Love Lessons at Pleasure Point 12

I highly recommend you read the previous chapters (8, 9, 10, and 11) to get the full context. At the very least, read Ch. 11 first. As always, please rate and comment. -Petitmort

The morning sun sat low on the horizon as Paul dozed in Jessica's king-sized bed, hugging a pillow with his muscular arms, as naked as the day he was born.

The white top sheet covered his lower body, the bed a jumbled mass of cotton like the frothy shore break on a windswept summer day.

The door opened. It was Jasmine peering inside to check on him.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said in a soft voice.

He stirred, not yet opening his eyes to the morning.

"Everyone's awake and getting ready to start the day."

"What time is it?"

"After nine."

He rolled onto his back and stretched, flexing his arms. She sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

"We're making cappuccinos. Want one?"

"A cuppa cappu?"

She ran her hand over his broad chest, his stomach, and his chiseled abs.

"Taylor, Mack and I are gonna go for a run. Wanna come?"

"I wanna check the surf report. Maybe get a sesh in this morning. What about Chelsea? She doesn't want to run with you guys?"

She shook her head.

"She didn't bring her running shoes. She's gonna take a walk along East Cliff."

He nodded.

"I can walk with her. I wanna head down to The Hook and check out the swell."

"I thought we could meet back here and have brunch before we head back to Berkeley."

"Nice."

She gently brushed a lock of hair off his face.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Oh my God. It was epic. I don't think I'll ever forget it."

She smiled, running her finger over his lips.

"I don't think any of us will forget it."

"How's Chelsea this morning? She doin' okay?"

"Yeah, she seems fine. You treated her like the gentleman you are."

Paul wondered if she knew about the charade he and Chelsea had played. How they made the moans of a normal massage sound like passionate lovemaking.

"She's a sweetheart."

"Yeah," Jasmine said, softly. "She's got a heart of gold, that one."

"I think you've got a heart of gold," he said, softly touching her cheek. "I really do."

She leaned down and kissed him on the edge of his mouth.

"Come, get dressed and have some coffee."

"OK, I'll be there in a sec."

She got up from the bed and went out the door.

Paul thought about what a generous person Jasmine was. How she not only allowed but encouraged him to bed three out of four of her friends from school.

And, although he and Chelsea never actually made love, Jasmine and the others thought they had.

It took a special breed of human being to be that selfless and secure.

Jasmine rejoined the others in the kitchen.

"Paul's getting up. He doesn't want to run, he's gonna go surfing instead. And then we'll all meet back here and go get brunch."

"Yum," Mack said, sipping her cappuccino. "Can't wait to try the vaunted avocado toast at Verve."

"Chels, Paul said he'd walk with you down East Cliff. If you want company."

"OK."

Chelsea was hoping to spend some time with Paul. That's why she didn't mind skipping the run with the others.

"Where're we running?" Taylor asked.

"I thought we'd go to Nisene Marks State Park. It's close by. The park's long and narrow, going uphill, so I figured we could run at our own pace and then catch up with each other."

"You mean I could catch up with you all," Mack cracked.

"It's really nice. Tree-covered, along a creek. You'll love it."

"That's fine," Mack said waving her hand. "I'm used to it."

After Jasmine, Mack, and Taylor hopped in Mack's car and took off for the park, Paul sat with Chelsea at the kitchen island.

"How're you doing?" he asked with a smile. "Good?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You were so great last night. Thanks for being there for me."

"No problem," Paul said. "You didn't tell Jasmine anything about last night, did you?"

"Why, did she say something?"

"Well, she said something about me 'treating you like the gentleman I am'. Or something like that. I thought maybe you said something."

"I didn't, but I got the feeling she knew. She said, 'your secret's safe with me.'"

"I'm not surprised. She's the most intuitive person I know."

"I probably would've told her eventually. Roommates and everything. I'm okay with her knowing, but I'd rather Mack and Taylor not know."

Paul nodded.

"So," Paul said, "I'm gonna take a walk to see how the waves look. I thought maybe you'd like to come."

"Come? With you?"

"Yeah. Up to the Point and back. It's not far."

"Yeah, sure. I'd love to come with you."

Paul and Chelsea set off on their walk along Opal Cliff Drive, heading west towards 41st Ave. The houses along this stretch were each more opulent than the other. Landscaped yards, modern architecture, and luxury cars lined the street on either side.

"This is one of the ritzier parts of Santa Cruz," he said. "A lot of these places are second homes, believe it or not."

"Like Jasmine's house. I can't believe that's someone's vacation home. It's nicer than any house I've ever been in."

"Yeah, it's pretty cool."

Chelsea was wearing the bikini Taylor had lent her, along with a pair of white short shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. She hoped there might be a chance to lay out in the sun while Paul surfed.

She was bustier than Taylor, and the bikini was a bit too small for her. Her boobs spilled out of the top on all sides and the thong bottom showed almost everthing. She didn't mind since she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Besides, she felt sexy wearing it. Especially walking next to Paul.

Paul was in his usual attire -- board shorts, flip-flops, and a t-shirt.

They passed 41st Ave, the main commercial street in Pleasure Point, and turned left to walk along the cliff overlooking the ocean.

Running parallel to East Cliff Drive, the pedestrian walkway runs along the sea cliff on the east side of Santa Cruz.

People of all ages frequent this scenic path -- joggers, surfers carrying their boards on vintage bicycles, tourists and locals alike -- as seagulls, cormorants, and pelicans fly overhead.

Early on a Sunday morning, as they ambled side-by-side, Paul and Chelsea pretty much had it to themselves.

"Know how Pleasure Point got its name?" he asked her, smiling.

"I was wondering about that. Because of all the surfing?"

"Nope. It got it's name back in the 1920's. During Prohibition, all this was pastureland. And there was one wooden building standing all by itself, a saloon, what they used to call a 'speakeasy'. It was called the 'Pleasure Point Roadhouse'. They say the women who worked there would take customers upstairs to rent rooms by the hour."

"So, it really was a place of pleasure," she smiled.

"People'd go there to drink illegal hooch and end up sitting at the bar with bootleggers on one side and off-duty cops on the other."

"Nice."

"Slowly, houses and stores got built up around it. It eventually got torn down but the name stuck."

They got to a little rocky outcrop with a staircase leading down to the beach.

"This is The Hook. It marks the beginning of Pleasure Point's main surf breaks."

"Do you surf here?"

"Occasionally. If the waves are better here. Usually, I surf further up the coast. At 1st Peak. We'll walk by it."

"Why's Pleasure Point such good a place to surf?"

"Well, it's got year-round waves for one. Those swells you see right there? They were created thousands of miles out in the Pacific by strong winds blowing over large areas of ocean. When the swells reach the shallow waters of the bay, the bottom of the swell starts to drag causing it to slow down and grow in height. Eventually, it becomes unstable and breaks, becoming a surfable wave."

"That's fascinating."

"The swells that reach this part of the coast bend around that point there in long, right-handed peelers. That makes for really good breaks between here and 1st Peak. After The Hook, there's Jack's, named after Jack O'Neill, a legend in these parts. He invented the neoprene wetsuit. That's his house right there."

A small brown cottage sat precariously on the edge of the cliff.

"Does he still live there?"

"No, no, he died in 2017. They renamed the break after him. It's mainly a long, mellow right-hander, but it sometimes has a fun little left which is pretty rare for Santa Cruz."

They kept walking in the direction of 1st Peak and Paul's studio.

"Now, that break over there is 2nd Peak. It's popular among the longboaders. You can watch 'em from the cliff, cross-stepping and nose-riding, usually on the longer, softer section of the wave. Sometimes they'll ride a wave all the way to Jack's."

"Wow. Do you ever surf there?"

"Not really. It's more for intermediate surfers. That's my spot."

He pointed to a peninsula jutting out into the blue-green water.

"That's The Point. And out there is First Peak. When the waves are breaking, which they aren't at the moment, that's where I like to go. The topography of the ocean floor out there is really unique. There's a narrow portion of reef that pitches the wave into a steep face. Like an A-frame. It gives the wave extra momentum and creates this amazing, long right-hander."


"That sounds amazing. I assume it's not for intermediate surfers."

"No way," he chuckled. "If you're not advanced to expert, you shouldn't be out there."

"You must be really good," she said, admiringly.

"I've been doing it since I was a kid," he said, modestly. "It's my happy place."

"I'd love to see you surf some time," she said, smiling.

"I'd show you today if the waves were cooperating. Come on, I wanna check the surf report."

He took a right turn, crossed East Cliff, and headed up a side street.

"Where are we going?"

"To my place," he said, "I live right there."

He pointed to Maddie's bungalow.

"You live here on the beach?"

"Not right on the beach. A half block away."

He led her up Maddie's driveway, towards the back of the house.

He peered in her windows.

"Looks like Maddie's not around."

"Maddie?" Chelsea said.

"She's my landlord and good friend. I live above her garage."

He took her up a flight of stairs and unlocked the door.

Inside, was a good-sized studio apartment with a large picture window looking out at the ocean. A kitchenette with a table, a small desk with some built-in shelves, and an adjoining bathroom rounded out the space.

"You live here?" she asked, astonished.

"Yep. This has been my home sweet home for about a year. Make yourself comfortable. I'm just gonna check the surf report real quick."

He sat at his little desk and opened his laptop, quickly navigating to the Surfline website. He clicked on Pleasure Point and there were video thumbnails of all the places they'd just seen: The Hook, Jack's, 2nd Peak, 1st Peak, as well as some others.

He scrolled down to "Current Surf Conditions" and in big red text was the word "POOR". He perused the various stats: swell size, swell period, wind direction, and tides.

"As I thought. It's totally flat today. Oh well. Looks like no surfing for me."

Chelsea was standing at the picture window looking out at the ocean.

"I can't believe this is the view from your bedroom."

"Yeah, I totally lucked out. Maddie was my high school English teacher. I did some handyman work for her and we had the idea of renovating this place. Next thing I know, she offered me the chance to live here. She's one of my best friends. Almost like a surrogate mom."

"That's so nice," she said, turning to look at him.

Paul was at a momentary loss. With his plans to go surfing basically washed up, he needed to find something else for them to do.

"So, um, we could keep walking," he said, eyebrows raised. "We could go down to The Point, and check it out. Or we could walk to Cat & Cloud, a cool coffeehouse nearby. Whatever you feel like."

She gave him a little shrug.

"I'm fine with whatever," she said. "Maybe we can rest here for a bit?"

"OK, um, let's see, what do I have I can offer you? You want some tea? I could make some tea."

She smiled.

"I just had a cappuccino. I'm good."

"Right."

She sat on the side of the bed.

He felt a bit awkward. The night before, she'd made it abundantly clear she preferred he not get physical with her. And he respected that. She was traditional and wanted her first time to be with the man she loved.

Instead, they faked it. He gave her a regular massage and encouraged her to moan and groan loudly. The women outside listening just assumed they'd done the deed.

She was sitting looking out the window, her hands in her lap.

"You're lucky to live so close to the ocean. And to have such a great view."

"I know. Ever since Maddie and I became friends, I feel like I've been living under a lucky star. She's been really good to me."

"And it's cool how you were able to fix this place up."

"You should've seen it before. The roof was leaking, there was this hideous green carpet, the window was cracked. I pulled up the carpet and there was hardwood flooring underneath. It needed re-sanding and stuff but I think it turned out pretty well."

"It looks fantastic. I've never seen a bed with such a great view."

Paul moved next to her, sitting.

"Yeah, I put the bed here specifically for the view. I dunno, I've always liked the idea of looking at the ocean from my bed. It just seems really... soothing."

"It is soothing."

"Plus, it's really great to look at the ocean when you're making love."

"I bet it's amazing," she gulped.

"Believe me, it is. The other great thing about this place? When I replaced the picture window, I had them put in double-paned glass. You know, for better insulation. Turns out it's also really good for soundproofing. So I can make as much noise as I want and no one can hear."

"You make a lot of noise?" she asked, puzzled.

"Well, I don't. But the women I'm with do."

She realized what he was talking about.

"Oh, that kind of noise," she chuckled.

There was an awkward pause.

"I was wondering..." she said, "do most people make a lot of noise when they... you know... do it?"

He thought for a moment.

"Not everyone. Some people do. I'd say the women I've been with generally do."

"Why is that?" she asked, innocently.

"Why? Well... I guess it's because they're really enjoying themselves. You know... they're cumming. Really hard. And usually multiple times. So there tends to be a lot of moaning and stuff. Even... screaming sometimes."

"Screaming?"

"You know... screams of pleasure."

"Oh," she said, looking out the window.

"And that's what's great about this place. It's tucked back here. Soundproof. It's totally private so you can really go for it. Let go of your inhibitions. Fully experience the pleasure."

She gulped again.

"You know, Paul, when we were talking yesterday and I told you how I imagined my first time. How I wanted it somewhere private? With nobody around? Well, this is the kind of place I was imagining. Off by itself. A room with a big bed. The view. I dunno, it just feels... perfect."

"Yeah, it really is a great place to make love. You know, that's why I positioned the bed where I did. When you lay back, you still have a complete view of the ocean... but no one can see you. Check it out."

She lay back on the bed, her head against the pillows.

"See? You can see everything, but no one can see in. It's completely private."

"That's really clever."

"Thanks. I actually gave it a lot of thought."

She was still laying back against the pillows, as if imagining just how private it would be.

"And you know what else?" she asked.

"What?"

"Remember when I was saying I wanted my first time to be with someone I felt really close to? Someone I connected with? Someone I trusted?"

He turned, facing her.

"Yeah, I remember that. And I have to tell you, I really admire you for that. For wanting it to be with the right person. The right time and place. I think it'll make it much more meaningful for you. And more enjoyable too."

"I think so too. I think, if I was with someone like that, someone I was not only incredibly attracted to, but could really communicate with... I don't know, I just think the sex would be that much better. For both of us."

He looked in her eyes, his voice soft.

"I think you're right, Chels. Communication's so important. And if you take your time, and let the pleasure build, and you're able to stay in the moment, without getting inhibited or self-conscious, you'll find it can be magical. Unforgettable."

"Maybe even scream with pleasure? Cause it feels so good?"

"I don't know about screaming," he smiled. "Being your first time and all. But certainly making a whole lotta noise."

She chuckled.

"You know, Paul," she said, touching his hand. "I think this is where I want to make love for the first time. With you."

He leaned over her, his handsome brown eyes gazing at hers.

"You want us to make love? Right here? Right now?"

"Yes," she said, breathily. "I want you to be my first. The man who takes my virginity. I want you to make passionate love with me. And make me cum."

"And you're sure this is what you want?"

She looked at him in both eyes.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

"OK," he said. "Let's do it."

"The only thing is... I don't... I'm not sure what to do. I need you to show me."

He nodded.

"Don't worry, Chels. I got you."

A smile spread across her face.

"You said that last night. And you did. You took care of me."

"And I'm gonna take care of you again. I promise."

She wrapped both arms around his neck, her lips next to his ear.

"I'm so glad it's gonna be you, Paul," she whispered. "So glad."

He gazed into her eyes then kissed her softly, full on the lips.

It was the first time they'd kissed, and they kept kissing for a long time, softly and sensuously.

When they final disengaged, he held her by the shoulders.

"Wow," he smiled, "you're a great kisser. Listen, we're gonna take our time, okay? And we're gonna communicate throughout. If we like something, if we don't like something, or if we just want to try something different."

She nodded her head.

"There's no pressure. Nothing to be nervous about. We've got lots of time. Just breathe and relax."

She took a deep breath.

"The first thing we're gonna do is undress each other. Why don't you start by taking off my shirt."

She slowly pulled his t-shirt up, revealing his six-pack, his muscled chest. She pulled his shirt over his head. His broad shoulders and muscled arms looked amazing in the natural light from the picture window.

"And now I'm gonna take off your top."

He lifted her t-shirt over her head. Her breasts looked incredible in her micro bikini.

He unfastened her bikini top, causing her full breasts to bounce as they were released from the bra.

They were perfectly shaped with pert, pink nipples that stood out.

He caressed her breasts, and kissed them, giving each of her nipples a little suck.

"You look incredibly sexy."

She smiled, already pulling at the drawstring on Paul's shorts.

He helped her slip his board shorts down his legs. He was in his thong underwear, his big cock straining against the fabric.

He unbuttoned her shorts and peeled them over her hips. She kicked them down her toned legs.

Her bikini bottoms were so tight he could see the outline of her pussy lips under the sheer fabric.

And the fabric was already wet.

"Damn you're hot, Chelsea."

He peeled the bikini bottoms off her luscious hips. Her pussy, completely shaved, was glistening it was so wet.

"I don't want to rush you," he smiled, "but you better take my thong off before I burst a hole in it."

She smiled and started to pull his thong down.

When his cock cleared the waistband, it sprang up, long and thick.

Her hand covered her mouth.

"You're so big!"

"That's cause I find you incredibly hot, Chels. I've felt that way since I first met you."

"I've felt that way about you," she smiled. "Since before I met you."

"Well," he chuckled, "I guess we have a lot of pent-up desire then. We're gonna have so much fun together."

She smiled and embraced him, her mouth by his ear.

"I have a ton of desire," she muttered, "just not a lot of know how."

"Don't worry, I'll help you. I figure we have about an hour, hour and a half. Why don't we start by kissing, exploring each other's bodies a little bit. We can take our time, learn what each other likes. Let things build up gradually."

She nodded.

"Why don't you lay back, against the pillows, while I give your body a tongue bath. Just enjoy the sensations and let me know if there's something you particularly like. Then, I'll know to keep doing it,."

He began by kissing her softly on the edge of her mouth. Then on her face. And her neck.

She gasped and closed her eyes, her back arching.

He planted soft kisses on her collarbone and her shoulders. He was working his way down her luscious body. And she was loving it.

He spent time kissing and licking her breasts. They were so full and firm. So luscious.

He sucked the nipples until she was whimpering with pleasure.

"I really like it when you suck my nipples," she whispered.

He continued kissing his way down her body. Over her ribs and tummy to her hips. He kissed her mons, slipping his shoulders under her knees, lifting them.

"What do I do?" she asked, breathless.

"Just lean back and relax. I'm gonna spend some time making love to your pussy with my mouth. And my lips. And my tongue. You don't have to do anything but experience the pleasure, breath deeply, and enjoy. Maybe look out the window and imagine yourself floating over the ocean."

He went back to his kissing sojourn, planting wet kisses on her thighs, all the way to her knees.

Then he reversed course, kissing and licking her inner thighs, first one side then the other.

Higher and higher he kissed, his warm mouth moving closer and closer to her pussy.

"Just like last night, if you feel good, go ahead and express it. With sounds, with words. You can make as much noise as you want. No one can hear you except me. We're in our own little world, all by ourselves."

He licked her all around the outside of her pussy, not touching it, but building the anticipation.

Her body was twitching with desire.

Then he stuck out his broad, flat tongue and slowly ran it from the bottom to the top of her pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out.

He released his tongue and licked again, sliding it from the very bottom to the very top.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out again, her body shuddering.

He began rocking his head, as if he were nodding, sliding his broad, flat tongue over the entirety of her pussy.

Her body was vibrating she was so turned on.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

"You like having your pussy licked?" he growled.

"Oh my God, yes!" she moaned. "I love it! It's like electricity shooting through my whole body!"

"Well, you've got a beautiful pussy, Chels. And I love licking it. I love the way it tastes, the way it feels. It makes me want to make love to you so bad."

He could see her tilt her head back, her eyes closed, a big smile on her face.

After about twenty minutes of licking, he began to vary his approach. He started to suck lightly on her clitoris, making his lips into a circle and sucking the protruding flesh into his mouth.

He used his tongue to tickle the clit, flicking it with the tip. The combination of sucking and tickling was tantalizing.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she yelled, her body writhing. "That's so good! So good!"

He held her hips fast in his strong hands, sucking her clit and flicking it with his tongue.

Her body start to shake, her back arching.

"Aiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyy!" she screamed.

He held her down, continuing to suck her clit, giving her no respite.

She kept screaming until he finally relented.

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "That was incredible! I've never felt anything like that before!"

He moved up next to her, holding her in his arms.

"Have you ever had anyone lick your pussy before?" he asked.

"Never," she said, breathily. "That was unbelievable!"

"It's a good way to start things off," he said, softly. "To get the ball rolling."

"Oh my God, my whole body is tingling."

"Good. That means you'll be ready for the next thing we're gonna do."

"What are we gonna do?" she asked, gulping.

"We're gonna fuck, of course."

Her chest heaved.

"I've been waiting so long for this."

He gently brushed the hair from her face.

"I know you have. And I want to make it so enjoyable for you it's something you always remember."

"It's already been pretty memorable."

"Good. Tell me, Chels, is your hymen is still intact? It doesn't seem like it is."

"No, my doctor said it got slowly worn away from years of riding horses."

"You ride horses?"

"Since I was a kid. On my family's ranch."

"You know, I've never been on a horse."

"Really? It's so fun. You and Jas should come to our ranch in Petaluma. We can go riding."

"I'd like that."

He got close to her, tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear.

"You know," he said, softly, "I've been thinking about the best way for us to make love. For your first time and everything. I was thinking maybe missionary position, with me on top of you. It's simple, intimate, and I can do most of the work. Or, we could do cowgirl, with you on top, riding me. Since you ride horses, that should come pretty naturally. Or, we could do it with me entering you from behind, you know, doggy style. Whaddya think?"

"Maybe we could try all three?"

He laughed.

"Oh, Chels, I love how into it you are. Sure, we can try all three. Why not? I have a feeling you're gonna be really good at this."

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause you've got such a great attitude about it. You're fearless and adventurous. Plus, you're already good at it. I was checking you out while I was licking you. You were totally into it, closing your eyes, losing yourself in the sensations. It was awesome."

"I did okay?"

"You did fantastic. The key is just to relax and go with it. Let the whirlpools of sensation swirl in your mind and body. That's exactly what you did."

She smiled, proud of herself.

"I had a really great orgasm. Thanks to you."

"It's not me, it's you. It's cause you're so responsive. You get the credit for cumming, not me."

"I've been practicing at night. Touching myself. After Jas falls asleep."

"Yeah? Tell me about it. What do you think about? When you're touching yourself."

"To be honest... I think about you."

"Me? You hadn't even met me til this weekend."

"I know, it's silly. But Jas tells me stories. Amazing stories. About what you do to her. The way you make her feel. She's an incredible storyteller."

"Yes, she is."

"Her descriptions are so vivid. The words she uses. I can picture it so clearly. It's like it's happening at that moment. Like I'm there."

"She tells you these stories at night?"

"After we go to bed and turn off the lights. We lay in the dark and she tells me all about the two of you. How you touch her. How you make her feel. Like that afternoon in the gazebo. After the massage. How you bent her over the railing and made love to her from behind."

"That was the first time we made love. It was so hot."

"How you kept stroking her for the longest time. You were so big. And you went so deep inside her. You made her cum so hard she was screaming. Screaming into the roar of the ocean."

"Yeah, it was pretty intense."

"I listen to her stories, and I get tingly all over. My heart starts pounding and I get so wet."

"And you touch yourself? In the dark? Listening to her stories?"

"I have to. It's like a hunger. An insatiable hunger."

"And you finger yourself?"

"Yes. I imagine it's me in her place. That you're standing behind me, pushing your huge cock deep inside me. Making me cum. Making me scream."

"And you rub your clit?"

"Oh yeah. First, I play with it, teasing it, while she's telling her story. And then, after she falls asleep, I push the covers aside and really go for it. Rubbing it fast. That's when I cum. Thinking about you making love to me. I cum so hard imagining you inside me."

"Can you show me how you do it?"

"You want me to show you? Here?"

"Yeah, I wanna watch you do it. So I can learn from it."

"Um, OK."

She scootched down so she was laying flat on the bed.

She reached between her legs and began caressing her glistening pussy. She pressed her index and middle fingers between the folds, massaging, exploring.

"I'm usually really, really wet. Like I am now. I like to alternate between pressing my fingers inside and rubbing the clit. It feels good to go back and forth. And then, when I get close to cumming, I like to use two hands."

"Show me."

"When I'm about to cum, I like to spread myself with one hand, and rub with the other. Like this."

She spread her labia with two fingers of one hand, and rubbed her clit with the finger pads of the other.

"Very cool. You're pretty advanced for your age."

"I doubt that."

"No, you are, You've got a really healthy attitude about sex."

"Well, you get exposed to a lot growing up on a cattle ranch. We breed our own cattle so we often see the bulls servicing the heifers."

"Heifers?"

"The young females. Before they have calves, they're called heifers. Afterwards, they're called cows."

"I thought they were all cows."

"Only after they've had calves. And when the bulls are neutered, then they're called steers."

"Wait, so cows were once heifers and bulls become steers? How do you keep 'em all straight?"

She laughed.

"Well, you can tell the bulls cause they're bigger than the rest. They've got big, muscular shoulders, and big old buff bodies. Kinda like you."

"So you're saying, if we were cattle, I'd basically be a bull."

"Yes, and your one and only job would be to have sex with the females."

"Now, that's a job I could sign up for."

"And I bet you'd be very good at what you do," she said, slyly.

"OK, so now that we've gotten the animal husbandry out of the way, which one of those positions would you like to try first?"

"You decide," she said, pressing her body against his. "I defer to your judgment."

He smiled and rolled on top of her, kissing her.

"OK, let's start simple. Spread your legs and wrap them around my waist."

He laid his cock so the shaft was nestled between her pussy lips. Then, he slowly rocked his hips and slid it up and down her pussy, coating it with her juices.

"That feels good," she gasped.

"I love how wet you get," he whispered.

They kept kissing as he slid his cock up and down, massaging her pussy.

Her pussy felt so warm, and so wet, his cock became rock-hard in no time.

"Now, we're gonna take it nice and slow. Let me know if you're at all uncomfortable."

He held his cock in his hand and guided the tip to her pussy lips. He continued rocking his hips, rubbing the tip against her pink folds.

"That feels so good," she gasped.

He aligned the head of his cock with her vaginal opening.

Slowly, he pressed the tip into her labia, spreading them.

He could feel her body tense up.

"Just relax," he said, softly. "Remember to breathe."

He heard her take a deep breath, laying back against the pillows.

He pressed the head of his cock until he popped inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

"You ok?" he asked, softly. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I'm good," she gasped. "You just feel really big."

"Don't worry, your body will get used to it. We'll take it nice and slow."

After a moment, she was ready to try again.

"Go ahead," she whispered. "Keep going."

He pushed ever so slowly into her. The head easing inside her folds.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "You're inside me. You're actually inside me."

He kept pressing slowly, millimeter by millimeter, spreading her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned again. "I can't believe how big you are! You're too big!"

He softly touched her face with his fingers.

"Shhhh, it's okay. I won't go any further. We'll pause right here."

She was breathing hard, a worried look in her eyes.

He smiled at her, reassuringly.

"We've got all the time in the world. You're doing great."

She swallowed hard.

"Try to will your body to relax."

She closed her eyes and took a breath. Then she nodded.

"I'm good. You can keep going."

He pressed his pelvis slowly into her, sliding his big cock further inside her wetness.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

She sounded like it was less painful now.


"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, it feels a bit less intense."

"I'm gonna pull out a little bit."

"No, don't."

"Just a little. I think you'll like it."

He ever so slowly pulled his cock out, until just the tip was inside her, then he slowly pushed himself back in.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she gasped. "That feels good."

"Yeah? I thought it might. I think your body's acclimating. It should feel better and better now."

He repeated the motion, pulling out and then slowly pushing himself back in.

In and out. In slow motion.

"That's so good," she murmured, her voice more relaxed now.

He was moving in and out of her with a steady rhythm now.

"Hey, look at us," he smiled. "We're making love."

She realized he was pumping his pelvis into her, and it was feeling great. He wasn't going deep, but her body was accommodating him with no problem.

"We are. I'm not a virgin anymore!"

"Congrats. I'm honored to be your first."

Her hands moved to his lower back, and to his ass. She was appreciating the fact that this gorgeous man was fucking her.

She lifted her legs higher, wrapping them around his back.

"Go faster," she whispered.

She was closing her eyes and basking in the sensations of her pussy being penetrated.

"Are you all the way inside me?" she asked.

"Um, no. Not all the way."

"I think I'm ready to take you deeper now."

"OK."

Actually, his cock was only halfway inside her. But he didn't want to scare her.

He slowly pressed himself deeper.

"How's that feel?" he asked.

"Really good," she gasped. "It feels like you're spreading me a lot more."

"Yeah, my cock is thicker at the base," he said. "It'll feel bigger the further I'm inside you."

"Oh, okay. Go ahead then. I want to see how it feels."

"OK, let me know if it's too much."

He lifted his upper body by extending his arms. She was looking up at him with wide eyes.

He pressed his cock further into her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried out.

He was bracing himself on his muscular arms, rocking his pelvis.

"Oh my God, that's so good!" she gasped.

He was looking in her eyes, working his lower body, sliding his huge cock in and out of her.

"If you want, you can try moving your legs to another position. Maybe caress my body with your feet, or straighten them and spread them wide, or raise your knees to your shoulders."

Chelsea, being the dedicated student that she was, tried all the positions. She settled on the one with her knees up by his shoulders.

"This is like the one you showed me last night," she smiled. "The one you said was your favorite."

"Good memory. That's one of the secrets to being a great lover. Remembering what your partner likes. I tell ya, I think you're gonna be an awesome lover, Chels."

She smiled, her chest heaving.

He slowly lowered himself onto his elbows.

"What I really like to do is slip my arms under your legs and press them back. Like this."

His slowly bent her in two, her knees pinned to her shoulders. Her pussy was wide open. And he was fucking it deeper than ever.

"This way, your pussy is wide open for me. It lets me go really deep."

His breathing was becoming ragged now.

"It's exciting for me too," she whispered. "I feel... vulnerable like this. Like you could just take me, even against my will. But, at the same time, I know I can trust you."

"You can always trust me, Chels." he panted. "Damn, this is really hot for me. I feel like I wanna fuck you deeper. Is that okay?"

"Yeah," she gasped. "Fuck me deeper. I want you to."

He started pushing his cock into her with long, sensuous strokes, sinking his huge rod deeper into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

He was filling her pussy so much. And it felt so tight, so wet.

"Fuck," he moaned, "I'm so grateful to be the first to fuck your gorgeous pussy."

"And I'm so grateful it's you, Paul! So grateful."

He was fucking her faster now. Deeper.

Her body was starting to shake.

"I think I'm gonna cum again!" she cried. "Oh my God, I am gonna cum again!"

He kept stroking her, keeping a steady pace.

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

He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock.

"Aiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeyyyyyyy" she screamed.

He kept stroking her, rhythmically, letting her ride her orgasm all the way to the shore.

It was like a long, mellow right at Jack's on a warm summer's day.

When she came to, Paul was laying next to her stroking her hair.

"That was amazing!" she said, catching her breath. "I had no idea sex could be so incredible! Now I know what all the fuss is about."

He smiled.

"Welcome to the world of love-making."

"And what a wonderful world it is."

"That was awesome. You had a screaming orgasm your very first time making love. Pretty impressive."

"Thanks to you. I appreciate the way you guided me through it."

"You deserve the credit. I think this is the beginning of a brilliant career.

"As a wanton Jezebel?"

"As a beautiful, sexually-liberated, 21st Century woman."

She heaved a sigh.

"I don't want to sound greedy," she smiled, "but do we have time to try those other positions?"

Paul let out a broad smile.

"We sure do."

He got on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

"So, we did it in missionary position, which is great for intimacy cause it's face-to-face. You tried the leg lock, with your legs wrapped around my back. And we did it legs up, where you raised your legs up in the air and I gave you a good, deep dicking."

"I loved that."

"The next thing I wanna try is sort of the flip side. I call it inverted missionary. I lay on my back with my legs together. And you straddle me Cowgirl style, with your knees on the bed."

He lay on his back, his cock still big and hard.

She swung her leg over him, straddling him. She was on all fours, her back arched, her gorgeous breasts suspended above him.

"And here's the thing. Cause you're on top, you're in control. You decide how deep I go and which movements feel the best for you."

A sly smile crept across her face.

"You should be teaching Sex 101 at the local college."

"I was given love lessons by a friend of mine," he shrugged. "I'm just paying it forward."

He cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling the nipples in his palms. She undulated her body, sensuously.

He reached back and gave her ass a squeeze.

He held his cock up in the air, and she began lowering herself onto him.

"If feels a bit easier this time," she said.

"Yeah, our bodies are getting used to each other."

He was playing with her nipples, tweaking them and making them stand up. Her breath was starting to get ragged.

She was on all fours, her face next to his. So, she started kissing him almost immediately.

He ran his hands up her thighs and over both her luscious ass cheeks. They were French kissing and he was squeezing her gorgeous ass.

"I love your body, Chels. It's so fucking sexy."

He could feel her respond immediately, pressing her body against his.

"Can I give you a tip?" he asked.

"Definitely."

"Move your lower body in whatever way feels good to you. Rock back and forth, bounce, wiggle, twerk, or grind to your heart's content."

"Ooh, I love the sound of that."

She started to undulate her body, rotating her hips sexily.

"That's it. Oh, man. You're a natural at this."

He could see her smile, biting her lip.

"You control the speed, the depth, the angle, the motion, everything. Experiment and see what feels good."

She started sliding her hips up and back. She could feel his cock touching ever part of her pussy.

"Girl on top is a great way to stimulate your clit -- the more you lean forward, the better the friction."

She leaned forward and began rocking her hips, her mouth open and her eyes closed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

"Or, for something a little different, try leaning back. You can put your hands on my thighs for support."

She leaned back, her chest heaving. He began thrusting his hips upward. Into her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked.

"This way lines me up to hit your g-spot."

"Oh my God!" she shrieked. "That feels so good."

After a while, she tired. He took over, gripping her ass cheeks and thrusting his pelvis.

She was leaning forward again, brushing her breasts against his face.

"The other thing we can do, if you're into it," he whispered, "is talk dirty to each other. Since we're face to face, what better time to tell each other how we feel."

She turned and looked him in the eyes.

"I feel like I'm on fire," she gasped. "That's how I fucking feel."

He kept pulsing his hips upward, stroking her deeply.

"I can tell," he whispered. "Your pussy is so wet. Unbelievably wet. And it's so tight, too. You don't know how good it feels. Your warm, wet, tight pussy wrapped around my cock."

She pressed her cheek against his. She was panting now.

"Your cock feels so good inside me. The way it fills me up. It feels like... I don't know... like all your desire is about to burst inside me."

He pumped his pelvis into her, faster.

"It's you, Chels. Your gorgeous face. Your amazing body. Your tight, wet pussy. Everything about you makes me want to fuck you. Makes my cock big and hard."

He was driving his cock into her in a steady rhythm, going progressively deeper.

"I can feel it!" she said, gasping. "It feels like your cock is getting bigger! Going deeper!"

He was thrusting deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. He gave one last thrust and held it, burying himself deep inside her.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! You're so deep!"

Her body started to shake.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed.

She arched her back, her body twitching and spasming. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock.

"I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmming!"

Her body convulsed as she came, riding his surging cock.

She rode him, like a champion equestrian, until she finally collapsed on his chest.

She lay atop him for the longest time, breathing hard.

When she finally pushed herself upright, she looked down at him and smiled.

"I like that one! That was great!"

"I thought you might."

"Do we have time to try the third way?"

"Standing doggy?"

"Yeah. That's the way you did it the first time with Jasmine. Isn't it?"

"Sure is. It's... intense. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"I've handled everything til now, haven't I?"

"Yes, you have. You've been a champ."

"Well, then.

"OK."

She was determined and he wasn't about to deter her from her goal.

He sat up and moved to the side of the bed, sitting up with his feet on the floor.

His cock was still fully erect.

"Alright. To start, why don't you hop out of the bed and stand here."

She pulled her honey-colored hair off her face and stood in front of him.

Her breasts were full and high-sitting, her body lithe and lissome.

"God, I love your body. Now, turn around."

She turned around, her back swayed and her butt looking incredible.

"And back into me, your legs outside mine."

She looked over her shoulder and slowly stepped backward.

"That's it. Now, bend your knees and lower yourself onto me."

She took a wide stance, her back arched. He could see her unshaved pussy, pink and wet.

She slowly lowered herself until the tip of his cock was pressed against her lips.

"Come all the way down," he said.

She lowered herself onto him, slowly, gasping.

"You haven't gotten any smaller have you?" she said.

"And with the way you look, I'm only gonna get bigger."

He grasped her hips and helped her lower herself down.

He began kissing her neck and shoulders, his hands caressing her hips.

She started to undulate her body, feeling his cock in every part of her pussy.

"A lot of people like doing it this way cause it feels dirty. The way animals do it."

"So, it brings the animal out in you?"

"Yeah, it does for me anyway."

"That's sounds exciting. What happens then?"

"Well, there are a lot of options. I can grab your breasts like this."

He grasped her full breasts squeezing them as he thrust into her.

"Whoa."

"Or can finger your clit."

He found her clit and started to rub it as he continued to thrust into her. 

"Yikes."

"Or, I can do a combination of both."

He caressed her breath with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other.

"I can see why people like doing it this way."

"And some people like to get into the whole domination thing, holding your arms behind your back or grabbing a handful of hair."

"Not really a big fan of that."

"I understand. Maybe not for your first time. And then, there's always this."

He wrapped his arms around her torso and slowly rose to his feet.

"Oh my God!" she squealed.

"This is what's known as Standing Doggy Style."

He was holding her in the air, effortlessly, her pussy pressed against his cock.

She was trying to hold his arms and brace herself with her feet.

"Just relax. I got ya. You can wrap your arms and legs around me. Not to hold on, just because it feels good."

She lifted her arms above her head, and reached back to find his head.

She began running her hands through his hair.

"That's nice, I like that. Now, wrap your legs around my ass."

She did, and was effectively embracing him, only backwards.

He walked to the picture window.

"Now, this isn't as private as the gazebo, so I won't stay here long. But look at the ocean. Pretty cool, huh?"

He held her in front of the window and started to grind his pelvis into her.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Yeah, really cool."

"If we were in the gazebo in the afternoon, we could fuck like this while we watch the sunset. But I don't want to take a chance the neighbors will see us."

He turned and took her back to the bed.

"Instead, I'll fuck you like this."

He grabbed a pillow and dropped it on the corner of the bed. Then he lay her down softly so she was face down, her chest on the bed, and her ass raised.

"I have a feeling you're gonna love this."

He leaned against the bed, bracing himself on his arms, his feet planted on the floor.

And he started to undulate his body, driving his cock in and out of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.

"What I love about this position? I can go really deep."

He was using the leverage of his feet on the floor to drive his cock deep into her pussy. She moaned loudly with every thrust.

"This is how Jasmine and I fucked that first time. This is what made her scream."

Chelsea's eyes got big. She braced herself with her arms.

He thrust his pelvis into her. Again and again. Burying his hard cock deep in her pussy.

She was crying out with every thrust.

"Oh my God, Paul!" she moaned. "It feels so good! Nothing's ever felt so good!"

He was pumping her like a piston. Relentlessly. Driving his thick cock deep into her wetness.

Her cries became louder with every stroke.

"This lets you feel my entire cock," he groaned. "Every inch of it."

"I do feel it!" she gasped. "You feel huge!"

He was filling her pussy, penetrating her deeper than ever.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna cum again! I'm gonna cum again!"

He reached around her and found her clit, fingering it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" she yelled. "Pull my hair! Pull my hair and make me cum!"

She was screaming now. Completely out of her mind.

"Take me! Fucking take me!"

He had a fistful of hair in one hand and was fingering her clit with the other. His pelvis was pumping her mercilessly.

"Fuck my pussy! Fuck my virgin pussy!"

She was delirious, almost unintelligible.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

Her body was convulsing now, in the throes of her orgasm.

He felt her pussy contracting, squeezing his cock like a vise.

Again and again, her tight pussy squeezed his cock. She was having an orgasm for the ages.

Finally, when he couldn't hold off any longer, he pulled out and slid his huge cock between her ass cheeks.

He kept thrusting, sliding his cock between her luscious cheeks.

A rush of electricity gathered in his loins.

And then he exploded.

Huge ribbons of white, creamy cum shot out of his cock, spraying all over her back and ass.

Again, he spurt his warm cum across her body. And a third time.

The amount of cum shooting out of his throbbing cock surprised even him.

He collapsed on top of her, his cock still nestled between her ass cheeks.

He was breathing hard. As was she.

"That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had," he gasped.

She turned her head in his direction.

"You took the words right out of my mouth."

Paul and Chelsea took a quick shower and got dressed. They'd missed a couple texts from Jasmine wondering where they were.

The other women were hungry after their run and were on their way to Verve, a local coffee shop on 41st.

"That was so good, I lost track of the time," Paul smiled, as they were descending the stairs to his apartment.

"It was so good, I'm never gonna forget it," she said. "I mean it."

"I'm glad," Paul said, touching her softly on the shoulder.

As they rounded the corner to head out to the street, they were suddenly face to face with a tall, attractive older woman.

"Maddie!" Paul said, surprised.

She was walking up the driveway, towards them.

"Paul," she said, startled. "Hi."

She looked at Chelsea.

"This must be Jasmine," she said, smiling.

"Um, actually this is Chelsea."

"I'm... Jasmine's roommate," she explained.

Maddie looked confused.

"Oh."

"I'll explain later," Paul said. "We're kinda in a hurry. We're supposed to meet friends and we're late. Talk to you later?"

"Yes, of course. See you."

She gave them a wave as they headed for the street.

As they walked back along the cliffs, Paul thought about the conversation he'd be having with Maddie later. The phrase "having your cake and eat it too" kept reverberating in his brain.

Chelsea was looking out at the splendor that is Pleasure Point on a beautiful spring day.

"It all looks different," she said, softly. "Like everything's changed somehow. I feel like a door's been opened and the rest of my life is waiting on the other side."

Paul looked at her.

"You look different too," he said. "Like you're shining from the inside."

"I hope it's not too obvious," she smiled. "To the others."

"Well, it is your birthday. Besides, as far as they're concerned, you just lost your virginity last night. So..."

"I'm still basking in the glow?"

"Exactly."

When they arrived at Verve, they saw Jasmine, Mack and Taylor had gotten a table.

"You made it," Mack said. "We thought maybe you guys fled the country."

"Sorry," Paul said. "We took a walk and lost track of time."

"Where'd you go?" Jasmine asked.

"We checked out the different breaks. Everything's pretty flat today. Did you guys order?"


"Not yet. We were waiting for you."

Like most coffee shops in Santa Cruz, you order at the counter and then pick up the food when it's ready. Jasmine and the others had already decided, so Jasmine and Chelsea stood in line to order for everyone.

"You look like a changed woman," Jasmine said, under her breath.

"Well, you know. A year older."

"And more experienced?" Jasmine asked.

"Shhhh!" Chelsea said.

Jasmine smiled.

"So, how was it? Worth the wait?"

Chelsea gave her a knowing look. There was a maturity in her expression Jasmine had not seen before. She leaned over to whisper in Jasmine's ear.

"You know how you raved about your first time with Paul?" she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Well, you undersold it."

Jasmine took her by the arm, smiling.

"It didn't happen til today, did it?"

Chelsea gave her a knowing look.

"Our secret, yeah?"

Jasmine nodded.

"Our secret."

After ordering, they returned to the table where the others were sitting.

"Paul was saying you guys just walked the whole time," Mack said to Chelsea as she sat down.

"We did walk a long way."

"And you never made it to the beach? Or went swimming?"

"Too cold," Paul said. "Have you felt the water in June? You'd need a wetsuit."

"Shame."

"We had a good time," Chelsea shrugged.

Paul made brief eye contact with her.

"Not as much fun as we all had last night," Jasmine said, changing the subject.

"Ahem," Mack said. "I'm invoking the cone of silence about last night."

"Hey," Paul said, "what happens in Pleasure Point stays in Pleasure Point."

"An aptly named municipality," Jasmine added.

Mack gave Jasmine a stern look.

"What?" Jasmine said, innocently.

Just then, Paul sat up stiffly.

There was someone standing next to their table, facing him.

"Hi Paul."

The women all turned their heads to see an attractive woman in her early twenties. She was wearing cute shorts, sandals, and a salmon top.

"Hi Meredith."

Jasmine recognized the name instantly. It was Paul's erstwhile girlfriend.

Paul looked like he was trying hard to be nonchalant.

"Guys, this is my friend, Meredith. Meredith, this is Jasmine, Mack, Taylor, and Chelsea."

Meredith smiled and gave them a polite wave.

"They're visiting from Berkeley," he explained. "I'm giving them the 25¢ tour of Pleasure Point."

"Oh, nice. Welcome. Did he take you by his favorite surf spots?"

"As a matter of fact," Paul smiled, "we just came from there."

"I've been on that tour," Meredith said.

There was an awkward pause.

"So, what are you up to?" Paul asked.

"Just getting coffee with my friend Kirsten, then taking a walk to the Point and back."

She nodded to a woman standing in line at the counter. The woman smiled.

"Cool," Paul answered. "Well, have a good time. It's beautiful out there. I'll call you later."

Meredith chuckled.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you all."

She turned and walked to the counter to join her friend.

Paul felt like he'd dodged a bullet.

"Who was that?" Mack asked, innocently.

Paul didn't answer immediately.

"A friend of Paul's," Jasmine said. "Right, Paul?"

"Yeah, a friend of mine."

Paul left it there. The last thing he wanted to do was to get in a conversation about the role Meredith played in his life.

Now, he was thinking about the conversation he was going to have to have with Meredith too.

He glanced over at Jasmine but she avoided eye contact with him.

He was worried about how she must be feeling in this moment.

He reached under the table and touched her hand.

She didn't pull it away.

After enjoying their brunch of avocado toast, overnight oats, berries with yogurt and honey, and seasonal muffins, they started to walk home.

There are no sidewalks on Opal Cliffs Drive, and being Sunday there was a fair amount of car traffic. So, they ended up walking in groups of two, hugging the sides of the street.

Jasmine and Paul were walking together.

"Meredith's pretty," she said, without sarcasm.

"I hope that wasn't weird for you," he said.

Jasmine looked at him, eyebrows raised.

"Really? Do you even realize the irony in that statement? Given what's transpired over the last 24 hours?"

Paul felt a rush of heat in his face.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I mean, if I don't feel weird after you slept with my big sister, my roommate, and we had a threesome with my workout partner, I don't think seeing your girlfriend is gonna get my panties in a twist."

He stared at the ground.

"My erstwhile girlfriend."

"Oh, she's erstwhile now? Since when did that happen?"

"Well, I've barely seen her the last few weeks. Since you and I..."

"Started fucking?"

He looked over at her. Her expression wasn't angry, more bemused.

"Since we started seeing each other."

He reached over and touched her hand. She touched him back.

"Really. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. How are you?"

"A little surprised, to be honest."

"Surprised at what?"

"Well, when Meredith came over to our table, my main concern could've been that she not have her feelings hurt."

"Isn't that what was going on?" Jasmine asked.

"Actually, no. I mean, that was part of what I was feeling, sure. But, my main concern, the thing I cared most about, was how you felt. I didn't want to damage what you and I have."

"And that's surprising to you?"

"I guess it's... clarifying."

He looked over at her. She slipped her fingers between his, interlocking them.

They continued walking in silence. Side by side.

After returning to the house, the group spent time packing and cleaning. Paul went around the house and patio collecting all the trash into a big, black garbage bag. Jasmine stripped all the beds and ran a load of laundry.

By 2pm, they had the house totally clean up. They wanted to leave for Berkeley no later than 4pm to make it home in time for the last dinner of the school year.

They decided to spend their last couple hours by the pool. They put on their bikinis and gathered on the pool deck, arranging lounge chairs to face the sun.

Chelsea was in the micro bikini Taylor'd lent her.

Mack was the first to take the leap.

"I don't know why I have to wear this," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Everyone's seen everything anyway."

She reached back and unfastened the bra of her bikini. Her full breasts spilled out, her nipples standing up from the ocean breeze.

"Good call," Taylor said. "I hate tan lines."

She took off her top as well, pinching her nipples to wake them up.

"Alright, I guess we're doing this," Jasmine said, untying her top and tossing it aside.

It was Chelsea, surprisingly, who took things to another level.

"Well, I don't want any tan lines," she said, standing by the pool.

She not only took off her top, she pulled her bottoms down her long legs and stepped out of them.

With her shaved pussy and lithe body, she looked like Venus on the half shell.

She slowly waded into the pool, letting the cool water rise higher and higher up her body. She stood in the shallow end, holding her arms at shoulder level.

Her breasts were sitting up high, her nipples erect.

"What's gotten into Chelsea?" Mack asked, under her breath. "She's like a changed woman."

"Paul got into her." Taylor quipped.

"That would certainly do it," Mack muttered.

The door to the kitchen opened and Paul appeared, carrying a plate.

It took him about a nanosecond to realize the women were all topless.

He played it cool.

"I've got spanakopita, fresh out of the oven. Get 'em while they're hot."

The women hopped out of their lounge chairs excitedly. He enjoyed watching their breasts bounce as they hurried to the food.

"Come on, Chels," Taylor said, "Paul's here with snacks. Get 'em while he's hot. Wait, that came out wrong."

Chelsea lowered herself in the water up to her neck and stood back up, then made her way to the pool steps.

Paul watched as her naked body slowly revealed itself as she stepped out of the water.

She looked amazing.

"Right outta Fast Times at Ridgemont High," he joked.

"Ooh," Jasmine said. "Nice 80's teen comedy reference."

Paul chuckled. It figured she'd be the one to get his allusion.

He tried not to stare at Chelsea, her naked body dripping water, as she approached and delicately picked an hors d'oeuvre from the plate.

But it was hard.

He was getting hard too. Increasingly hard. From all the bare breasts, and Chelsea's naked body, around him.

"Come on, Paul," Mack said. "Don't be a stick in the mud. Get undressed like the rest of us. Don't you want to swim?"

"I don't have my suit," he said.

"Who cares?" Mack said, waving her hand. "Suits are so passé. Haven't you heard?"

With that, Mack pulled down her bottoms and stepped out of them. Her pussy was shaved too.

"Mack doesn't just talk the talk," Jasmine said, admiringly.

Jasmine followed suit and pulled off her own bottoms.

"Well, I'm not gonna be the only one who's not naked," Taylor said, pulling off hers too.

"That leaves you, Paul," Mack said, pointedly.

"Yeah, I guess it does."

He was standing in the middle of the group, with all four women looking at him.

All the stripping going on around him had made the blood rush to his cock.

He didn't have a hard-on exactly, but his cock was definitely stiffening.

He brushed off his hands and pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Then, he untied his drawstring pants.

He started to slowly pull down both his pants and his thong underwear.

He felt them all watching him, which just made his dick harder.

He slowly revealed the base of his cock.

Then the shaft.

Then more shaft.

Then even more shaft.

Then, his big, swollen head.

His big cock sprang forward, semi-erect.

"Hallelujah," Mack muttered.

His cock was suspended between his legs like a construction beam being craned into position.

He stepped out of his pants, tossed them onto his t-shirt, then picked up another hors d'oeuvre and popped it into his mouth.

"A uniquely talented man," Mack said, wryly.

Paul could see Chelsea staring at him, her mouth open.

"I don't know about you guys," Mack said, "but I'm not gonna let my tush get burned to a crisp."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of sunscreen.

She walked back to her lounge chair on the other side of the pool, and laid on her tummy.

"Paul, do you mind giving me a hand?"

Paul glanced at Jasmine. She just looked at him with a smile and raised eyebrows.

"Sure," he said, nonchalantly. "Happy to help."

He walked over to where she was reclining. She looked over her shoulder, wearing her sunglasses.

They were out of earshot from the others.

"Can you do my back? It's too hard to reach."

"Sure."

He took the tube from her hand and sat on the edge of the lounge chair.

He squirted a dollop into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and started coating her back and shoulders.

"That feels good," she said. "Too bad we never made it to the gazebo."

"That's right, you and Taylor never got your massages."

"We kinda skipped that and jumped right to the main event."

"Next time you visit, you'll be first in line."

He worked his way down her back, stopping at her waist line.

"Aren't you gonna do my ass?"

He paused.

"That's not really a hard to reach spot, is it?"

She gave him a look.

"Huh. I figured you'd be all over that."

He handed her back the tube.

"Thanks," she said, with a hint of sarcasm.

She started applying sunscreen to her butt and legs.

"So, that chickie we met at brunch. She another one of your conquests?"

"We went out for a while."

"She your girlfriend?"

"Well, kinda. We're on a break now."

She gave a little snicker.

"You know, Paul. I don't get you. Jasmine's crazy about you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Then what are you doing sleeping with all of her friends? I don't get it."

Paul took a breath. He didn't want to have this conversation with her.

"That was sort of her idea."

"Her idea?"

"Not that I needed to be talked into it."

"I bet. So, what are you doing with her, exactly? Just stringing her along so you can meet other women?"


"No," he answered. "That's not it at all."

"What is it then?"

He looked down at his feet.

"Well, when we started, I was just trying to help her get her confidence back. She was going through a rough time, as you know. But then the more I got to know her, the more I liked her. And now, we've gotten really close."

"OK."

"We decided we wanted to have an open relationship. We didn't think it made sense to be exclusive given where we live and everything. I think she's trying to get used to that. Trying to show me she can handle it."

She nodded.

"Listen, Paul, I don't want to be critical. God knows, I enjoyed taking advantage of your guys' open relationship. It's just... I've got a little bit of experience dealing with guys who screw around. People have all kinds of euphemisms for 'em. Ladies' Men. Don Juans. Heartbreakers. That's bullshit. They're selfish assholes. Self-centered. Entitled. Well, I've got news for ya. Screwing a bunch of different women doesn't make you more of a man. Or more ready for love. It actually does the opposite. Love is about opening your heart to another person. Being real. Being vulnerable. Not playing them like they're some... video game."

Paul looked her in the eyes.

"I agree with you."

She took a deep breath.

"Look, Paul, I know you're not an asshole. You have a good heart. You want your cake and eat it too, but you seem like a good person. But Jasmine's a good person too. Hell, I think she's a great person. A one-in-a-million kind of person. She's lucky to have you, but you're lucky to have her too. So, do right by her. Whatever happens between you two... just do right by her."

Paul nodded.

"I hear you."

She nodded, and patted him on the leg.

He stood up and walked back to rejoin the group.

"Paul?"

It was Chelsea calling him from her lounge chair.

She was sitting up, facing the sun. He sat on the edge of her chair, next to her.

"You want me to do your back too?"

"No, that's okay. I just wanted to say hi."

"Oh," he smiled. "Hi."

"Hi," she smiled back.

"Today was amazing," he said, softly.

"It was perfect. I'm so glad we waited a day. I'll never forget it."

"Happy Birthday," he smiled.

Her chest heaved. Her breasts, sitting high and firm, looked beautiful. She looked beautiful.

"It looked like Mack was giving you quite a talkin' to."

"Yeah."

"She's good at that. I've witnessed it first hand."

Paul looked at her, chuckling.

"She wasn't wrong," he said. "It's just..."

"It's hard to hear sometimes?"

"Yeah."

"It was about Jasmine, I assume?"

Paul nodded.

"Mack's very protective of her."

"You know, Chels" Paul said, looking at her, "I care about Jasmine a lot. A whole lot."

She nodded.

"She cares about you too."

"I know."

"You know, Paul. Jasmine and I talk a lot. Every night. About personal stuff. We probably know each other as well as anybody. I know her feelings for you are deep. And real."

Paul nodded.

"I have deep feelings for her, too."

"She may be young, but she's not immature. Far from it. She's been through so much in her life. She's got a wisdom beyond her years. She hasn't said this to me ... and please don't tell her I said this ... but I think there's a very good chance that she's falling in love with you."

Paul looked at her, digesting this. He too had a sense that this was happening. For some time now.

"You know," he chuckled, "she sees right through me. She totally knew you and I made love today."

"Yeah," Chelsea said, "I ended up telling her everything." 


"You did?"

"I had to. Roomies and all. No secrets."

"Right."

"Besides, she would've figured it out. That intuition of hers."

"Yeah."

He looked around the pool deck.

"Where is Jas, by the way?"

"She went up to the gazebo. She said something about wanting to clean it up."

"She shouldn't have to do that," he muttered. "That's my job. I'm gonna check on her. I'll see ya later."

He got up and headed towards the gazebo, bounding up the stairs.

As he approached, he could hear music playing. Soft, acoustic guitar.

When he entered, he saw the massage table covered with flower blossoms.

"What the..." he muttered.

He heard a voice behind him. Jasmine was at the control board adjusting the music.

"Wait!" she called out. "Don't look! Close your eyes!"

He closed his eyes.

She ran to the massage table and readied herself.

"OK," she said. "You can open 'em."

Jasmine was laying on the blossom-covered massage table.

She was on her side, facing him, her head propped in the palm of her hand.

And she was totally naked.

A smile spread across Paul's face.

He moved to her, feasting on her gorgeous body.

She was smiling at him, warmly.

"I've never seen anything more beautiful," he said, softly.

"Are you here for the massage, Sir?" she asked.

He stood up tall.

"Um, yeah. Do you want one?"

"No, silly. I'm giving you one."

He bent over her, gazing in her eyes, and kissed her deeply on the lips.

"Mmmmm," he whispered. "I accept."

"Then get on up here and we'll get this show on the road."

He climbed on the table, naked as the day he was born, his cock long and stiff.

"I see you're already appropriately dressed for the occasion," she smiled, wryly.

"Yeah. Mack's got everybody in the buff."

"Oh, that Mack."

He lay on his side, facing her. They were both resting their heads on their palms, face to face.

"I'm so glad we're doing this," he smiled. "I was already missing you. Before the fact."

"I figure we've got a couple hours before we jet off to Beserkly. Might as well use the time productively."

"I wish I could go with you."

"Smuggle you into the sorority house?"

"I could stowaway in your bag."

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. They could barely reach all the way around, it was so thick.

"Oh, this is definitely oversized. I'm afraid you're gonna have to check it, Sir."

"Check it where?"

"Well... in my mouth, for starters."

"Mmmmm, I think I'm gonna like this airline."

"We aim to please."

She made her way to the foot of the table, kneeling between his legs.

She stood up his cock, her eyes trained on his.

She gave him a long, slow lick up the length of his shaft.

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch her handiwork.

"I wanna look in your beautiful eyes while you do that."

"Sure," she smiled. "Then I can look in yours."

He watched her slathering his cock with her tongue. Then, she opened her mouth and slowly wrapped her lips around the head.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned. "I love that."

She was sucking him softly while her tongue was tickling him.

"God, you're good at that. Nobody's as good as you."

His breath was getting ragged, his voice shaky.

She released him with a smack.

"I love feeling your cock getting bigger in my mouth. Bigger and harder."

She went back to sucking the head, swirling her tongue around and around, while her hand stroked his shaft at the same time.

All the while, she looked at him with soulful eyes.

She ducked her head down, taking his balls in her mouth, while still stroking his shaft.

Then, she went back to the head, taking it into her mouth, applying maximum suction.

She was constantly moving, changing things up, keeping the sensations varied and unpredictable.

It was one of many things he appreciated most about her love-making. Her amazing creativity. Her restless imagination.

When she finally released him again, he was visibly longer and thicker.

"Ta da!" she said, standing him up proudly.

"You're a magician," he smiled.

She got on all fours and moved up to his face, kissing him on the lips.

"Come sit on my face," he whispered. "I wanna eat your gorgeous pussy."

She walked on her knees until she was straddling his face, her eyes locked on his.

He slipped his hands around her hips, holding her, as he feasted on her pussy.

From her vantage point, she was looking straight down at his face, watching his tongue at work.

Her mouth was open as his tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

She was raising and lowering her hips slightly, rubbing her pussy against this mouth.

He reached up, his hands finding her beautiful breasts, caressing them.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried as her pleasure grew.

He was squeezing her breasts now, pinching her nipples.

"I feel like I'm gonna cum soon!" she gasped.

She tilted her head back, her body shaking.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.

He tongued her clit rhythmically, over and over.

Her hands grabbed his hands, holding them against her breasts.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she screamed, her body shaking.

She continued to ride his face, moaning loudly, until her orgasm subsided.

She walked her knees back and leaned forward, embracing him, her lips finding his.

"I have an idea," he whispered in her ear. "For how I wanna fuck. I'll think you'll like it."

"Show me."

Her guided her to lay down alongside him. Then he swung his legs off the table.

"Hang tight."

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Just a minor adjustment."

He went to the head of the massage table, reached down, and then lifted one end and pivoted it a few feet.

His arms and chest looked so powerful, his muscles so beautiful, it sent tingles through her body.

Then he jumped back on the table, laying next to her.

"I want us both to be able to see the ocean while we make love."

They were face to face. She smiled and touched his face.

"That sounds wonderful."

"Now, turn over," he said. "Face the ocean."

She turned her back to him. He was spooning her now.

"I love side-by-side," she gushed.

"I know you do," he smiled. "Cause you like it intimate."

"That's right."

They both raised themselves up, resting on their elbows. He lifted her top leg to give him access to her pussy.

She guided his rock-hard cock to her pussy, sliding it along her wetness.

Then, he aligned the tip with her hole and pushed himself inside.

"Oh!" she moaned. "You feel especially big today."

"It was that blow job you gave me," he said. "I'm telling ya, you're the best."

"Gimme a sec to get used to you," she gasped.

"OK," he said, softly. "Let's just chill for a bit and enjoy the view."

"Mmmmm."

They lay side by side, his cheek pressed against hers, looking out at the ocean.

"Look at the light. The way the sun's reflecting on the water."

"It's beautiful."

Every now and then, he'd kiss her softly on her face or neck.

"I love what we're doing," she said. "Snuggling like this."

He nuzzled his face next to hers.

"You know, Jas. If we could do this everyday, be together like this, just the two of us, I'd be a happy man. I feel like, no matter how screwed up the world is, or how shitty I'm feeling about myself, if I could just do this with you, I'd be alright."

She turned her head to look at him.

"Look out at the ocean? Or lay with your dick in me?"

He smiled, wryly.

"Either one. Preferably both."

"OK, just trying to understand."

He chuckled.

"I'm serious, though. It means everything to me. I don't know how to put in into words. I don't have your gift."

"No, I get it. I feel the same way."

"Even if I'm feeling down on myself," he said, half to himself, "like I'm a worthless piece of shit, you manage to turn my head around."

Jasmine lay on her back, looking up at him.

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate.

"That's it," he said. "That's beautiful. Who wrote that?"

"Will."

"Will? Will who?"

"Will Shakespeare. That's William, to you and me."

He nodded his head and smiled.

"What he said."

He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her close.

"You have a beautiful mind, Jasmine."

With his arms wrapped around her, she felt completely embraced by him. As if their bodies were melding together.

She rocked her hips, rubbing her ass against him.

She felt his cock sink deeper inside her.

He pulled her closer, pressing his pelvis into her.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned.

He began thrusting into her. Slowly, sensuously.

She began whimpering immediately.

He reached around and cupped her breast, the nipple hard from the ocean breeze.

He continued his thrusting.

She felt like his entire body was touching hers, from his feet to his face. It was so warm, so comforting.

She lay her head back on the table, her free hand caressing his face. He planted loving kisses on her face and neck.

All the time, his thrusting never slowed.

And her moaning never stopped.

Her breast, full and luscious, was bouncing with every thrust.

He wrapped his strong arm around her torso, his cheek pressed against hers.

He kissed her neck and behind her ear.

He was thrusting harder now, his thighs slapping against her ass.

Her moaning became louder, more desperate.

Her hand was on his face, caressing him.

His thrusts became faster. Her moans turned into cries.

His hand was on her breast again, caressing her, tweaking her nipple.

He was thrusting even faster.

She was cumming now, cumming so beautifully, as he embraced her from behind, his big cock filling her wet pussy.

She turned her head to find his lips, to kiss him, passionately, their tongues playing together.

He kept thrusting, deep into her wet, warm pussy.

His arms were wrapped around her, under her head and around her torso.

He was pulling her down onto his cock in rhythm with his thrusts.

Her cries turned into screams.

She reached her top hand back, to cup his muscled ass.

He was gripping her thigh, driving his cock into her pussy.

Her breasts were bouncing, her nipples big and hard.

She could feel how much he wanted her, how much he needed her.

She wanted him to cum, wanted him to explode inside her. Fill her pussy with his warm cum.

She knew he was on the brink, ready to spray his cum deep inside her.

All she had to do was give him a little push.

She started squeezing his cock with her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned. "Yeah, do that! Keep doing that!"

She was using the Pompoir technique Sophia had taught her. The Italian Film Goddess.

Now she was using it to make him cum.

"Oh my God!" he moaned, his whole body shaking. "You're sucking the cum right out of me!"

"That's right," she whispered. "Cause I want you to cum. I want you to shoot your cum deep inside me."

She kept squeezing his cock with her pussy, over and over.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" he cried.

"Come on, baby! Cum in me! Cum in my warm, wet pussy!"

His body started to convulse. He slammed his cock into her and held it there.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He exploded his cum deep inside her, spraying her insides, filling her womb with his seed.

"I can feel it!" she cried. "You're filling me with your cum!"

His orgasm seemed to last for the longest time. His body jerking and spasming long afterwards.

He felt like he was making love to her for the very first time.

After Paul came to, he and Jasmine went back to the pool, got dressed, and went to find the others. Their departure time was rapidly approaching.

They found the others out front, loading Mack's car.

Both Jasmine and Paul looked like they'd been through the ringer. Paul's hair was a tousled mess and Jasmine's face was all aglow.

"You two look like you were having fun," Mack said, with a smirk. "You were making so much noise, we thought the neighbors might call the police."

"Just our usual," Jasmine shrugged. "Besides, I know the neighbors. Bri's cool."

Paul made a face. Bri was one of his clients. Another of his "conquests".

"What's wrong?" Mack asked, seeing his reaction.

"Nothing, I'm just feeling a little lightheaded. Jasmine's unbelievable."

Mack looked at Jasmine, impressed.

Jasmine just smiled.

After stuffing Jasmine's bag in the trunk, it was time for goodbyes.

Mack was first.

Paul approached her, not knowing what her mood would be. She surprised him by giving him a hug.

"Paul, it's been... memorable. Between the lap dance I gave you and the the way worked me over in Jasmine's mom's bedroom... you've given me enough fantasy material to last a lifetime."

He held her by the shoulders.

"Mack, as I told Jasmine, I think you've got it all. Beauty, brains, personality. I think you're star material, I really do. Someday, I'll be able to say, 'I knew that woman before she was famous.'"

"I don't know about that," she chuckled.

She gave him a final peck on the cheek, holding her face next to his.


"Remember what I said by the pool," she whispered in his ear. "I meant it."

"I know you did," Paul said.

He moved on to Taylor.

"Taylor, it's been great. Jas is lucky to have you as a workout buddy."

"I think she's lucky to have you as a... whatever you are, exactly."

"Thanks," he said. "The time the three of us spent together was incredibly hot. So, thanks for that."

"Well, I didn't do much," she said. "It was mainly you and Jas."

He figured there was some revisionist history going on but he didn't press it. 

"Take care, Taylor."

"You too."

While the women started getting in the car, Paul turned his attention to Chelsea. She was standing a few feet away, eagerly awaiting her turn.

When he approached her, she gave him a full-body hug like he'd never received before.

It felt like she was pressing her breasts and crotch against him.

Paul held her by the waist and leaned back to look at her.

She did the same, pressing her pelvis towards him. Their crotches were pressed together.

"Chels, what can I say? I don't think I'll ever forget our time together."

She was already a bit breathless.

"I'll be thinking about you a lot," she gasped. "Especially at night."

"When you're chattin' with Jasmine?"

"Yeah. And after."

"Well, make sure you get some sleep."

She was still pressing her crotch against his. Paul wondered if she was going to disengage anytime soon.

"I want you to know how much I appreciate you being there for me. You were so thoughtful."

"Of course. I was happy to. I think you're... great."

He could feel his cock stiffening. He wondered if she could feel it.

"And I really appreciate you showing me all the different ways to make love. That was so generous of you."

"Well, it was my pleasure. Literally. I enjoyed it a lot."

"I did too. So much. I feel like I got a crash course in lovemaking."

"We did it a lot of different ways," he chuckled. "That's true."

Paul could feel her subtly rubbing her clit against his hard cock, as she was recounting the ways.

"Let's see, first you licked me. Then we did missionary. After that, it was legs up. Then, cowgirl. And then, at the end, doggy style. I never knew there were so many ways to do it."

Paul's cock, now long and hard, felt like it was nestled between her labia.

"Well, there's a lot more. We really just scratched the surface. I'm mean there's standing positions, sitting, kneeling, sideways. Then there's oral, anal, 69 -- I mean, there're so many different ways to make love."

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, her mouth next to his ear.

"I'd love you to teach me some more," she whispered. "I really wanna learn 69. The idea of it makes me really hot."

Paul held her at arms length.

"I think you better check with Jasmine on that. Shouldn't you get going? The others are waiting."

She looked up, surprised.

"Oh, yeah. Well... bye, Paul!"

"Bye, Chels."

She went to get into the car, breathlessly.

Jasmine was standing by the car, chatting with the other women. When she saw Chelsea approaching, she walked over to Paul.

"All done saying your goodbyes?" she asked, wryly.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow," he said, smiling.

"Listen to you! Quoting Shakespeare!"

"It might be the only Shakespeare I know," he chuckled.

He wrapped his arms around her, looking down at her.

She wrapped her arms around him, looking up at him and smiling.

"Thanks for being so wonderful. My friends had the time of their lives."

"I had a great time too."

"I'm sure you did."

"The highlight was making love to you in the gazebo."

"For me, too."

She raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Don't be a stranger," she said, slyly.

"When can I see you again?" he asked.

"So eager to see me?" she asked. "I like that."

"The sooner the better."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were smitten."

"Oh, I'm definitely smitten."

She smiled and kissed him again.

"Call me later?" she asked.

"I'll talk to you tonight. We'll plan something."

She gave him a wink, then walked sexily to the car, swinging her hips.

He just stood there, admiring her complete and total adorability.

After waving goodbye to the Berkeley bunch, Paul wanted to check in with Meredith.

Walking back to his apartment, he tried calling her cell. There was no answer so he left a message.

He was halfway to his place when she called back. He sat on a bench, overlooking the ocean.

Meredith was polite but distant.

"So, that was quite a group you were with at Verve."

"Yeah, it was the daughter of a client of mine and her friends. They all go to Cal."

"So you mentioned. Quite a harem."

"C'mon, Mer."

"I'm just saying, they were all really cute."

"I suppose."

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you didn't notice."

"They're a lot younger than I am. Three of 'em at least."

"They're first-year students? So, they're the same age difference as you and me."

"Technically, yeah."

"So, that doesn't make any sense."

"They're acquaintances, Mer. What can I say?"

"Apparently not much that makes sense."

He let out a sigh.

"OK, I just called to make sure you were alright. Sounds like you are."

"I'm fine. Why shouldn't I be?"

"Cause you saw me out with my harem."

"Very funny."

"I just didn't want you to feel weird cause you saw me with a bunch of women you didn't know. That's all."

"Fine. I don't feel weird. Anything else?"

He let out a sigh.

"No, nothing else. I guess I'll talk to you later."

"Guess so. Bye."

She hung up.

"Bye," he said, to nobody there.

Paul just looked out at the water, shaking his head.

A couple hours later, Paul was sitting in his apartment when he got a call from Jasmine.

The contrast in the conversations couldn't have been more stark.

"I miss you already," she said in a soft voice.

"I miss you too."

"Everybody here's packing up. We've gotta be out by the end of the week. My mom's gonna drive up Wednesday and help me with my stuff."

"I'd come help too," he said, "but I start my internship tomorrow."

"That's right. Good luck with that."

"Thanks. I'm pretty jazzed about it."

"I'll be at the Atherton house starting Wednesday night. Then, I leave for Europe next week."

"So, can I see you this weekend?"

"Listen to you," she said, warmly. "So anxious to see me."

"Well, it's our last chance before you go to France."

"I'll only be gone a month."

"That's a long time," he said.

"I'd rather stay in Pleasure Point, playing with you. But my grandparents are looking forward to it. I try and visit them every summer."

"In Normandy?"

"Yeah. It's beautiful there. They have this great house in the country. There's a garden that my grandfather tends. He's 79."

"I wish I had grandparents to visit. Especially in the French countryside."

"Sometime, you'll come with me. When you don't have a summer internship."

"You'll share your grandparents with me?"

"Definitely. They'll love you."

"What are they like?"

"She an artist and writer. Brilliant and funny. Full of life. He was a scientist before he retired. A geologist. Travelled all over the world. Sweet and smart."

"They sound like older versions of us. You the writer, me the would-be scientist."

"That's true! I never thought of that! You have to come someday!"

"That'd be fun."

"If you come in September, we could go to the Deauville Film Festival. Maybe Pierre and Sophia'd be there."

"Ah, Pierre and Sophia. Those were good times."

"Yes, they were."

There was a slight pause.

"I miss you," she said. "Did I mention that?"

"Yeah. I miss you too."

"Chelsea invited us to visit her in Petaluma this weekend," she said. "Hang out. Ride horses. Maybe go up on Saturday? Spend the night?"

"I'd be totally down for that. I should tell you, when we were saying goodbye, she said she'd like some more 'love lessons'. I told her she'd have to talk to you about it."

"How do you feel about it?"

"Whatever. I just wanna see you again before you go."

"Good answer," she chuckled. "I'll have a talk with Chels."

After his phone conversations with Meredith and Jasmine, Paul felt like his life had been somehow flipped on its head.

The relationship he thought was his top priority, the one with Meredith, was floundering. They weren't communicating well and their conversations left him feeling pessimistic and frustrated.

Meanwhile, his 'fun relationship,' the one with Jasmine, was feeling more and more meaningful. Their conversations left him feeling energized and hopeful about the future.

He decided to talk with the one person he could count on to help keep his head straight -- Maddie.

Paul and Maddie sat in the chairs in her backyard, facing the garden. It was where he'd had many a heart to heart with his former teacher.

The sun was setting and the air was velvety. They were sipping glasses of lemonade.

"So, who's this Chelsea?" she asked.

Paul realized he hadn't been keeping Maddie up to speed on the latest developments in his personal life.

"Sorry 'bout that," he smiled. "I know that looked kinda flaky."

"No, no," she said, raising her eyebrows. "I'm not judging."

"Jasmine invited some of her classmates to spend the weekend at her mom's house. She asked me to help entertain them."

"And that's what constitutes entertainment these days?"

He chuckled.

"Jasmine and Chelsea are super close. And Chelsea's been hankering to get laid. Actually, to make love for the first time."

"She's a virgin?"

"Not any more."

"Oh, Paul."

"No, it was good. She really wanted to lose her virginity with me but she didn't want to do it in the house with all of her classmates around."

"So, you brought her here. That was very accommodating of you."

"Well, Jasmine wanted me guide her through the experience. So I did."

"But you're really interested in Jasmine. Her roommate."

"Absolutely. I'm crazy about her."

Maddie shook her head.

"Young people today," she said, smiling. "So where does that leave Meredith?"

Paul let out a sigh.

"Mer and I haven't been getting along that great for a while now. And the more I get to know Jasmine, the more I feel like she's the right person for me."

"And not Meredith."

"Yeah."

"Have you told Meredith that?"

"Not yet. But I'd be surprised if she wasn't having doubts of her own. She keeps coming up with excuses not to see me."

"I'm sorry."

"And another complicating factor is Jasmine's mom. She doesn't approve of Jasmine and my relationship. She wants me to break it off."

"Why for heaven's sake? I'd think any mother would be delighted to have you dating their daughter."

"Well, Jasmine's mom is one of my clients."

"Oh no, Paul! You're sleeping with Jasmine's mother?"

"For the past six months. She's been wonderful, supporting me, helping me with my business. I really like her and I want to preserve our relationship."

"But that might be impossible if you have a relationship with her daughter."

"I know."

Maddie let out a deep sigh.

"Oh dear. This is a quandary."

"If I could do it all over again, I wish I'd met Jasmine first. Then, I wouldn't have gotten involved Meredith or Jessica and I wouldn't be in this mess."

"You care for Jasmine that much?"

"Yeah, I do. Maddie, you'll understand when you meet her. She's amazing. She smart and creative. She's adventurous and fearless. She's loving and compassionate. But she's tough too. She calls me on my shit when I need to hear it. And, on top of all that, she's beautiful too."

"Sounds like quite a woman," Maddie smiled.

"You guys'll get along great. She studying English at Cal. She wants to be a writer. I've told her all about you and she really wants to meet you."

Maddie nodded.

"I'd like to meet her too. And the sex? I assume that's good?"

"Absolutely the best ever. Next to you."

He smiled, suavely.

"Charmer!"

"But I feel stuck. Like I'm in a maze and I don't know how to get out."

Maddie thought for a long moment.

"When I'm dealing with matters of the heart, I always remind myself that the truth is a good place to start. It sounds like you need to have a direct talk with Meredith and Jasmine. You owe it to them to be honest about your feelings. And Jasmine's mother too. She's impacted by this as much as they are."

"But what if she says I can't see Jasmine? I don't think I could take that."

"That's a risk you'll have to take. It wouldn't be the first time a parent disapproved of their child's choice of romantic partner."

"Like in Romeo and Juliet. And look how that ended."

"Just listen to your heart. And express your feelings as best you can. That's all you can do."

As scary as that was, Paul figured she was right.

He decided to talk to Jessica first. They made plans to talk the next time she was in Pleasure Point.

On Saturday morning, he was packing his car for his weekend getaway with Jasmine when his phone buzzed. It was a text from Jessica.

I'm here. Is this is a good time to chat?

He replied immediately.

be right over

As he drove to her house, Paul's stomach was tied up in knots.

He put on a brave face as he walked in her door.

"How was your trip?" he asked, joining Jessica in the kitchen.

"Tiring," she said. "But successful. We had some productive meetings."

"That's good."

He sat on a bar stool at the kitchen island. She was leaning against the counter, sipping coffee.

"Coffee?"

"No, thanks. I had some."

Paul's heart was pounding in his chest.

"So," Jessica said, "you wanted to talk. Is this about Jasmine?"

"Yeah."

"How'd the weekend go with her friends?"

"Fine. Everyone had a good time."

She leaned against the island.

"And do you feel you made some progress doing what we talked about? Creating distance between you and Jasmine?"

Paul took a breath. He was determined to take Maddie's advice and be totally straight with her.

"No, I didn't make any progress, honestly. That's what I need to talk to you about."

She put her coffee cup down.

"I thought we'd agreed on this. You were going to separate from her. Slowly but surely."

"Yeah, I know I said that. It's just..."

"There's no 'just', Paul. You have to do this. It's not optional."

Paul got up from his stool and walked to the window. He looked out at the ocean.

"It's gotten more complicated since we last talked."

"Complicated? In what way?"

"I know this isn't what you want to hear. But the more I get to know Jasmine, the more I feel drawn to her. She and I have this... affinity. And we've become extremely close."

He turned to face her.

"And the closer we get to each other, the more I want to be with her. It's like this... reinforcing loop. And now, I don't know, I feel like the last thing I want to do is separate from her. I want the opposite -- I want to see more of her."

Jessica looked exasperated.

"I understand you two have become attached. But there are other things to consider. One, is our relationship. I can't have her finding out about us. That's critically important."

"I know. I don't want her finding out about us either."

Jessica closed her eyes, her fingertips at her temples.

"So, are you two having a fling... or hooking up... or whatever you young people call it these days? Or, are you saying it's something more than that?"

"It's definitely more than that. I feel like it's something significant. Something... lasting."

She stared at him in disbelief.

"Have you told Jasmine any of this?"

"No," he said, looking at the floor. "I wanted to talk to you first."

"So what are you telling me, exactly? What?"

Paul looked up at her, his face full of determination.

"Jessica... I've fallen in love with your daughter."

"You what?"

"I love her, Jessica," he said, his voice cracking. "I want her in my life. And I'm determined to do right by her."

His eyes were brimming with tears.

Jessica looked at him, searchingly.

She moved to him, took him into her arms, and hugged him.

"And I don't want to lose you," he sobbed.

"Oh Paul. My dear boy."

They held each other for the longest time.

An hour later, Paul was driving his car on Hwy 17 over the Santa Cruz Mountains, on his way to pick up Jasmine.

He had the top down and the radio turned up.

The windy mountain road, with its banked curves and hairpin turns, seemed an apt metaphor for the path his life was taking.

Jessica's reaction had surprised him. She didn't get angry. Instead, she was saddened because she knew her and Paul's relationship would never be the same.

She also said she couldn't imagine a finer young man for her daughter.

She said she needed some time to process it, and to talk to Jasmine about it. They'd talk about it more after Paul got back from Petaluma.

Paul felt an energy surging through his body, half excitement, half fear. He felt like he'd put into motion something that was no longer entirely in his control, the outcome of which would profoundly affect his life.

And like the mountain road before him, he didn't know how it was going to unfold.

He turned up the volume on the radio and kept on driving.

Well, I'm runnin' down the road

Tryin' to loosen my load

I've got seven women on my mind

Four that wanna own me

Two that wanna stone me

One says she's a friend of mine

Take it easy, Take it easy.

Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy

Lighten up while you still can

Don't even try to understand

Just find a place to make your stand

Take it easy.

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