Love Lessons at Pleasure Point 13

This chapter is longer than most but there are lots of lusty adventures to satisfy your libidinous desires. Please remember to rate and comment. Merci, Petitmort

Paul drove slowly along the tree-covered lane, marveling at the mansions on both sides of the street, each one nestled comfortably in landscaped estates of mature trees and flowering plants.

He was in Atherton, the most affluent of all the suburbs that line the peninsula between San Francisco and San Jose.

Jasmine had texted her home's address to him, which he dutifully put into his phone. Now, he was wondering if the GPS got it wrong.

Each mansion was more stately than the last. They seemed to emerge slowly from behind huge trees and ornate iron gates as he drove past.

He'd just had a heart to heart with Jasmine's mom, Jessica. She wanted to know why he hadn't yet broken off his relationship with her daughter.

He told her he tried, repeatedly, but he just couldn't. His heart wouldn't let him.

Despite his efforts to maintain a friends with benefits status, even sleeping with some of her college friends, their feelings for each other were as strong as ever.

Even stronger.

Now, he'd driven from Pleasure Point to Atherton to pick up Jasmine and take her to Chelsea's family's ranch in Petaluma, where they'd been invited for the weekend.

Paul was planning to use the two-hour drive to have a heart-to-heart with Jasmine. To tell her he was all wrong about not wanting to get emotionally involved.

He'd spent the last hour in the car thinking about what he wanted to say.

His phone led him to a large iron gate with ivy-covered stone walls. He couldn't even see the house from the street.

He pressed the button on the intercom. A moment later, he heard Jasmine's voice through the speaker.

"Yay, you're here! Come on up."

The gate slowly opened and he crept his convertible inside.

The driveway made an arcing entrance, snaking between towering oak trees, until a huge Italianate mansion appeared.

Four stories high, with hipped roofs and an imposing tower, it had bay windows, arched walkways, and a large wooden porch.

Jasmine was standing on the steps outside.

When he got out of the car, she ran up to him and jumped in his arms.

He held her tightly as she wrapped her legs around him.

"I'm so happy you're here," she said.

They kissed. A tender, lingering kiss.

"I almost thought I had the wrong address," he said. "This place is unbelievable."

"Yeah, don't freak out. It's much more comfortable than it looks from the outside."

He let her down, but she kept her body pressed against him.

"It's right out of The Talented Mr. Ripley," he said.

"It's kinda over the top, I know. My parents bought it when my dad got his first big movie deal. He called it 'the house Hollywood bought.'"

"It's amazing."

"C'mon. I'll show you around."

She took him by the arm and led him inside.

The entranceway was as grand as the facade. Enormously tall ceilings, tiled floors, double curved staircases.

"It was built in the 1880s. Technically, it's a Victorian but it's heavily influenced by Italian and Renaissance architecture. You know, like the homes you see in Florence and Milan."

"I wouldn't know."

"Oh, well, it's got all the hallmarks of Romanticism. The porticos, the woodwork, the focus on nature."

"I'll take your word for it," he said, wryly.

She took him through the entranceway past a large sitting room, a library, multiple fireplaces, and a room with a closed door.

"Check this out."

She opened the door to a darkened room.

"Lights," she called out.

The lights came on revealing a screening room, with a large movie screen and assorted couches and chairs.

"Screening."

The lights dimmed.

"Cleaning."

The lights became bright again.

"Never mind," she said. "Turn 'em off."

The room went dark.

She closed the door and led him down the hall.

"When my mom worked at Google, she turned it into a smart home. This is the kitchen."

The huge kitchen had an extension made entirely of glass. The mid-morning sun shone brightly through the glass ceiling.

"Shades," she said.

The glass instantly tinted, shading the bright sun.

"Anyway, my mom put in a lot of gadgets. Come on, I'll show you my room."

She opened a door to the backyard and led him across an expansive patio next to a pool.

"There's a cottage in the back that used to be the servants' quarters. We didn't have servants, so we used it as a guest room. Now, I get to use it. You'll like it, it's in the trees and very secluded."

She gave him a sly look.

A cute little cottage sat nestled near a grove of redwoods.

He smiled. That was Jasmine all over. A nature lover. Just like him.

She opened the door and turned on the light.

"No automated lights?" he chuckled.

"Nah, I don't need all that stuff."

It was a simple, two-room cottage, with a bedroom, kitchenette, and bathroom. Spartan, with a wood-carved, queen poster bed, it had a desk and bookshelves lined with books.

On the desk, a framed black and white photograph showed a man and a young girl of about eight or so. She was looking at a piece of paper and he was listening intently.

"That's my dad and me. I used to write fairy tales and read them to him. He was very supportive."

Paul nodded,

"So this was your room growing up?"

"No, my childhood bedroom was in the house. My mom let me move in here when I was a senior in high school. I think she was trying to build up my independence. She's very strategic that way."

"Oh, I know. She's always thinking three steps ahead."

He looked at the posters on the wall behind her bed. A Van Gogh. A Seurat. Photos of artists, writers, and musicians. Dorothy Parker. Joan Didion. Isabelle Allende. Georgia O'Keefe. Joni Mitchell. A young Bob Dylan.

She threw herself onto her bed, laying back on the pillows.

"So, this is my crib. Whaddya think?"

"I like it," he said, laying next to her. "It reminds me a lot of my friend Maddie's place. With all the books."

"I can't wait to meet Maddie."

"She wants to meet you too."

She lay her hand softly on his chest.

"So, I wanna hear about your internship. How's it going?"

"It's going great. I've already gotten out on the water."

"Really?"

Paul was in the first week of his summer internship at MBARI, the Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute, working as a research apprentice.

"We went out on their boat. Or, their 'research vessel' as they call it."

"What were you doing?"

"Maintaining their oceanographic moorings. Next week, we're gonna prep sensors and then deploy them."

"Cool."

"Yeah, I'm pretty psyched about it. They said I'm gonna help teach an AI machine learning model to identify marine predators. Orcas, sharks, that kind of thing."

She smiled at him.

"I'm so happy for you. It's just what you were hoping for. Doing real research."

He checked out her walls.

"So, how come you have a picture of Steph Curry on your wall?"

She looked at the picture.

"He's one of my heroes. He gave me my first job."

"He what?" he chuckled.

"When I was a sophomore, I babysat his kids. Not at night, just during the day. They live next door."

"You live next door to Steph Curry?"

"Yep. He's great. One of the nicest people you'll ever meet. Why, are you a fan?"

"I'm a huge Warriors fan."

"Oh. Well, I'll introduce you sometime. He's kinda busy right now though. The Dubs are doing well this year."

"I'll say. They're going to the Finals. They may win it all."

"Yeah. My mom's going to the game next week. She's pretty excited."

"Your mom's going to the NBA Finals?"

"She wanted me to go with her but I'll be in France."

She made a pouty face.

"Are they good seats?"

She chuckled.

"Uh, yeah. Steph gave 'em to her so... they're really good. Court-side. Near the bench."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Nope. You should talk to my mom. Maybe you can go with her."

"That'd be amazing."

"Although she might be going with someone else. I dunno, I think she might have a male friend over in Pleasure Point."

Paul froze.

"Oh really?" he asked.

"She hasn't said anything, but I get this feeling there's someone over there who's... lighting her fire. If you know what I mean."

"What makes you say that?" he asked, casually.

"Well, she's spending a lot more time at the beach house than she ever has, for one thing. And she comes back so friggin' happy. The kind of happy that comes from having sex with someone who really knows what he's doing."

"Maybe she just enjoys being near the ocean," Paul said, gulping.

"No, this is something more. I can tell. My guess is she's got a hot lover in Pleasure Point who's really good in the sack."

Paul looked for a way to change the subject.

"So, are you excited about going to France?"

"Yeah, it's always fun. I love spending time with my grandparents."

"Will you get a chance to write?"

"Oh yeah. I always write a lot there. There's not that much else to do. They live in the country. It's really quiet. I'll probably go into Paris though."

"Yeah?"

"It's just a couple hours by bullet train. Pierre invited me."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I've been meaning to tell you. I reached out to him. Told him I was gonna be in Normandy. He said he wants to throw a dinner party in my honor. Invite some of his friends in the film biz."

"Oh. Are you gonna do it?"

"Sure. If it happens. It's really generous of him."

"And will his wife be there?"

"No idea. It doesn't sound like it. He said something about her being at their beach house."

"Where will you stay?"

"Not sure yet. Why are you asking all these logistical questions? I don't even know when it's gonna happen. Or, if it's gonna happen."

"Sorry, my head's all over the place."

He took a deep breath.

"Shouldn't we be heading up to Petaluma soon?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, I need to talk to you about that."

She ran her fingers over his chest.

"I had a long conversation with Chelsea this morning and it's sounding a lot less fun than it was."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she told me her dad has some pretty strict rules about overnight guests. You and I wouldn't be able to sleep together. In fact, you wouldn't be allowed to sleep in the house."

"Where would I sleep? In the barn?"

"No," she chuckled, "you'd have to sleep in something called the bunkhouse. And Chels and I wouldn't be allowed in the bunkhouse while you're there. Especially at night."

"Jesus, that is strict."

"It's because we're not married. Unmarried couples, sleeping under the same roof, is a big no-no, I guess. Anyway, I told Chels that wasn't how I wanted to spend our last weekend together."

"Definitely not."

"But I felt bad about bailing on her altogether. So, I told her she could come visit us here instead. Is that okay?"

He turned his head to face her.

"I was looking forward to spending some time alone with you," he said, softly. "Before you leave on your trip."

She smiled.

"Totally. I want that too. How 'bout we tell her just to come for the day. Then, you and I could have all day tomorrow together."

"Yeah, sure. That'd be good."

"OK," she smiled. "I'll give her a call."

She sat up and pulled out her phone. He got up and checked out the books on her shelves.

He took a deep breath. He was planning to use the long drive to Petaluma to have some one-on-one time with her.

There was a lot they needed to discuss.

His feelings for her were changing. Deepening. Earlier that morning, he'd told her mom he thought he was falling in love with her.

It was weird telling her mom that before saying anything to Jasmine. But he and Jessica had been lovers for months now, and he felt she had a right to know.

Needless to say, his relationship with Jessica would be changing dramatically.

Not that he was planning to tell Jasmine any of this. He and Jessica both wanted to keep their relationship secret from her.

He was also on the verge of breaking up with Meredith, his erstwhile girlfriend. They'd been on a break for a while now, and when they did talk, they weren't getting along. Their conversations almost always degenerated into spats.

So, after months of telling Jasmine he wanted an open relationship, and encouraging her to develop relationships with other people, he was rethinking all of that.

These were the thoughts that were ricocheting around his brain as he stared at the books on her bookshelf.

There's so much I need to tell her.

Before she jets off to spend a month in France.

And takes a bullet train to Paris to spend the evening with Pierre and his film friends.

He breathed a sigh. He'd never even been to France. Hell, he'd never been out of the country.

He glanced at the book titles on her shelves. Fiction and non-fiction, both in English and French. Shakespeare, Dickens, Proust, Camus, Dumas, Chekhov. Tolstoy. Austen, Fitzgerald, Sontag, Didion. There were books on writing, collections of short stories, poetry.

He didn't see a single book that he'd read. Most he hadn't even heard of.

She's so fucking well-read. She spends her time reading literature while I... play video games.

He looked at the mansion outside her window.

Her house looks like a castle, for chrissakes. She lives on an estate in Atherton. Next door to one of the most famous athletes in the world.

Her mom's a big shot philanthropist. Her dad was a world famous author.

He thought about his own foster parents. His mom was a housewife struggling with alcoholism. His dad was a failed businessman. They lived in a tract house in Tuscon.

Paul's imposter syndrome was in overdrive.

What the hell am I doing here? She's so far above me. Who am I kidding?

He felt like a poker player who'd just gone all in, then suddenly realized he didn't have the cards.

The next thing he knew, he could feel Jasmine behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"It's all set," she said, laying her head against his back. "Chels is just gonna spend the day with us. She's already en route. Then, she'll go back home and we'll have some time to ourselves."

Paul didn't respond. She could sense he was far away.

"I think it'll be really fun hanging with Chels. She likes you so much."

Paul just nodded.

"We can go for a walk. Hang by the pool. Get some food. Whatever we feel like."

"Mmmm," Paul murmured.

She ran her hands under his shirt, feeling his broad chest.

"She said she'd love to get another love lesson from you."

Her voice was soft, whispering.

"She said you're such an amazing teacher. You already taught her a lot, but there's still more she wants to learn."

She was caressing his pecs with both hands, pressing herself against him.

"What was it like?" she whispered. "Making love to her for the first time? Was she really tight?"

Paul gulped.

"Mmmm-hmmm."

"Did she get really wet?"

Paul nodded.

"I bet she did. A tight... wet... virgin pussy. That must have felt so good."

"Mmmmm," he murmured.

Her hands drifted down over his abs, under the waist band of his shorts.

"She said you made love to her so many different ways, she lost count. And every way you did it, you made her cum so hard."

Paul gulped.

"They did say there was one thing she never got a chance to do."

"What's that?" he gasped.

"Suck your cock."

"Oh."

Her hands were softly caressing his cock. He was getting long. And hard.

"She said there's nothing she wants more than to take you in her mouth and make you really, really hard. It's funny, I don't think she's ever given a guy a blow job before. I'm not sure she knows how. But she wants to try. With you."

Paul swallowed hard. She was rubbing his cock head with her fingertips.

"I told her I'd be happy to give her some love lessons. How to give great head. And that maybe... if you're up for it... we could practice on you."

Her words, and her caresses, were making him so hard.

"Would you like that? Feeling two mouths on your cock at the same time? Two tongues. Kissing... and licking... and sucking you."

She was stroking him with two hands now, sliding her fingers up and down his swollen cock.

"And then, if you want, you could fuck her. Her tight, wet pussy. I'd like to watch you fuck her. Watch you make her cum."

Her hands were sliding up and down the length of his cock. He was huge.

He suddenly turned and faced her. She looked up at him, surprised.

"You don't need to do this you know," he said.

He was breathing hard, looking at her with searching eyes.

"Do what?"

"Push other women at me."

"I'm not pushing other women at you."

"What are you doing then?"

"I'm using fantasy to turn you on. Just like you do for me."

He thought about this. It was true. He did do it for her.

He role-played as her newlywed husband before they made love in Berkeley.

He pretended to be Pierre when he fucked her from behind in Big Sur.

"You're right," he said, shaking is head. "I just... I just want you to know, you're the one I want."

"And you're the one I want," she shrugged.

"I don't need anyone else. Just you. You're enough for me."

She leaned back, looking up at him.

"Oh, now I'm enough for you?"

"Yeah."

"After weeks of telling me you wanted to be free to experience other people? And sleeping with three of my friends from school?"

He looked down, embarrassed.

"Um, yeah."

"You do see the irony in that, right?"

"I do. But I did that cause I was trying to make a point. I feel differently now."

"What point were you trying to make?"

"That we should be free to experience other people. Cause we weren't a couple."

"And what's changed?"

"Now, I want us to be a couple."

She looked him in the eyes, squinting.

"Why are you telling me this now? Is it because I'm about to go to Europe for a month?"

"I dunno. Maybe that's part of the reason."

"Cause I'm having a hard time keeping up with your rules."

"They aren't my rules. I'm just telling you how I feel."

"And now you feel like I shouldn't experience other people, is that it?"

"No, I'm talking about how I feel. Not telling you how to live. Why? Are you planning on experiencing Pierre?"

"I'm not planning on anything. But what if I did? How is that any different from what you did with Sophia?"

"It's no different. Look, this is coming out all wrong. This isn't what I wanted to say to you."

She blinked her eyes, trying to understand.

"OK," she said, "let's sit down and talk. What's going on with you? This is isn't like you."

He sat next to her on the bed.

"I know. I just feel a little... weird."

"Why?"

"I'm just feeling like... I don't know... a fish out of water."

"What do you mean?"

He looked out the window.

"When you were on the phone, I was thinking about were I am. The mansions. The smart home. The celebrities next door. Even the books on your shelves. It all feels so... out of my league."

She looked at him and sighed.

"All that stuff?" she said, gesturing out the window. "That's not me. OK? I mean... this place may look like a castle but, believe me, I'm no princess. My mom may be rich, but I have to work at the campus bookstore to support myself. This room? This is me. Cheap posters on the wall. A simple bed. A handful of books I nicked from my dad's library. Don't ever feel like you have to have money to be with me, Paul. Cause I have no money."

He looked at her and nodded.

"You don't act like a spoiled rich kid. That's for sure."

"Cause I'm not. My mom doesn't give me money on purpose. She wants me to grow up normal."

"Well, I don't know about normal," he smiled. "But you definitely aren't spoiled."

She put her hand on his thigh, squeezing it.

"Is that all that's bothering you?"

He looked at her and took a breath.

"Well... when I think about you spending the evening at Pierre's apartment, I get... worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"I've seen him slobbering all over you. In the hot tub."

"He wasn't slobbering."

"Practically. You know he'd give his left nut to have sex with you."

"Sure, he came on to me in the Japanese Hot Baths. And guess what? I said no."

"Well, I can pretty much guarantee he's gonna come on to you again. I can hear it. 'Stay the night in my apartment, I've got plenty of room!'"

She looked at him, nodding.

"To be honest, he did invite me to stay there. But that doesn't mean I have to take him up on it."

"You know how he is. He's nothing if not persistent. Why can't you guys have dinner at a restaurant? Instead of his apartment?"

"It's his party, not mine. He gets to decide. Besides, I really want to see his apartment. I told you I'm working on a story about him and his sister. A lot of it takes place in that apartment and I feel like I need the visual reference."

"An apartment's an apartment."

"Well, he told me he and his sister used to spy on their mother's sexual escapades. How does one do that? I mean just... geographically. I want to get the lay of the land."

"So you wanna do some research?"

"Yeah."

Paul nodded. He admired her diligence anyway.

She lay back on the bed, looking up at him.

"I'm not interested in older men. But he's offered to help with my career and I'd be stupid not to take him up on it."

He lay next to her.

"You're not interested in older men. Except me, you mean."

"Well, yeah. But you're what... two and a half years older?"

"Almost three."

"Oh, I stand corrected. So much older."

She slipped her hand under his shirt, feeling his abs and chest.

"I like it when you tell me what you're feeling," she whispered. "I feel so close to you right now."

"Me too."

She moved her lips next to his ear.

"Will you make love to me?" she whispered. "I need to feel you inside me."

"How long before Chelsea gets here?"

"I'm not sure. About an hour, I think."

He looked at her and smiled.

"Let's get naked."

She helped him peel off his shirt and he pulled her shorts and panties over her hips and down her legs.

She was fully shaved and her pussy looked like it was already wet.

"You look good enough to eat," he said, smiling.

They got on the bed and he lowered himself between her legs.

His first lick of her pussy made her moan and arch her back.

He reached for a pillow, slipping it under her hips, raising her pussy to give him better access.

He supported himself on his forearms and licked her pussy for the longest time.

He raised himself onto his knees, kneeling between her legs, holding his cock in one hand.

He was long and stiff, the head swollen like a ripe plum.

He tapped the head on her glistening pussy, awakening her clit.

Her breath was ragged in anticipation of what was to come.

He lowered himself on top of her, guiding the head of his cock to her lips.

She wrapped her legs around his back.

He sunk his huge cock into her wetness.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

With her hips still raised on the pillow, he was able to penetrate her deeply.

He leaned forward on his elbows, kissing her deeply on the lips.

His pelvis was pumping her with long, deep strokes.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! God, you feel good!" she moaned.

He was looking deeply into her eyes, kissing her mouth and face.

"We're made for each other, Jas!" he groaned.

She smiled and closed her eyes. She loved feeling the weight of his body against hers. Feeling his cock pushing into her wet folds.

She never grew tired of that feeling.

"Do that thing where you kneel," she gasped.

He knew exactly what she meant. They'd made love so many times, in so many ways, they'd developed a kind of sexual shorthand. An illicit love language.

He slipped his strong arm under her and raised himself to his knees. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, so she was lifted up too.

They were sitting up now and she was straddling him, sitting on his erect cock and wrapping her arms and legs around him in a tight embrace.

Their fucking never missed a beat.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as their bodies moved in unison.

She loved this position because it was so intimate. They were face to face, gazing into each other's eyes. Breathing each other's breath. Completely and utterly connected.

And she loved how deep he went.

She was effectively sitting on his cock, her thighs pressed against his. She could feel every inch of his impressive length.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried.

She also liked that she was able to control the movement. Instead of him thrusting into her, she was undulating her body, sliding her pussy back and forth.

"I love how you feel inside me," she moaned. "No one's ever felt so good!"

She leaned back, supporting herself with one hand on the bed. She was grinding her pussy against his pelvis.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried.

Her first orgasm came fast and furious.

He held her in his arms as her body shook like a leaf.

When her body finally relaxed, he decided to change it up. She'd been doing most of the work. Now it was his turn.

"Hold on," he said.

He reached his arms under her thighs and raised himself high on his knees.

She was off the bed now, being suspended in his muscular arms.

He began to thrust his cock into her, his pelvis slapping against her thighs.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh, God yes!"

Her mouth was wide open as he jackhammered her.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeee!" she yelled.

She couldn't believe how deep he was, how thoroughly he was fucking her.

He kept it up, knifing his rock hard cock deep into her warm, wet pussy.

"I'm cummmmmmmminnnnnggggg!" she cried out.

When he finally tired, he pivoted to sit on the edge of the bed, his back straight and his feet on the floor.

She knelt on the bed, straddling him.

She'd been taking him so deep for so long, she was happy to control the depth of penetration once again.

She was on her knees, facing him, taking just the head and a few inches of his cock into her pussy. He was so long, that was plenty. For now.

She rotated her hips, massaging the head of his cock with her pussy. Because she was high on her knees, her chest was at the level of his face.

Her arms were cradling his head and she was hugging his face to her bare breasts.

As she raised and lowered herself onto his hard shaft, she was rubbing her nipples over his face. Over his mouth. Over his lips.

He licked and sucked her nipples as his hands explored her body.

He was cupping her gorgeous ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them. He let the tips of his fingers slide between them, feeling her crack.

When his fingertips tickled her asshole, she moaned loudly.

"You like that?" he asked. "You want me to play with your ass?"

She nodded, unable to form words through her moans.

She raised and lowered herself on his cock a bit faster.

He slipped the tip of his index finger inside of her.

She gasped.

She rocked her hips even faster. She was close to cumming yet again.

He pushed his finger further inside her, and then pulled it out. Then back in. Pulsing.

She moaned loudly.

He tilted his head back, looking up at her face. She kissed him full on the lips.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth. And back out. Synchronized with his finger.

He was penetrating her at the same pace in all three holes.

She let out a groan and started fucking him like a wild woman.

The thought of what he was doing was nasty enough to tip her over into another orgasm.

She began to suck his tongue hungrily.

She pressed her ass against this probing finger.

And she squeezed her pussy around his cock.

Her entire body began to shake.

She let out a shriek.

She was convulsing now, her orgasm rifling through her body.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyeeee!" she screamed.

He didn't stop until her body went completely limp.

He lay her down on the bed, wrapping his strong arms around her naked body. 


They lay together, their bodies intertwined, catching their breath.

This was the perfect time to tell her how he felt about her. How his feelings for her were changing. How they were growing.

He didn't want to be friends with benefits or part-time lovers anymore. He wanted to take the next step.

Whatever that meant.

He gently removing her hair from her face, mustering the courage to tell her, when her phone buzzed.

She picked it up and looked at it.

"It's Chelsea. She's at the gate."

She tapped her phone to let her in.

She snuggled close to him.

"Sorry to cut this short, that was... incredible."

"No problem. I understand."

"Was there something you were gonna say?" she asked, starting to put on her t-shirt.

He looked at her, considering.

"No, just... I thought it was incredible too."

She smiled, leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.

"We'll have to get back to this later. You didn't cum, did you?"

He smiled.

"No, I was saving myself. I thought we had a bit more time. I miscalculated."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I loved it. You know I love making you cum."

"I know you do. I'll make it up to you later."

"Deal. Go see Chels."

She got up and started to put on her jeans.

By the time Paul dressed and made his way to the house, Jasmine and Chelsea had settled in the kitchen.

Chelsea saw him and jumped up to give him a hug.

He noticed she pressed her entire body against him. He wondered if she could feel his cock which was still semi-hard from making love with Jasmine.

When she disengaged, she took a furtive look at his crotch.

That answers that question, he thought to himself.

"We thought we'd make some lunch and then hang by the pool," Jasmine said.

"I can go pick something up," Paul said. "Give you guys a chance to talk." 


"You sure?"

"Yeah. Maybe I can make a big salad we can share?"

"Salad sounds great. Chels?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Just point me to the nearest grocery store."

"Safeway's closest, but Draeger's has the best produce. It's pricey though."

"Don't worry about it. It's on me."

Paul knew Jasmine was trying to save money before her trip to France. He'd cashed out some of the Apple stock Emily donated to his "college fund".

He wanted to make Jasmine's last weekend special.

He drove to Menlo Park, the town adjacent to Atherton, and found Draeger's on Santa Cruz Avenue. He could tell by the Teslas, Porsches, and Mercedes in the parking lot that this was where the elite shopped.

Inside, he grabbed a basket and found an ocean of produce to choose from.

He set about finding the perfect ingredients.

Meanwhile, Jasmine and Chelsea worked to get the patio set up for the afternoon.

Jasmine stocked the outdoor refrigerator with beverages while Chelsea fitted the outdoor sectional with sheets that Jasmine provided.

They wanted to be free to use lots of oils without worrying about staining the furniture.

Jasmine turned on the outdoor speakers, choosing a channel with an eclectic mix of Hip Hop and Rock.

With the work all done, and Paul still getting the food, they sat on the sectional and had a drink.

"I've got butterflies in my stomach," Chelsea said.

"Why? You're with friends."

"I know, it's just... when I gave Paul a hug, I could feel he was already hard."

"Oh, yeah. We were in the middle of doing it when you arrived. We kinda lost track of time."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! You should've just finished. I could've waited."

"No, that's okay. I told him I'd make it up to him. Besides, he'll be all the hornier this afternoon."

She gave Chelsea a sly smile.

Chelsea gulped.

"What's Paul like when he hornier?"

Jasmine raised her eyebrows.

"Well, he gets big for one thing."

"Big? He's already big."

"Yeah, I know. But when he hasn't done it for while, or gets interrupted like he was today, he gets really big."

"Oh God," Chelsea said, squirming in her seat.

"And, he wants to do it over and over. He gets kinda insatiable."

"Over and over?"

"Yeah," Jas shrugged. "Just be prepared to cum a lot."

When Paul got back from the store, he unloaded the food on the kitchen counter.

"Holy Cow!" Jasmine exclaimed. "They say never go grocery shopping when you're hungry. Apparently, you shouldn't go when you're horny either."

She held up a bunch of carrots in one hand and a cucumber in the other.

"Gee, what do all these veggies have in common?" she laughed.

She picked up an English cucumber. It was more than a foot long.

"This one reminds me of you, Paul."

Chelsea gasped, imperceptibly.

"I figured you might want some visual aids for your love lesson. I got a variety of sizes."

He gave her a sly smile.

"Why don't you guys go relax and I'll make the salad."

Jasmine gave Paul a pat on the back.

"You don't have to ask me twice. I'll set the table outside."

Paul prepared a big green salad and brought it out to the patio in a large serving bowl.

Jasmine and Chelsea were sitting by the pool, chatting.

Chelsea had taken off her cover up and was wearing a new bathing suit. A micro bikini with thong bottoms. She looked... incredible.

Jasmine was in her own skimpy bikini. The one she wore at the Ventana.

"Doesn't Chelsea look hot in her new bikini? Stand up and show him."

She stood up, and turned around.

"Yeah," he said, serving the salad. "You look amazing. Smokin'".

She smiled, bashfully.

"I bought it online and had to hide it from my parents. It shows so much."

"I think it's really becoming," Jas said. "It makes your breasts look voluptuous. Doesn't it, Paul?"

"Definitely," he said, handing plates of salad to both of them.

"Of course, we don't need to wear our suits here. The pool's completely private. No one can see anything."

Chelsea shifted in her seat.

"Well, I can't go back with a sunburn all over my private parts. My mom would kill me."

"Don't worry, we've got lots of sunscreen. Lotions, oils, creams. You name it. And, I bet Paul would be happy to help put it on. Wouldn't you, Paul?"

"Whatever you need."

"Whatever we need?" Jasmine said, eyebrows raised. "Well, that opens a whole realm of possibilities."

Paul smiled and took a bite of salad.

"I would like to try a little bit of nude sunbathing," Chelsea said. "Can't do that at home, that's for sure. I just need a whole lot of oil. Or lotion. Or cream."

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"No problem. I'll bring out a bunch of different options. We can experiment and see which ones we like best."

"I brought my massage oils too," Paul added. "If anyone's in the mood for a massage."

"Ooh," Jasmine said, looking at Chelsea. "You've had the pleasure of a Paul massage, haven't you Chels? Both inside and out?"

Chelsea looked at Jasmine, wide-eyed. She was flashing on an memory of Paul stroking her with his hard cock. Making her cum.

"What?" she asked, breathily.

"One of Paul's deep tissue massages? Both inside my mom's bedroom and outside in the gazebo?"

"No, we never did it outside in the gazebo," she gasped. "Did we, Paul?"

"Nope, we didn't get a chance."

"Oh that's right," Jas said. "You missed out on the gazebo experience. Well, you'll have to experience him here on the patio then. There's nothing quite like one of Paul's deep massages in the great outdoors. Deep massage or deep tissue massage? Which is it?"

"Deep tissue," Paul nodded. "Really deep tissue."

Chelsea's chest was heaving now, and she was getting wet.

"Not everyone likes it when Paul goes really deep. It walks the line between pain and pleasure. I, for one, love it. And I know Paul loves doing it."

Chelsea looked from Jasmine to Paul, gasping.

"It has a lot of benefits," Paul nodded. "It helps reduce stress, improves your sleep, and just leads to an overall sense of well-being."

"I just know when he does it to me," Jasmine said, "it always leaves me feeling completely satisfied."

"Wait," Chelsea asked, "are we still talking about massage?"

They all laughed.

With lunch done, Jasmine got up to clear the dishes.

"I'll clean up, Paul, you relax. You've earned it!"

While she and Chelsea took the dishes back to the kitchen, Paul got ready to hang out by the pool. Then he remembered, his overnight bag was still in the trunk of his car.

That seemed like an awfully long way to go.

So he decided to just strip and take a swim in the buff.

Inside the kitchen, Jas and Chels heard a splash.

Jas looked out the window, squinting.

"Is he?" she muttered.

"Is he what?"

"I can't tell from here, but I think Paul might be skinny dipping."

Chelsea practically ran to the window.

Sure enough, she could see his bare ass swaying side to side as he swam freestyle from one end of the pool to the other.

She was still staring when he boosted himself out of the pool, his long cock swinging between his legs.

"Oh my God," Chelsea gasped.

She continued to watch him as he dragged a lounger to face the sun, then lay back on it, his eyes closed.

"That may be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Well, let's go join him," Jasmine said, smiling.

They walked outside, with Jasmine toting a canvas beach bag.

"You're making that lounge chair look pretty damn good," she said.

Paul was laying with his arms and legs spread, his limbs looking sinewy and athletic. His shoulders were broad and muscled, his chest sparkling with beads of water.

And his cock looked amazing. Long and thick, the head big and bulbous, his balls big and robust.

"This is the photo they should show in their advertising," Jasmine said, framing a picture with her hands. "These chairs would sell out in a day."

Paul smiled and pretended to cover himself, modestly. But he immediately resumed his position, spread wide with his eyes closed.

Jasmine positioned the other two loungers so they were facing him.

"I'm gonna start giving Chels her love lesson, if you don't mind."

"Go ahead," Paul said, his eyes still closed. "I'm just chillin'".

"Have a seat, Chels."

Chelsea went to get in the third lounger, flashing her backside. Her thong was embedded in her crack making her ass look completely bare.

"That suit makes your ass look amazing," Jas said. "Don't you think, Paul?"

"Her boobs too," Paul said, his eyes closed. "Very hot."

He reached down and adjusted his cock so it nestled between his thighs, giving it a quick stroke.

Jas looked at Chels and raised her eyebrows.

He must have thought, since his eyes were closed, no one could see him.

While Paul dozed, Jas put the beach bag beside her chair.

"I have a wide selection of sun protection. When you're ready. And, I brought some props for our lesson."

She reached in the bag and pulled out two enormous carrots. She handed one of them to Chelsea.

Jas wrapped her lips around the end of the carrot, releasing it with a smack.

"So, you want to learn how to give great head," she smiled.

Chels leaned back and nodded. From where she was sitting, she was looking right between Paul's spread legs with a perfect view of his gorgeous cock.

"I should start by telling you that one of my favorite things in life is sucking Paul's cock. Full stop. I love seeing and feeling him as I'm giving him total pleasure."

Chelsea swallowed. So did Paul.

"Why do men love blow jobs so much? Because the act itself feels like sex, but it's a very different experience. They have complete license to sit back, relax and enjoy it."

Chelsea was listening carefully.

"Men are largely visual creatures, responding first and foremost to what they see. And one thing they love seeing is their cock sliding in and out of your mouth."

She slowly slid her carrot into her mouth and pulled it back out. Chelsea was mimicking her.

"Now, your mouth, wet and warm as it is, feels a lot like a pussy, though it has the added attractions of your lips and tongue, which you can put to incredible use as lovemaking tools."

Chelsea just looked at Jasmine and smiled.

This was a familiar experience for her, laying back and listening to Jasmine talk. She'd experienced it many times, laying in bed at night, in their shared bedroom in Berkeley. Jasmine would tell stories and Chelsea'd be transported on a kind of fantastical adventure. An adventure usually involving men and love and sex.

In her bed at night, laying in darkness, Chelsea was free to touch herself, fingering her pussy as Jasmine's words flowed over her. Finding sweet relief by slipping her fingers into her warm, wet folds.

"How do you become a blow job queen? Listen and learn."

Jasmine was enjoying herself. She was a born storyteller. She got that from her dad. She loved to move people with her words. The fact that her words alone could inspire Chelsea in such a way was, in a strange way, validating.

She figured she must be doing something right if her words alone could compel Chelsea to get herself off, if her stories moved her enough so that she had to touch herself, beneath the blankets in their darkened bedroom.

She would hear Chelsea's breathing change, becoming more ragged, and see her blankets moving as she started to play with herself. And then, after her stories had ended, she'd fall asleep to the sounds of Chelsea quietly bringing herself to orgasm, gasping and grunting late into the night.

Jasmine developed a special bond with Chelsea as a result of these sessions. She felt a bit like a teacher, a kind of coital coach, whose stories not only entertained but were love lessons that Chelsea could use throughout her life.

She was eager to see what effect this particular love lesson would have on her. And on Paul.

"First of all, you gotta put your heart into it. Guys love the idea that a woman is in love with his dick. How do you do that? Well, for one, you make the first move. Give him a surprise blow job when walks in the door. Or, wake him up in the morning with a good dick sucking."

Jas could see Chelsea biting her lip and Paul's chest start to heave.

"Instead of sitting around watching TV, lean over and whisper in his ear 'I'd much rather have your cock in my mouth right now.' Or, when you're riding in his car, ask him 'can we go somewhere private? I desperately need to suck your cock.'"

"Have you done that?" Chelsea asked.

"Um, yeah. Multiple times."

Paul nodded his head, his eyes still closed.

"And keep that same attitude when you're actually giving him head. Moan and groan. Look him in the eyes with a lusty smile. Take his cock out of your mouth and rub it on your tits. Show him how hot it makes you to be pleasuring him."

Jasmine wrapped her lips around her carrot, then pulled it out and began to slowly rub it on her breasts. Chelsea followed suit.

"You've heard the expression 'the best blow jobs are the wettest blow jobs?' Well, it's true. Just like when he's eating you out and making you cum with his mouth, it's gotta be wet to feel good. Use lots and lots of spit."

"Lots of spit. Got it."

"Now, the head and the frenulum are the most sensitive parts of a man's cock. The frenulum is the V-shape on the underside where the head meets the shaft. It's the male equivalent to the clit, so pay attention to those parts with your tongue and lips."

Jasmine pointed to the tip of her carrot and began tickling the underside of the tip with her tongue. Chelsea copied her.

"And when you do suck his cock, do it like you mean it. Like you worship it. Purse your lips and let it push inside. Then encircle it with your tongue. French kiss the head and swirl your tongue all over it. Kiss it, suck on it, swirl your tongue around it, over it, under it. Every which way."

Jasmine demonstrated.

"Now, you try."

Chelsea took the tip of her carrot into her mouth and began to tongue it.

"Good. Now, French kiss it. That's it. Let me hear you moan like you love what you're doing."

Chelsea began whimpering with a sexy high-pitched voice.

Paul's cock flopped onto his thigh, long and thick. Chelsea stared at it, wide-eyed.

"While the head and frenulum can feel pleasure from a light touch, the shaft needs a little more pressure. Use your hands along with your mouth, firmly wrapping your hand around the base of his cock."

Jasmine pulled a cucumber out of her bag to demonstrate.

"This one's a bit more size appropriate. Make an okay sign with your thumb and forefinger, then bring your lips down to meet your hand. I can't get my fingers all the way around Paul's cock, but you get the idea. Keep your mouth and your hand glued together while you move up and down his cock. This is a tried and true way to make a guy cum."

Paul nodded again.

"Another technique is to swirl your tongue around the head and use your hands to stroke the shaft. Twist your wrist as you move along his shaft instead of just going up and down. If you can twist your head a bit too, that's even better. Paul really likes that."

Paul nodded again. His cock was getting bigger before their eyes.

"And when you have his cock in your mouth, make a little eye contact. Not all the time, that might look a little creepy. Just... give him a look now and then with an expression that says 'you make me so hot, I wanna fuck your brains out'".

"How long should a blow job last?" Chelsea asked.

"Good question. There's no set timeframe. Some blowjobs are quick and dirty. Just get 'em hard so we can fuck. Others last much longer and are the main event itself. Either way, the very best blow jobs, the ones that are truly memorable, are the ones where you make 'em cum."

Jasmine nodded.

"I heard that some people swallow and some don't. What's the right way?"

"There's no right way. Whatever feels right for you. You should never feel pressure to do anything in bed you're not comfortable with. It's your body. Your sex life. You decide."

"What do you do? As far as swallowing is concerned?"

"I switch it up. I really like how it feels when Paul cums in my mouth. It makes me feel really connected to him. But sometimes I'm not in the mood for all that cum. He cums more than the average guy. So, depending on my mood, I'll either let him fuck my face and just let him fill me up with his cum. Or, I'll let him spray his cum wherever he wants. On my tits. On my stomach. On my ass. All over my back. Wherever."

"Wow."

"There's nothing sexier than feeling Paul cover you with his cum. It's so warm and comforting. But I also love the way it tastes. So, I like both."

Paul's cock was now rock hard, pointing to his chin.

"It looks like Paul is enjoying our little lesson."

"So am I," Chelsea said. "I'm so wet."

"Me too, truth be told," Jasmine smiled. "Shall we try doing some of the things we talked about? If Paul's agreeable?"

Chelsea looked hesitant.

"Or, maybe you can watch me," Jasmine added, "and join in if you're up for it."

Chelsea nodded.

"Sure."

Jasmine got up and sat on the edge of Paul's lounger. She ran her fingers gently along his inner thigh.

"Paul, I'm going to demonstrate some of the things we talked about. And Chelsea might join in too. You okay with that?"

He lifted his head to look at her.

"Have at it," he murmured.

Jasmine smiled.

"Oh, and a couple of last things. Don't forget his balls. It's not just about his cock. The balls are important too. And don't forget to have fun with it!"

She got on her hands and knees, and kissed him softly on this thighs, his pelvis, and his abdomen. All around, but not on, his cock.

"Remember to start slow. Build the anticipation."

Then she stuck out her tongue and ever so softly ran it up his shaft, slowly, from the base to the head.

Paul squirmed and groaned.

"Why don't you come up and sit on the other side. So you can get a better view."

Chelsea got up hesitantly and sat on the other side of Paul.

"Now, I'm gonna kiss his shaft and then take him in my mouth. Like we talked about."

She kissed her way up his shaft, using her tongue. Then she slowly wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue.

"Do you wanna give it a try?"

Chelsea planted a kiss on the base, then halfway up, then at the top.

"Now, remember the enthusiasm we talked about. Make him believe you're in love with his cock. You worship it. Like this."

She started French kissing his cock from the bottom to the tip, moaning as she went.

Chelsea took a deep breath.

She stood him up using two hands and began kissing him passionately, using her tongue. She was moaning too, and rubbing her cheeks against it. She worked her way up to the tip, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked him inside.

"That was great, Chels. That was really believable."

Chelsea looked at her, out of breath.

"It's because I really do worship his cock. I think about it all the time. I've been fantasizing about us doing 69."

"Oh, okay. That's... great."

At that point, Paul lifted his head.

"Maybe we can try sideways 69?"

"Sure," Jasmine said. "Um, all you have to do is lay on your side in opposite directions."

Chelsea started to lay next to him.

"But you need to take off your bathing suit first," Jasmine smiled.

Chelsea reached back and undid her bra, slipping out of her bikini top.

Her breasts bounced.

She pulled down her thong bottoms.

Her pussy was so wet it was glistening.

"OK, just lay next to Paul on your side."

"Wait, before I do." Chelsea said.

She leaned over Paul and stood his cock straight up. She moistened her tongue and then slowly licked his frenulum with a long, slow lick.

Paul moaned.

Then, she took the head of his cock and rubbed it slowly over her nipple.

The softness of her nipple, and all the saliva, made it feel incredible.

"Fuck that feels good!" he moaned loudly.

Chelsea smiled.

"I really wanted to try that."

"That's so fucking hot," he groaned.

She smiled bashfully then got on the lounger laying next to him.

"This is basically the comfy way to do 69," Jasmine said. "Just lay your head on his thigh, that's it, and he can do the same on yours. And just lift your other leg."

The next thing Chelsea knew, she was staring right at Paul's cock and he was going to town on her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

She guided his cock to her face and began to kiss it.

Before long, she'd opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

She was lapping his frenulum and Paul was moaning.

The pleasure was so intense, she basically let her instincts take over.

The two of them were moaning loudly, in unison.

She licked up and down his cock, taking the head into her mouth.

He slid his broad tongue over her dripping wet pussy.

Jasmine circled the lounger, observing.

Occasionally, she'd whisper into Chelsea's ear.

"That's good. Use your mouth and your hand. Nice."

"Make it really wet. The more saliva the better."

"Experiment with a little more suction."

"Soften your lips. Let him use your mouth as a pussy."

The rest of their lovemaking was pretty much a blur. Paul licked her pussy so expertly, she could hardly think straight.

He brought her to orgasm three times, with Chelsea's body shaking and convulsing.

After her third orgasm, Chels heard Jasmine's voice whispering in her ear.

"Paul's ready to cum, do you want him to cum in your mouth?"

She couldn't remember if she answered or not. What she did remember was the force of Paul's orgasm.

It was explosive.

His cock head was just inside her mouth, resting on her tongue, the underside brushing against her lower lip.

He came so hard, the force of the spray against the roof of her mouth startled her.

He kept shooting his cum into her mouth, again and again, filling it. She finally pulled away, but he wasn't done, cumming on her face and hair.

She could hear him groaning loudly throughout.

Afterwards, she spoke to him, still breathing hard.

"I can't believe you came on my face!" she said, disbelieving. "And my hair!"

He looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

"I'm so sorry! I was so turned on. I couldn't help myself."

She looked at him, disbelieving.

"You don't understand," she said, the cum dripping down her face.

"I loved it! I absolutely loved it!"

Paul hoped their morning tryst would settle Chelsea down a little bit.

If anything, it did the opposite.

It turned out, all that cunnilingus just made her hotter. It was like extended foreplay.

She was bouncing around like she'd had a triple cappuccino.

The bikini was off and it didn't look like it was going back on anytime soon.

Paul didn't mind.

Chelsea had one of the hottest bodies he'd ever seen. Full, perfectly shaped breasts that sat high with upturned nipples, a toned body with a narrow waist and an unbelievable ass.

Plus, she had a slightly swayed back and a shaved pussy which made her look eminently fuckable.

Currently, she was in the kitchen with Jasmine, with a big smile on her face.

"I knew 69 would be amazing," she enthused. "I just knew it."

She was shifting from one foot to the other.

"Yeah, it can be pretty incredible," Jasmine said. "Especially with Paul."

"Cause he has such a great cock?"

"And cause he's so good at eating pussy."

"He is, isn't he?" Jasmine gasped. "He's so good."

"Brad wasn't nearly as good. I had to practically beg him to do it. And then, when he did, it was kinda underwhelming."

"But not Paul," Chelsea said, squeezing her thighs together. "He seems to really enjoy it. He made me cum so hard."

"Yeah, he does that," Jasmine said, giving her a look. "No one's ever made me cum harder than Paul. We have to be careful where we do it, or people will hear."

"Cause you make so much noise?"

Jasmine nodded.

"He makes me scream regularly."

"I bet that's amazing."

"Sometimes, when we're both really into it, he can make me cum so hard, I actually pass out."

"Really?"

"The pleasure is so off the charts, my orgasm so intense, everything goes black and the next thing I know he's helping me come to."

Chelsea shifted her feet, gasping.

"I'd love to experience that. Just once."

"It's pretty unforgettable. Definitely the best sex I ever had."

"Oh, Jas. That makes me so wet. Do you think I could experience that? With Paul?"

"You mean, like, today?"

"I know it's a lot to ask. And I don't want to do anything that's out of line. It's just... I feel like there's this fire inside me. Deep inside me."

"That only Paul can put out?" Jas smiled.

Chelsea nodded.

"Yeah, I know that feeling. Lemme talk to Paul about it."

Jasmine carried some sparkling water outside to replenish the outdoor refrigerator. Paul wasn't around. She figured he was in her cottage.

"I'm gonna see if I can find Paul," she said. "I'll be right back."

"OK," Chelsea said, reaching for some sun screen.

"And, um, hold off on the sunscreen for now."

She walked across the lawn towards her cottage. Inside, Paul was just getting out of the shower.

"Hey, we're back by the pool. Ready to do some sunbathing. You coming?"

"Yeah, just rinsing the chlorine off of me. I'll grab my suit."

"Um, don't bother."

"Yeah?"

"Chelsea's up for some nude sunbathing. Me too."

"Oh, ok."

There was a slight pause.

"I was wondering, are you up for a little role-play?"

"Role-play? What'd you have in mind?"

"Well, you know I'm working on that short story, right? About Pierre and his sister. How their 'love affair' started."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I see similarities between her and Chelsea. They're both 18. Conservative Catholic girls. Inexperienced sexually."

"OK."

"And it all started when they were on vacation at the beach. Sunbathing. Putting sun oil on each other. I thought it might be interesting for you and Chelsea to kinda act that out. It might give me ideas on how that might've gone."

"He was her brother, right?"

"Let's leave that part out."

"Yeah, it's weird."

"So, are you down for that?"

"Sure, if it'll help you with your writing."

They walked back to the pool area. Chelsea was sitting on a lounger, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses.

Jasmine pulled her lounger so it was beside Chelsea's, and laid it flat.

She laid on her stomach next to Chelsea.

"Wanna start on our tummies?" Jasmine asked, smiling. "Maybe we can get Paul to put some sunscreen on our backs."

"OK," Chels answered, enthused.

"Paul?" Jasmine called. "Mind doing my back?"

"Sure. No prob."

She handed him some coconut oil.

"Do Chelsea too."

Paul looked at the two women laying naked on the loungers, their asses looking amazing. The thought of 'doing them' caused his cock to twitch.

He sat on the edge of the lounger, between them. Their asses were toned and luscious. His cock twitched again.

He filled his palm with oil and drizzled it on Jasmine's back. He gently rubbed it on her shoulders and back, getting the backs of her arms too.

"Don't forget my butt," Jas said.

He poured oil directly on both her butt cheeks and cupped them with his big hands.

Rubbing oil into two luscious cheeks made his cock fill with blood.

"Mmmm, that feels good," Jas whimpered.

"You like that?" Paul asked.

"Mmmm-hmmm," she murmured.

He ran his long fingers along her crack, teasing her.

"Oooh, I like that too," she whispered.

Their back and forth sounded so much like sex, Chelsea felt herself getting wet.

Paul finished with Jasmine's butt and moved down to do her thighs and calves.

When he finished, he started to get up.

"Don't forget to do Chelsea."

"Oh, I won't," he said. "Just getting into a better position. You do want me to do you, right Chels?"

"Yeah," she gasped. "I need you to do me."

"Oh, you need me to do you?"


"Yeah, I do," she whimpered. "If I go home with a sunburn on my private parts, my parents'll kill me."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Paul smiled.

He poured a generous pool of oil into his palm, drizzled it onto her back, and rubbed it into her soft skin.

She let out a low moan.

"Why would your parents kill you? Are they sticklers for good skin care?"

Chelsea chuckled.

"No, they're sticklers for godly behavior. They wouldn't approve of me nude sunbathing. Especially in front of a guy."

Paul was rubbing the oil onto her lower back, sensuously.

"Well then, I'll have to pay special attention to your private parts, then. To make sure they don't get sunburned."

He drizzled oil onto her bare ass, put down the bottle, and began massaging her luscious ass cheeks with two hands.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned.

"Such a beautiful ass, I wanna make sure it's nice and protected."

Her breath was ragged now.

"Maybe spread your legs for me just a little bit. So I don't miss any spots."

She slowly inched her legs apart. He could see her pussy was wet.

He gently ran his fingers along her crack and around the edges, where her butt and her thighs met.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned again.

"The skin here is so sensitive. So soft."

He ran his hands along her inner thighs.

She separated her legs even more.

He could see her pink pussy lips. So wet.

He got up on the lounger, kneeling between her spread legs.

Jasmine glanced over, watching them.

"Looks like you found a good position to do Chelsea," Jas chuckled.

Paul was running his hands up her thighs and over her ass.

"Yeah, I could do Chelsea really good this way."

He reached down and lifted her by the hips, so her butt was sticking up.

"Oh yeah. I could do her so good like this."

"Maybe you should do our fronts first," Jasmine said, wryly.

Paul was breathing hard himself.

"Yeah," he gasped. "Good idea."

Jasmine and Chelsea made their way to their backs. Paul was still kneeling on Chelsea's lounger. His cock was sticking straight up. Long and thick.

Chelsea was resting on her elbows, staring at him wide-eyed.

"Lay on your back, Chels," Jasmine said. "Let Paul do his thing."

Chelsea nestled onto her back, while Paul poured oil into his palms.

He slowly ran his hands up her body, from her hips to her abdomen, and over her breasts.

Chelsea let out a moan.

He added even more oil and cupped her breasts, rubbing it over her firm mounds.

She arched her back, gasping.

"That feels so good," she whispered.

He was rubbing oil on her nipples now, rolling them with his fingers.

They were standing up.

"Your breasts are so beautiful," he said, softly. "I love your nipples."

"They stick out when I get cold," she whispered. "Or... hot."

He was playing with her nipples with his fingers, rolling them, making them firm and big.

"So, are you cold?"

"No," she gasped. "Not at all."

"So, you're..."

"Yeah. I'm hot. I'm really hot."

"I'm really hot too," he whispered.

Sure enough, his cock was fully erect. Standing straight up and taut as a drum.

"Maybe you should get on some oil on that too," Jasmine said. "Your cock is looking kinda... exposed."

They were both looking at him, mouths agape.

"Chelsea, why don't you put some oil on Paul."

Chelsea took the oil from Paul and poured it into her hand. She got on her knees and started to rub it onto his thighs.

Paul leaned back on his hands, his knees spread.

His cock was standing straight up.

She added more oil to her hands and wrapped them around the head of his cock.

She slowly slid her hands over the head, down the shaft, all the way to the base.

"Uhhhhhhhh," he moaned.

She was stroking him with two hands, and not only because she loved caressing his cock.

Because it took two hands to do the job.

She lowered her head and licked the tip, playing with the frenulum, and wrapping her lips around the bulbous head. All the while, she was stroking the shaft and massaging his balls.

That Chelsea sure was a quick study.

Jasmine was laying on her side, watching them. In her mind, she was imagining scenarios she would bring to life in her short story.

She felt like the director of a movie.

"Maybe get on your hands and knees, Chels," she suggested. "Turn your back to him."

Chelsea did as she was told, getting on all fours, facing away from him. Her back was arched, her knees were slightly apart, her butt up in the air.

Jasmine knew Paul would have a perfect view of her luscious ass and her wet pussy.

And she knew it'd turn him on no end.

This was his favorite way of fucking. Doggy style. On all fours. Head down, ass up. It was the way he'd fucked Jasmine the time she lost consciousness.

Paul was staring at Chelsea's pussy. Pink and glistening. His cock surged.

"Maybe you should lick her first," Jasmine said. "Get her good and ready."

She was directing the scene. Playing out the scenario the way she wanted it in her story.

He began licking her pussy from behind. With a wet, broad tongue. Getting her good and wet. That was essential before he penetrated her deeply.

Jasmine was watching with her thumb between her lips. She was glad to see she was getting some extra lubrication. He was really turned on and his cock looked extra big. She'd need it.

She grabbed a pillow and put it on the lounger by Chels' head. She might need that too.

Chels was supporting herself on her splayed arms, her back arched, and her butt up in the air. Her full breasts hung down, her nipples sticking out.

She was already yelping from Paul's expert tonguing.

Paul pressed his pelvis forward, guiding his cock to her now dripping pussy.

He pushed his cock head into her. She was so tight, it made him moan with pleasure.

Her mouth was wide open, almost in disbelief that she was being penetrated by something so big.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried.

Chelsea was making love for just the second time in her entire life. The first time was also with Paul, a week before. When he'd taken her virginity.

Her 18-year old pussy was just about as tight as a pussy could be.

Paul couldn't believe how good she felt. How warm and wet and tight her pussy was. Like a vise squeezing his rock hard cock.

He was moaning as loud as she was.

He was pulsing his pelvis into her, bracing himself on his hands and feet, to have maximum leverage.

She moaned loudly with every stroke. Her breasts swung with every thrust.

After a while, he went back to kneeling, and let her push herself back onto him.

Her hair was falling in her face as she undulated her body, rubbing herself against him.

She was crying out now, screaming with pleasure.

She seemed to be trying to take him even deeper, to feel every inch of his huge cock deep inside her.

She was insatiable.

He took her by the hips and pumped her from behind, making her breasts bounce.

He pulled the hair away from her face, and could see her mouth wide open as he thrust into her.

He leaned back, supported on his strong arms, his hips thrust forward, his huge cock buried inside her.

She started to grind her pussy against him, stimulating her G-Spot.

Her cries were louder than ever,

She reached down with one hand and began rubbing her clit.

Her whole body began to shake.

How did Chelsea, sweet innocent Chelsea, know how to do all this?

Paul figured she was some kind of a savant, a sexual savant, whose sex drive was so fully embodied she could let go of her inhibitions and let her animal instincts take over.

And that's what she was doing. Going wild with sexual ecstasy. Like she was under some kind of magical spell.

And it brought out the same in Paul. The way she was moving, the sounds she was making, the way her tight pussy was squeezing his cock -- it brought the animal out in him.

He grabbed her by the waist and began driving himself into her. Each stroke sending his huge cock deep inside her luscious folds.

"Aiiiiiiieeeeeyyyyyyy!" she screamed.

He pushed her down onto the lounger, her head on the pillow, her ass still in the air. He buried his cock deep inside her. Again and again.

She was still reaching back and fingering her clit with one hand.

She was a fucking sexual superstar.

With her face down and her ass up, he could bury his cock deep inside her. He jackhammered her and pulled her hips toward him at the same time.

Jasmine grabbed another pillow and slipped it under Chelsea's hips. She put her face right next to Chelsea's.

"This'll change the angle," she whispered, "to get your A-Spot."

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Chelsea cried.

Paul was really going to town on her. Holding her hips and pumping his pelvis into her.

"Cross your feet at the ankles," Jasmine whispered to Chelsea. "It'll make you feel even tighter."

Even with all the noise she was making, Chelsea was able to register what Jasmine was saying. She brought her feet close together and locked her ankles.

Paul's reaction was immediate.

He leaned back and let out a loud moan, his cock buried deep inside her. His thrusting slowed, as if she was gripping him, squeezing him.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he yelled.

She went back to grinding he pussy against him, sliding it up and back.

"You're so fucking tight!" Paul screamed. "I can't stand it!"

Paul was in paroxysms of pleasure now. His body twitching and jerking.

Jasmine put her face right next to Chelsea's.

"Tilt your pelvis 'til you feel him on your G-Spot."

Chelsea did as she was told and her eyes got wide. She'd found the sweet spot.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

"That's it!" Jasmine whispered. "Surrender to the sensations! Lemme hear you scream!"

Jasmine was grinding her pussy on his cock, her mouth wide open.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeyyyyy!" she screamed.

Paul reached around and held her breast, squeezing it. He stepped one foot forward and started hammering her.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed, "I'm cumming!"

Jasmine could see her eyes rolling back in her head.

Paul was still thrusting into her, relentlessly. Her body was convulsing.

Suddenly, her body went limp, her face buried in the pillow.

Paul pulled out and collapsed next to her, out of breath.

"I think she passed out," he said, breathlessly.

"Mission accomplished," Jasmine smiled.

"Are you there, Chelsea? Can you hear me?"

Jasmine had Chelsea's head in her lap, holding a glass of water to her lips.

Chelsea's eyelids fluttered.

"There you go," Jasmine said, smiling. "You're back."

"Did I faint?" she asked.

"Yep. You came so hard you lost consciousness. Just like you wanted."

Paul was standing at the foot of the lounger, looking down at her.

"Welcome back. Sorry if that was a little too intense."

Chelsea took the glass in her hand and sipped it.

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

Jas and Paul glanced at each other.

"That was the best sex of my entire life," she smiled "Even better than the other time."

Jas and Paul smiled.

"We were thinking maybe we'd go out and get something to eat. We'd have to take your truck. But if you're not up for it, we could scrounge up something here."

"Don't be silly. I'm good to go."

She started to get up, then staggered as she stood up.

"Maybe take it slow," Jasmine said, supporting her.

"I don't know about you," Paul said, "but I worked up a pretty good appetite."

"Gee, I wonder why?" Jasmine asked, wryly.

"I think one of you better drive," said Chelsea. "My legs are still shaking."

Jasmine put her arm around her.

They piled in Chelsea's truck with Paul driving. They sat three across, driving along the canopied streets to El Camino Real near Santa Cruz Ave.

"Santa Cruz Ave?" Paul smiled. "I feel like I'm home."

They parked next to a large outdoor plaza near Café Borrone. A dozen outdoor tables were filled with people having food and drinks.

"This place is an institution in Menlo Park. Been here forever. Great food."

They ordered at the counter and then found a table out on the patio. They sat in the warm afternoon sun, watching the people come and go.

"So this is where you grew up?" Paul asked. "Not too shabby."

"I actually spent my summers the last couple years working right there," she said, pointing to a bookstore next door to the café.

"Kepler's Books?"

"Yep. Another Menlo institution. I'll be working there again when I get back from France. They're nice. They know me and work with my schedule."

"You like working in a bookshop?" Chelsea asked.

"I do. I like being surrounded by books. I figure it's a good foundation if I want to have a career as a writer."

Paul turned to Chelsea.

"Jas is working on a short story as we speak. Watch out or you might end up a character in it."

"Is that right?" Chelsea asked, turning to Jasmine.

Jasmine shook her head.

"No danger of you showing up in this one. It takes place in Paris. The main character is a Parisienne who meets a dashing American man on a flight from New York to Paris. The conversation they have sort of frames the story."

"A dashing American man?" Chelsea smiled. "A little like Paul?"

"He's a photographer named Derek. Yeah, I'd say there's a little Paul in him."

Paul smiled and threw up his hands.

"See? What'd I tell ya?"

"What's the story called?" Chelsea asked.

"Strangers on a Plane."

"Nice. Is it a love story?"

Jasmine thought about this.

"Derek and the French woman, Nicole, do have a love connection. But that's not the main thrust of the story."

"So to speak," Paul said, slyly.

"What's the main thrust then?" Chelsea asked.

"It's about a woman coming to terms with the traumas of her past. Finding resolution. And forgiveness. It's set in the context of BalanceTonPorc."

"What's that?" Chelsea asked.

"It's the French version of the Me Too movement. It means "rat out your pig."

"Whoa. Sounds heavy."

"I lighten it with a little romance. Derek's an incredible lover. That's the part I drew from Paul."

She smiled at Paul.

"I'll second that," said Chelsea, raising her glass.

"Well, that's generous of you both," Paul smiled. "It reminds me of something I learned from my good friend Maddie. She was quoting a classic album from the 60s: 'And, in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.'"

"That's beautiful," Chelsea said, softly.

Paul nodded.

"I thought so too. Here's to making beautiful love together."

He raised his glass to both of them. The three friends clinked their glasses in unison.

After their meal, Jasmine wanted to take a drive up in the hills to show Chelsea a view of the area.

She led them to Foothills Nature Preserve, a large park in the hills above Palo Alto. A winding road led them past a large pond, through an oak forest, to a vista point overlooking the Bay.

Paul parked the truck and the three got out to take in the view. Jasmine was pointing out areas of interest.

"That's San Francisco way over there, where those tall buildings are, and that's Stanford University. Over there's Moffett Field, where those big hangers are. And that's Google headquarters right next to it."

"Where your mom worked?"

"Yep."

"That's Apple headquarters over there," she said, pointing to a large circular building. "And over there by the water is Facebook, or Meta."

"So, this really is the heart of Silicon Valley," Chelsea said.

"Yeah, those are the three biggest hi-tech companies. They made a whole lot of people a whole lot of money."

Paul felt a flush of embarrassment. His three biggest benefactors worked at those companies -- Bri at Facebook, Emily at Apple, and Jasmine's mom, Jessica, at Google.

Each of them had donated sizable chunks of stock to his 'college fund' in exchange for his services.

"Those three companies together are worth something like seven trillion dollars. That's more than a lot of countries are worth."

"Wow."

"My mom was lucky enough to hook up with one of them, Google, before they really took off. Over the course of her career, the stock they'd given her kept going up. I mean, she earned it of course, but there's also a lot of luck involved. The right company at the right time."

Chelsea turned to her.

"Do you ever think about working in hi-tech, to get a piece of that action?"

Jasmine shook her head.

"Not really. I don't think I'd be happy. I need to be creative. I need to use my imagination to try to create something that didn't exist before. Something meaningful and lasting."

She realized she was echoing something Sophia had told her, during their time together in Big Sur. About the value of pursuing a career in the arts.

The sun was starting to set behind the coastal mountains that separate the Bay from the Pacific Ocean.

"Wanna head back?" Chelsea asked. "I've got a long drive ahead of me."

She took the keys from Paul and they piled in the truck, sitting three across. The truck was an old Chevy, with bench seating. Paul was seated in the middle.

Chelsea started the engine, revving it a couple times.

"Are you sure you wanna drive back to Petaluma tonight?" Jasmine asked. "It's, like, a two-hour drive, right?"

"Yeah," Chelsea said. "Maybe a bit longer. Depends on traffic."

"Seems kinda late to be heading back now. It'll be dark soon."

Chelsea looked over at her.

"Well, I'd rather stay. But I thought you and Paul wanted your alone time."

"Whaddya think, Paul? Maybe Chels should stay with us tonight and go back in the morning."

Paul shrugged his shoulders.

"That's cool with me."

Jasmine leaned forward to look at Chelsea.

"Sounds like you're gonna be our guest for the night. Do you need to tell your folks?"

"No, they thought I was gonna stay the night. So..."

Chelsea turned off the ignition.

"I guess we don't need to hurry back."

"It is nice up here."

The three of them sat in silence, Paul flanked by the two women, just taking in the view.

"So whaddya wanna do with all this extra time?" Chelsea asked.

Jasmine shrugged.

"I dunno. We could just enjoy the view for a while."

She left out a loud sigh, then plopped her hand on Paul's thigh. He was in his board shorts, as per usual.

"Such a nice view," Chelsea sighed, plopping her hand on Paul's other thigh.

Jasmine wiggled down into her seat, cuddling up against Paul.

Chelsea did the same.

Paul looked left and right, then spread his long arms and pulled them near.

They both smiled.

"How late does this park stay open, anyway?" Paul asked.

"An hour past sundown," said Jasmine. "According to the signage."

"So we can just relax here for a while."

"Yep."

Chelsea was feeling the muscles in Paul's thigh, running her fingers slowly up and down his leg.

Jasmine was being even more adventurous, caressing his inner thigh, sliding her fingers under the edges of his shorts.

Paul settled into his seat, spreading his legs.

"Mmmmmm," Jasmine murmured, feeling the soft skin of his inner thigh.

Chelsea got her other hand involved, slipping it under his t-shirt to feel his muscled torso. She caressed his abs, then moved up to feel his pecs.

Paul's chest was heaving, his breath audible.

Chelsea was pressing her full breast against Paul's torso while her fingers were fondling his pecs.

"Might as well take this off," Jasmine said.

She tugged at Paul's t-shirt and he helped pull it off, revealing his muscular chest and arms.

Chelsea started rolling his nipples with her fingertips while Jasmine untied the string of his board shorts.

Paul scootched further down in the seat.

It felt like they were snuggling on a big, soft leather couch, warm and comforting in the afternoon sun.

Chelsea swung her legs up on the seat, so she was facing Paul, to help Jasmine pull off his board shorts.

Paul's cock sprung up, long and thick.

"Oh, Jesus," Chelsea gasped.

Jasmine smiled and started to stroke him, slowly.

"Mmmmm," Paul moaned as she pulled the skin down from the head.

Jasmine gave him a sexy look, then slowly lowered her head until her face was resting on his thigh. She grasped his cock at the base, standing him straight up.

Chelsea followed suit, resting her face on his other thigh. She was watching Jas, transfixed.

Jasmine stuck out her tongue and slowly licked from the base to the tip.

As if in slow motion.

And the entire time, she maintained eye contact. With Chelsea.

Chelsea was watching, gasping, as Jas bathed his growing cock with her wet tongue.

Then, Jasmine paused, pulled back, and raised her eyebrows. Like she was offering Chelsea a taste of something sweet.

Chelsea smiled and moved closer, so her face was next to his now glistening cock.

She gave her a sexy look then licked from top to bottom. Just as Jasmine had done.

Then, it was Jasmine's turn again.

Jasmine raised herself up, facing Paul, then lowered her wet lips over the head of his cock. She pursed her lips, and let the head push between them like he was entering the tightest pussy.

"Uhhhhhhhh!" Paul moaned, his body writhing.

She was using her broad tongue to stimulate his frenulum, knowing how much Paul liked that.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Paul moaned.

Chelsea took a turn, taking Paul's cock into her mouth and pushing her face down until she'd swallowed a third of it. She lifted her head off and a trail of spit stretched from her mouth to the tip.

Jasmine smiled and gave her a wink.

While Chelsea was wiping her mouth, Jasmine began to French kiss his cock, tonguing it sensuously, pressing her full lips against the soft skin. She kissed all around the head, swirling her tongue over and around the head. She finished by using the tip of her tongue to tickle his pee hole.

"Fuuuuuuuuuucck!" Paul groaned.

His cock was rock-hard now, standing straight up.

Chelsea made a circle with her thumb and index finger and placed it over the head of his cock, letting it squeeze through. Then, she added her mouth, going up and down the shaft in unison.

Paul started to squirm.

Jasmine looked at Chelsea, lifting her t-shirt and raising her eyebrows.

Chelsea looked back, also with eyebrows raised.

The next thing they knew, they were both lifting their t-shirts over their heads.

Chelsea had her bikini top on. Jasmine was wearing a lacy bra.

They unfastened them and were both topless.

Chelsea's nipples were sticking out like erasers.

Jasmine started to unfasten her shorts, again with eyebrows raised.

Chelsea nodded and soon they were both pulling off their shorts and panties.

The three of them were now completely naked.

The act of undressing in such close proximity was such a turn on, Chelsea could barely sit still.

She got on her knees and brought her breasts next to Paul's cock. She arched her back and started to rub the head of his cock against her hard nipples.

Her eyelids were half closed and her breath was ragged.

Jasmine guided her to swing her leg over him. To straddle him.

Chelsea made a face, uncertain, wondering if maybe Jasmine wanted to go first.

Jasmine shook her head.

"You go first," Jasmine whispered. "He can finish in me."

Chelsea swung her leg over Paul, straddling him on her knees, facing him. Her full breasts were right at his face level. She arched her back, inviting him to suck on her nipples.

Paul obliged, licking and sucking them until they were firm and sticking out.

Chelsea reached down to guide his cock into her now dripping pussy. Jasmine nodded her approval.

She lowered herself onto him, her mouth open wide as he entered her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried as she sat on his cock, taking him deep.

Paul gripped her torso with his big hands, raising and lowering her on his cock.

She cried out each time he impaled her.

He was burying his face in her luscious breasts, licking and sucking her nipples.

At the same time, he was effortlessly lifting and lowering her onto his huge cock.

She threw her head back, moaning, her hair flying.

She began bouncing on him, with her back arched.

She was screeching now, feeling his cock deep inside her.

He held her by the hips, pressing her down onto his cock, thrusting upward.

It didn't take long for her orgasm to flow over her.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeyyyyyy!" she screamed as she ground herself against him.

Jasmine just watched, smiling.

When Chelsea's orgasm had peaked and waned, she lifted herself off his still towering cock so Jas could take a turn.

Out of breath, Chelsea leaned against the door, and watched.

Jasmine swung her leg over him then took his face in her hands.

She looked deeply into his eyes, then put her lips next to his ear.

"Get ready for the greatest fuck you've ever had," she whispered.

Then, she kissed him with the most sensuous, loving kiss she'd ever given. To anyone.

She raised herself up on her knees, arched her back, and reached up to gather her hair. This made her breasts look gorgeous, sitting high and full. She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair through.

She didn't want anything getting in the way of their love-making.

Then, still gazing into his eyes, she reached down and guided his cock head to her dripping wet pussy.

She rocked her hips up and back, slowly rubbing his cock head along her wet slit.

He couldn't believe how wet she was.

Jasmine had made love to Paul many times this way. It was one of their favorite ways to do it. Her on top. Face to face.

She loved the intimacy of it. And it was one of the best positions for her to cum.

She'd also learned a few tricks to make it unbelievable for him.

She slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

She'd learned it was best to start off slow. Chelsea hopped on and started bouncing right away and quickly tired out.

Jasmine knew better.

She started off nice and slow to acclimate their bodies and to get the vibes flowing.

She didn't take him deep all at once. She undulated her body, circling her hips, feeling his cock touching every part of her pussy.

She knew he'd be checking out her body, so she moved sensuously, like an exotic dancer. Slowly. Hypnotically.

Sure enough, he couldn't take his eyes off her as she danced on his cock.

Variety. She knew that was the secret. Changing the pace. Trying different motions and angles. Keeping it fresh.

She was on her knees, facing him, and she knew that was great for grinding. She leaned forward slightly so her breasts were brushing against his broad chest, and began to grind herself against his pubic bone.

This felt great on her clit. So great.

Jasmine's breath was getting ragged now, her body twitching.

Paul could sense her growing arousal and his cock surged. He gripped her hips with his hands.

She leaned back to give him a better look. To give him a show.

She gave him a sexy look and then started to touch her own breasts, caressing them, playing with her nipples.

Then, she reached down and started playing with her clit.

He was staring at her with his mouth open.

He got so hot watching her pleasure herself, his body was shaking. He began thrusting his pelvis upward, into her. Again and again.

She reached back and braced herself on his thighs. He was hitting her g-spot now, with every thrust.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.

He kept thrusting into her, rhythmically, relentlessly. When he finally tired, she pulled her feet under her, squatting on the car seat, and began to raise and lower herself onto his long shaft.

She was taking him deep now, feeling his cock head pressing against her cervix. Her cries became louder, more desperate.

He wrapped his strong arms around her, as she slid up and down his big cock.

She moved back to her knees, pressing her breasts against him, rolling her hips to grind on his cock.

She was getting major stimulation for both her clit and her G-Spot.

The variety of positions, moving from bouncing to grinding, was not only driving them wild, it was good for their stamina too.

Chelsea couldn't believe how they were going at.

They were both on their way to epic orgasms.

Just when it looked like they'd done every variation in the book, Jasmine grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Let's turn it around," she gasped.

"OK."

Chelsea watched as Jasmine lifted herself off of him and turned to face forward.

She supported herself on his thighs and then lowered herself onto him.

With both her hands and her feet controlling her motion, she began slowly raising and lowering her pussy onto his hard cock.

Paul loved the change of view, looking at her graceful back, her gorgeous ass, and his big cock penetrating her pink wet pussy.

Plus, his hands were free to roam, touching all the spots she liked to be touched.

She began swiveling her hips, grinding him in a circular motion.

"Damn," he moaned, "you look so hot when you do that."

Jasmine smiled and started alternating between an up and down motion and swiveling her hips.

"Jesus," he moaned. "Keep doin' that and you're gonna make me cum."

She reached down with one hand, feeling the base of his cock and his scrotum.

"Fuck, Jas, you're gonna make me explode!"

She knew he wouldn't be long now.

So, she pulled out her secret weapon.

She began squeezing his cock with her pussy.

"Oh my God!" he yelled. "That feels so fucking good!"

She was raising and lowering her ass, stroking his cock with the wettest pussy imaginable, and squeezing it like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" he moaned.

She began rocking back and forth, then grinding in a circular motion.

"I can't take it! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

She kept it up, squeezing him even harder.

He arched his back and exploded inside her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed.

She could feel his cum shooting against the walls of her vagina. Filling her.

"Cum in me!" she screamed. "Cum in my wet pussy!"

She kept squeezing him as he shot his cum into her, spraying her insides.

His moans, deep and guttural, seemed to come from a place deep inside him.

She finally lay back against him, breathing hard. He wrapped his strong arms around her, his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck.

"That was the best," he whispered. "You're the best."

Jasmine smiled, holding his arms in hers.

Chelsea lay against the truck door, her eyes wide.

Her heart was pounding.

As they drove back to the house, Jasmine was wondering how Chelsea was feeling.

Chelsea seemed unusually quiet, staring straight ahead as she drove the vintage pickup down Sand Hill Road towards Menlo Park.

She knew Chelsea just had an intense experience. Witnessing a red-hot sexual encounter in close proximity. It was a lot.

She also knew Chelsea was infatuated with Paul. Or, at least, infatuated with the idea of having sex with him.

And she knew she was partially responsible for that.

As roommates, she'd been very open with Chelsea about her and Paul's sexual adventures. In the gazebo at her mom's beach house. At the Claremont hotel in the 'honeymoon suite'. The two days of wild, orgiastic sex in Big Sur.

She even told her about fucking in his car up in Strawberry Canyon.

She didn't tell Chelsea these stories to lord it over her. She saw herself as more of a mentor.

Chelsea was so inexperienced. At the same time, she was desperate to lose her virginity. Jasmine felt an obligation to teach her what sex was all about.

And so, at night before they fell asleep, she'd tell Chelsea the stories of her adventures with Paul in copious detail. From beginning to end. How the anticipation built. How it felt when he touched her for the first time. What they did to have the greatest sexual experience of their lives.

Chelsea was determined to take the next step. Actually feeling a man inside her. Deep inside her. Making passionate love to her. Making her cum.

And she wanted that man to be Paul.

She vowed to lose her virginity by her 19th birthday. When Jasmine invited her and some of their college friends for a birthday weekend at her mom's beach house, and informed her that Paul would be there too, she set out to make it happen.

While the other women were off on a run, Chelsea found herself alone with Paul. In his studio apartment. With a great big bed and a view of the ocean.

It was the perfect time. The perfect place. And the perfect man.

They fucked like there was no tomorrow.

For Chelsea, it was like driving a car for the very first time. If that car happened to be a Ferrari.

She went from zero to a hundred in one second flat.

The sex was so good, her orgasms so incredible, it was all she could think about.

Being fucked by Paul. Feeling Paul deep inside her. Cumming all over Paul's cock.

Jasmine didn't feel like she'd created a monster exactly, more like she'd unleashed a wild animal.

In the days that followed, both in person and over the phone, Chelsea would pepper her with questions.

"Tell me again about when you pretended to be newlyweds. How did you guys do it?"

"What makes Paul really, really hot? What makes him get big and hard?"

"If Paul could do anything he wanted with me, what do you think he'd do?"

Jasmine would answer her questions patiently, usually late at night as they lay in their beds, telling and re-telling stories of her and Paul's sexual escapades.

Now, as they were driving home, Jasmine was well aware that things had escalated once again.

And she wondered how Chelsea was handling it.

When they were back in the house, Jas pulled her aside.

"Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah," Chelsea said, unconvincingly.

"What's going on?"

"I'm thinking maybe I should go home tonight," she said.

"We talked about that," Jasmine said. "Just stay here and go back in the morning."

"I don't want to be in the way," she said. "I don't want to interfere with your guys' time together."

"You're not interfering with anything," Jasmine insisted. "Paul's fine with it. I'm fine with it. It'll be fun."

"Much more fun if you guys were alone."

"We'll be alone tomorrow. Come on, Chels. I'm leaving in a couple of days. It'll be our last time to see each other for a whole month."

"I know. It's just... you guys are so amazing together. I mean, the way you two made love in the truck. I couldn't believe how hot it was."

"The way you and Paul made love was hot too. It made me really wet."

Chelsea looked at her feet, glumly.

"Not nearly as hot as you guys though. The pleasure you give each other. It's on a whole other level."

Jasmine looked at her, sympathetically.

"That's cause we've had more experience, that's all. What was it, your second time making love? You just need more practice, that's all. Don't you want to practice with Paul tonight?"

She looked at her, disbelieving.

"Why would he even want to make love to me? After he's had you."

"Don't think that way. Paul finds you incredibly hot."

"I doubt that."

"He does. He told me. Your face. Your body. He said taking your virginity was one of the hottest things he's ever done."

"Well, that's over and done with."

"Oh, Chels, come on. You need to be more confident. You're incredibly sexy."

"We just don't have the same... chemistry. Watching you guys do it. In the truck. It just reminded me how lame I am at sex."

"You're not lame at sex. You just have to find ways to breathe life into it. To spice it up."

"I wouldn't even know how to do that."

Jasmine sighed.

"Well, Paul says living a fantasy can supercharge sex. Maybe you can try that?"

"What do you mean?"


"You know, create a scenario the two of you can act out. And use that to... amplify the sex."

"Amplify the sex?"

"Take it to the next level. Make it... really hot."

Chelsea looked at her, pleading.

"That's what I want. But how do I even do that?"

Jasmine thought a moment.

"You know, when Paul and I were in Big Sur last month, we met this amazing woman. Sophia. She's an Italian movie actress. A movie star, really. And she taught me, I guess what you'd call love lessons. How to attract a man. And keep him. How to satisfy him. Completely. Anyway, do you want me to teach you?"

"Would you?"

Jasmine smiled. 

"Sure. Let's go up to my mom's dressing room. And bring that cute coverup you were wearing before."

"The white one? With the crochet?

"Yeah, that one."

"OK."

On the second floor, next to the master bedroom, Jasmine and Chelsea were sitting in her mom's dressing room. There was an antique vanity, with bottles of perfume and a large oval mirror.

Jasmine was applying lipstick to Chelsea's lips

"Now, guys are visual creatures," Jas was saying. "They get turned on my what they see. A little bit of lipstick, a little bit of eye makeup. It goes a long way to grabbing their attention."

Chelsea was holding a white crochet coverup in her lap.

"Now, I really like you in that cover up. It's form-fitting and really shows off your body."

"I'd have to wear my bathing suit underneath."

Jas paused, standing up straight.

"Well, you don't have to."

"You mean, wear it without my bathing suit?"

"It's your call. But if it were me, I'd just wear it. With nothing on underneath."

"But it's so see-through. He'd see every... oh."

Jasmine nodded.

"Oh, I see," Chelsea said, catching on. "But that'd be so... sinful."

"Well, sometimes sinful's good. Guys like good girls but they like sluts too. They want a woman who's a little of both. Why don't you try it on?"

Chelsea pulled off her clothes and put on the cover up.

It fit her body tightly, showing her luscious curves. The openings in the crochet were even bigger where she was curviest. Mainly, her boobs and ass.

"Holy moly," Chelsea said, looking at herself in the mirror. "This isn't just sinful. It's... nasty."

"Nasty's even better," smiled Jasmine.

"Oh my God," Chelsea gasped. "You can see my nipples. And my vagina."

Jasmine chuckled.

"That's the whole point. Like I said, guys are visual creatures."

As Chelsea looked at her luscious body in the mirror, and thought about Paul seeing her like this, she got more and turned on.

Which made her pussy glisten and her nipples stick out even more.

Jasmine let Chelsea pick out one of her mom's perfumes and put a dab behind each ear and between her breasts.

"Now, is there a fantasy you've had that you can use to juice things up a bit?"

"I dunno. I usually just think about us in bed. Doing it. I don't think of situations. I'm not creative like you. Can you suggest something?"

"Let's see. Well, I know one thing that really gets Paul off. But it's gotta work for you."

"What is it?"

"The sexy hotel maid."

"How does that work?"

"Well, I've never done it. But I guess you pretend you're a hotel maid and he's a guest. And you show up at his room. Maybe for room service. You know, before bed."

"Oh, I like that."

"Yeah? Well, maybe it could be your last room service delivery before you're off for the night. And you can... serve him. In more ways than one."

"That's really hot, Jas."

"Well, use it as a starting point and then build on it. You know, make it your own. Maybe the hotel maid is young. Your age. And maybe she's inexperienced. She could be a virgin."

"And he could take my virginity. Again."

"Would that be hot for you?"

"Oh, yeah."

"OK, good. When you do it, just try and keep it realistic. Like it's really happening. That'll make it hotter."

"OK."

"Sophia told me you have to be aware of his sight lines. Cause guys are so visual. Let's say you come in, carrying a tray of food. When you put the tray down, that's a chance to display your body to him.""

"How do you mean?"

"You know, maybe when you bend over, turn your back to him.  So he can see through that cover up."

"Oh, Jas. I love that. Maybe I adjust his pillow and give him a good view of my breasts."

"That's right. Just don't make it too obvious. Maybe you don't even know how hot you are. Maybe you aren't even aware that you're making him big and hard. It just happens."

"Oh, Jas, I'm getting so wet."

"Good. Why don't we go down to the kitchen and get you ready for your last room service delivery. I'll tell Paul I'm gonna work for a while in my mom's office on the third floor. And I'll give you guys plenty of time to do whatever you wanna do."

Chelsea nodded.

"Thanks. But, Jas, if all this works, the whole fantasy thing, I mean, what do I do then?"

Jasmine patted her shoulder.

"Just follow your instincts. Whatever feels good. Paul will have ideas."

"Do you have any suggestions though? What Paul would like?"

Jas thought a moment.

"Well, I know Paul thinks your breasts are incredibly sexy. He told me he fantasized about you titty fucking him... Do you know what that is?"

Jasmine shook her head.

"That's when he makes love to your breasts. With his cock."

"He what?"

Jas pointing to the space between Chelsea's breasts.

"You put cream or oil right here. Then he puts in cock in there and you push your breasts together. And then he... fucks your breasts. Guys love it. And apparently you have good breasts for it."

"I do?"

"Yeah. Mine are too small, I guess."

"And he fantasizes about doing that with me?"

"Among other things."

"What other things?"

"I'll let you guys figure that out."

Jas picked up a small tube from the dressing table.

"Here's some body cream from one of my mom's first first-class flights. I've used it before and it's awesome. Take it. Use it all."

Jasmine took the tube from her and just stared at it, imagining.

Downstairs, Jasmine found Paul laying on the couch in the living room. He was looking at his phone.

"Hey you," she smiled, sitting next to him.

"Hey."

"Listen, I wanna do a little writing. Not long. Maybe an hour, hour and a half. I got some ideas today and I wanna outline 'em before I forget 'em."

"Oh, okay."

"I'm thinking about working in my mom's office upstairs. She's got a little reading nook up in the tower. You and Chels can hang out here. She's making you some tea."

"Alright."

"I'll see you later?"

"Yeah."

She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.

Then she grabbed her laptop, headphones, and went upstairs to her mom's office.

Paul lay back on the couch. He was hoping to have that talk with Jasmine about their future. How his feelings for her were changing. How he wanted them to be together when she got back from France.

He figured it'd have to wait until tomorrow.

He let out a sigh.

Just then, Chelsea came in the living room carrying a tray with a teapot and a couple of mugs.

She was wearing the skin tight white crochet coverup.

She looked beyond sexy.

"Hi," she said, smiling. "You ordered room service?"

"What's this?"

"A little nightcap. It's Sleepy Time tea."

Paul sat up on the couch.

She stepped next to him and slowly lowered the tray onto the couch beside him.

Her full breasts were pressed against the crochet fabric. He could see her areoles through the openings.

"Fuck," he muttered. "That looks... amazing."

She carefully poured the tea from the pot into a mug.

She was bending over the tray, her full breasts hanging down, pressing against the fabric.

"Wow," he said under his breath.

She looked up with her eyebrows raised.

"I mean, wow, it's nice to have hot tea. Thanks for bringing this."

She raised one shoulder.

"I'm happy to. I've always wanted to work in hospitality. You know, bringing guests whatever they want. Whenever they want. You know... room service."

"Gotta love room service," he said, taking the mug from her.

"So, how do you like your room, Sir? Do you have everything you need?"

She was standing up now, arching her back slightly, rotating her shoulders from side to side. Her breasts looked amazing.

"Well, I do now," he said suavely.

She smiled at him, shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh good. Cause you're my last room service delivery of the night."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, I just have to take care of you and then I'm officially done with work."

"Well, what I'd really like is someone to have tea with me. Care to join me?"

"Well, it's a bit irregular. But since you are my last guest of the night. Don't mind if I do."

She poured herself a mug, picked it up, and handed it to him.

"Hold this for me, will you?"

He took it from her. She bent over at the waist and picked up the tray, turned, and placed it on the coffee table.

As she bent over, with her back to him, he could see her luscious butt, completely bare, through the crochet material.

And he could see her glistening pink pussy.

She stayed bent over, displaying herself, straightening the things on the tray.

Then, she turned around, stepped to the couch, and sat next to him.

"That's better," she said, taking the mug from him. "Now, I can enjoy myself."

She smiled and crossed her legs.

Her cover up was so short that it hiked up just below her crotch. Her legs looked amazing.

"So, you're all done with work," Paul said. "Whaddya have planned for tonight? Anything fun?"

"I don't have any plans I'm sorry to say. It's Saturday night and I'm just gonna go home and be bored."

"Well, that doesn't sound very fun. You're welcome to stay here with me. I don't have any plans either."

"Well, that sounds like much more fun."

"We can have a cup of tea. Get to know each other."

"I'd like that. It's not often we get guests who are my age."

She took a sip of tea, drawing her shoulders back. He could see her nipples between the holes in the crochet.

"So, I'm Paul. What's your name?"


"Chelsea."

"You have beautiful eyes, Chelsea."

"Thank you."

"And you look amazing in that dress."

"Thanks," she chuckled. "I don't usually wear this at work. I just put it on cause I was on my way home."

"It looks really comfy."

"Oh, it is. Super comfy."

She leaned back on the couch. Her breasts were gorgeous, golden melons.

"Do you like your tea?" he asked.

"Mmmm, it's nice and warm."

"It is, isn't it? I like the way it warms my hands."

He was cupping his mug in both hands.

"Feel how warm my hands are."

He reached up and touched her face softly, with his fingers.

She turned her face towards his hand, smiling.

"They are warm."

He brushed his fingers over her lips.

"You have beautiful lips too."

"Thanks. I just put on lipstick."

"I see that. And your eyes. They're so... enticing. Do you have boyfriend, Chelsea?"

"Nope."

"That's surprising," he smiled. "A girl as beautiful as you."

He ran his fingers down the side of her neck. To her shoulders.

"I love the way that dress looks on you. It's so sexy."

Her chest was heaving now.

"If I was your boyfriend, I'd want you to wear sexy clothes all the time. To show off that body."

He was running his fingers over her collarbone, towards her breasts.

She shifted in her seat, gasping.

"I think you may have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."

She arched her back and closed her eyes, letting him touch her.

His fingers ran over her full breasts.

"So beautiful.'

Her chest heaved again.

His fingertips found her nipple, and softly rubbed. It.

She moaned, her eyes still closed.

He kept rubbing it, making it stick out of the crochet.

Then, he did the same to the other one.

"The only thing I'd like better than you in that dress," he said, with a low voice, "is you out of it."

He moved next to her and placed his lips on her now erect nipple.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned.

He licked it, teasing it, and gave it a suck. Then he moved the other one and did the same.

She was laying back with her breasts on display, her nipples sticking out of the crochet.

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

He gently grazed the skin on her thighs. Her whole body reacted.

"I'm curious. How do you get out of that dress."

"Over my head."

"Ah, that's it. Wanna show me?"

She gave him a look, then leaned forward and scootched her dress up over her hips, up her torso, and over her head.

She was naked and looking luscious as could be.

"My clothes come off just as easy. Wanna see?"

She looked at him, gasping.

"Sure."

He pulled off his shirt in one motion, then pulled down his shorts and tossed them aside.

His cock was already semi-hard.

"That was easy," she smiled.

"Chelsea, would you like to come sit on my lap?"

"Ok, I guess so."

"You aren't sure?"

"It's just... I don't have a lot of experience with guys."

He nodded.

"Would you like me to teach you?"

She nodded her head.

He scootched down on the couch.

"Just kneel right here. Facing me. And give me a lap dance."

"I've never given a lap dance."

"Well, you've seen one, right?"

She shook her head.

"Oh, okay. Just spread your knees until you're sitting on my lap.

She slowly spread her knees, lowering herself to him.

"That's it, a little lower."

Her knees were spread wide now, her pussy inches from his cock.

"Now lower yourself a little bit more until you're touching me."

She lowered herself down and could feel his thick cock along the length of her slit.

She gasped.

"Good. Now, very slowly, rock your hips."

She slowly slid her pussy along the length of his cock.

He could feel the warm wetness of her pussy.

She let out a low moan.

"How's that feel?" he asked.

"Wonderful," she gasped.

"It feels wonderful for me too," he smiled. "Now, I want you to rock yourself all the up and all the way back."

With her hands on his shoulders, she slowly rocked her hips and slid her pussy all the way from the base of his cock to the head.

"It's so long," she gasped.

"It's about to get longer," he chuckled.

She gasped again.

"Keep moving that way. You're doing great."

"I'm doing a lap dance!"

"Yes, you are. An amazing lap dance."

He buried his face in her full breasts, tonguing her nipples.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned, arching her back.

"You feel like you're getting really big," she whispered.

"Yeah, and you feel like you're getting really wet."

"I am. So wet."

"Do you want to try and take me inside you?"

"OK," she gasped. "You should know... I've never done this before."

"You mean... you're a virgin?"

She nodded.

A smile crept across his face.

"Of course you are. We'll have to take it nice and slow then."

He stood his cock up and she began to lower herself onto him.

Her mouth was wide open as she took him inside.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," she gasped. "You feel big. Really big."

"And you feel really tight. Wonderfully tight."

She gasped.

"I'm not exactly sure what to do. Will you show me?"

"Course I will. Just take your time. There's no rush. The great thing about this position is you're in control. You get to decide how deep I go and how fast. That puts you change of your pleasure. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah," she gasped. "That sounds really good."

She was breathless, her body shaking.

"Just take a deep breath and relax. The other thing I like about his position, we get to look at each other. And you have such a beautiful face."

She smiled.

"Paul, can I kiss you?"

Paul realized that, in all the time they'd spent together, he and Chelsea had never actually kissed.

"Yeah. Definitely."

She leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. Softly at first, and then harder. More passionately.

Her arms were around his neck and she was tonguing him.

Almost involuntarily, she started to undulate her body, sliding her pussy up and back.

She was arching her back and then rounding it, sliding her pussy onto his cock.

Like cat and cow pose.

Their kiss finally ended and they both gasped for air.

"I really like the way you're moving your body," he said. "It's feels great for me."

"It feels great for me too. So great."

"Just do what feels good. Try different angles, leaning forward or back, and see what feels best."

"When I lean forward it feels really good. On my clit."

He smiled.

"Good. You're learning what you like."

She tried leaning back and her eyes got big.

"Ohhhh! That feels good too. Really good!"

"It stimulating a different part of your pussy. Like I said, you're in charge. You decide."

He reached up and took her breasts in his hands, squeezing them.

"I like that," she moaned. "When you squeeze my breasts like that. Keep doing that!"

He tweaked her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

She moaned again.

"Try rotating your hips. That might feel good."

She circled her hips, feeling his cock on every part of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly.

"Take my hands," he instructed. "Show me where you want me to touch you."

She took his hands in hers, them rubbed them on her breasts. Then she slid them down her abdomen to her pussy. She laid her head back, moaning.

"Chelsea, you're so fucking sexy!" he growled.

Having been shown the ropes, she moved from position to position. She leaned forward and rubbed her clit against his pubic bone, her breasts in his face. Then she leaned back and guided his hands to rub her clit again.

She was moaning so loudly, Jasmine could hear her through her headphones on the third floor.

"Let's try a different position," Paul said.

He helped her off his dick, turned her around, and then guided her to lay back against him. He was laying back on the couch, and she was laying on top of him, looking at the ceiling.

"This position's called Double Decker."

He guided his cock into her pussy, penetrating her shallowly. Just his head and a third of his shaft was inside her.

His arms were wrapped around her, one hand squeezing her breast, the other feeling her pussy.

They were both laying back, their heads resting on a couch pillow, and he was slowly thrusting upward into her.

She was rotating her hips on top of him.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

His cock head, taut and bulbous, was pressing into her again and again.

And she loved that feeling.

He was rubbing her clit with his fingertips and caressing her breast.

She felt like she'd died and gone to heaven.

She was able to lay back and relax, let him do most of the work, and just lose herself in the sensations.

It wasn't flashy, it wasn't acrobatic, it wasn't deep.

It. Just. Felt. Great.

Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face.

"So good!" she moaned. "I've been dreaming about this."

His lips found hers and they were kissing now. Passionate kisses as their bodies continued to move together.

Soon, she took over rubbing her clit. She was in total control.

He wrapped his arm around her thigh and started pumping his pelvis into her.

She rubbed her clit faster, just as she did all those night listening to Jasmine's words.

Only this time, instead of imagining Paul was making love to her, he really was.

"I'm gonna cum!" she cried. "I'm gonna cum!"

He kept doing what he was doing. Holding her fast. Thrusting himself into her. Squeezing her breast.

"Aiiiiiiiieeeeeyyyyyyy!" she screamed, as she rubbed her clit.

Two floors up, Jasmine just smiled.

When the cacophony finally died down, Jasmine took off her headphones, closed her laptop, and walked down the spiral staircase.

She found Paul and Chelsea laying on the couch, sipping tea.

"Well, I had a productive writing session. Thanks for giving me time to do that."

"No problem," Paul said. "We used the time productively too."

Chelsea smiled.

"I bet you did. Whaddya do?" Jasmine asked.

"Let's see. A little role play. A lap dance. Some Hot Seat. And then Double Decker."

"Sounds like you really covered the bases."

"Just enjoying ourselves. And learning a little bit along the way."

"Do you feel like you learned some new things, Chelsea?"

"Definitely. I love being on top. It's the best."

Jasmine smiled.

"I couldn't agree more."

"And forget bouncing! Sliding and grinding, that's the way to go!"

Jasmine laughed.

"You did learn a lot."

"You want some tea?" Paul asked. "Sleepy Time?"

"No, I'm good," Jasmine said, wearily. "I feel like I hit the wall. I'm ready for bed. Chels, can I set you up in your room?"

"Sure."

She took Chelsea upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms. She set out some clean towels for her to use.

"When you get up, help yourself to anything you want in the kitchen. We'll be up eventually and I'll make some breakfast."

"I had a great day," Chelsea smiled. "Thanks for everything."

Jasmine gave her a warm hug.

"See you in the morning."

Downstairs, she found Paul and they walked to the cottage.

"Chelsea seems happy," Jasmine said, softly.

"Yeah, I think she had a good day. I did too. It was fun."

"I'm glad. I'm sorry we didn't get much alone time. It's hard juggling everything."

He put his arm around her.

"Don't worry about it. We've got all day tomorrow."

She let out a sigh.

"Yeah, my mom's coming home earlier than I expected. But we'll definitely have time in the morning."

Paul felt like his time with Jasmine was slipping away.

In the cottage, Paul changed into his pajama bottoms while Jas used the sink in the bathroom.

Then they switched places, with Paul brushing his teeth and Jasmine getting into her nightgown in the bedroom.

When Paul came into the bedroom, he found Jasmine laying in bed, leaning against the headboard. Her eyelids were at half mast.

"You tired?"

"Yeah. Between packing for my trip and hanging out with you guys, I feel like I've been going a million miles an hour."

"You need to get a good night's sleep," he said, slipping into bed beside her.

"Yeah, I get antsy before I travel and don't sleep that well. Thinking about everything I have to do."

"I can help you tomorrow," Paul said, cuddling up to her. "Maybe make a to-do list."

She curled up next to him and put her arm around him.

"You know," he said, softly touching her face, "it occurred to me that this is the first time you and I have actually slept together in one of our bedrooms."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we've always been somewhere else. At the Claremont. The Ventana. At your mom's place in Pleasure Point."

"Wow," she said. "That makes tonight kinda special, doesn't it?"

Paul gave her a suave smile.

"I'd break out the champagne, but I'm fresh out."

She lay her face on his chest.

"It feels good to have you here. Seeing where I live. Being in my room."

"I like it," Paul said, nuzzling her. "I want to know all about you. Every facet."

"I can't believe I've never seen your apartment," she said, softly.

"I hope you come and stay with me a lot. When you're back from France."

"Mmmm, I want to."

"We can fall asleep to the sound of the breaking waves. Watch the moon setting over Monterey Bay. The moonlight reflecting on the water. It's so beautiful."

"I can't wait," she said, dreamily.

He was gently stroking her hair.

"You know, Jas, I've been thinking a lot lately. About the life I want to have. And I was asking myself, what's most important to me? What are the things that really bring me joy? And fulfillment? The ocean's one of 'em, for sure. I'll always want to be near the ocean. And, for a long time, I thought that was it, what I needed more than anything else. But lately, I've realized... and it really shocked me when I realized it... there's something else. Something that's even more important to me. I realized... the single most important thing I need to be happy... is you."

She looked into his eyes.

"You're the most important thing to me too," she said, softly. "You have been for a while now."

"I know. And I've been kinda slow to come around. With all my talk about us being independent... and open to other experiences... other people. But I feel like the more I've gotten to know you... the closer we get... the more convinced I am that you're the woman I want to be with. I love you, Jasmine."

"I love you too, Paul. I feel like you're my soul mate."

Paul smiled.

"So, let me ask you a question. If I'm your soul mate, then why are you so comfortable with me hooking up with your friends? It seems... contradictory."

"I was trying to show you that your life wouldn't have to change. That you could have your freedom and me. That I'm not the possessive type."

"No, you're definitely not. You're the least possessive person I've ever known."

She thought for a moment.

"But it's not only that. I think part of it... a big part of it... is because I feel like I'm not enough for you."

He looked at her, knitting his brows.

"Why would you even think that?"

She shook her head.

"Just look at you. You've got it all. You're smart. You're gorgeous. You've got a good heart. And you're an amazing lover. You can have any woman you want."

"You're the woman I want."

She nodded.

"I know. But sometimes I still feel scared. Deep inside."

"What are you scared of?"

She took a deep breath. This was hard for her to talk about.

"I've only loved one other man in my life. And he left me."

"Chad?"

"No, no," she said, shaking her head. "Well, he left me too. No, I'm talking about someone I loved much more than Chad."

"Who?"

"My dad. He left me twice."

She'd recently told him about her father, Etienne, whom she adored.

A celebrated French writer, he emigrated to California after marrying her mom. They had Jasmine, then went through major marital troubles, including his drinking problem. Their marriage eventually dissolved, and he moved out.

That was the first time Jasmine lost him. She was eight years old.

And then, after a night of heavy drinking, he crashed his car on a mountain road. They found him dead at the bottom of a ravine the next day.

That was the second time she lost him. This time, forever.

"My therapist says I blame myself for him leaving us. That kids sometimes feel responsible for their parents' breakup. I felt that way for a long time. Maybe if I was a little more intelligent, or a little more talented, or a little more... something, then maybe he wouldn't have left us. Maybe he'd still be alive."

He looked in her eyes.

"And it spills over into my personal life. I have this fear, deep inside me, that I'm somehow not enough. That I'll be found out. That, eventually, you'll see me for who I really am and you'll leave me."

Her eyes were welling with tears.

"You're enough, Jas. Just the way you are. I promise you."

"I'm trying to believe that."

He wrapped his hand softly around hers.

"You know," he said, "I was talking to Mack about you. About what a good person you are. And you know what she said?"

"What?"

Mack was Jasmine's 'big sister' and mentor at Cal.

"She said you're not just a good person, you're a great person. A one-in-a-million kind of person. And that I'm lucky to have you."

"She said that?"

He nodded.

"And you know what? She's absolutely right."

She shook her head, chuckling.

"What?" he asked.

"We're a pretty pathetic pair, aren't we? Both of us scared we're not good enough for the other."

He gave her a wry look.

"Pathetic," he said, "or maybe just... human."

She looked in both his eyes, nodding.

"I dunno," he smiled. "Sounds like a pretty good match to me."

He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers.

They kissed each other, deeply and passionately, with an affection that transcended all the kisses they'd ever enjoyed.

The kiss of two soul mates determined to share a life together.

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