I Was Their Babysitter - Pt. 11

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I Was Their Babysitter - pt. 11

"I sure like having your schedules, young lady," Connie informed me over the phone. She then laughed. "I mean, I know you have a right to your own privacy, but the time we get to share together is very special, and I'd hate to miss out when an opportunity might come up."

"And has an opportunity come up?" I asked her, clearly catching the fact that she was baiting me. I could almost see her smiling as she waited in hopes that I'd catch on.

"Well, I'm so glad you asked!" Connie exclaimed and laughed again. "What would you say to one more boat ride before we put her away? It's supposed to be rather nice on Thursday, and I happen to know that with all the students going back to work, and with it being during the week... well, we'll have an awful lot of time and water to ourselves."

"Oh, well, who are we inviting, my lover?" I asked and smiled as I sat with my feet on the edge of the kitchen table to rock my chair. I was wearing just a tank top and my panties seeing as I was getting ready to go to bed. Lana had been at work and had plans to spend the night with Tom and LeAnn, so I had the house to myself. Toby had a late class after working all day, so I was alone for the night.

"Well, I was thinking we could ask Toby, Shawna, and Lana. Will that work with you three not interacting?"

"Well, Toby does mess around with Lana, and I could mess with Mark while you play with Toby, and Lana and Shawna enjoy each other, so, yes... I think it will be a successful trip. This Thursday? Did you already check with them?"

"Yes, quickly, right after I checked your calendar, and called my co-worker to trade shifts when Mark mentioned he was off," Connie confessed. "Mark called Lana to see what her schedule was like while I called Shawna who also has Toby's itinerary for the semester. We are all free."

"Well, looks like we have another hot date," I acknowledged and smiled to myself. Too bad Toby wasn't coming to spend the night with me. Suddenly, I was a little worked up.

"Be here at 9am, baby girl," she advised and blew kisses into the phone.

"You know I will," I assured her and hung up. I sat back and then sat up again suddenly. "Fuck, yeah!" I yelled into my empty house. I went ahead and locked up the house for the night. My bag was packed before I climbed into bed, and after a little daydream-inspired personal playtime, I drifted off to sleep to rest up for the next day. One workday was the only thing standing in the way of my Thursday plans.

***

"Steph, bad news," my supervisor, Patrick, addressed me as he walked up to my desk. "Sara can't work tomorrow, so I'm going to need you to cover," he informed me. Now, most times like this, I went along with it to get more hours. But Patrick had a really bad habit for pulling this shit on those who reported to him, and so far, he's never been told "no." Unfortunately, that was about to change, and I had a feeling that things were going to become a little messy. Unfortunately, also, it was high time Patrick got reported to HR. I had finally had enough.

Patrick was a 26-year-old who thought he was God's gift to every girl in his sights. He had hit on several of us and was smart enough to take "no" as the final answer from me, though I'd heard that he had not taken it so lightly when two other girls told him that they weren't interested. One left the company shortly afterwards because she couldn't take the pressure and reminder that he was her boss, and the other got moved to a different department.

He skated by every expectation of his job by passing off his work to those of us on his "team," and he was also riding the coat tails of his neighbor who happened to be sleeping with the (married) CEO. She enjoyed having Patrick around to do many tasks for her at home such as covering for her to her husband, mowing her lawn, and taking care of her car maintenance on company hours.

I knew all this because Patrick was the older brother of Toby's teammate, Peter. Peter, Toby, and I hung out one night at the fun center, and Peter had thoroughly enjoyed spilling all the tea to someone who understood. Peter happened to despise his older brother, so sharing gave him some sort of relief.

But the worst part about having Patrick as my boss was finding out from Peter that Patrick was claiming my work as his own, and he was bragging about it to his dumbass friends out loud while he played games in his bedroom at his parents' house where he still lived. I'd wondered why my bonus was so low at year-end, but when I asked Patrick about my stats sheet, he told me everyone got the same bonus, so my stats information didn't play into the bonus anyway. I had a feeling all of it was untrue, and I was about to find out a few things I really didn't want to believe were happening.

"Hey, Patrick," I greeted him after a good fifteen seconds of silence. "Yeah, sorry," I offered and shook my head. "Normally, I totally would cover for Sara, but I have plans tomorrow. I hope someone else can be available for her shift. That sucks that Sara can't come in."

"Yep, not a request," Patrick declared, hardly acknowledging my reasoning. He was about to walk away, so I stood up and repeated myself.

"Patrick, I'm sorry, but I cannot be here tomorrow. The schedule is set for a reason, and I am not available tomorrow."

Patrick turned around slowly, almost dumbfounded by my stance. "And let me repeat myself, Stephanie," he announced slowly and rather loudly for all to hear. I had begun recording the exchange on my phone as soon as I responded. I had a feeling I would be able to catch the proof, and the fart nugget played right into my plans. "Sara can't be here. I know you don't have class. You will report to the office for her 8am to 4pm shift, or you will be written up."

I grabbed my purse, my phone, a flash drive, the manilla envelope full of proof Peter had given me to use when the time was right, and what courage I had left, and walked out of my cubicle to face him. "Patrick, I believe this may not go the way you think it is going to go, so here's the deal," I advised him confidently and quietly. "Come with me to HR, and we can resolve this peacefully, or watch me walk away and face the consequences." As I expected, Patrick laughed.

"Good luck with that," he taunted. He actually guffawed and walked away. "I guess I'll be interviewing for a few new positions soon. Too bad. You were good at your job too. But, as you know, everyone is replaceable."

I made my way to visit the HR department and requested to meet with Mr. Turner. When I was hired with the company, Mr. Turner was the man who interviewed me for the entry-level position. When I was kept on after my initial 90 days, he made an unusual personal trip to my desk to commend my efforts with the company and issued an invitation to apply for the position I now held thanks to his recommendation and unanimous vote from the board.

"Mr. Turner will see you now," Therese informed me and waved me on to follow her to his door.

"Stephanie, how wonderful to see you!" he greeted me. "What brings you in?"

"I need your help with a few issues, and unfortunately, they came to a head today. I didn't have the proof until recently, and today, well, I guess one too many buttons got pushed. I try not to be an issue..."

"Issue?" Mr. Turner questioned and sat back with his elbows resting on the armrests and his fingers pressed to one another. "Steph, if there is anything about you here at the company, an issue you are not. What's going on?"

"I was approached by Patrick today," I began. "Most days, he only speaks with us to tell us to do something, or to cover for someone's shift when he's informed that they won't be coming in the next day. I've never been called and told to come in, but today, he came to my cube to tell me to be in tomorrow, but tomorrow is my day off, and I have plans."

"Well, then, he will have to find someone else, or go a day without her," Mr. Turner explained as if we just needed to verify that we were on the same page.

"May I play this for you?" I requested and held up my phone. I was given the go-ahead, so I found the recording and pushed the play button. As it ran, Mr. Turner's brow furrowed. When it was done, I stopped it, and he shook his head.

"This is going to take some time," Mr. Turner reminded me. "Did you... wait. Sorry, is there more?" I nodded and lifted the stack I'd brought with me. "What do you have there?"

"So, I want to explain how I got this and then reiterate that I do not mean to be a problem for the company."

"And I want to reiterate that you are anything but a problem for the company, Stephanie," Mr. Turner assured me and nodded. "I mean it. If there is a problem, we need to be informed of it. There seems to be a lot there. How long have you been collecting evidence?"

"OK, see... that's where the story comes in," I explained, and then I told him about the multiple times we employees had been "told" to come in for other people, but because we wanted the hours, we didn't argue it. And then I told him about my bonus check, what I got, and how low it seemed, even though I hadn't seen or heard what anyone else got. And I added in the part about Patrick's response regarding my stats sheet.

"Well, that isn't true at all," Mr. Turner informed me. "Do you..."

"I have all my work since I started here on this drive," I shared and leaned forward to hand it to him. "I learned that having backup files is smarter than not having them and wishing I would have."

"Smart girl," Mr. Turner offered.

"The rest of what I'm going to tell you and provide in this envelope was shared with me by an outside source. I did not seek it out. I was with my boyfriend at a fun event, and a friend of his joined us, stated one too many curious details about a pain-in-the-butt brother he has who'd recently upset him, and proceeded to divulge much, much more information upon learning that I worked with him.

"When he mentioned that he heard his brother bragging over the game system about how he got a big fat bonus check because he was taking credit for someone else's work, and no one was any wiser to it, I wondered if it could have been me. While I am grateful for any bonus check, and while I would never discuss another employee's income, it did seem odd to hear what people planned to do with their checks when what I got wouldn't touch those plans."

"I see," Mr. Turner responded thoughtfully. He was scowling, almost as if he was sad to know that I'd been wronged, even though the evidence hadn't even been sorted through yet.

"So, the evidence is going to provide more of a problem," I continued. "I was told things that I don't think need to be aired out beyond this department. I don't know; I don't pretend to know. What I'm saying is that another employee is, shall we say... indicated in the evidence as being part of the issues with Patrick's employment."

"Steph, let me stop you right there," Mr. Turner requested. "We have a very specific set of people who are trained to audit companies, so to speak. With what you are handing me with this file from your source, and with what's on the flash drive, and with the audio you've shared with me, I think we have what we need to get started for an official inquiry into the subject matter. I appreciate your efforts and decision to come forth with this.

"I know you're probably concerned about how this will reflect on you, but let us handle that. I will be having Patrick come straight here after you leave the office, so please leave through the other doors and take the north elevators back down to avoid interaction with him. Resume as usual, and do not come in tomorrow. I assure you, there will be no negative consequences.

"Finally, whenever you send anything via email, include this address in the blind carbon copy," he instructed as he handed me a business card from a drawer in his desk. "Whenever you have an interaction with him, outside of normal ones, email the time, place, nature, etc. If he says or does anything to you, please report it as quickly as possible."

"Thank you, Mr. Turner," I responded and nodded as I made my way toward the door. "I appreciate your help with this."

"Thank you, Ms. Morton," Mr. Turner replied and nodded. "You are a valued asset to this company and a pleasure with which to work. Have a good rest of the day and enjoy tomorrow's plans."

"I will," I promised and quickly made my way towards the door heading opposite my usual route. Even as I walked down the hall, I heard Mr. Turner's secretary greeting Patrick over the phone before inviting him to come straight to the department office to speak with Mr. Turner.

The rest of the day did go as usual, and Patrick was nowhere to be seen. I ignored this as best I could, told Toby I was hoping we could meet for dinner after work, and finished my work. Toby had agreed to meet me at my house at 5:30pm which allowed him to finish his own workday and get cleaned up before picking me up to take me out on the town. OK, we were just going to Chili's, but a date with my man was exactly what I needed.

***

"Baby?" Toby called out into my house. I had just finished pulling on my socks when he walked into my room. "Hey, good-lookin'," he greeted me. "Say, I'm looking for my girlfriend. She's about yea-high," he claimed as he held his hand up to his ear, "gorgeous face, and killer body," he added before taking my hand to help me up off the bed. "Oh, hey! Not sure where she's at, but you'll do," he teased and pulled me into a hug. "Hi, baby. Bad day?"

I nodded against his head and laughed as I felt my tears welling up. Toby knew me too well though. I was trying to get by without crying, but it was too much.

"Baby, let's go to dinner," he encouraged, knowing I wouldn't want it pointed out that I was crying. "Let's see if we can get that corner booth nobody but us lovebirds seem to want." I nodded again. "You good?"

"Yeah," I answered and wiped my face quickly before facing him. I smiled weakly and cupped his cheek. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"All the time, but never enough," he responded and kissed me sweetly. "I love you, Stephanie Marie Morton," he promised and brought me into another loving kiss. I moaned as he held me close. "Come on. Let's go eat and talk and get the daytime stuff done. I want to come back here and rock your nighttime."

"Mmm, I love the way you cover all the bases," I teased and laughed when I saw that he'd recognized my baseball reference.

We sat in that promised corner booth and cozied up while we waited for our food. We weren't about to show the world what we did in private, but we enjoyed touching and holding each other, so we happily did that. There were kids present, and no one batted an eye at our table, so we were cool. Once our food was ordered, I looked up at him, accepted his sweet kiss again, and then proceeded to share with him how things had played out at work.

"So, how was it when Patrick got back?" Toby asked after our entrees had been brought to the table. I had just finished telling him the instructions given to me by Mr. Turner.

"He never came back," I replied and shrugged. "I'm going to do exactly what he told me to do. I'm going to act normal. I am not going in tomorrow, and we're going on a boat trip to remember for a lifetime. And I'll go to work on Friday and act like nothing happened. I was told these things take time, so I'm biding my time. I believe the results will come sooner than later, and I'm putting my trust in Mr. Turner and his team. That's about all I can do."

I took a bite of my burger and groaned. Maybe I was emotional because I was also hungry. I hadn't eaten much at work during lunch, so my burger was hitting a spot I hadn't realized had grown empty. That was one delicious meal. Toby and I ordered and shared a dessert before we made our way back to my house.

After coming around the truck to open my door, Toby held me to himself and began to sway to the music playing behind me. When I realized where it was coming from, I laughed and then cozied up to him. He was holding his phone which was playing a familiar song.

"I love you, and I hope I always make you laugh and smile... and make all the other favorable noises." He added that last part into my ear.

"I love you, and I also hope to always be the one making you groan, growl, and pant through the fantastic orgasms accompanying those noises."

"You know, I happen to be feeling a little pull towards that back door of yours," Toby shared thoughtfully. "Any chance you'd like to head inside to make some of those noises we were just discussing?"

"Can we be all slow and loving this time?" I asked. I knew we could do that. We made love beautifully, but with all the group sex in which we'd been engaging, I just wanted to remind him that I wasn't up for a fast-paced, orgasm-driven time. I wasn't even worried about having sex at all. I needed my man, I needed my partner, and I needed my love.

"That's my favorite way to be with you," he promised and leaned down as he stopped moving to kiss me. "I love this life, baby, I do," he assured me as we made our way into the house. "But, baby? You are my everything. I enjoy the sex. I enjoy the swapping and the orgasms and the hotness of it all, but you are my truest desire. Tonight, I'm going to love you like those other parts of our lives don't exist."

"Show me the way, baby," I encouraged him and ran my hand softly over his ass. "You're so good to me."

"You make it very easy to be," he replied as he turned to take my shirt off. Before I could move on from his shirt, he stopped me and laid me down. For easily 20 minutes, he kissed every inch of my upper body. My bra made its way off at some point, and I was given such tender and amazing treatment that I was nearly in tears. He literally expressed his love through his lips.

I am nothing but fair, so we swapped places, and I gave back as good as he gave it. I kissed everywhere above his waistline, and I may have intentionally made my way to kiss him deeply more than once. To witness it was to almost feel the meaning of love. We were two people who were destined lovers, and I couldn't have been more grateful to have found this soul with whom I'd been matched.

We proceeded to strip until we were naked and positioned ourselves into a hold which enhanced the bond we were sharing as we kissed and touched one another. Eventually, we made love and reached our orgasmic peaks, but oh! all that led up to it was the real highlight.

After Toby had fallen asleep, I heard Lana enter the house. I got up and made my way out to see her and update her about what I'd disclosed in the text I had sent to her while at work. I used code words which we'd developed months earlier, so I wanted to speak freely.

"Hey," I greeted my cousin and cuddled up to her on the couch.

"Hiya," she offered back. "Loverboy sleeping? You must have tired him out, huh?"

"Well, yes, he's asleep, but I don't think I tired him out the way you think I did," I countered. "We had a very intimate experience tonight," I shared and sniffed. "I really love him, Lana. I am gonna spend the rest of my life with him. I can't explain why or how I know, but he's the one." I continued to cry and leaned forward to hold my head in my hands.

"I had a rough day at work, and he held me, took me to dinner so we could sit in the corner booth together at Chili's, danced with me out back, and then brought me inside where we did all the things slowly and sensuously. It was so special, La-la. I can't even describe how different it was."

"Oh, we all know you guys are committed to one another forever," Lana shared and patted my knee. "So, clearly what happened in there isn't what has you emotional. What was with your text today?"

"I finally did it," I responded and met her eyes as I slowly shook my head. "I reported him."

"Oh, finally!" Lana exclaimed and then covered her mouth in hopes that her outburst didn't wake Toby. "What happened?"

I took the time to give her all the details of the day, including Mr. Turner's response. Lana listened intently and nodded when I shared that I was nervous even though I was certain that things would probably be normal at work next time I went in.

"Well, I'm sure it's not Mr. Turner's first time dealing with a situation like this, and you were straight forward about the other employees who were being implicated by the packet being given to him. You did everything right, and Mr. Turner will protect you. Who knows? Maybe things will be even better than you hoped they'd be once he's discovered and gone."

"All I want is for him to be gone, and for my work to be reclaimed as mine," I told her decidedly. "I hate that he was able to get away with it for so long, but I just want justice."

"That's totally understandable, but you can hope, right?" Lana argued.

"Yes, cousin, dear," I accepted and smiled. "Always the overachiever," I teased.

"Yeah, says the girl who got all her holes stuffed at her first group party," Lana muttered rather clearly and nudged me.

"Accuses the girl who also had the same treatment an hour later," I bit back and nudged her. "Slut," I added playfully.

"You know it!" she resolved and raised her arms in the air. "I win!"

"You're a goofball," I teased and laughed as I got up. "I'm going to bed. Be ready by 8:30am tomorrow. Big day! You're gonna love the boat... and everything else!" I sang as I walked away.

"I've never been disappointed yet!" she sang back to me. I closed my door and climbed back into bed with Toby who brought me in closer to himself without even waking up, or at least that's how it seemed. I slept peacefully right up until the alarm went off at 7:30am to get up and get ready.

***

"All aboard!" Mark yelled out from the boat when Shawna, Toby, Lana, and I arrived at Mark and Connie's house. "You guys all set to have a great time today? What a great last day to hit the river, right?!"

"Come on inside before we head out," Connie invited us and waved at Mark to join us as well. I wasn't sure what she was planning by having all six of us in the house, but it turned out to be less sexy than I had originally thought it might be.

"We have all the snacks and drinks here in coolers and bags. Could I get each of you to grab them and take them to the van? Once all of our bags are in it, we'll be set to go. Oh! And don't forget to use the bathroom before we leave. It's a one-hour trip down to our drop off point. There's reading material in the bathrooms as usual!" Lana and I burst out laughing at that since Lana knew those magazines were my first exposure to nudity (per se) before I had discovered the channels and movies there at their house.

***

"So, Lana, Shawna, Toby," Connie addressed the three newbies of the group, "this is your first time on the boat or here at this little piece of heaven we've discovered. We're going to go to our usual spot and drop Steph off who will take on the setup duties for today. Mark will take the rest of us on a tour around the area to show you all the highlights."

"Sounds amazing!" Shawna responded and sat down in the front of the boat to get the best seat (as she'd called it).

"And... if a certain five of you happen to want to get a head start on the joys what we've found to be our favorite part of boating, I won't expect you back for a good hour or so," I teased. "No expectations. Just see where the river takes you."

"Or what it might cause you to take off," Mark suggested and winked at me.

"Everyone got their bags, coolers, and all the food?" Connie asked. "Mark, are the chairs and supplies... oh! There they are! Sorry! I just don't want to miss out! Today is our last day of the year! So much to do and enjoy!"

"Oh, it'll be perfect," Shawna declared and waved Connie over to sit with her up front. I sat with Toby on the little side seating near Mark's captain's chair. Lana was sitting on the chair next to Mark's. She was getting in a good helping of flirting and touching already.

Toby was just holding my hand as we looked around and pointed at things. Lana had stepped over to sit on Mark's lap, and they were rubbing and grinding on one another. Shawna and Connie were hardly acknowledging the scenery. I was surprised their suits were still on. They were definitely making the most of this trip already.

"Have fun!" I yelled as they sped away once all the items staying back at the empty site had been delivered from the boat. Thankfully, Toby and Mark did most of the heavy lifting. Connie and Shawna didn't leave as their positioning made it rather awkward to ask them to stop what they were doing.

"Stay out there and get some," I encouraged. "Lana's hot and ready, and I believe she's pretty ready to take you both on. And when you get back, I hope you know that this horny girlfriend of yours is gonna remind you why you're so lucky to have me."

"I have no doubt," he promised before taking me into his arms to give me a delicious and panty-dripping kiss. "Mmm, love you," he added and then ran back to the boat before Mark and the gang took off without him. Lucky group, I thought to myself. But I was glad they were headed out there. I knew I was going to get plenty when they came back. Mostly, though, I was so happy to be part of this group. I set up the chairs, got the fire started, opened the table and set out the foods that weren't bothered by the weather, and then I sat down to enjoy the sun, the breeze, and some alone time.

I laid my head back and envisioned some guesses of what the group on the boat was doing. I could still feel Toby's lips on mine, so knowing he was either tasting my cousin or having her lips on his dick made me squirm in my chair. Connie and Shawna were always a sight to behold, not to mention I knew exactly what Shawna was feeling with Connie's head between her legs or legs wrapped around her body. Oof, I hoped my swim bottoms didn't leak.

Mark and Toby were likely split-roasting Lana, and all three were groaning with pleasure, or at least that's how my mind was playing it out. If my mind did any more envisioning, I was going to have to take a little trip with a large blanket over to a secluded spot to get myself one of those orgasms the rest of the group were having with the help of the others.

The engine roared as the boat rounded the bend alerting me to their arrival. I slowly slipped my hand back out of my bottoms and stood up to greet them once the boat was beached.

"That was amazing!" Shawna exclaimed once she was on the sand. "I mean, sex is always phenomenal, but when riding the waves too? Shit! That was fantastic!" I held out her favorite can of her alcoholic beverage and smiled when she leaned over to kiss my cheek in appreciation.

"Didja have fun?" I asked Toby when he walked up and stood behind me.

"I came twice, if that's what you mean," Toby responded and leaned forward to kiss my neck. I raised my hand to cup his cheek, but he took my hand, inspected it, and then stuck my two middle fingers into his mouth to suck on them. "Mmm, couldn't wait?"

"Didn't yet," I corrected and nodded. "I was just getting a few tingles out of the way."

"Allow me to lead you over to a certain spot I have been told is where you were to be taken," he requested. "I believe I heard it's up here and over to the left."

"You heard correctly," I confirmed and smiled as he took my hand into his and led me way. Much to my satisfaction, Mark and Connie were close behind.

"I was thinking about this on the way down here," Connie announced as she began taking off her suit (again). "I think we need to give them our tongues, then we can play a little numbers game of our own, and then the two can take us from behind while we're doing that."

I was out of my suit and kneeling on the blanket which had been set out by Mark by the time Connie finished her suggestions. She took her place next to me and began playing with Toby's dick while I gave my attention to Mark's very fine cock.

"Mmm, the only thing finer than this day is the ability to play with these beautiful cocks in the wide open like this," Connie purred as she reached around and brought Toby's body a step closer by grasping his ass and pulling him towards her.

"Fuck, having you ladies kneeling before us makes me feel like I'm a god or something," Toby claimed just before letting out a growl as Connie brought his nice, long, hard member into her mouth.

"Mmm, Steph," Mark moaned and slid his fingers through my hair. "I love what you do with that tongue. Connie's gonna love it too when you... ooo, yeah, baby, just like that." I may have intentionally slid my tongue along his most sensitive spot as he was speaking.

After a few more minutes, I reached over to take Connie's hand. "Mmm, sometimes I don't want to stop tasting this yummy dick," Connie claimed before giving Toby's cock one more kiss, "but then I remember what comes next. Haha, pun totally intended!"

I watched as Connie laid on her back and led my knees to their spaces on either side of her head. Even before I could lean forward to taste her, she'd brought my wet nether region down to her mouth by wrapping her arms around my ass. It was then that I realized this was her move. She wasn't afraid to take what she wanted, and no one in their right mind would argue such a thing. She always aimed to please, and please she did every time.

"Mmm, I love watching those two going at it," Mark shared with Toby. Both men were kneeling at our sides. I knew before long, Mark would take his place behind my ass and Toby would hover near my head so that he could fuck Connie when the time was right. Oh, we were lucky bitches.

"I hope Steph gets at least two out of..."

"Oh!" I screamed and began pulsating against Connie's mouth. "Oh, Connie! Fuck, fuck... FUCK!" I was practically doused with that orgasm as she had latched onto my clit and sucked like it was a lifeline.

"Mmm, that's my girl," Connie encouraged and ran her hands up and down my ass as I gathered my control as best I could.

"Welp," Toby responded and laughed, "there's one. As I was saying, I hope she gets at least two orgasms during this go. Now I know she will after that little move. Shoot, I don't know why I even thought to mention it. I forget sometimes that Connie's aim is very much pleasure oriented. I mean, I don't forget, but I lose track with all these orgasms flying around."

"Mind if we join you?" Lana asked and took her place on the blanket just as Shawna laid it down on the ground next to ours. "We were going to enjoy the quiet and sun, but that sudden outburst revved up our engines, and we're kinda game to participate."

"Mmm, the more, the merrier," Connie cooed as she slid her finger down my ass towards my tiniest hole. "I think we're about to get some penetration all up in these parts. Might be fun to watch. And we sure don't mind being watched, do we?"

"Nothing like a bit of encouragement to spice up the already excellent form of entertainment," Shawna claimed as she took her place beneath Lana. While they didn't often interact, they were clearly welcome to enjoying one another when the moment arose.

"Mark, honey?" Connie addressed her husband. "Care to let me get you ready to fill up our girl with that lovely cock of yours?"

"There will never be a time that I say 'no' to that, my love," he assured her and moaned as she took him into her mouth. I assumed she did. It was the only logical reason she wasn't tasting my needy pussy anymore.

"Toby," I called to my boyfriend and took hold of his cock. "Mmm, baby, not much added stimulation needed there. And Connie's good and ready for you."

With no further ado, I lined up Toby's shaft to slide into my girlfriend's slick hole, and her moans a few seconds later indicated all was good. My moans a few seconds after that indicated that Mark had found his way into me, and I was loving it!

"Ooo, look at them, Lana," Shawna encouraged and groaned. "That's it, Mark! Mmm, take that cock, Connie. They look so beautiful."

"And incredibly pleased!" I screamed as another orgasm slammed into me. Between Mark's dick thrusting into my pulsating sex, and hearing all the sexy things being said, not to mention the moans, grunts, and groans sounding off from everyone involved, I was pushed overboard with pleasure beyond expectation.

One by one, each person had an explosive orgasm. Connie disconnected herself expertly and laid down next to me to catch her breath. We held hands and moaned quietly. Toby sat near me as Mark made his way to the women to allow them to clean him off, per their request.

Several minutes passed by before we got up, got redressed in our swimsuits, and made our way to the beach for food, chairs, and drinks. Mark took his usual position as the bartender, and Connie and Shawna worked seamlessly to prepare our food.

As we ate, a boat slowly approached our location, and upon further inspection, I noticed that it was a police boat, if you will. I wouldn't say he seemed like a rent-a-cop, but he wore a uniform with which I was unfamiliar.

"Hey, Griff," Mark greeted him as he stepped off his boat. "Hungry?"

"Yep," the man answered and shook Mark's hand as he took a plate as if he was simply late to the party. "Thanks for inviting me today."

"It's our last day," Connie announced and smiled up at the sun in the sky. "We're so glad we could make the most of this final good day of the year."

"You've got a good one," Griff agreed. "And hardly anyone out there today. Perfect for you guys."

"Perfect for us," Connie seemed to be correcting him. "Oh, on that note, Mick Griffin? Please allow me to introduce you to Stephanie, Toby, Shawna, and Lana. They're the four I heard Mark telling you about the other day over the phone."

"Oh?" I asked as I finished chewing a chip.

"Yes, he knows, he watches out for us, and yes, assuming you're all interested, he's very ready, it appears," she added as she pointed at the bulge in his shorts, "to participate in a round or two with us when we're finished with lunch."

"Oh, fuck yeah," both Shawna and Lana seemed to mutter simultaneously. I ended up laughing, especially when Toby rolled his eyes.

"We didn't mean for it to be a secret, but we kinda knew you'd be fine with it," Mark explained. I nodded and then shook my head at Toby.

"We don't have to participate," I whispered. Toby thought for a second and shook his head. "Wanna take the boat out?" To this, he nodded happily.

"Mark, could we take the boat out for a bit?" I asked and then looked over at Griff. "It's really nice to meet you. Maybe a raincheck?"

"Lord willing, and the creek don't rise," he answered and nodded.

"Go," Mark encouraged and patted my butt as I took the keys from him. Toby was grabbing a couple cans of soda and a bag of chips we both enjoyed. Neither of us had imbibed with lunch, so I knew we were good to go. "Have a nice time."

"You all should also have a nice time," I responded and winked at Lana.

"Oh, I can already assure you that we will be having a hugely awesome time," Lana shared as she ran her hand over Griff's bulge.

"I know I'll hear all about it," I told Toby when he gave me the look he gives to be sure I'm sure I want to be left out of something. I started up the boat, carefully backed out into the deeper waters, and drove us away from the beach.

"You sure?" Toby asked even though he knew what I would say.

"Absolutely," I promised. "Tobe, the fact that you are comfortable watching or knowing that your mom is having sex nearby or nearly with us is really amazing, but even I feel the need to step away at times. Sometimes, I don't think about it. Sometimes, I shake my head and just laugh quietly to myself that our situation is so odd, but perfect at the same time. And, sometimes, I think there's a limit to how much we should see your mom being skewered or licked. I'm happy for her. I just wanted to use this opportunity to be with my handsome boyfriend and enjoy a beautiful day on the river without all the sex. Some sex, sure, but not entirely made up of it."

"Have I ever told you that I think you're the best girlfriend a guy could have?"

"No, but you've shown me lots of times," I assured him. "I love you, Tobe. Like my whole heart is yours. I love Mark and Connie, and I love my cousin, and I love to entertain our guests with sex and pizza and yummy dessert foods spread all over them to lick and suck off them, but I love you so much more than all that, because you've become my everything. I want all the best things for you, and for us, and for our future together. I'm so excited that we've been given this life."

"Me too," Toby responded and held me close to him. I slowed the boat so that we could just travel slowly and talk too. "I love that we can talk about every single thing and never worry about the reaction because we promised to be truthful always. I have hesitated on occasion, but there are just some difficult subjects to broach."

"More difficult than wondering if you're comfortable watching your mom getting all her holes filled, or me watching you be one of the guys filling all Darcie's holes?"

"Yes, like the idea that one day, perhaps this lifestyle may not be in our best interest," Toby offered. "If I chose to tell you that I think we need to stop being part of these events to focus on us, would that upset you?"

"Do you feel that way?" I asked my boyfriend with a little hesitation.

"Nah, nowhere close," he assured me. "But one day, we may be looking at marriage and a family, you know? What then? What happens when you go off your birth control?"

"Oh, definitely then," I responded. "There are going to be times that we will need to stop, either for that or just to focus on our family." I smiled and looked up at him. "You think about marrying me?"

"Every day," he answered without hesitation. "I know we were meant to be together. I will be making all my big decisions based on that fact. In fact, I think it weekly when I get my paychecks. This money goes in the bank for future savings, this is spending money, and this is date money to take care of my girl."

"Our one hangup will be our four-year school choices," I reminded him. I already had the plan to go to the local college so that I could keep my job and remain in my house. Toby had plans to go to a four-year school based on his baseball scouts.

"I'm 'obeying' your rule to not let the idea of you stop me from achieving my dream, I promise, but I really am planning to get into your chosen school, Steph. And it's not just about you. I want to connect with the job I'll be getting after school, stay close to my mom, and be with you. There are so many reasons to stay close to home."

"But what about what's out there?" I asked, not for the first time.

"Babe, this is my home, and I don't have those same thoughts like a lot of other people do. I don't hate my hometown," Toby reminded me. "I take pride in it. I want to stay close to home for my mom, for my girl, and for the town I'll eventually protect."

"Protect?"

"Babe, I finally made a decision about what I want to do with my life, besides pleasing you, of course."

"You're gonna enter the fire program?"

"Yeah, I got the call yesterday," Toby informed me and smiled. "You know I've been going between the police and fire programs, but that last trip to the station with Chief Summers did it for me. He contacted me personally to let me know I got in. I'll start next summer."

"But... what about baseball, and why didn't you tell me yesterday?" I asked and covered my face. "Oh, my bad workday took precedence."

"It did, but this opportunity was what I was hoping for today," he countered. "Babe, baseball is still happening this coming spring. I'll keep on conditioning and preparing, but it's not like I want to actually play professional baseball. I don't think it's something I would enjoy, nor be good enough to do. Maybe I could, but I don't want that. Does that make sense?" I nodded. "And there are a ton of fun baseball teams I can be on. I promise, Steph. I enjoy the sport, but it was never going to be my everything. You are. I didn't count on you, but I knew I was on the right path when, once I met you and began planning my future, things just fell into place and felt right."

"So, you're going to be in control of more than one huge, hefty hose from now on, hmmm?" I teased as I reached down to fondle is manhood.

"Get the anchor," Toby instructed as he untied his trunks. "I'm about to show you what my hose is capable of."

I purposely bent over so that my ass was in plain view and laughed when he took two steps towards me as I tossed the anchor in the water. Before long, we were making good use of the boat much in the same way the group we'd left behind were making good use of that beach and hidden grassy areas nearby.

It really was a perfect day, and I think that was reinforced on our trip back home as everyone in the van received oral pleasure, including Mark who enjoyed a fascinating blowjob from Lana as the rest of us orally pleased one another right up until we entered the neighborhood. It made me look forward to another road trip. We'd have to plan one for some time soon. I couldn't wait!

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The story continues, and again... very sorry for the delay. Steph's work issues will continue throughout the upcoming chapters, so... *again* I ask you to hold tight and not be upset. For those who know my writing, you know I tend to follow through. It just takes a bit. ????