Minutes from Madness

My Summer Project Part 3: Minutes from Madness

-- Chapter 1: Learning to Fly

"I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings..."

"For the first time, they didn't see a student. They saw me."

--Frank Hollis

The midday sun poured across the patio like warm silk, light glittering on the waters of Lower Genesee Lake. The Hollis estate shimmered under a soft blue sky, as if it had been polished just for today.

The lunch table, shaded beneath the wide cedar pergola, was an exercise in casual elegance... white linens, pale blue napkins, polished silver. Frank's mother had set it herself before departing, her meticulous touch woven through every small detail.

Frank worked the grill behind the outdoor kitchen island, methodically flipping skewers and arranging toasted flatbreads, following his mother's instructions to the letter. The scent of grilled vegetables and citrus-glazed chicken drifted over the patio, mingling with the sun-warmed cedar.

At the table, Bobbi, dressed, her bra stuffed in her bag, sat nearest the grill, sunglasses perched on her head, her iPad in her lap, a glass of wine in hand. She smiled every time Frank glanced at her, each smile carrying the secret knowledge of their morning tryst. Her blonde pigtails and tied-tan blouse gave her the air of a mischievous sprite... dangerous and disarming.

Frank tried to focus on the food, but every so often, his gaze strayed... trailing along Bobbi's crossed legs, her bare midriff, the glint of the silver navel bangle resting just below the knot of her shirt.

The patio doors swung open with a soft thud, and the low murmur of Rayna and Tom's conversation. Their laughter floated ahead of them, light and easy... the earlier tension between them replaced with a different, secret intimacy. A satisfaction neither of them dared speak aloud.

Rayna's short brown hair shimmered with a damp sheen, catching the sun. Her cheeks still held a subtle flush that had little to do with the weather. Tom walked close beside her, his briefcase in hand, but his eyes occasionally flicked toward her... not possessive, but with a rawness that hadn't been there yesterday.

But when they stepped onto the deck and spotted the figure at the table, both slowed, confusion... and something else... washing across their faces.

Seated casually at the table, barefoot, wine glass in hand, was a petite blonde with long pigtails, a tied tan blouse knotted just under her breasts, and a white tennis skirt so short it barely brushed the tops of her thighs. A silver bangle glinted from her navel. Her skin glowed warm gold under the sun.

There she is, the woman in the window.

Guess the holy sister likes to get filled before lunch.

Bobbi hid her grin behind her wine glass.

Rayna stopped mid-stride, her mouth tightening.

She couldn't help it. A sharp flicker of jealousy twisted in her gut... hot, bitter, irrational. She recognized the blonde.

That's her. The one who saw me.

Frank's girlfriend. Or mistress. Or both.

Rayna's stomach twisted. Her face flushed with heat... from shame, from anger, from something darker.

Frank's little friend, Rayna thought bitterly. She looked young, relaxed, claimed. Like she belonged here. Rayna's mind filled in the blanks with cruel efficiency.

Is this who he's been fucking? The girl he wakes up with, cum-soaked and sweaty, tangled in his expensive sheets? The girl he smiles at in the morning before heading off to his bright future?

The thought made her chest ache, and something darker stirred low in her belly... an ache of anger, envy... and something she wasn't ready to name. The memory of seeing Bobbi's naked form sunning itself, utterly unashamed, returned vividly, and the ghost of an illicit thrill whispered through her body.

Rayna forced a thin smile, cocking her head.

"Frank," she said lightly, too lightly, "Who's your little friend?"

Beside her, Tom tensed... caught by a reaction far more primal.

His eyes swept up the blonde's bare legs, the smooth expanse of her inner thighs where her short skirt flirted with danger. His gaze traced the flat, taut midriff, the soft swell of high, perfect breasts straining against the thin fabric.

Then he met Bobbi's eyes... the lazy, knowing glint behind her sunglasses... and his cock gave an involuntary twitch inside his chinos.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The cold shower he'd taken after his tryst with Rayna now seemed laughable. Embers exploded back into open flame.

Tom shifted his briefcase to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

She's fuckable in every way. Christ, who is she? One of Mari's party girls? Some rich summer fling?

For a second, one dangerous, reckless second, he imagined her knees spread, that tiny skirt rucked up, those long legs wrapped around his waist, nothing between him and her bare, glistening heat. Her moans filling his ears as he slowly pushed his hard cock inside her.

He tore his gaze away with effort.

Meanwhile, Frank moved with casual ease, stepping out from behind the grill, unaware of the silent turmoil behind his guests' faces.

They looked relaxed; they seemed so tense when they arrived.

"Good timing, lunch is ready," Frank said, voice easy, almost amused.

He motioned between them with a small, practiced gesture.

"Dr. Sister Rayna Simons, Dr. Thomas Richter... meet Dr. Bobbi Baxter."

The words hung in the warm air like a dropped stone.

Rayna blinked, confusion knitting her brow.

Tom froze, mouth half-open.

The name barely had time to settle before Frank continued, introducing Bobbi formally.

"Vice-Dean of Sciences and Director of Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning at Caltech. Visiting Scholar at Harvard, MIT, and Yale. President of the Pine Run Trust."

Bobbi rose lightly to her feet, modest and poised, despite the weight of Frank's introduction.

Rayna and Tom froze. Their mouths opened slightly in stunned silence. They knew Bobbi Baxter by reputation... but they hadn't expected this.

Bobbi laughed softly. "Breathe, guys. It's okay."

Blue eyes met brown, with a knowing grin on her lips. She hugged Rayna like an old friend. She turned, gave Tom the same look and extended a firm, warm handshake to him.

Rayna stammered, cheeks flushing. "I am so sorry, Dr. Baxter. I... I didn't recognize you. I just read your work on using AI to map DNA mutation patterns."

Tom remained mute, eyes wide in disbelief, a tension burning inside him that wasn't just from awe. "It's an honor, Dr. Baxter."

"It's okay." Bobbi smiled warmly. "I get that reaction a lot. I know I look like I'm still sneaking into R-rated movies."

They laughed awkwardly, the worst of the tension draining. Bobbi's humility did more to put them at ease than any resume could.

Bobbi motioned them to the table, "Please, sit. And relax. I promise not to bite..."

Too hard.

Still stunned, Tom and Rayna sat across from each other, flanking Bobbi.

Bobbi retrieved the wine from the cooler and poured a glass for the two committee members. "You should have seen Frank and Cathy's faces this morning," she laughed. "I thought I'd have to do CPR on Frank if he didn't start breathing."

Rayna gave a small laugh, the tension easing.

Bobbi poured them both wine with casual elegance, the sun gleaming off the rim of the bottle. As she handed Rayna her glass, their fingers brushed... warm skin against skin, electric.

Still shaking from this morning, Sister?

I'd be curious to see if you moan the same way for me.

Rayna stiffened, the spark shooting straight up her arm and blooming into something sharper, heavier, lower. Her mouth went dry.

She looked up instinctively... and met Bobbi's eyes behind her sunglasses. Calm, confident, knowing.

Does she know what she just did?

Rayna took the glass hastily, careful not to let their fingers touch again, murmuring a distracted thanks.

She caught Tom glancing at her, but if he noticed anything, he said nothing.

Bobbi smiled again, slow, lazy, and turned back to her own wine as if nothing had happened at all.

Rayna sipped automatically, her mind spinning. The summer heat outside had nothing on the heat simmering just beneath her skin.

She didn't look at Bobbi. She couldn't.

"I've read your work on adaptive mushroom evolution twice, Dr. Simons," Bobbi added smoothly. "And your field work with nutrient-absorption cycles in second-growth forest layers was part of what convinced me this land needed scientists, not just surveyors."

Rayna blinked again. "I... thank you. That means more than I can say."

Bobbi turned to Tom. "And Dr. Richter, your methane-release model from the Alaskan permafrost is, frankly, terrifying and brilliant. Your projections helped us frame our carbon sink strategy in Pine Run's long-term vision."

Tom sat back, surprise flickering across his otherwise easygoing face. "Didn't expect to hear that over grilled chicken."

Bobbi smiled. "You will find I read compulsively. I'm a fan of good work. Titles don't impress me. Results do."

Rayna leaned forward. "Then I think we're going to get along just fine."

They sipped wine and let the lake breeze soften the atmosphere. For the first time that day, formality truly began to peel away.

When Bobbi sat back down, she turned to Rayna with a conspiratorial smile.

"I love your skirt, by the way. Very summery. Very sexy. Anglican chic?"

Rayna laughed, her earlier embarrassment fading. "I left Sister Rayna at my apartment. Just Ray this weekend."

Tom grinned mischievously. "I've known Ray for five years. Never even knew she had legs before today."

Rayna's cheeks colored... but now there was something different in her smile, something sharper.

Frank returned to the head of the table, the final platters laid out: grilled vegetables, lemon-thyme chicken, and couscous with sun-dried tomatoes. He tapped his glass gently to get their attention.

"I just want to say," Frank began, his voice strong but warm, "thank you all for being here. It means a lot to my father... and to me."

But before he could finish, Tom leaned back in his chair with an easy, almost smirking grin.

"Yeah, yeah, Frankie-boy," Tom interrupted, waving his hand lazily. "We know the deal. Daddy left you the PowerPoint and a permission slip. Read the slides, let Bobbi tell us the real story, and we'll hash it out later like grown-ups."

The words landed harder than maybe Tom intended.

Frank's smile froze for half a second, then slowly melted into something tighter, colder. Bobbi's eyes flared dangerously behind her sunglasses but said nothing yet, watching. Frank needs to handle this himself, she thought.

Across the table, Rayna straightened abruptly, her casual smile falling from her lips.

Frank drew a slow breath, letting the moment stretch just long enough to command the room.

Before he could speak, Rayna slammed her palm lightly but sharply on the table.

"BROTHER THOMAS," she snapped, voice sharp as cracked ice. "Apologize. Now."

Tom looked genuinely startled.

Where was this fire hiding all this time? She's not just reclaiming her voice... she's setting fire to every mask she's worn. And I... I want to burn with her.

Rayna was still standing, face flushed... not with embarrassment, but with a fierce protectiveness... and beneath it, complicated, electric, was something else.

Desire.

Not just for Frank. Not just for Tom. Now, unsettlingly, for Bobbi too.

Frank raised his hand calmly, voice steady but dripping venom.

"It's okay, Rayna. I appreciate it." He turned and locked eyes with Tom.

"You're operating under bad assumptions, Dr. Richter. Easy ones. Lazy ones."

Tom opened his mouth... but Frank cut him off smoothly.

"You assumed that because I'm young, because I'm my father's son, because I haven't built a CV that fills ten pages yet, I couldn't possibly lead this. You assumed I'm just parroting my dad's words."

Frank leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping into something low and lethal.

"But assumptions are dangerous, Tom. Especially around here."

Tom sat back, chastened.

Bobbi chose that moment to jump in... not to soften the blow, but to reframe it.

"Tom," she said brightly, almost playfully. "Quick question... You and Ray have been reading the project updates Ted sends out every week, right?"

Tom nodded, still frowning. Rayna, still brimming with adrenaline, nodded too.

Bobbi's smile sharpened, just slightly.

"Well, you might find it interesting that Ted hasn't written a single one of them."

Frank shot Bobbi a glance, How does she know... he said to himself.

Silence fell over the table like a drawn curtain.

Rayna looked confused. "Who then?"

Bobbi tapped her nail lightly against her wine glass. "I wondered that too. At first, I thought maybe a paralegal or a junior associate was ghostwriting. But it didn't fit."

She glanced at Frank, who watched her with narrowed, curious eyes.

"I've been training an AI agent... named him Frank, actually... to recognize authorship patterns. I fed it every sample I could find: Ted's legal briefs, academic reports, public statements, even casual emails."

Rayna leaned in, fascinated.

"And the pattern didn't match Ted's linguistic fingerprint. Not even close. The vocabulary was too technical. The phrasing too clean. No legalese. No risk mitigation language."

Tom's brow furrowed deeper.

"So then," Bobbi continued, "I got curious. I fed in samples from your work, Tom. And yours, Rayna. Academic papers, grant proposals, published articles."

"Still no match."

She grinned.

"So then I dug deeper. I cross-referenced archived assignments from UW Madison. Engineering reports. Emails. Term papers. All from one Francis Scot Hollis."

Frank's eyes widened. "How the hell did you...?"

Bobbi winked. "Don't ask unless you want me to lie, Frankie."

Rayna and Tom stared at Frank like they were seeing him for the first time.

Bobbi leaned back, satisfied. "My Frank didn't even blink. Five seconds. Confirmed it: Frank Hollis is the real author behind everything you've been reading for the last three months."

Tom stood slowly, his eyes lowered, his voice apologetic, and extended his hand across the table.

"I apologize, Frank. I was rude, dismissive, and wrong."

Frank shook it, firm and calm. "Thank you. Just... next time? Give people the benefit of the doubt. We're not always what we seem."

Rayna, still standing, cracked a rare, wicked grin.

"You make an ass out of yourself when you assume, Brother Thomas," she said sweetly. "And if you do it again, I'll slap that fucking grin into the next county." Rayna winked at Tom.

Bobbi cracked up, slapping Rayna's palm in a crisp high-five.

Frank laughed, surprised at Rayna's use of profanity.

Even Tom chuckled, shaking his head as he sat back down.

The tension broke.

Lunch flowed easily afterward... wine, laughter, stories. The embers between them... professional, personal, sexual... glowed hot beneath the surface.

As they ate and talked about the upcoming meeting, the easy rhythm of conversation pulled them into a looser orbit. Rayna found herself relaxing, smiling genuinely, forgetting for a while the confusion knotted in her chest.

Bobbi sat close beside her, their chairs angled slightly inward. Every so often, when Bobbi leaned in to laugh or reach for her glass, her bare knee brushed against Rayna's under the table... light, casual, almost accidental.

The first time it happened, Rayna ignored it.

The second time, she shifted slightly, brushing back.

The third time, she stayed very still.

Heat gathered low in her belly, pooling there, thick and sweet.

She could smell the faint hint of Bobbi's sunscreen... coconut and sun-warmed skin... and when Bobbi tipped her sunglasses down briefly to emphasize some joke she was telling, Rayna caught a glint of wickedness in her blue eyes.

Was she imagining it?

Bobbi said nothing. She just smiled that slow, easy smile and turned back to Tom, discussing restoration techniques for wetland preserves.

Rayna tried to focus on her couscous, but her fork scraped the plate uselessly for a full minute before she realized she hadn't actually eaten anything.

When Bobbi's bare foot lightly bumped hers under the table, Rayna's heart kicked against her ribs.

She told herself it was nothing. Just casual. Just friendly.

She saw everything. And now she's touching me like it's a game.

The same part of me that begged Tom not to pull out... wants to see what she'd do with her tongue.

Frank silently watched his guests meld. Bobbi leaning in to explain Pine Run's roots, as he watched Rayna relax into her chair, glowing with laughter, as he watched Tom glance toward him with genuine, newfound respect...

He realized something had changed. These weren't just a group of academics he had to host. We're becoming a team.

As the meal wound down and the table fell into easier chatter about the land and the afternoon schedule, Rayna reached for her wine but found her hand shaking. She set the glass down before it spilled.

Bobbi leaned in again... this time only to say something to Tom... but her perfume drifted over Rayna like heat.

Rayna's skin prickled.

She caught Bobbi's gaze briefly, across the rim of her sunglasses. The other woman smiled... slight, effortless... then turned away.

She knows. God help me, she knows everything.

Rayna excused herself quietly, muttering something about forgetting her briefcase, and walked into the house on stiff legs.

Inside, her heart hammered against her ribs like a warning bell.

You're not going to fuck her. You're not. You can't.

But deep inside, that same part of her... the part she had tried to drown in prayer and cold water... whispered back.

Then why does the thought make you wet?

Bobbi watched Rayna walk across the deck. Finished her glass of wine and rose, picking up her plate. "Time to earn our keep." She said, easily, playfully, as she glanced around the table.

Frank wants to prove himself. Tom wants another round.

But Rayna? Rayna's the wild card. I saw her in the window... and she saw me see her.

She's not ready to admit what she wants. But I'll help her get there.

Tom stacked his plate on top of Rayna's and grabbed a few wine glasses, falling into step behind Bobbi as they headed toward the house.

He should have been feeling triumphant.

He had just fucked Sister Rayna Simons... the same reserved, buttoned-up Rayna who used to blush if a joke got too dirty... and she'd ridden him like a woman starved.

... Never in a million years...

He should have been grinning like an idiot.

Instead, he found himself unsettled.

Rayna's body was still humming from what they'd done... he could see it in the way she moved, loose and raw around the edges... but her eyes... her eyes kept darting toward Bobbi.

Not Frank.

Not even him.

Bobbi.

Jesus. What's happening here? Will she come to my bed again?

He smirked at the thought, but the knot in his gut didn't untangle.

Something had shifted.

And he wasn't sure anymore if he was ahead of it, or already two steps behind.

-- Chapter 2: Edge of Seventeen

"Just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she's singing..."

"They thought I was the kid in the room. Turns out, I was the one holding the map."

--Frank Hollis

The wine was cleared, the plates stacked, and the sun had moved far enough to start casting shadows across the patio... but none longer than the ones stretching between the people gathering in the hallway outside the conference room.

They were colleagues now. Maybe friends.

But no one here was pretending this weekend was just about land.

Except, maybe, Frank.

Frank stepped forward to open the door when Rayna appeared, briefcase in hand. A tight knot still curled in her chest, but she felt calmer. Centered. Her few minutes alone had allowed her to seal away the darker, lingering desires behind mental walls.

She prayed. She didn't mean to. It just happened. The boxes were closed.

For now.

Bobbi smiled sweetly, stepping aside. "Perfect timing," she said, and gestured for Rayna to enter first.

Tom and Bobbi followed, then Frank.

Time to show them who Frank Hollis really is.

Rayna and Tom hesitated for a second inside the conference room, unsure of where to sit, until they noticed the two empty chairs at the far end of the long, sleek table... the only spots without computers. Bobbi claimed the seat closest to the near side and Frank moved around to the far end, his back to the blackout curtains.

A single sheet of paper lay atop a binder in front of each chair.

Tom lifted the page, frowning. "What's this?" he asked, holding it up. "An NDA? Why do we need an NDA?"

Bobbi looked up, apologetic but composed. "I should've said something earlier. It's not about this meeting. It's about what happens after."

Rayna and Tom exchanged a puzzled glance, then looked down to scan the document.

Bobbi's voice softened, still clear. "It's more about me than you. As you might know... or maybe not... I'm involved in projects with both public and private entities. Once we leave this room, the weekend begins. I'll probably mix up a batch of margaritas, drink too much, talk too much... and say things I shouldn't."

She gave a coy smile.

"I like bouncing ideas off people outside my usual circles. I did that with Frank this morning. My team is drafting two patent applications in his name as we speak."

Tom and Rayna both turned toward Frank, eyebrows raised. Frank's proud grin filled his face.

"I've signed one, too," Bobbi continued, holding up her copy. "What happens here, or outside this room after today..., it stays at the Hollis Estate."

Bobbi noted the flicker of anxiety that passed across Rayna's face.

Yes, Sister, this creates a safe space for you to be as naughty as you like this weekend.

I'm counting on it.

"My dad hates it when people call this place an estate," Frank muttered.

"Too fucking bad," Bobbi laughed. "It's a fucking estate whether he likes it or not."

As he finished signing, Frank glanced around the table. No hesitation. No deference. He caught Tom's eye, held it.

You thought I was just some intern... the fuck-up with nice shoulders and Daddy's house. But you're in my house now. And I know this land better than you ever will.>

"Frankie, would you be a dear and make three copies of each, please?" Bobbi said, passing him the pages. "So everyone has a set."

Frank collected the papers and left the room. The others opened their binders, flipping through the contents. Tom and Rayna pulled out their laptops. Bobbi shared the Wi-Fi password and a secure link to a folder containing all digital assets related to the meeting.

Frank returned moments later, distributing folders labeled with each of their names. Then he moved to his seat but remained standing.

"It's three o'clock, and we're starting a bit late," he said. "Lunch went long, but I think we're okay. I'm going to start the recording."

"Frank," Bobbi interjected gently, "Let me record... it'll be more inclusive. I've already tapped into the room's systems."

Frank didn't even blink. "Cool, thanks."

"And if no one minds," she added, "I'm going to have Stella take minutes. She's my AI stenographer."

"You named your AI?" Tom asked, amused.

"I name all my children," Bobbi replied with a smile. "Stella, say hi."

"Hello, everyone. Nice to meet you. My name is Stella, and it will be my pleasure to take notes for you. Will you each say your full name clearly, so I can properly attribute your comments? Bobbi, please tell me who is seated next to you."

"Dr. Sister Rayna Simons is to my right. The rest are to her right."

Each person gave their name in turn, marveling as Stella responded with subtle corrections and acknowledgments.

Rayna gave her name clearly, but her fingers drummed against the table. She was aware of Bobbi's presence beside her... the warmth of her bare arm so close, her scent laced with lime, salt, and something floral.

Don't think about what she saw. Don't think about her smile.

Bobbi glanced at her, almost imperceptibly.

You're trying so hard to stay holy, Sister. Let's see how long that lasts.

The recording began.

"Welcome, everyone," Frank said, voice now formal but strong, "and thank you for attending the meeting of the Door County Property Committee..."

He launched into his presentation without notes, walking them through the property's complicated legal history, current use (or lack thereof), the surrounding towns and economies, infrastructure, and the potential disaster of unrestricted development. Bobbi, Rayna, and Tom each asked pointed questions. Frank answered each with steady confidence and without notes.

For the first time, he didn't wonder if he belonged. He knew.

Bobbi watched him with quiet pride.

You're going to be dangerous once you realize what you're capable of.

At twenty past the hour, she stood.

"Alright," she said. "Time for me to take over."

The lights dimmed. Then fell to pitch black.

The sudden brassy crescendo of *Also Sprach Zarathustra* blared from the theater-quality sound system.

The center of the table exploded into light.

Rayna jumped in her seat. Tom flinched. Frank grinned.

A small image grew from Bobbi's sleek circular projector, rising like a glass dome from the center of the table. With the next musical swell, it solidified into a hovering 3D holographic projection: the Pine Run community from above.

Rayna clapped before she realized what she was doing. Tom and Frank followed suit.

Bobbi's presentation unfolded like something out of a sci-fi film... vivid, interactive, elegant. She walked them through Pine Run's sustainable infrastructure, its thoughtful preservation of wetlands, the trust's purpose, and the guiding principles of design.

Then the view shifted to a satellite image of the Door Peninsula. It zoomed in from over Lake Michigan, descending smoothly toward second-growth forest, open fields, and dense marshland. With a gesture, Bobbi transformed the image into topographic and hydrological overlays.

Frank leaned forward.

"Holy crap," he said. "I've never seen this level of detail on Google Maps."

"That's because these aren't from Google," Bobbi replied, grinning. "And before you ask, I can't tell you who gave them to me. Let's just say... I called in a favor."

Tom whistled softly. "Amazing."

Rayna's fingers brushed the glowing edge of the projection, eyes wide with wonder. For a moment, she forgot everything else. Even Bobbi beside her.

Then Bobbi said, "One more overlay... and a confession."

The image stripped away vegetation, revealing bare ground beneath... exposing scars, patterns, and features they hadn't seen before.

Frank leaned closer. "You had a LIDAR survey done..."

"Yes. Flew it last month," Bobbi admitted. "Courtesy of a friend at the University of Michigan."

Tom stared. "I tried to get the Diocese to approve a LIDAR survey last year. They wouldn't touch it."

Rayna looked up sharply. "How much did this cost?"

"Nothing," Bobbi replied. "Michigan's about to begin mapping Great Lakes shorelines. This area was already on their roadmap for 2027. I just... moved us up."

Jesus. She just shifts reality to fit her schedule, doesn't she? Rayna thought.

Outlines appeared on the map in red and blue.

"The red are possible pre-Columbian structures. Maybe mining digs. Maybe burial sites. Blue ones are more recent. Either way, you'll want archaeologists and tribal liaisons before touching any of them."

Tom groaned. "The Diocese is not going to like this..."

Rayna shook her head. "I don't know. If we position it right, this could be a massive PR win. We found them, and we're protecting them. It's a bridge to the native tribes."

Frank pointed to a faint line crossing the map. "Do you have a pointer?"

Bobbi slid her iPad across the table. "Use your finger. It'll draw in purple."

Frank began tracing. Boxed two stream crossings. Circled four large, level areas. Then his hand froze.

"Fuck..." he muttered, setting the iPad down and stepping back.

"What?" Bobbi asked.

"The line's a road," Frank said. "Old one. There's no record, but I've seen traces. The squares are bridges... wide ones. The circles? Build sites."

Bobbi's grin was restrained. She already knew. She just wanted to see who'd notice.

"You're saying this road and those sites already exist?" Tom asked.

"Yes," Frank confirmed. "We could improve them without major disruption. The elevation's right. The bridges are solid. We've got a pre-cut corridor running north to south."

"And over here," Frank continued, highlighting an elevated area near town, "we can build affordable housing. Near the lake? That's parkland. Or tribal land. Or both."

"Frank, you're a genius," Rayna breathed.

"That's what I've been saying all day," Bobbi chimed in.

Even Tom looked impressed. "Frank, you've done good."

Bobbi tapped her tablet. Numbers popped up.

Tom blinked. "These parcels are huge. The smallest is ten square miles. And this line... what's that?"

"Powerline right-of-way," Frank said. "Could be used for utilities. Fiber. Cable."

"You've got a full strategy here," Bobbi said, eyes gleaming. "Affordable housing tied to environmental corridors, lakeshore protected as parkland, tribal cooperation... revenue for the town. A complete vision."

Tom stood. "I think we're finished here. This exceeds every goal we came with. And I recommend that Frank lead the presentation to the Bishop. This is his baby now."

Rayna and Bobbi nodded in agreement.

God help me, I'm actually proud of him, Rayna thought.

God help me, I'm a little turned on, Bobbi thought.

Tom glanced at the clock. "Four o'clock. I move we adjourn and have Stella send the minutes to Ted."

"I second the motion," Rayna said. Bobbi and Frank nodded.

"Meeting adjourned," Frank announced.

The lights returned. The hologram faded. And the blackout curtains drew open, revealing the sparkling blue of Lower Genesee Lake.

"Holy fuck..." Rayna whispered.

"That's the same thing I said the first time I walked into this room," Bobbi said, eyes on Frank. "It's almost orgasmic."

"Yes. Yes, it is," Rayna agreed, breathless.

Tom looked at her, surprised by the tone.

"IT'S MARGARITA TIME!" Bobbi shouted, bolting for the door. "First one there gets to do body shots off me!"

Rayna and Tom froze.

Then Rayna darted toward the door, laughing.

Frank chased her, calling after them.

Tom blinked, then followed... a grin breaking across his face.

God help me, this weekend's just getting started.

1-- Chapter 3: Wicked Game

"The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you."

"I didn't lose control. I let it go. There's a difference."

-- Dr. Sister Rayna Simons

Bobbi, Rayna, and Frank raced down the hall, laughter trailing behind them like sparks. Knowing there was no way he'd catch up, Tom took his time. He didn't actually think Bobbi had been serious about someone doing a body shot off her... though after the looks she gave Rayna at lunch, he wasn't so sure anymore. He stopped at the guest restroom, adjusting his pants, trying to cool the ache between his legs.

Rayna's long legs gave her the edge. She caught up to Bobbi just as they hit the kitchen and tackled her playfully, almost pinning her against the island.

"I WON!" Rayna laughed, grabbing Bobbi around the waist. Their arms wrapped around each other in a tangle of movement and breathless giggles.

And then their eyes met.

Time froze.

Their bodies pressed flush, breasts mashed together, heat blooming where they touched. Bobbi's breath was warm against Rayna's cheek, and Rayna's hands stayed where they were, fingers trembling.

Their laughter died.

For a moment, nothing existed but that pressure between them.

Then Frank crashed into the island beside them, still laughing, and the spell shattered. Rayna stepped back quickly. Bobbi felt a jolt of loss deep inside, something sharp and unexpected tearing loose.

They both started laughing again... but something had changed.

"You didn't win this time, Frankie boy," Rayna grinned. Her voice was teasing now, warm, not cutting like Tom's had been.

Bobbi slid around the island, catching her breath. "Frank, help me make the margaritas."

He heard their laughter, but something in the air had shifted. Something electric.

"What do you need?" Frank asked, stepping to her side.

"Tequila!" Rayna shouted.

Bobbi laughed. "Good tequila, triple sec or Cointreau, fresh limes, simple syrup, and salt. Sea salt or margarita salt... I'm not picky."

"Check that cupboard," Frank pointed. "Mom makes them all the time."

He pulled a huge bag of limes from the fridge.

"Yup, everything's here except the tequila," Bobbi confirmed.

Frank opened another cabinet. "Take your pick: Clase Azul, Don Julio, Patrón, or Cuervo."

"Ooooh, Clase Azul." Bobbi turned, eyes lighting up. "How much do you have?"

"One mostly full. One unopened. Probably a few more in the bar downstairs."

"Can we drink it?"

"Sure. Mom always has more coming. It's not like she orders by the bottle."

"Perfect. I'll take both. Time to ring the bell..." Bobbi grinned as she opened the bottle and took a drink. She handed the bottle to Frank, who hesitated, took a drink and then he handed it to Rayna. A grin Frank had never seen before rose on Rayna's face and she took a swig from the bottle.

"WHA!" Rayna shook her head and laughed. "That warmed me right down to my..." she glanced at Frank and never finished the sentence.

"This shit's like an aphrodesiac," Bobbi chuckled. "Frank, where's your juicer?"

Frank pulled one from a lower cabinet.

"Rayna, can you slice at least a dozen of those?" he asked, setting a cutting board and knife on the island next to the limes.

"Sure thing," Rayna said, joining the assembly line.

The kitchen buzzed with movement... tequila pouring, limes juicing, ice clattering into the blender. Tom wandered in, opened the liquor cabinet, and plucked the bottle of Pappy Van Winkle. He poured a generous glass, neat, and sat at the island.

"We're about to have margaritas, and you're drinking bourbon?" Rayna teased.

"Can't pass up a sip of Ted's Pappy," Tom said, swirling the amber liquid. "Want a taste?"

Rayna took the glass, sipped, and made a face. "Too strong," she said, handing it back.

Tom held it near her arm. "It's about the same shade as your skin," he mused. Then, leaning closer, he added with a grin, "You taste better than the bourbon."

Rayna froze mid-slice, a rush of memory bursting into her mind.

God, that was hot.

"I want to eat you first next time," Tom whispered, sliding his tongue seductively over his lips. He leaned closer to Rayna and spoke even softer. "I want to lap you with my tongue and drink you until you beg me to stop..."

"Shhh," Rayna hissed, glancing toward Bobbi and Frank. The memory of his hairless body and stiff cock flooded her mind. Something else flooded her panties.

"Maybe..." she added under her breath, a sly smirk tugging at her lips.

Maybe I'll ride his face.

"Limes!" Bobbi called, grinning.

Ten minutes later, they were all seated at the island with fresh margaritas in hand, toasting the meeting's success. Bobbi passed out shot glasses and lime wedges, salt shaker in the middle of the table.

Frank raised his glass. "So... swim or boat ride?"

Before anyone answered, Frank got a text and stepped away to call his dad. He returned five minutes later.

"He wants you to call him," Frank said, looking at Tom.

Tom disappeared briefly and returned with a grin.

"You impressed him," he said to Frank. "You impressed all of us. But no boat tonight. Ted told me in no uncertain terms to get you drunk... and keep you off the water."

Tom clapped Frank on the back. Bobbi laughed and poured another round of shots.

After they drank, Rayna's smile faltered.

"I forgot my suit," she said.

"There's suits in every room," Frank assured her. "There should be a couple that fit."

"Come on," Bobbi said, grabbing Rayna's hand. "There are a dozen more in the guest house. We'll find the perfect one for you."

She led Rayna out the patio doors.

-- Chapter 4: Fade Into You

"I want to hold the hand inside you..."

"Every barrier I once clung to melted the moment she touched me."

-- Rayna Simons

The guest house took Rayna's breath away.

She stopped in the middle of the room, turning in slow circles. "This is beautiful..."

"I said the same thing this morning," Bobbi replied, already pulling open dresser drawers. She started laying swimsuits across the surface like cards in a seductive game.

"Ooo, I like this one," she said, setting aside a tiny, sheer bikini. Then she held up a red set. "You'd look amazing in this."

She turned to Rayna, holding the top and bottom against her frame. "Try it on."

"Right here?"

"The guys are in the house. No one's watching."

Rayna hesitated. "I don't know... that doesn't look like it'll cover much."

Bobbi smiled. "That's the point of a bikini. Come on."

Bobbi began unbuttoning her blouse and turned, not out of modesty, but because her preferred bikini was behind her.

Rayna couldn't move.

Bobbi stripped with graceful ease. She hadn't worn a bra. When she bent to slide off her panties, Rayna got a clear view of her toned ass and the pale folds of her sex. Heat flared between her thighs.

Bobbi pulled on a sheer white bikini... nearly identical to the one Cathy wore on the deck... and turned.

Rayna's breath caught.

It was nearly see-through. The top barely veiled Bobbi's nipples, and the bottom left nothing to the imagination.

"Come on, Ray. We're all girls here."

"I... I can't wear this..."

"There are one-pieces too," Bobbi said gently. "Let's just get you out of those clothes."

Rayna stood frozen as Bobbi stepped close and began unbuttoning her blouse, looking up into her eyes as she slowly undressed her. The blouse slid from Rayna's shoulders and pooled at her feet. Bobbi unzipped the skirt with excruciating care, then let it fall.

"I have a bra and panty set just like this," she said softly, unclasping the front of Rayna's bra, baring her round caramel breasts and hard, dark nipples.

Bobbi slid the straps down Rayna's shoulders. Rayna shuddered as her nipples brushed the air. Her breath quickened.

Dear Lord, I feel like I'm about to cum.

Bobbi knelt, unclasped her sandals, then slid her hands up Rayna's thighs and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. She pulled them down slowly. Her lips hovered near Rayna's belly. She didn't kiss... not yet. Just breathed in the heat of her skin, letting the tension stretch like melted sugar.

"God, you're beautiful," she whispered, fingers brushing the bare curve of Rayna's hip. "You want me to touch you?"

Rayna could only nod.

Bobbi's face was now eye-level with her trimmed bush. One inhale, and Bobbi knew: she was dripping. She wanted to taste. But not yet. Tease first. Worship later.

Bobbi rose, hands gliding up Rayna's sides. Bobbi tilted her head back, staring up into Rayna's flushed face.

"Keep your legs open, Sister," Bobbi murmured, voice rich with amusement. "Let me see how much sin you've saved for me."

Rayna's breath hitched. Her legs obeyed.

"You're wet," Bobbi whispered.

"I know," Rayna exhaled.

Rayna leaned down and kissed her.

Bobbi kissed back, tongues brushing, testing, sliding together like silk. Rayna's knees weakened as Bobbi's hands cupped her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples in slow, sensual arcs.

Rayna moaned into her mouth. Bobbi pressed her advantage, pulling Rayna in close, rolling her thumbs over the stiff, dark peaks. Rayna's hands gripped her arms for balance.

Then Bobbi's hand began to drift... lower, down Rayna's stomach, nails grazing lightly, teasing the edge of her curls.

Rayna's breath caught.

Then Bobbi's fingers slipped through her slick folds.

Rayna cried out, softly at first... a sharp inhale, a desperate moan that seemed to shudder up from her thighs.

Bobbi's fingers slid down, then up again, slowly parting Rayna's lips, tracing her soaked opening, gathering wetness. Her thumb grazed Rayna's clit... a light touch, too soft to satisfy, perfect to tease.

Rayna's hips bucked forward. "Oh... fuck... Bobbi... "

Bobbi smiled against her mouth, pulling her closer, one hand gripping the back of Rayna's neck while the other danced between her legs.

She circled Rayna's clit in slow, deliberate spirals, wet fingers gliding over her slick nub until Rayna was trembling.

"Don't stop..." Rayna whispered, gasping against her cheek.

Bobbi didn't.

Her fingers worked in rhythm now... thumb on clit, two fingers pushing inside, curling ever so slightly, searching for that spot.

Rayna whimpered. Her head fell back, exposing her throat. Bobbi kissed her neck, her collarbone, even as her fingers plunged deeper.

Then she found it... that patch of velvet just inside. Rayna jerked like she'd been shocked.

Bobbi pressed again. Then again.

Rayna sobbed, "Oh my God... I can't..."

Her knees gave out. Bobbi caught her with one arm, held her upright, never letting her fingers stop. She increased the pressure on Rayna's clit, rubbing tight circles as her fingers pumped inside her, building the rhythm, faster now, harder.

Rayna was gasping, her moans breaking into raw, desperate cries.

Her thighs clenched. Her abs tightened. Her hands clawed at Bobbi's arms.

Then she came.

Rayna's body bowed like a drawn bowstring. "Oh GOD, yes... " she cried, voice cracking as the orgasm tore through her. Her thighs clamped. Her cunt clenched and gushed. She came so hard she saw white.

Bobbi held her, whispering gently, kissing her shoulder.

Rayna clung to her, trembling, sweat clinging to her skin.

Bobbi slowly eased her fingers out and brought them to her mouth, licking each digit like it was the last spoonful of dessert.

"You taste like heat and lightning," she murmured, eyes never leaving Rayna's.

But she wasn't finished.

Bobbi knelt again, placing a gentle kiss just above Rayna's mound. Her hands slid along the backs of Rayna's thighs, guiding her legs further apart. Rayna gasped, her fingers tangling in Bobbi's hair on instinct.

"Is this okay?" Bobbi asked, voice low, reverent.

Rayna looked down, her breath shaky, her skin glistening. Yes. God, yes. I want to feel you. I want to know what it's like. She nodded, barely able to speak. "Please..."

Bobbi didn't tease this time. She kissed the crease where thigh met hip, then turned her mouth to Rayna's slick folds, and licked.

Rayna's entire body jerked like a struck tuning fork. "Oh...!"

Bobbi moaned into her, the sound vibrating against Rayna's swollen lips. Her tongue traced the length of Rayna's slit, from entrance to clit, savoring each taste. She lapped slowly, almost languid, then shifted to gently part her folds and suck her clit into her mouth.

Rayna nearly collapsed. "Oh fuck... Bobbi... "

Bobbi held her with strong hands, one arm wrapped around her thigh, the other gripping her ass, keeping her steady. She worked her tongue in tight circles, then flicked, then flattened and dragged it, all while Rayna writhed against her face.

She's worshipping me with her mouth... Rayna thought, delirious, hips rocking as Bobbi devoured her.

Bobbi dipped her tongue lower, thrusting into her, slow and deep, before trailing back up to her clit. She alternated between sucking and flicking, building the tension again like an expert playing her favorite instrument.

Rayna sobbed. "I can't... I'm going to..."

Bobbi redoubled her effort, moaning into her. Her hands gripped tighter. She didn't let up. Rayna's thighs clenched around her head, but Bobbi didn't stop.

Rayna came again, harder this time. Her hands fisted in Bobbi's hair, her body convulsing, her cries muffled against her own forearm as waves of pleasure rolled through her, cresting and crashing.

Bobbi held her through every spasm, easing her down gently, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as Rayna's body twitched with aftershocks.

When Rayna finally opened her eyes, breath still catching in her throat, Bobbi rose slowly, licking her lips.

Rayna pulled her into a kiss, deep and grateful, tasting herself on Bobbi's tongue. She cupped Bobbi's cheek with shaking fingers.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Bobbi smiled, her expression soft, proud, almost reverent.

"I told you I'd make you tremble, Sister."

Rayna gasped, still dazed. "Why did you do that?"

"Didn't you like it?" Bobbi giggled, licking her fingers.

"Yes, but..."

"I thought you needed it," Bobbi grinned, brushing a lock of hair from Rayna's damp cheek. "You were wound tight all afternoon. Didn't you cum when you fucked Tom?"

"I did... several times... but..."

She trailed off.

You wanton whore.

It was so good.

"It wasn't enough?"

"No... Yes... Ah..." Rayna looked away. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm never like this... but I've just been... so fucking turned on. All day."

Bobbi kissed her shoulder. "You don't have to explain anything. But I get a sense you didn't come here this weekend with the intent to fuck Tom, did you?"

"No," Rayna admitted. "I've never thought of him that way before. It just sort of happened."

"He didn't force you... Did he?"

"Oh, no... if anything, I was the aggressor," Rayna admitted, a shy smile on her face.

"Whoa, sister, pardon me if I misread you, but you don't seem the type..."

"Ah... I know... It's just... all week I've been..." Rayna's eyes turned glassy, her voice trailed off.

"You've been...?"

"I can't get Frank out of my mind..." Rayna's eyes dropped. Bobbi kept the surprise from her face.

There, I said it...

"Only my roommate knows this... But I've been fantasizing about him for weeks. He's so hot and... I shouldn't say this."

"Tell me..."

Rayna gazed into Bobbi's blue eyes, seeing only understanding, affection.

"It's like he's in my bloodstream," Rayna whispered. "I think about his mouth. His cock. I want to kneel for him. I want him to pull my hair and make me beg."

"What did you imagine doing with him?" Bobbi asked softly.

"Everything... Anything..." Rayna admitted. "Mostly though he was fucking me, filling me with that big cock... God, I don't believe I'm saying this out loud. His cock was inside me... in the dream... and when I woke up, my whole body was clenching around nothing. I nearly screamed. My fingers weren't enough. I could feel him filling my... ah... I nearly had my whole hand stuffed inside me, and I was coming. My bed was soaked."

"So that's why you're dressed so hot," Bobbi smiled. "You know, we don't have to wear suits. We could just go back to the house naked and say we want to skinny dip."

"Bobbi!" Rayna gasped. "No, no, I couldn't do that."

"But you fucked Tom..."

"I know, but I didn't go to his room intending to. It's just... I was so worked up when I got here. I barged into his room to ask him a question. He was... on his bed, naked... beautiful... and masturbating. Something snapped in my head. His cock was so hard. I just had to..."

"I know that feeling," Bobbi commiserated.

"And now you... I want to do things with you that a nun shouldn't be imagining."

"I feel the same. You're beautiful, and so sexy, Rayna. And I'd love to do more with you. But..."

Bobbi glanced at the door. "Those guys are probably wondering what's taking us so long."

She paused, then added, wickedly, "And honestly? They're both pretty hot. I wouldn't mind getting one... or both... of their cocks in me before the night's over."

There you go, Sister. The cards on the table. You gonna call?

"Bobbi!" Rayna gasped, blushing crimson.

Bobbi laughed. "Oh, come on. You already fucked Tom. And I think you came here to fuck Frank. Right? So stop imagining what he feels like and do it."

Rayna bit her lip, and nodded. "I... I guess..."

Bobbi kissed her once more. "Now come on, let's get you in a suit that will make them hard."

She pulled a sexy one-piece from the dresser and held it up. "This one's going to hug your body like it was sewn on. Trust me... they won't be able to stop looking."

-- Chapter 5: Addicted

"I'm not the kind of girl you fall in love with... I'm the one you lose control for."

"Power isn't taking control. Power is watching them give it up willingly."

-- Bobbi Baxter

The kitchen had changed.

The blender was quiet. The bourbon was flowing. And the guys were bare-chested now... Frank wore low-slung blackboard shorts, and Tom wore tight red jammers that framed his growing bulge with zero shame.

They were loose and relaxed, still riding the adrenaline high of the meeting, and tension was brewing just beneath the surface.

Then the patio doors opened.

Bobbi entered first, like heat made flesh. Her sheer white string bikini clung to her skin with a kind of criminal intent... two whisper-thin triangles over her nipples, and a strip of translucent fabric pressed to her mound so tight it might as well have been painted on. Her ass cheeks bounced, bare and glowing, with every confident step.

She didn't walk into the room. She owned it.

Rayna followed, radiant but nervous, dressed in the halter-cut one-piece that left very little to the imagination. The suit plunged at the chest, arching high over her hips, exposing the inner curve of her breasts and the soft swell of her toned ass. She crossed her arms, trying not to fidget, but then...

Frank looked at her.

And Tom looked.

And their cocks grew, fast and shameless, straining against fabric.

They want me.

And they're not hiding it.

Rayna's breath caught. Her pussy throbbed.

So hard. Right in front of me.

You're dressed like a slut.

You're dressed like a woman who knows what she wants.

Bobbi grinned and poured another round of margaritas, letting the silence stretch and letting them watch.

Then came the shot glasses.

Salt. Lime.

Rayna took her shot... salt, tequila, lime... and said, like she hadn't been thinking about it all day: "So... when do I get to do a body shot?"

Bobbi didn't answer with words... Just a wicked smile.

She turned toward the deck, hips swaying like a metronome of lust. Her bare ass flashed with each step. She opened the door with one hand and strolled out, letting the golden light melt across her skin.

Rayna started to follow.

"No, stay here," Bobbi stopped Rayna. "I'll call you when we're ready. And don't peek."

"Frank, grab the bottle of tequila. Please."

Tom and Frank, bottle in hand, moved without a word, drawn like moths into the fire.

Bobbi paused by a lounge chair, turned, and untied her top. The triangles fluttered down her arms, and she let them fall.

Her breasts were art.

Full. High. Pierced nipples glinting silver in the sun, hard and dark and daring.

Tom exhaled hard. Frank's knuckles whitened as he gripped the bottle.

Oh my god... what is she doing? Frank thought.

Bobbi lowered herself to the edge of the chair, slowly, deliberately. She barely perched on it, legs apart, hands behind her, chest lifted, the damp triangle of her bottom stretched taut against her mound. Bobbi looked at the two men and seductively rubbed her hand over her mound.

"Frankie," she said silkily, "Tom. I need you here."

They approached like they were under a spell.

"Stand beside me," Bobbi instructed, gesturing to each side. "Close. Just in case I slip off the chair or... lose control. I'm trusting you."

They flanked her, barely breathing.

Bobbi glanced up at Frank, and gave him an evil grin, then down to his bulge. She turned to Tom, her eyes scanning down his hairless body.

Mmmm, I wonder if he shaves everywhere? Let's find out.

"Oh, and take off your suits."

Neither moved.

"What?" Frank croaked.

Bobbi lifted her brow. "You heard me. Boys. Off. Now. No more pretending."

There was no hesitation after that.

Tom dropped his red jammers. His cock sprang forward... thick, veined, over six and a half inches of stiff uncircumcised meat. Bigger than most she'd handled. Not bad at all... and not a single hair to be seen.

But Bobbi's eyes went to Frank.

He hesitated for a second, then peeled down the black board shorts.

Bobbi smiled as Tom's eyes widened. She slowly slid a hand over each cock and stroked them a few times before pulling her hands away.

But before they could proceed, she raised one hand.

"Before we start..." Her tone dropped. "I need to say something."

She looked at them, serious now, voice low.

"No matter what happens... no matter how hot this gets... you do not cum." Bobbi paused to let that sink in. "If you think you're getting close, you step back. You take a breath. Pour ice water down your pants. Whatever it takes."

She smiled slightly. "If you cum without permission, I'll tie your balls in a bow and leave you aching for a week."

Tom blinked. Frank nodded, jaw tight.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes," Tom said, voice hoarse.

What is she going to do?

"Understood," Frank echoed. Confused but cooperative.

Why... what... How is she doing this to us? She said I was special, but she's naked and was just stroking Tom's cock. I don't understand, but it's so hot.

Bobbi smiled, heat rising behind her eyes. She'd never played full dominatrix before... but it felt like sliding into silk. Effortless. Addictive.

"Good. I reward obedience."

She turned her head toward the door. "Rayna, darling... come back out. I'm ready."

Rayna returned, licking her lips. Her eyes went wide again when she saw where everyone stood... and how Bobbi now reclined, arms behind her, chest thrust forward, two hard cocks rising at either side like offerings to a goddess.

Rayna's breath caught.

Oh... my... God.

Frank's cock was massive. Even half-erect, it hung heavy and long, thick as her wrist. The shaft was darker than the rest of his skin; his head flushed, the cut lines sharp and smooth. She remembered the outline she had seen in those tight aqua shorts in early July. She'd spent weeks obsessing over it, imagining what it would feel like inside her. Now here it was.

He's even bigger than I thought.

Bobbi, who already knew... she'd ridden that cock just this morning... smiled as both men stood beside her. She sat on the edge of the lounge chair, tits bare, ass barely on the cushion, legs spread; waiting for Rayna.

Her hands moved to their thighs... one to each side.

Rayna stepped across the deck and paused.

Bobbi, queenlike, flanked by two naked, hard men, a study in contrast. Young and tanned, Frank had a smattering of dark hair across his chest, a chiseled Adonis. Tom, older but fit, had pale, smooth, hairless skin. Their cocks promised pleasure. Bobbi's hands already on them. Their cocks stiffened as she stroked their inner thighs... Dragging the back of her nails along the length of their shafts. Tom and Frank shivered as their cocks grew stiffer.

Rayna swallowed hard.

She's giving us all what we want.

Bobbi looked up at her boys.

"You will not cum," she reminded them, calmly. "I don't care how good it feels. Do whatever it takes."

She paused.

Then she motioned Rayna to her. "Frank... pour slowly."

Bobbi didn't blink.

Frank raised the bottle and drizzled the clear liquid over Bobbi's collarbone, down her chest. It pooled in the valley of her pierced tits, ran over her ribs, and soaked into the thin lace of her bikini bottom.

Rayna dropped to her knees.

She licked slowly... tongue tracing the tequila trail, dragging across Bobbi's skin, pausing at each pierced nipple. She sucked gently, the metal clicking against her teeth. Bobbi moaned, and at the same moment, her hands closed over both cocks.

She began stroking them... long, teasing strokes.

Her left hand worked Tom, sliding up and down, collecting precum at the tip and swirling it with her thumb.

Her right hand wrapped around Frank's cock... or tried to. Her fingers didn't meet. She pumped him slowly, admiring the sheer weight of him, the contrast between his dark shaft and her pale hand.

Rayna kept her eyes on Bobbi stroking the guy's cocks. She moved from one breast to the other, giving them equal attention, tugging at the piercing with her teeth before licking her way lower... past her stomach, to the glistening strip of fabric soaked through with tequila and something sweeter.

She licked.

Then she licked again... harder... pressing her tongue to the soaked cloth, pulling the flavor and wetness into her mouth. Her eyes glanced up, seeing both cocks throbbing, thick, hard, glistening. Precum flowing from their tips. She moaned.

Bobbi licked her lips.

Then leaned toward Frank, tongue flicking out to lap up the clear bead from his slit.

"Delicious," she purred.

She turned to Tom next, giving him the same treatment... slow lick, swirl of the tongue around the crown, a kiss to the base... then back to Frank, alternating strokes, teasing each cock with her hands and lips.

Frank groaned.

Tom's knees buckled slightly.

Bobbi laughed softly, then leaned in.

She took Frank into her mouth first, groaning at the stretch.

God, I forgot how full he makes me.

Rayna slowly pulled Bobbi's bottoms off, sliding them down her toned legs, off her feet, discarding them to the side. Bobbi offered no resistance. Rayna pushed Bobbi's thighs apart and pushed her face into the apex of her legs, the center of her heat, her sex. Rayna was feasting on her now... tongue sliding through the folds, flicking over the pierced clit, sucking her whole pussy into her mouth like she was starving.

Bobbi groaned, hand pumping Tom's cock harder.

Bobbi's lips slid over Frank's cock, slow and deep, moaning around his shaft as Rayna made her cum the first time... legs shaking, juices squirting against Rayna's hand.

Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum. Frank repeating the mantra in his head.

She sucked slowly, one hand stroking Tom's cock as her other fondled Frank's heavy sac. Rayna's tongue, flat and wide, lapped between Bobbi's thighs, licking her pierced clit, sucking the metal against her tongue.

Bobbi moaned, long and low.

Then she pulled off Frank and took Tom into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip.

Precum flowed from Tom. She licked it up eagerly.

Rayna tongued deeper, fucking Bobbi with her mouth and fingers, drinking in her taste, her sounds, the way her body clenched when she was close.

Bobbi moaned around Tom's cock...

... and came. Hard. Her pussy clenched around Rayna's tongue, her body convulsing.

But she didn't stop.

She kept sucking Tom, stroking Frank.

Rayna didn't stop either.

Bobbi moaned again, her next orgasm building.

Tom didn't stand a chance.

Fuck... oh God... I'm gonna...

He said nothing. Gave no warning.

He couldn't.

His orgasm detonated without his permission.

His body went rigid.

Then he came.

Hard.

Rayna heard the strangled grunt first, then saw it... the pulse of his cock, the jerking of his hips. She gasped.

"Oh fuck..."

His cock pumped thick jets into Bobbi's mouth. She took it all, swallowed, sucked. But he kept cumming. His cock pulsed violently in her mouth, hot ropes of cum flooding her throat. She didn't stop. She sucked harder, stroked the base, swallowed everything.

But it kept coming.

A half-dozen thick spurts emptied into her. And then...

He staggered.

His cock slipped from her greedy lips, still twitching, and sprayed two final ropes of cum across her breasts and tummy... splashing over her nipples, pooling in the silver barbells.

Tom stumbled back and collapsed into a chair, chest heaving.

Bobbi panted, tits glazed with cum, a wild smile on her face. She flicked her tongue over Frank's glans.

Rayna groaned, rubbed her clit furiously now with her free hand, and attacked Bobbi's cunt again... tongue driving deep, fingers pounding into her tight channel, lips suckling her clit like a lover's kiss.

Bobbi screamed.

Her third orgasm ripped her apart... wet, raw, convulsing.

Frank felt himself tip forward on the edge. Her lips had barely grazed his crown, and he was already there. His knees buckled.

No. No. No.

Grabbing his suit, Frank turned sharply, staggering to the outdoor kitchen. He yanked open the cooler and pulled on his suit. He grabbed the cooler, dumped ice into his shorts, and gasped. The pain cleared his head. A sharp cry left his throat as the cold hit his cock.

I didn't come. I didn't come. I held the line.

Bobbi collapsed against the back of the chair, glazed and glowing, her body twitching with fading pulses of release. Cum glistened across her breasts in long streaks, dripping slowly over the silver barbells in her nipples. One thin line ending in her blonde bush.

Tom slumped in the deck chair, eyes wide, breathing shallow, his cock softening slowly in the warm air. His orgasm had shaken him... more than physically.

She told me not to cum.

I came anyway.

And I liked it.

Rayna, still catching her breath from her orgasm, sat back on her heels and stared at the mess across Bobbi's chest. Her hand twitched between her thighs.

Bobbi slowly sat up, eyes glazed. She looked down at her naked, trembling body, then back at Rayna.

"Well... shit."

She let out a shaky laugh, breathless.

"That might have been the best body shot... ever!" Bobbi chuckled.

But then Bobbi looked at Tom with calm eyes, her voice soft but steady.

"You disobeyed me," she said, not angry, but with quiet authority. "That cock is beautiful, Tom... and you gave me quite the load." Her fingers skimmed the sticky trail across her chest. "But I told you not to cum."

Tom opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked away.

Why do I feel ashamed? His shaft jerked and grew hard again.

Bobbi's smile turned slow, predatory.

"Then make it right. Clean me."

Tom hesitated, his breath catching. Conflicting emotions ran through him: the triumph of getting his cock sucked by one of the greatest minds of our time, and the dread and consternation over the same fact. He hated being told what to do, especially by a woman... but this... this was different. His spine tingled.

Rayna stared.

Bobbi sat back in the chair, feet flat on the deck, knees spread wide... her dominant posture was natural now. She didn't bark the order; she offered it, like a challenge, like a test.

"You want to be a good boy now?"

Mmmmm I'm getting into this Dominatrix thing. Never tried this before. It's kinda fun.

Tom stood slowly and dropped to his knees in front of her. He leaned in.

I failed. This is penance for my sins.

His tongue licked up her slit, over her clit, and through her blonde curls. Bobbi moaned. He sucked up the line of cum to her breasts. He licked slowly, deliberately, dragging his tongue across her orbs, tracing each streak of his cum with reverence. When he reached her nipples, he sucked gently... tender, deep pulls, rolling his tongue around the barbells.

Rayna moaned softly, her hand slipping to her thigh again.

God, that's hot.

She pulled her suit aside, her fingers already sliding between her slick folds, watching the man who had just come inside Bobbi's mouth... now licking her clean.

Frank stared from the corner of the outside kitchen, not believing what he had seen... what he was seeing.

Bobbi moaned... trembled.

Not only from his tongue, but from the image.

Rayna's fingers. Tom's mouth. The control. The submission.

She reached down and felt Tom's cock between her thighs. Once again, stiff, hard... inches from her wetness.

Should I let him fuck me?

No. He doesn't deserve it yet.

But, what do I deserve?

Bobbi gripped his shaft, wet and sticky with her spit and his cum. She pulled him forward, pushing back his foreskin, exposing his sensitive head, putting it into her opening. Tom glanced up at Bobbi, his face awash with questions.

Bobbi's eyes, sapphire blue, burned into his. "Push it in deep, Tom. But then don't move, don't pump, and most importantly, don't cum. Do you understand?

"Yes," his voice wavered, but was clear.

"Then fill me with your cock, Brother Tom."

Tom moved forward, slowly. His hands grasped the smooth, soft flesh of her hips as he entered her. Steady, slow, feeling her hot, wet lips slide along his shaft until his cock was fully engulfed by Bobbi's wet cunt. Her pussy, gripped and rippled around his shaft. Pulsing and squeezing his cock.

Jesus! He remembered what he imagined when he first met her today. Doing this exact same thing... damn...

"Oh, fuck," Bobbi groaned. "Please finish cleaning me, Brother Tom."

He resumed licking and suckling Bobbi's breasts as she began to play with her clit slowly, circling the studs with a fingertip. Bobbi's hips bucked, and his cock moved inside her. But Tom didn't move, not a fraction of an inch. Bobbi pivoted her hips, pulling away and pushing him deeper. Tom steeled himself, ignoring the pleasure.

Bobbi wasn't chasing a scream... just the slow, satisfying quake that rolled through her hips when she let herself own the moment. Feeling herself filled with a cock, moving inside her. Her desire... her control. She thrust her hips faster, slamming his cock into the top of her cunt. He wasn't Frank, no one she ever had was like Frank, except maybe her brother. But Tom fit well, he felt good, and filled her. And that's what she needed right now.

Rayna moaned.

Plunging her fingers deep into her sex, watching, gasping, her breath catching as the heat swelled. Watching Tom submit. Watching Bobbi command. Watching Tom's cock moving inside Bobbi.

She came hard, hips rocking, soaking her hand and the stone beneath her.

Bobbi's breath caught, watching Rayna cum, and then she came quietly. Her cry, held inside. Her hips twitched.. And then thrust hard against Tom. She smiled, shivering with a smaller orgasm of her own, pulse thumping under her fingertips.

Tom, gritted his teeth as Bobbi's pussy, clenched and pulled at his cock when she came. Her heat and moisture coated his loins and dripped from his balls.

When her orgasm subsided, she swept away the hair from his forehead, kissed it, and whispered, "Good boy. Now please, remove your cock from me, Brother Tom."

Tom nodded. He backed up, his cock slipping out of Bobbi's lush, warm channel. It stood out stiff, harder than when he entered her, slick and shiny with her cum. He groaned softly at the loss.

Then she sat up, brushed her hands down her thighs, and locked her eyes on his.

I need to properly fuck him this weekend.

"Stack the chairs at that end of the deck," she said. "Clear the table, but leave the cloth. Neatly."

Tom obeyed, rising without a word. Still flushed. Still hard.

Rayna adjusted her suit, her legs still shaking, and joined him. Both of them were flushed, dazed, and satisfied.

She ran her fingers along his shaft, lifted them to her mouth, and tasted Bobbi, "Look at you, all hard again and ready to go." Rayna wrapped her fingers around his cock, pulling back his foreskin. He moaned.

"You asked if I wanted to do it," she said barely above a whisper, voice low and even. "I did, and I want more. Am I being sinful, Brother Tom?" She gripped him tighter and stroked him.

"No," he breathed, almost imperceptively.

Tom looked at Ray in a new light.

This is not the woman I've known for five years. This is someone I just met.

"Don't distract him," Bobbi chuckled. "He's got work to do. You can play with him later."

Rayna's eyes held disappointment as she released Tom's cock.

Lord, I'm wet. I want to be fucked, and I don't care by whom.

Bobbi turned... and saw Frank.

He was at the edge of the outdoor kitchen, bent over the cooler, shivering. His board shorts were soaked, ice melting around his thighs.

Bobbi's heart ached... equal parts lust... sympathy... and... love?

"Frankie..."

He turned, cold, his eyes full of... love... determination... hurt?

He was at the cooler, shivering, but a picture of restraint. His shorts were packed with ice.

"You followed my rules," she whispered. "Even when it hurt."

Frank shook his head, smiling weakly, "I didn't cum..."

"I know," Bobbi smiled sweetly. "Take them off, Frankie."

He peeled off the soaked trunks, water streaming down his legs, and stepped out of them. His cock... cold, soft, dark, thick... hung low, almost regal in its weight. Even soft, it was thicker than Tom's had been at full attention. Heavy, dark-skinned, circumcised. Beautiful.

Rayna and Tom both looked.

Rayna's mouth went dry.

Even linp, he's so big.

Bobbi smiled. Loving, apologetic.

"Come to me."

She took his hands. Kissed his fingers. Then her hands went to his thighs, his sac, his length. She rubbed and kissed him. Her lips and hands warmed him.

Rayna knelt beside her, eyes wide.

"Help me."

Together, they rubbed him... hands gliding over thighs, cock, sac... gentle, nurturing, sensual. Frank groaned, the heat returning to his skin, his breath deepening. Rayna took him into her mouth, not to fellate him, but to warm him. Her lips stretched around his girth, letting his glans slide into her throat. His shaft felt cool in her mouth. She didn't gag; his soft head grew thicker.

Stop imagining it and do it. That's what Bobbi said. God, I finally am...

Bobbi licked and sucked his large nuts sucking one in and then the other. Almond-shaped, but larger.

Like small limes. She thought, swirling her tongue around them..

Frank grew warmer;, his shivering stopped. The actions to warm him began to stimulate him, and he groaned as the heat returned. His cock grew thicker and stiffened. His hips jerked involuntarily and he pumped his cock into Rayna's mouth, pushing it further into her throat. Rayna's eyes grew wide as she felt him grow. His cock warm, sliding over her tongue, moving in and out of her throat. Frank's hips jerked hard, driving his cock deeper, her nose pressed into his pubic hair. She gagged.

Bobbi moved up and kissed his hip, then pulled Rayna back. His cock slid free of her mouth, dripping with her saliva. Rayna fell back and gasped for breath. Bobbi stood, placing her hands on his cheeks, tenderly pulling him down, and then touching her forehead against his. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

"Not yet," she whispered. "I have a special gift for you."

Rayna backed away and watched them. Her heart skipped, like when she watches those sappy rom-coms.

They have a connection, something deep... more than sex.

They look like lovers.

"Hey, could you guys give us a minute?" Bobbi said softly to Tom and Rayna. It was not a command but a request between friends. "Please go inside and get the shot glasses. Salt. Limes."

She looked up at Frank and smiled.

"I need a moment with Frankie, please give me ten minutes or so."

Bobbi caught Rayna's hand as she walked past, pulling her into a hug. Rayna shivered when Bobbi's lips brushed her ear.

"I know you're excited right now," Bobbi whispered into her ear. "And I know you are aching for more, but please don't fuck Tom in there. I have something special in mind for you; I just need a few minutes. Okay?"

Bobbi's tongue traced Rayna's ear.

"Yes..." Rayna sighed.

I can't wait to see what she has in mind. A shiver ran down Rayna's spine as she followed Tom into the house.

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