned Taylor on all fours, facing Jasmine.

"Lay back, Jas," Paul said. "Let's give her what she wants."

Jasmine assumed what she wanted was her pussy. So she leaned back on her elbows and opened her knees.

Sure enough, Taylor's face brightened as she got a glimpse of Jasmine's dripping snatch.

She lowered her face to Jasmine's pussy and started licking her, while maintaining eye contact with her good friend.

Paul took his cock in his hand and guided it to Taylor's pussy. She was in face-down doggy style position, perfect for Paul to penetrate her deeply.

He knelt behind her and slid his cock to her, all the while staring at Jasmine having her pussy licked.

Taylor began moaning the second Paul buried his boner inside her.

And those moans, deep and guttural, traveled from her voice box, through her throat, along her tongue, and right to Jasmine's clitoris.

It was like her very own human vibrator.

The more Paul undulated his hips and sunk his cock into Taylor's dripping wet pussy, the more her moans made Jasmine want to cum.

It was a perfect symbiotic relationship.

And Paul was loving fucking Taylor from behind.

Especially with Taylor's toned ass and extremely tight, wet, 18-year-old pussy. All that, plus watching Jasmine being eaten out by another woman, was enough to make him really go to town on Taylor's pussy.

He started by sliding his cock all the way in and all the way out. Filling her tight pussy with every inch of his hardness. Then, he sped up, finding a rhythm that allowed her to surf the orgasmic wave. Finally, he pulled her hips back and pushed himself all the way inside her, while rubbing her clit with his finger at the same time.

And she really loved that.

She was, after all, doing exactly what she'd been dreaming about for so long. Eating Jasmine's pussy. On top of that, she was being deeply fucked by the longest, thickest cock she'd ever experienced.

It was no wonder she screamed the way she did.

That's what finally pushed her over the top. The combination of deep penetration and rubbing her clit.

Paul kept it up, without cumming, until her body stopped jerking. He wanted to make sure he had enough in the tank for the finale.

He still wanted to fuck Jasmine.

Taylor was pretty spent, so he asked Jasmine what she wanted to do.

"How 'bout a me sandwich?"

He gave her a quizzical look.

"You know, I'm the meat. You guys are the bread."

Paul smiled.

"Too much about me?" she asked. "I don't wanna be selfish."

He kissed her softly on the lips.

"Darlin', you're the most unselfish person I know."

A warm feeling flooded through her body.

"So," he said, "show us how to make a 'me sandwich'".

Jasmine lay on her side.

"I start on my side. Like this. And Taylor, you lay facing me."

Taylor lay on her side, facing her, their bodies touching. Their arms and legs were already entwining.

"I'm liking this already," Taylor said.

"And Paul, you spoon me from behind."

Paul curled up behind Jasmine, his cock sliding between her legs.

Jasmine was in the middle, with Taylor and Paul facing her on either side.

"That's it. That's the sandwich. And now, we just... do what comes naturally."

Paul wrapped his long arm around the two women, pulling the three of them together.

Taylor began French-kissing Jasmine almost immediately.

And Jasmine reached down to guide Paul's big cock between her warm, wet folds.

He began thrusting slowly, sensuously, allowing Jasmine to settle into the rhythm.

Jasmine moaned.

Taylor smiled, holding her face in her hands.

For the longest time, Paul made love to Jasmine from behind, while Taylor kissed and fondled her from the front.

Taylor's hands gently caressed Jasmine's breasts, and then moved down to her pussy where she could feel Paul's big cock entering her.

Jasmine luxuriated in the feeling of two bodies pressed against her, a big hard cock penetrating her from behind, and the tender fingers of her friend caressing her breasts and her pussy.

Jasmine's hands were busy too, cupping Taylor's breasts, tickling and tweaking her nipples with her fingertips. Her other hand was free to roam, and it did, moving back and forth between Paul's hard ass to Taylor's wet pussy.

Everyone found something to enjoy.

It was a win, win, win.

For Jasmine, the combination of sensations was incredible.

The feeling of two people pressed against her.

Paul, from behind, driving his cock into the deepest recesses of her pussy, his fingers gently massaging her clit.

Taylor, facing her, her breasts brushing against her own, her soft lips and tongue kissing her deeply.

And Jasmine, touching both of them with her hands, pulling Paul deeper into her pussy, caressing Taylor's beautiful butt, feeling her wetness.

Well, let's just say, it was an experience she wouldn't soon forget.

And it didn't take long for her to cum.

A toe-curling, body-shaking, sheet-grabbing orgasm that filled the house with her shrieks.

She didn't care how much noise she made. She just had to let it out.

Afterwards, when the three of them finally came to, their breathing returning to normal, Jasmine and Taylor decided to put on some t-shirts and check on the others.

They found Mack and Chelsea sitting in the living room.

"Somebody call Guinness," Mack cracked. "I think we just set a new record."

"Oh my God," Jasmine said, plopping on the couch. "I've never cum so hard in my life."

"Join the club," Mack said.

"Make that three," said Taylor.

Mack looked over at Chelsea.

"Well, Chels, if you feel like pulling the trigger, you could be four outta four."

Chelsea squirmed in her seat, uncomfortably.

"Oh my God," Jasmine said, suddenly. "It's after midnight! It's Chelsea's birthday! Happy Birthday, Roomie!"

Sure enough, it was five minutes after midnight. Chelsea had just officially turned 19.

Chelsea Chandler got into Berkeley on a scholarship. Unlike a lot of her sorority sisters, she didn't come from money. She was raised in rural Northern California, an environment that resembled the midwest more than the urban areas of San Francisco or LA.

She was the fifth of seven kids in a Catholic family that ran a dairy business. Growing up a rancher's daughter near Petaluma, she came to Berkeley without a lot of experience and even less self-assurance when it came to boys.

She only had one boyfriend of real significance in her life.

She met Andrew in bible class when they were both 10 and began seeing him romantically when they were 16. They went out for nearly two years until she went off to university in the big city.

She was actually kind of relieved to be moving away.

Andrew came from a very religious family and had a strict moral code when it came to sex. No intercourse, no heavy petting, no mutual masturbation, no dry humping. There were so many "no's" she couldn't keep track of them.

Chelsea, on the other hand, was much more relaxed about sex. She had two older brothers and her parents were both educators. Sex wasn't a taboo topic in her family. By the time, her high school graduation came along, she'd been having sexual feelings for a while.

But Berkeley was like a big city to her and she was quickly overwhelmed. She joined the same sorority her mom was in and wilted under the bright lights of the social scene. She became increasingly withdrawn and unsure of herself.

Fortunately, she got Jasmine as a roommate and the two of them hit it off. They'd talk late into the night about their experiences, about school, and about boys. Jasmine told her about her troubles with her ex-boyfriend Chad, and about the new man in her life, Paul.

She'd show Chelsea photos of Paul, on the beach wearing nothing but his board shorts, his handsome face, his broad chest and muscular arms, his incredibly buff body.

And late at night, before they drifted asleep, Jasmine would tell stories about her adventures with Paul. Mesmerizing stories, woven with the words and images of a novelist. How they'd made love to the sound of the waves, reaching new heights of sexual pleasure, screaming in ecstasy as they came, again and again and again.

Chelsea found herself falling for Paul before she'd even met him.

"Happy Birthday Chelsea!" the women chorused.

"Hey, we got a present for you," Jasmine said. "You gotta open it."

"Now?"

"Yeah, this is the perfect time."

She grabbed a package out of the foyer.

"Tay, Mack and I went in on it."

As Chelsea was opening the package, Paul appeared out of the bedroom. He was wearing drawstring pants with no top. He sat on the armrest of the couch.

Chelsea opened the package and pulled out some lacy red lingerie.

"We figured you didn't have any of your own," Jasmine said.

"Try it on," Taylor said.

"Um, I don't think.." Chelsea demurred.

"Come on!" Mack said. "We gotta at least see if it fits."

She stood, let out a sigh, then went into one of the bedrooms.

""I gotta see this," Jasmine said, jumping up from the couch and following her.

"Me too." Taylor said.

Mack rolled her eyes and got up too, sauntering out of the room to join the others.

The three women sat on the bed while Chelsea took the negligee into the bathroom.

"I think it's gonna look amazing on you, Chels," Jasmine said, reassuringly.

"And I think Paul's gonna love it," Mack cracked.

A few minutes later, Chelsea re-emerged in a dot mesh cami with matching shorts. The sheer red fabric showed just enough to tease without being overly daring.

"Let's see!" Jasmine said. "Turn around."

She turned in a circle.

"That's adorable!"

"You look great!"

"How does it feel?"

"Sexy. Comfy too. Thanks, guys."

"As it should."

"Let's go show it to Paul."

Chelsea shook her head.

"Come on!" Taylor said. "You have to."

"I know," Jasmine said, "why don't we all put on our lingerie and give Paul a fashion show?"

There was a pause as they considered this.

"It'd be a fashion show to remember," Mack said.

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"OK," Chelsea shrugged, "If you do it too."

They excitedly jumped up and started to put on the lingerie they'd brought. Chelsea and Taylor went into her mom's bedroom to find theirs.

It was a frenetic scene -- four incredibly hot women undressing in the same bedroom and putting on all sorts of sheer, lacy, revealing, and alluring outfits.

When they were done, they took turns at the single full-length mirror. Jasmine adjusted their hair, Taylor added a bit more lipstick, and Mack made her boobs look even more voluptuous.

Then, they filed out of the bedroom humming The Stripper.

Paul's mouth fell open.

Each one looked sexier than the next. They were swinging their hips and shaking their booty. They posed and gave Paul come hither looks.

Chelsea was the last one out of the bedroom. They parted to let him get a good look at her.

She walked up to him, turned her back to him, then gave him a flirty look over her shoulder.

"Nice!" Jasmine hollered in approval.

"Paul, how do you think Chelsea looks in her new present?" Mack asked.

There was a pause.

"I think she looks gorgeous."

"Hear that?" Jasmine said. "The official male opinion is you look gorgeous."

"I agree," Mack said, smiling.

"Maybe we should give her her other present too," Jasmine said, cryptically.

"My other present?"

"Your special birthday massage."

She looked over at Paul, her eyes wide.

Paul gave her a little shrug, and smiled.

"A massage?" Chelsea asked. "Now?"

"It might be a little chilly in the gazebo," Paul said.

"You can use my mom's bedroom," Jasmine, said. "King-size bed. Plenty of room."

"Fine by me," Paul shrugged.

"I dunno," Chelsea muttered. "It's kinda late, isn't it?"

"I don't mind," Paul said. "I often give massages late at night."

"I bet you do," Mack said. "Come on, Chels. It's gotta happen sooner or later."

"Yeah, come on Chelsea," Taylor said.

Chelsea had an unsure look on her face.

"You'll sleep great tonight," Paul said. "I promise."

Chelsea stood, gulping.

"Come on," Paul said, holding out his hand.

She took it, reluctantly, and followed him towards the bedroom.

Jasmine, Mack and Taylor glanced at each other, smiling.

"Here we go."

"The moment of truth."

"It's about fuckin' time," Mack muttered.

As Paul walked with Chelsea down the hallway towards the bedroom, he could sense her trepidation.

He placed his hand softly on her shoulder.

"Nervous?"

"A little."

"Don't worry," he smiled, kindly. "I got you."

He opened the bedroom door for her. She entered slowly, gulping.

"Let me just fix the bed," he said.

He folded back the comforter, and pulled the top sheet flat. Then he dimmed the overhead light.

She was clasping her hands, nervously.

"Why don't we have a seat and just talk," Paul said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She made her way to the bed, sitting about three feet away from him.

In her lace cami and shorts, and him with his bare chest and drawstring pants, they at least looked the part of two lovers ready for a night of lovemaking.

"So, have you had a massage before?"

"A couple times."

"Cool," he smiled, kindly. "So you know how it works. You just... take off your clothes and lay on your stomach. I'll get started on your back.

She gulped.

"Do I have to take off my clothes?"

"No, of course not. If you want to leave your nightie on, I can work around it. No problem."

She still looked uncertain.

"You know, Chels, you don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. You know that, right?"

She nodded, without looking at him.

"Hey," he said, tilting his head and catching her gaze. "What's going on?"

"I dunno. I don't wanna seem ungrateful. It's just... I feel a little pressured. Not by you. By the whole situation. They're making such a big deal out of it."

Paul nodded.

"Yeah, they're comin' on kinda strong."

"It's just... it's not how I imagined it'd be."

He looked at her, nodding.

"How'd you imagine it?"

"Well, not with a cheering section sitting in the next room."

Paul chuckled.

"Yeah, I can see how that'd be a little intimidating. Especially your first time."

Jasmine looked down at her hands. Paul knew she was a virgin too. Everybody knew.

"I mean, don't get me wrong," she said. "They're good friends and everything. I know their hearts are in the right place."

He caught her eye.

"But it's not about them, is it? It's your life. Your decision."

"Yeah. I wanted to do this on my own terms."

Paul put his hand on hers.

"And you should. This is a big deal. Do it the way you want. Not the way other people want."

She looked at him and nodded.

"And now they're waiting out there with baited breath. I can picture them, listening for every sound. And, afterwards, they'll be grilling me with questions. 'How'd it go? How'd it feel? Isn't this the greatest day of your life?'"

"Yeah, I can see that happening."

"And if I don't do it, if I go back and tell them I chickened out, it'll be even worse. And if it got out in the sorority house? Forget about it. I'd never hear the end of it."

Paul nodded, understanding.

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't."

"And that's not how I wanted my first time to be."

There was a pause.

"So don't let it be that way," Paul said.

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"You said you want your first time to be on your own terms, right? So, don't make this your first time."

"What do you mean?"

"What if I just give you a massage? A regular old massage. They don't have to know. As far as they're concerned, we could be having red-hot sex. How would they know? And when they ask you how it went, all you have to say is, 'we had fun'. And leave it at that."

"We wouldn't have sex?"

"Nope. And they'll believe what they want to believe."

"I wouldn't be lying to them."

"And what they don't know won't hurt 'em."

Her face brightened.

"That'd be awesome!"

"Yeah? You feeling better about things?"


"Much better."

"Good. So, I'm gonna run up to the gazebo and grab my oils. Make yourself comfortable on the bed. You can decide if want to leave your nightie on or not. Or, if you want to put on a t-shirt or something else, that's fine too. Completely your choice."

"And just lay face down on the bed."

"That's right. You can cover yourself up with the top sheet if you want. Can I bring you anything? Some water?"

"No, I'm good. Paul, thank you."

She looked like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders.

"You're welcome, Chels. I'll be right back."

He gave her a warm smile and left via the sliding glass door.

She stood and took a deep breath. She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Her red lace cami and shorts looked pretty darn good. She certainly didn't want to get them all oily.

When Paul got back to the sliding glass door, he knocked discreetly. He opened the door slightly.

"You ready for me?"

"Yeah," she said.

He entered the room and found her laying face down on the bed, the top sheet pulled up to her neck.

He took the oils into the bathroom. She could hear him turn the water on.

"I'm just gonna warm up the oils a little bit," he said from the bathroom.

While the water ran, he came into the bedroom to check on her.

"Are you comfy? Do you want a pillow?"

"A pillow'd be nice."

He took one of the bed pillows and slipped it gently under her head.

"Thanks."

"I'm going to make the oil nice and warm for you. Should be really relaxing."

"Sounds good."

"Is there anything I can get you to make you more comfortable?"

"No, I feel good. And I'm a lot less nervous."

"Good," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "There's nothing at all to be nervous about. I'm gonna be giving you a simple massage. If anything I'm doing doesn't feel good to you, or makes you uncomfortable in any way, just let me know and I'll stop. OK?"

"OK. There is one thing I was wondering."

"What's that?"

"Well, I'm assuming the others are in the living room. Listening. Won't they know we aren't doing anything?"

Paul thought about this.

"You're right. It'll be suspiciously quiet."

"How can I tell them 'we had fun' when they can hear everything?"

Paul nodded.

"Here's an idea. When I gave Jasmine her first massage, I told her her to feel free to moan loudly, to express the pleasure she was feeling. It actually increases the pleasure you feel the more you vocalize it. Maybe you can do the same?"

"Moan loudly?"

"You know, oohing and aahing as I massage your sore spots. I think you'll find it comes pretty naturally."

"OK, if you think that'll work."

"I think it'll make our little charade more believable."

"And you won't say anything? Not even to Jasmine?"

"I promise. I got you, Chels."

She smiled and nodded.

"I think the oils should be ready. Be right back."

He went into the bathroom and turned off the water.

He returned with the two bottles wrapped in a towel and put them on the nightstand along with a small wooden bowl. He poured oil from each the bottles into the bowl.

Then, he slowly pulled the sheet down to reveal her back. It was completely bare. She decided to take off her cami after all.

He folded the sheet at her waist, leaving her ass discreetly covered.

He drizzled a small amount of warm oil from the bowl onto her back.

"Is the temperature okay?"

"It feels great. Nice and warm. Not too hot."

"Good."

He gently rubbed the oils onto her upper back and shoulders, sliding his hands down the backs of both arms.

"Mmmmm, that feels really good."

"Just take a deep, cleansing breath. See if you can will your body to relax."

She took a deep breath and let it out.

He added more oil to her lower back and worked the muscles with his thumbs.

"Mmmmmm, that feels great."

"Good."

He was pressing his thumbs into her back, moving slowly upward on either side of her spine.

"Mmmmmmm."

"I'm glad you decided to take off your nightie. I like to use a lot of oil and I wouldn't want to get any your new present."

"The oil feels really great."

He ran his hands over the length of her back, all the way up and all the way down.

"Mmmmmmmm."

He placed one knee on the side of the bed.

"OK, I'm gonna apply a bit more pressure. Just let me know if it's too much."

He started to massage her back more deeply, pushing down with his body weight.

"Ohhhhhhhh, that's so good."

He straightened his muscular arms, pressing the heel of his hands into her lower back.

"Ohhhhhhhh Paul, right there!"

He leaned in, his mouth next to her ear.

"Remember," he whispered, "feel free to vocalize your pleasure. Be as loud as you want. Don't fake it, just don't hold back."

She nodded her head.

"OK."

He pressed into her lower back again using his body weight.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! I love that!"

"Good," he whispered. "Let me hear it."

He pressed the heels of his hands into her back, all along the spine.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Paul, that's so good!"

He ran his hands up and down the full length of her back, pressing hard.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, loudly. "I like that!"

"I typically do the ass next," he whispered, "but we can skip that if you're not comfortable with it."

"No, that's okay," she said, breathily. "I'm... comfortable with it."

He got off the bed and slowly pulled the sheet downward, revealing her entire ass.

It was bare too. And it looked incredible.

"You know," he said, "it's pretty warm in here. Are you okay if I take the sheet off?"

"Yeah, that's okay."

He slowly slid the sheet all the way off her legs, revealing her entire naked body.

She looked amazing.

He drizzled oil from the wooden bowl over both ass cheeks.

Then he pressed his strong hands into both her cheeks.

"Oh my God!" she moaned.

He circled his hands, pressing her cheeks together and then opening them.

It was one of the nicest asses he'd ever massaged. Firm and beautifully shaped.

He squeezed her buns with his strong hands, kneading them.

"Mmmmmmmm."

He drizzled more oil on her thighs, sliding his hands down the backs of her legs.

"Ohhhhhhhh! That's really good!"

He ran his hands back up her legs, over her beautiful ass cheeks, and back down again. Over and over.

"Ohhhhhhh, I like that. I like that a lot."

"Yeah, people like having their glutes and hamstrings massaged. It actually helps relax the whole backside of the body."

"I can feel it. How it's relaxing my whole body."

"Good. Just keep breathing deeply and imagine your body letting go."

She took a deep breath.

"Do you normally use a lot of oil? When you're doing the glutes and hamstrings?"

"Sometimes, yeah. People say it feels really good. Do you want me to add more oil?"

"Yeah, if you can. I really like it."

He went back to the night table and filled his palms with oil.

"I may need to get up on the bed. To do this right."

"That's fine."

"If you don't mind spreading your legs."

"Um, sure."

She slowly spread her legs. He walked on his knees between them, his palms upright.

He could see her shaved pussy clearly. It was glistening.

He flipped his hands over onto her gorgeous ass, rubbing the oil into the soft skin of her cheeks.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

He rubbed this hands all over her ass cheeks, soaking them with oil.

"That's so good," she gasped.

"Don't forget," he whispered. "Be loud and proud."

"That's so good!" she moaned, loudly.

He kept massaging her cheeks, sensuously.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! I like that!" she moaned, her voice rising.

He ran his thumbs in the crease between her ass and her thighs, pressing deep.

"Oh, right there!" she cried out. "I like it right there!"

He began sliding his thumbs along her inner thighs.

"Oooooooooh! that's so good!"

He was gripping her entire thighs now, pressing slowly up and down.

"Harder, press harder."

"I can't hear you," he whispered.

"Harder!" she called out. "I want it harder!"

Paul smiled. If the women were listening, this would do the trick.

"I'm ready to do your front now. Wanna turn over?"

He got off the bed. She hesitated for a moment, then flipped onto her back, her forearms covering her bare breasts.

"I can get you a sheet, or a towel, if you'd be more comfortable."

"No, I guess it's okay."

Tentatively, she lowered her arms to her side.

Her breasts, two luscious melons, stood up firm, her nipples erect.

"Take a deep breath," he said with a soft voice. "Try and relax."

She took a deep breath, swelling her chest.

"Chels, you have a choice here. I can concentrate on your arms and legs, and not touch your torso. Or, I can give you my normal massage. Nothing sexual, just more... full body."

"I want your normal massage," she said in a quiet voice. "Full body."

"You got it," he said, moving to get more oil. "And I have to tell you, Chels. You have such a beautiful body. I mean it. And I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I just... you should know, you're a very beautiful woman."

She heaved a sigh.

"Thank you. Hearing you say that... it feels... well, it's a great birthday present."

Paul smiled and began to gently massage her shoulders.

"I know you don't have a boyfriend right now so you may not hear that as often as you should."

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Yeah, my ex-boyfriend didn't really look at me that way. He concentrated more on... I don't know... the spiritual side."

Paul raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, both are important. Inner beauty, for sure. But also the physical attraction of two people who care deeply about each other."

"Yeah, we talked about that a lot. I tried to tell him the expression of physical love is a reflection of God's love. But he didn't see it that way."

Paul sat on the edge of the bed, gently massaging her neck.

"So you guys never got physical?"

"Never. I really wanted to. But he didn't think it was right. Before marriage."

"How 'bout you?" he asked. "Do you believe in pre-marital sex?"

"Me? Oh, yeah. I don't have a problem with it. I believe physical love is a way to honor God. Even the Bible talks about Jesus using physical touch to heal and comfort."

"Love thy neighbor."

"Exactly."

"So, you're open to enjoying sex with someone. Before marriage."

"Definitely. If it was the right person. And the right time."

"I feel like the work I do, massage and other hands-on work, is a way to heal and comfort people. When I touch you, I can feel the joy it brings you. The relaxation. The peace of mind. I feel that's a good thing, not a negative thing."

"It's such a good thing." she said, looking in his eyes. "Connecting with another human being is one of the most beautiful things."

She was gazing into his brown eyes.

"I feel the same way."

They looked at each other for a moment. He felt like kissing her, but thought better of it.

Instead he picked up the bowl of oil.

"We should probably get back to the massage."

"Keep bringing that healing and comfort," she smiled.

She settled into the bed, arching her back slightly, a smile on her face.

He poured the oil on her sternum, between her breasts, and over both nipples. His hands were on her, soft and tender, cupping her beautiful globes.

She let out a gasp, her eyes closed.

He started to massage her breasts, sensuously, as if he was trying to bring her joy with ever caress.

She could feel it. The change in his touch. And it excited her.

"Oh Paul," she whispered. "That's feels wonderful."

Her breasts were gorgeous, filling his big hands. Her nipples sticking out from her arousal.

He brushed his fingers over her firm nipples.

"That feels so good," she said in a soft voice. "When you touch me like that."

He gave her breasts one last squeeze, then tweaked her nipples.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

He worked his way down her torso, adding oil to her pelvis and her lower abdomen.

Her body was squirming now, her breath ragged.

He rubbed the oil onto her tummy and pelvis, on her hips and upper thighs, keeping a respectful distance from her pussy.

He sat on the table and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, using two hands to massage her thigh.

He slid his hands all the way from her calf to her pelvis and back.

"Mmmmmmm."

He was using both hands to work her muscles, kneading and separating them.

Over and over, he slid his hands slowly up and down her leg.

He found the tender spots in her calves and thighs, and pressed deeper.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! that feels so good!" she moaned.

"Yeah? You like it when I press deep?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," she gasped. "A lot."

"Then tell me. Do you want me to go deep?"

"Yes!" she said loudly. "I want you go deep! Really deep!"

He pressed his hands together, working her quad.

"Awwwwwww!" she moaned loudly.

"Does that feel good? When I do it hard?"

"Yes! I love it!"

"Tell me."

"I love it when you do it hard!" she cried out. "Deep and hard! I want it deep and hard!"

He was giving her the words. And she was delivering them like a pro.

He switched legs, raising her other leg to his shoulder.

He was on the bed now, kneeling between her legs, resting on his haunches. His bare chest, chiseled and buff, looked amazing in the soft light.

He ran both his hands from her knees to her upper thigh. Dangerously close to her pussy.

"Oh my God!" she moaned. "That's so good! What you're doing is so good!"

He continued pressing deeply into her muscles, causing her to squirm and moan loudly.

He eventually put both her ankles on his shoulders, hugging her legs with his strong arms, running his hands up and down her inner thighs.

"I know we're not going there," he said, "but if we were... getting physical... I'd really like to do it with you this way."

He hugged her legs and slowly lifted her hips off the bed.

"I like to do it this way cause we could look at each other the whole time. And I'd do all the work. Stroking you. Filling you."

She was looking up at him, gasping.

"And then, as we get more and more excited, I could lean forward like this."

He slowly started to press her legs back, folding her in two, his face getting closer and closer to hers.

"This is my favorite way to make love," he whispered. "Because it's so intimate. And it lets me go really deep. It's like we're connected. As close as two people can be."

He was bracing his arms on both sides of her head, his face hovering above hers.

She was gazing in his eyes, her body bent in two, her pussy wide open under his pelvis.

"But not everyone can handle it," he whispered. "Either they're not flexible enough. Or they can't handle the intimacy. Or, how deep I go."

"I bet I could handle it," she whispered.

"Yeah? If we were really making love... and I know we're not... but if we were... would you want to do it like this? Looking in each other's eyes. With me as deep inside you as I can go. You think you'd like that?"

She looked at him, defiantly.

"Yeah. I think I would. If we were really doing it. Which we're not."

He was hovering above her, his pelvis inches from her pussy, his face inches from hers.

"You know what?" he raising himself back up. "I bet you would."

She smiled at him slyly.

"Maybe someday we'll find out," she smiled.

He lowered her legs to the bed. She could see his drawstring pants were tented.

He had a massive hard-on.

"Sorry," he said, "I was imagining what it'd be like to make love to you. I apologize."

"No need," she smiled. "It was hot for me too."

Sure enough, her pussy was pink and glistening.

"Yeah, that happens sometimes."

He reached inside his pants to adjust himself.

"Uncomfortable?" she smiled.

"A little bit," he chuckled. "Occupational hazard."

She chuckled.

"You can take your pants off," she said, quietly. "If they're too constricting."

"You don't mind?"

"No," she shrugged. "If that'd make it more comfortable for you. Besides, look at me."

She glanced down at her nude body.

"That's true," he said. "If you're sure you don't mind?"

"I don't mind."

She watched him untie his drawstring pants and slowly pull them down.

His big cock sprung up, like a stiff rod.

She gasped.

"Would you rather I get off the bed?" he asked.

"No, stay. I like looking at it. You say you got this way because of me?"

"Yeah, I was imagining you and me making love. And then this just... happened."

"You're so big."

"Well, I find you incredibly hot. To be honest."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I really do."

"I find you incredibly hot too."

"Well," he smiled, "too bad we're not goin' there."

"Yeah, too bad. At least we have a pretty good idea what we're missing."

He chuckled.

"So, what's next?" she asked.

"Well, that's sort of the end of the massage."

"Oh, shoot. I was just getting into it."

"Well, I've done just about every part of your body. At least the parts we agreed were on limits. Unless you want me to do your feet."

"My feet?"

"Yeah, haven't you ever had a foot massage?"

"Not from a naked man."

He laughed.

"Want one."

"Sure."

He picked up one of her feet and started to rub oil into it.

She lay back on the pillow and watched him, a bemused expression on her face.

He was sitting cross-legged, kneading her instep, with a big erection sticking up right next to her foot.

"This is definitely a first for me," she chuckled.

He pressed his thumbs on the arches of her foot, pressing firmly into them.

"Ooooooh," she cried out.

He pressed into her again, holding it for several seconds.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she squealed.

"Too hard? Too deep?" he asked, innocently.

She smiled at him.

"No. I told you I like it hard and deep. Give it to me hard and deep!"

He smiled back. And gave her a wink.

Outside in the living room, Jasmine, Mack and Taylor were sitting on the couches looking at each other.

"I count three orgasms," Taylor said. "Minimum."

"Maybe more," said Mack, cocking her ear. "Sounds like they're at it again."

"Oh my God!" Jasmine gushed. "I'm so happy for her!"

"It's been a long time coming," Mack said.

"She's been a long time cummin' you mean," Jasmine joked.

"Wah-wah!" Mack said.

"I think she's so lucky to have a guy like Paul as her first. Talk about setting the standard high."

Just then, Jasmine walked into the room.

"There she is!" Jasmine said, jumping up to hug her.

"Congrats," Mack said, sardonically. "Need an ice pack?"

Jasmine collapsed in an easy chair.

"So, how was it?"


"We had fun," Jasmine smiled. "We had a whole lotta fun."


The other women swooned.

"I bet you did!"

"Isn't he great?"

"I'm so happy for you."

Just then, Paul walked into the room.

"There he is, the conquering hero!"

He gave them a smile and a wave, then sat wearily on the couch next to Jasmine.

"So how was it for you, Paul?" Mack asked, getting right to the point.

All the women turned and waited for his reply.

"Well, no one touches Jasmine. She's the best lover I've ever had. But Chelsea? She comes pretty damn close. She's amazing!"

The women looked at Chelsea wide-eyed.

She shrugged, modestly.

"Oh my God! She's a natural!"

"A star is born!"

Taylor and Mack jumped on Chelsea, smothering her, as she fended them off.

Later, as the women were high-fiving each other, Chelsea caught Paul's eye.

He gave her a subtle wink.

Their shared mission was accomplished. The charade they'd created to respect Chelsea's wishes, and to protect her reputation, was a success.

Paul had told Chelsea "I got you" and he was true to his word.

And Chelsea, who was determined above all to lose her virginity on her own terms, at a time and place, and with a man, of her own choosing, was now convinced of one thing, and one thing only:

That man was Paul.

The place was anywhere they could be alone together.

And the time was as soon as humanly possible.

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