Happy Hour All Around

The night had gone off without any issues. Melanie and Eric joined their friends for a late happy hour and made it through the rest of the evening with no lingering awkwardness. The group laughed, drank, and made plans for the next day, all ignorant to what had happened just prior to Eric and Melanie joining them.

When returning back to the villa, they didn't stop. Changing into pajamas and drinking well into the early hours of the morning, the group practically all fell asleep in the living room, beds untouched. Eric watched as Melanie came out with shorts that highlighted the roundness of her ass and a crop top that showed her smooth stomach, one he wanted to lick down to her pussy, with his hands grabbing at her lousy excuses of shorts. He watched her dance to the music someone else had put on and his dick did not forget how just hours ago, he was inside her. He had hoped he had gotten it out of his system, but watching her move the way she did, he knew he could be tempted again.

He wouldn't let her know though. From here on out, he'd be loyal to Elle. Besides, Melanie hadn't given him any hints that she'd fuck him again, so he was only creating scenarios in his head. When they all fell asleep, he was settled by that though and hoped come morning, he'd be sober and more rational about his attraction.

When the group slowly started to rise in the early afternoon, they detangled themselves from the giant living room sleepover and made their way to the bathroom, with Eric going into the kitchen to make coffee for everyone. The agenda for today? beach. Just beach.

"Do we need to get more beer or are we set?" Eric asked. He heard a knock on the door and walked over, while Jason responded "Nah, we have more than enough - check the fridge. Plus, Zach and Lex brought a big ass cooler, so we can bring as many as we want with us."

Eric chuckled. "We can always count on those two for being prepared."

Zach popped in the living room, condom in hand. "In more ways than one!"

Eric opens the door as he laughs, and shock stops him in his track.

"Elle! You're here!" He opens his arm and embraces her in a huge hug, one that is partly due to him missing her and partly due to guilt.

"I am! I was able to finish what had to be done tonight and thought I would come surprise you! I hope that's okay" She added, a little sheepishly.

"Of course! You know they all love you from the last time they met you, they'll be happy to have you join us."

"Hey, everyone!" Eric yelled "First, coffee's ready. But second, Elle is here!"

Lex was the first one out, eager to embrace her. "Oh, yay! I was so sad when Eric mentioned you couldn't join us! I hope you brought your bathing suit!"

Melanie walked out, beelining straight for her. Eric held his breath.

"So happy you made it! Eric mentioned he was feeling lonely! Here, why don't you put your stuff in my room? Between us girls, I know Sarah is trying to get with Jason so this might be just the push she needs for them to spend the night."

"Are you sure? I know me being here kind of messes up the sleeping arrangement." Elle said a little nervously.

"Absolutely! There are two beds in that room anyways so worse comes to worse, one of us will sleep on the couch." Melanie smiled and Eric let go of the breath he was holding. He wondered if he'd be sleeping in the same bed he had fucked Melanie in the night before or if Sarah really was trying to get Jason and they could sleep on that bed. That perfect, unblemished bed that held no history of him cheating on his now here girlfriend.

He followed them into the room and grabbed Elle and kissed her. "Really glad you made it. We're getting ready to day drink at the beach. Why don't you get dressed and then we can head out?"

"Sounds good!" Elle unzipped her suitcase and started pulling out a bathing suit. It seemed she had claimed Melanie's bed. He watched her, and smiled until Elle held something.

"Melanie! Don't forget your dress, I wouldn't want it to get mixed up in my things. Thank you again for giving up your bed."

Melanie smiled and picked her dress up. The same dress that he had devoured her in last night. The same dress that made him think of her nipples and licking them, rubbing them slowly and then watching her mimic his movement. God, he was getting hard thinking about it. He had to leave this room.

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At the beach, things were fine. Easy, even.

The day was stunning with crystal blue waters and small waves and a cooler full of cold beers. Elle and Eric sat next to one another on their lawn chairs, people watching and laughing at random things with the rest of the group spread out around them. He couldn't believe he almost threw all of this away. He felt so at peace here with her. She was easy to be with, funny, kind, smart, and gorgeous. Him getting away with Melanie was a mistake, and one he would not make again. He felt the guilt sitting at the pit of his stomach, knowing he should probably tell Elle.

He'd wait until the holiday was over. He didn't want to ruin the fun for the rest of the group.

By the end of the day, they were all sufficiently drunk, tanned, salted, and ready to go out to dinner.

"Hey, why don't I bring this up and you guys can wait for a table? I'll be back and then we don't have to lug all of this around all night." Melanie said. That was the advantage to being right in front of the beach, they never had to make real plans.

"It's a lot to carry all at once though. Eric, why don't you help her out?" Elle suggested

Eric took a second to answer.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of Elle!" Lex said. Elle laughed and the group started splitting up before even hearing a response from him. Besides, Eric thought, he'd spent all day with Elle thinking about how good he had it with her. Nothing was going to happen. He smiled, feeling certain of himself.

"Alright, but don't get her too drunk before we come back!" And with that, grabbed the umbrella and beach chairs, leaving Melanie with a mostly empty cooler.

"Thanks for coming up with me." They were in the elevator now, and so far, so good. He had only briefly noticed her breasts in that tiny bikini and how incredible they looked from the side. His hand had only twitched once at wanting to touch that soft skin.

"Oh yea, no problem." Eric said, staring straight ahead as the doors opened up. Getting to the door, Melanie got close to him, her hands on his hips. He gulped at the contact.

"What are you doing?" he asked, keeping his voice calm.

She smiled at him, her hands slowly drifting south. "The keys are in your pocket, right? I just figured it would be easier for me to get them than having you drop everyone to fish them out."

He nodded but said nothing. Her hands found his pockets and entered them. He held his breath, not wanting to move. He watched her tits bounce a little as she searched for the keys, saw the sand sitting on top of them and was hit with an overwhelming desire to brush it off. She found the keys and pulled them and, god he hated himself for it, but he was a little disappointed.

She opened the door and stepped inside, with Eric right behind her. He dropped everything by the entrance as she walked towards her suitcase in the living room to grab a shirt. He closed the door and made his way to the kitchen, watching her sift through her clothes, her ass barely contained by what she called a skirt. He wanted to feel it again, to have his dick slide in and out of her, watch her thick ass bounce on him. She was bouncing a little now on her heels, and he could see her on him. He was hard now, about as hard as he was last night, and then thought of Elle. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that again. He stood behind the kitchen counter, watching her as she picked a shirt and dropped it, replaying the ritual and his hand found its way to his short, tugging on his dick for relief.

There was no foul play right now. Melanie couldn't see him and he wasn't fucking her and couldn't go back to Elle or dinner like this. His warm hand wrapped around his dick and pulled up and down slowly stroking himself watching Melanie. She turned now, not quite facing him but enough that he could see the tan lines from her bikini top and he was reminded of how her tits fit in his hand and he stroked himself faster. Suddenly, she looked up at him and he knew he was caught.

She said nothing. She smiled and walked slowly towards the kitchen, and Eric was hypnotized, unable to move, his hand still wrapped around his hard cock.

She sat down on the counter, and spread her legs, her left hand finding moving down and her right hand drawing circle on her nipple.

"Melanie..." Eric started, sounding strangled. "We can't..."

"Shhhh"

She teased herself with her fingers, slowly building her up anticipation and nodded towards his own dick. Without thinking, his hand moved up... and down... and up again. It was slow, torturous strokes and with every one, Melanie touched herself closer to her clit, teasing her wetness around her pussy, her other hand grabbing her breast. She breathed heavier and so did he.

He needed release soon and the tip of his cock, covered in pre-cum now showed above his own suit. They were so close that Melanie could touch him if she wanted to, could use her own wetness on him, could use his own pre-cum on herself.

The thought of Melanie using his own cum to herself was too much, and Eric came, one hand gripping the counter.

"Fuuuuck" was all he could say. He saw Melanie's own hand moving faster, her hand grabbing her breast squeezing harder. She grabbed his hand and put it on her other breast.

"Eric! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" She grinded against the countertop, his fingers now pinching her nipple.

As she came down from it, his hand dropped.

"We might have gotten a little carried away" he said, chuckling a little.

"No harm done, right? We didn't do anything" Melanie gave him a coy smile, and Eric smiled back.

"Are you ready to go? the others are going to wonder what happened."

"Yea, let me just... change out of this bathing suit." Eric said. He came back soon after with shorts and a different shirt, and Melanie had found a lightly longer skirt to change into.

They smiled at each other as they headed out. And Eric knew he would struggle for the rest of the weekend.