Sweet Carolyn Ch. 02 - The Vacation

I'm Val. I moved from Appleton Wisconsin, to a small town in rural Nebraska where I met my love working in the town diner. Carolyn and I had passed the two-year mark together, and things couldn't have been better. I'd bought old man Farber's garage and business was perking right along. Farber, true to his word, stayed around until I'd gotten established, and then had retired to Florida and was living the life of Reilly, fishing and taking junkets to the islands.

Me? I'm not sure if it was because I was a good mechanic. Or if the local guys just liked seeing a 6' 2" blond amazon working on their cars but I had plenty of business to go around with folks coming to me from three or four towns over. That's kinda how I ended up with the camper.

I'd finished some pretty extensive repair work on an older couple's truck. When it came time to settle up the husband had proposed a swap for the camper. I thought the deal was too generous but he'd insisted that they hadn't used it for over a year, and were unlikely to. The upkeep was bad enough. So, we did the deal, and I drove the camper home the day I dropped off the truck to them.

I parked it in back of the shop, where I had a few cars parked that I'd picked up to fix and sell. It was nice. Not too big, easy to drive, slept six, although I couldn't imagine the practical reality of that. For two, it was more than spacious. I drove it home on Carolyn's birthday. Put a big bow on the hood. She squealed and melted into my arms kissing me passionately.

It was mid-August when we left, heading west to Denver and from there we weren't sure. Carolyn's brother Jimmy and nieces Tanya and Ashley were fine running the diner. I'd given notice about a month ahead of time that we were going on a vacation probably for a few weeks. In the meantime I had a local high school kid hold down the fort doing routine stuff like oil changes and tire repairs.

We were in no huge hurry to leave, but had timed it for dinner at a restaurant on the outskirts of Denver proper. It was a little more upscale than either of us were used to. We both wore dresses, though, and I had brushed my braid out so my hair cascaded in a long wavy blond waterfall, down past my ass. I'd never really turned heads before, but I could feel a few on me as we were led to our table.

Carolyn looked beautiful, all dressed up. I think we both had trouble focusing on our meals, looking at each other and anticipating what would happen when we got back to the camper. We giggled and stared our way through the meal, and then walked hand in hand in the cool evening air. It would be our first night in the camper, as I had been busy with some minor remodeling projects.

"No mirror ball over the bed." Carolyn had stipulated.

"Awwwww.... You ruin everything..." I mock complained squeezing her ass.

The soft glow of the lights, and my hair was down. And I dragged my blond tresses across her bare breasts and she made sweet moan. I could never believe my luck when I'd look down at her body and see the loving sparkle in her eyes. Over two years since our first night, and she was still an obsession for me.

Making love to your woman in a camper parked outside a big box store, curbside in a semi-urban place sounds sketchy. And maybe it was. But neither of us cared. She didn't have to sling hash tomorrow, and I didn't have to replace a single muffler. Life was good.

We were on Route 15 South of Provo, when the idea hit me.

"Let's drive to the ocean, baby." I blurted out.

"Yeah, okay. Sounds like fun." Carolyn smiled back. It was on.

On 219 in Cedar City, left coast bound without a clue as to where we'd end up.

What we knew... was that we didn't want to see Vegas. We did some long runs to the North to make it into California. No side roads. No shortcuts. Big night skies and beers that the solar panels and refrigerator just managed to keep cold enough.

We had picked up Route 5 and were figuring out a route around LA. And somehow found ourselves South of San Clemente. The ocean on our right when we could see it.

San Onofre Beach campground. Carolyn and I walked hand in hand down to the water's edge. Neither of us had ever seen an ocean before. The sun, a big orange ball was nearing the horizon. We walked lazily, watching the gulls take off and land. A few surfers were out making their last runs of the day.

"Wow, you guys make such a cute couple." She said, as she walked her board in. "Touristas?"

"Yeah, we just got here from Nebraska. First time seeing the Ocean. It's beautiful, but kind of overwhelming." I said.

"That part never really goes away. I'm Carmela. Where are you guys staying?" She said.

"Up in the campground. At least for now." I replied.

Carmela was about 5' 9" Hispanic but she had that surfer vibe about her. She was a hardbody, compact and efficient and told us she was training for a competition.

"I started surfing when I was like, ten. My Dad taught me. It kind of turned into a religion for me after a while. Then I started to win competitions." Carmela said.

"You're that good?" I asked.

"I guess. I'm rated. Got sponsors. You just got here, right?" She said.

"Yeah, it's a vacation for us... just playing it by ear." Carolyn said.

"There's some really good Mexican take-out just south of here. My sister Inez gets off work soon. Maybe we can stop by with dinner?" She asked. "Welcome you guys to California?"

"Sure, why not?" Carolyn nodded.

Carmela loaded her board up onto the roof rack of her faded Camry, and texted back and forth with Inez. We walked to the camper talking about surfing life and how different it was here from Nebraska. I'd grown up in Wisconsin near Lake Winnebago and not too far from Lake Michigan, but this was different. The vast expanse of ocean was a little mind boggling to a couple of midwestern girls.

We were in no hurry, and Inez showed up at the campsite just as we got back to the camper. She had a couple of bags of food and a couple of six packs of beer. After she'd set them on the kitchen counter she turned to kiss Carmela hello. They were twins, Inez being a little more on the slender side, with a little lighter skin tone from not being out in the sun all the time, but otherwise, it would have been difficult to tell the girls apart.

Their hello kiss spoke volumes. It was quite clearly a 'Why are you still wearing clothes' kiss. Seems like being twins wasn't the only thing they had in common.

"Inez, this is Val and Carolyn. Nice camper by the way!" Carmela opened some beers and handed them around.

The paper bags had burritos, barbequed chicken, salad, rice and beans, frybread. It was really good comfort food and by the end of the meal I could sense a chemistry in the air. Inez was fixated on Carolyn in a way I was only all too familiar with. Carolyn was fully aware of the attention Inez was paying her.

"Hey Val. Let's go for a walk down to the beach. I want to show you something there." Carmela said.

"Yeah, okay." I agreed. Passing Carolyn I leaned down and whispered "It's okay. Go for it. We're on vacation."

Outside the camper Carmela took my hand.

"Inez is going to put the moves on Carolyn." I said.

"Yep!" Carmela said.

"You two are lovers." I said.

"Yep!" Carmela laughed.

"It doesn't bother you that you lover is going to fuck mine?" I asked.

"Nope! Just relax, Carolyn is in really good hands. For that matter, so are you." Carmela said. We had stopped and she turned toward me, her hands on my waist, leaned in and kissed me.

It should have felt like cheating. Her athletic boobs against mine felt only vaguely like Carolyns larger softer endowment. It was spicy and exciting. If Carmela was a good surfer, she was an even better kisser. I knew that at the same moment Inez was doing the same thing to Carolyn, or maybe more by now. She'd had a head start after all.

We were back at Carmela's car. The last of the sun's rays fading over the sea. The backseat door was open and she was inside, stripping out of her bathing suit and shorts. Reaching for me she pulled me to her. What a body. Tan lines, not an ounce of fat, and on me like chocolate syrup on a strawberry sundae. Hot and sweet.

It should have felt all wrong part of my brain told me. But it was like this was supposed to happen. Carmela's hands on me, taking off my clothes as we kissed. She was insatiable. I'd never been with anyone but Carolyn, but I imagined that if I'd been with a guy, it would have felt more like this. Catch a wave and ride it to shore. Paddle out and do it again. I lost track of how many times she'd made me cum.

My hairiness fascinated her. She was ultra streamlined, and although the back seat of the Camry was a little cramped, we made do. Sex with Carmela was an athletic challenge. Every inch of her was strong, and when she came, she came like a category 5 hurricane. Her pussy tasted of musk and sea salt and when I found her spot, she ground against my face so hard I thought I'd sprain my tongue.

We went best five out of nine rounds before we walked back to the camper. As expected, Carolyn and Inez were in bed, naked, with a look of sexual exhaustion on their faces. Carolyn sheepishly blew me a kiss, and I managed a grin in response.

"Wow! It's later than I thought. Mind if we stay over?" Carmela asked.

"Don't see why not. We've got plenty of breakfast stuff." I replied.

Carolyn got another set of sheets and some spare pillows, and we made up the other double. The twins were naked, crawling into bed and immediately starting to go at it. It was like watching great choreography, only with sex. The two sisters made love to each other with a comfortable familiarity that was so natural that it was captivating.

I looked over at Carolyn, expecting to see her crawling under the covers, but she was staring at me with this hungry look and suddenly I just wanted her so bad it hurt. We reached for each other in the same instant. I could taste Inez's pussy on her mouth, as I knew she could taste Carmela on mine.

I needed to taste her and fairly dove for her pussy. It was hot and wet and tasted like home. It didn't take me long before I heard her moan that familiar moan. Looking up I saw her watching Carmela and Inez who had upped their sexy game. The camper smelled like girl sex, and the atmosphere was permeated with an almost electric erotic energy.

Carolyn rode my face finger fucking me until I was an orgasmic mess. With one last whopper we came at the same time and Carolyn slid in beside me, familiar and loved. Carmela and Inez looked over at us and then one by one we drifted off to sleep.

"Orange Juice?" I held out a tupperware glass.

"Thanks, yes." Carmela said.

Carolyn had some bacon going in the frying pan.

"So. About what happened yesterday and last night. You girls do that a lot?" I asked.

"Actually, never." Inez said. "Carmela texted me that she'd met a couple of really cute tourist women that she thought were lesbians. I don't think either of us was expecting anything but a nice dinner with new friends. I guess you never can tell."

"I don't know, Inez. As soon as I saw you looking at Carolyn with that look in your eye..." Carmela teased.

"I can't help it. She's hot." Inez complained.

"So the two of you... how long?" I asked.

"The summer after high school graduation. There was a competition up in Huntington and Inez had just broken up with her boyfriend. I'd gotten a campground spot and it was the night before the qualifiers. I was having trouble getting to sleep and Inez had offered me a back rub. I took her up on it, and before you know it, we were feeling each other up." Carmela said.

"It felt so dirty and exciting at the same time. We just kept pushing the limits. I mean it wasn't like either of us were virgins or anything. It was just so hot that our first female experience was together with each other like that. As soon as Carmela kissed me, I knew we were going to fuck." Inez added.

"Yeah, once we started, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I won the competition and got some decent prize money and a couple small sponsorship deals. I work part time at a surf shop.

Mom and Dad caught us going at it one day. They were pretty disgusted by it and kicked us out." Carmela said.

"Inez got a job, and we rent a little studio. Tryin' to save up to buy out the surf shop owner. It's not easy, but I can't imagine us not being together now. How about you guys?" Carmela finished.

I told them about buying the garage in Nebraska. How Carolyn worked in the diner where I ate breakfast. "She asked me out finally and what started out as dinner and a couple of beers ended up in her bedroom. Been there ever since." I grinned.

"I love happy endings." Inez chirped.

"So, that Mexican takeout food was great last night. Are there other places like that we should know of?" Carolyn asked.

"Hmmmm... let me think. There are a few, but I'm really bad with directions." Carmela began. "Tell you what. Why don't Inez and I come back here tonight, and we'll bring you something to eat."

"Be sure to bring some food too!" Carolyn winked.

"I'll make a note of it." Carmela grinned.

We stayed there for two weeks. Carmela won another competition. We made love every night.

Inez. If Carmela was athletic, Inez was a force of nature, supple, graceful. Yeah, gracefully fucking my brains out, and yet I'd find myself cumming so sweet, as she murmured my name softly into my ear. It was intense.

Carmela would get Carolyn to go off like a fire alarm. It was amazing to see her work that hardbody until Carolyn would just implode in orgasm. Despite constant cleaning, the camper smelled like a lesbian whorehouse. All I had to do was take a deep breath and I'd be wet. It was a good problem to have.

The time went by too quickly. And it was with misty eyes and tongues down each other's throats that we kissed goodbye as we readied ourselves for the trip home. We'd made a date for when the season was over. They'd come out to Nebraska for a couple weeks.

It seemed strange in the roadside rest that night. Laying there in Carolyn's arms I could still smell Inez and Carmela as if they'd just left the camper. I knew she was probably missing them a bit more than she'd expected, just as I was. I knew we'd be counting off the weeks and months until we could all be together once more.

The drive back we took a different route. We ended up driving through Vegas and it was every bit as tacky as we'd expected. When all was said and done it felt good to be homeward bound.

It was our second night on the way home. Carolyn had just joined me in bed and we were kissing, my hands teasing her breasts, my eyes closed.

"I was just thinking." I whispered.

"What of, my Love?" Carolyn asked.

"Of watching you make love to Inez or Carmela. Watching your body from the other bed. Seeing how sexy you are. I know it sounds weird." I said.

"No. I know what you mean. I think at first, I was waiting to feel jealous. Instead, I just thought you were so amazing and you're mine. It made things seem more powerful." Carolyn said.

I kissed her softly and we made love again. I paid attention to each caress, every inch of her skin, letting time slow to a crawl as I drank her in like a fine wine, letting her beauty intoxicate me.

"They're sisters." I said.

"Carmela and Inez? Yeah, so what about it?" Carolyn said.

"I just keep thinking that there can't be a bond closer than that. We even use it to describe ultra-close relationships. Like a sister to me." I said.

"I suppose. They did choose each other over pretending they weren't..." Carolyn said.

"Exactly. I think about that, and then think about how our relationship is. I can't think of you as a sister." I said.

"How do you think about me then?" Carolyn asked.

"Lover, Girlfriend, Soulmate. Or we could try a new one..." I trailed off.

"What?" Carolyn looked at me questioningly.

"How about Wife?" I asked.

"Oh Baby. I like the sound of that!" Carolyn bubbled.

So that's how we got engaged. We got home the next night, and it felt good to be back home again. I hadn't realized how much I missed the place. How cozy we actually were there. We hit the store for groceries and settled in on the couch for a movie. Jaws was on and neither of us had seen it for years. By the time it was over, we were ready for bed.

I had taken off my clothes and Carolyn was already naked under the covers. I thought about the movie we'd just seen. I thought about the girls coming out for our wedding, and for other visits that seemed imminent in our mutual futures. I looked at Carolyn, so sexy and waiting for me to join her.

"We're gonna need a bigger bed."