Islands in the Sea: Pt. 01

This is my first effort for Literotica. In fact, my first effort at all in many, many years, and my first ever foray into erotica. Quite likely, it will read amateurish. Maybe too ornate for some, not descriptive or raw enough for others. Regardless, I would love all feedback that is bourne with thought.

This is a true story, or as true as a story can be when seasoned by memory. It is also the beginning of a much longer story, which I will endeavor upon if it seems warranted. I love all of the efforts on this platform, and hope this one is worthwhile. Thank you, and hope you enjoy.

How It All Began

Night is the most unreliable of companions. Tenuously amenable at its best, ruthlessly foreboding at its not-so-best, depending on the clarity of the mirror; the mirror being, of course, ourselves. Not much else to look at in the dark. And after, after the dark has relinquished its comfort, or looming, or warmth, or insidious creeping, depending on the mood of the tenuous, unreliable mirror. After the dawn has gently stroked the horizon into a presence rather than a sense of a maybe tangible distance in the far off. Well, that's when the day decides whether to kiss or to bite, and, if the latter, how hard.

There is a particular time of morning light when things can seem too real, abrupt. sandy and abrasive. Or, if the morning is right, and the light is also right, and the mirror has been somewhat constant, everything feels instead ephemeral, barely grazed, tantalized and intriguing. Those latter mornings are rare for me, for us, now. Our schedules for work, the obligations of the days, the weight of our mutual pasts, the weight of our shared present, all combine to corrupt ephemerality and render it down to the mundane, all too often. Not that mundane is always bad, it isn't. There is great comfort to be derived in stability. As long as it's not at the cost of inspiration.

"I have a confession to make." We were sitting in bed, sipping our morning coffee, the soft Summer morning sun hazing through the white gauze curtains and tangling light in Jo's blond hair.

"Mmmm." I half-listened. Ours was not a relationship of tectonic morning pronouncements. When I first met Jo, she was practically incapable of emotional immediacy that verged anywhere below the playful or joyous, as if the heft of past lives had created such vivid memories of traps, pitfalls, and missteps that led to slow and grinding pain, that any discussion of the potentially hazardous had to be deliberately tabled and stored until a full process of thorough examination had been achieved. It wasn't until a few years in and many long days of me waiting to address situations, like a driver waits to renew a license at the DMV with carefully forced courtesy, that we had reached a point where we, she, could feel safe in sharing her feelings about the traps, pitfalls, potential missteps, and we could rest assured that a mandatory seventy-two hour waiting period would not be required before facing a dragon together. Or spilled milk. Whatever was on the spectrum for the day.

"I kissed Tali last night." Jo spoke the words gingerly, as if she was gently moving a hot kettle.

Her eyes shot to me and away.

She looked over at me again, hesitantly, obviously unsure of how I would respond. I looked back, wide-eyed. That was certainly not what I'd expected. I wished, for a gone-in-an-instant moment, that I'd had a bit more coffee before this silence dropped in the room like an uninvited and awkward guest, sitting heavy in a corner chair when the other party guests have gone home. My belly hollowed with dread.

Josephine and I had a wonderful partnership. Truly. We had bonded at the first at work, in pleasant comradeship, then later in long talks over a shared history of pain and sadness, but found as time unfolded between us that we fit each other like Russian nesting dolls taking turns holding each other within. We could, and did, talk about anything with an entirety of openness (given time), fought almost never and never for long, argued only with good-naturedness, and had so much fun together that it caused rampant envy and happiness in equal amounts amongst our friends. We were deeply in love. We were best friends. Either of us would choose spending time with the other over any offered alternative whenever we were given the choice. We were also very, very hot for each other. All the time.

Over our past few years together, Jo had accumulated quite an arsenal of vibrators, butt plugs, bondage restraints, the odd flogger or paddle, and sundry other items (including a swing that we had no room for in our current house and which was currently disassembled in parts under our bed.) Needless to say, we had a very active sex life. We usually fucked at least once a day, often more, and were both very obvious in our desire for each other, and very vocal in our demonstration of it. At an old second floor apartment, we had once forgotten to close a window and, upon reaching our crescendo, were rewarded with loud applause and shouts of encouragement from multiple audience members on the sidewalk outside.              

Although I knew Jo had played around quite a bit before I ever met her (as had I, for that matter), we had been very carefully monogamous since getting together. The circumstances at the time had seemed to require it, with her leaving the city for law school just a few months after we'd begun seeing each other, and our only getting to see each other briefly after that, usually on Sunday evenings when I could drive to, or when she was on a break from school and could come stay with me for a few days. In those first few years, the relationship was delicate enough, and yet worthwhile enough, that both of us felt the security of monogamy necessary if we were to continue. That lasted not only through her grad school and subsequent work in another city for a time, but also in the years since she'd returned to our city and we'd moved in together. We were flirty with others, and often in some state of undress when hanging out with our friend group, almost all of whom were comfortable with varying degrees of nudity, but hadn't taken it any further than that. We were also, without fail, totally open and honest with each other. Both of us had been in relationships in our past with manipulative or passive-aggressive people and had had more than enough of underhandedness and deception. I knew that Jo had played with other women in the past, and maintained a considerable appreciation- and occasional lust- for women, but I was still taken aback, and more than a little frightened, at the surprise that she would kiss another person without discussing it with me first, and in my absence.

"Wow." I sat unspeaking for a few minutes to contemplate this, assessing my feelings and checking to see if the pit in my stomach would persist. Maybe I would vomit.

Jo broke the silence. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Afterwards, I felt really bad and I've been really worried that I might have hurt you."

"I appreciate that." I looked at her and took a deep breath. "Will you tell me what happened?"

"Well, you know that Tali and I were out with a crew last night, bouncing around a few different bars. At the end of the night, Tali drove me home so I didn't have to grab a rideshare, and we ended up sitting in her car for a long time and talking about lots of different things. And then, at some point, I just felt like I really, really wanted to kiss her. So I did. And she kissed me back. And so we kissed for a while, but then I realized that I didn't feel right kissing her without talking to you about it first. I'm sorry."

"Thanks for being up front about it. I'm not exactly sure how I feel right now, but I'm not mad at you, and I'm not considering anything weird or drastic. I love you, Jo, so much, and I want to always be with you."

"I love you, too, baby, so so so much, and I feel the same way. You're my person, and I don't want to fuck that up."

Later that afternoon, we talked more about it.

"I've thought about it a lot today, Jo, and I think I'm okay. I don't feel betrayed or lied to- obviously, since you told me right away. And I also want you to be in a place where you can be spontaneous, and chase your desires, and regain that feeling of curiosity and freedom and horniness that you felt you had to bury in order to focus on law school and your job afterward. I know you've missed that and we've talked about it a lot."

"I do want to feel that again! I want my mojo back, baby!" Jo looked at me earnestly. "But I don't want to do anything, ever, that might harm what we have. I don't ever want you to feel unsure of me, or hurt."

"I know. Me neither. Maybe we could make an agreement. Maybe we could talk about some healthy boundaries, and, of course, keep being completely open with each other, not only about our feelings and actions, but also about our desires. I mean, do you think you'd want to kiss Tali again?"

Jo shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not. It was all so in the moment when it happened, you know? She's very attractive, but... Part of the fun was the spontaneity, how organic it was. I wouldn't want to try to force situations like that, and I don't even know if I'd want to kiss her again."

"Okay, I get that. For now, let's just keep talking about it, and everything, and we can discuss more if things change. I love you, baby."

"I love you, too. Thank you for understanding." Jo leaned in and kissed me, wrapping her arms around me tightly.

Weeks went by. We hung out with Tali many times, but nothing further happened. I didn't bring up the incident with Tali, and she didn't mention it either. We had met Taliyah several months previously, at the gym where we all trained, because we would all attend the noon workouts. Jo and I were both very fit- Jo had been a competitive runner in school, and kept up her fitness throughout her life, but had taken it to a new level when we joined this gym, and now sported a body that was obviously designed for performance, topped with an elfin face framed by blond hair, and a sleek, petite form with lovely handful-sized breasts, and an ass I could barely tear my eyes off, even after several years of being together. She looked absolutely stunning, in clothes and out. For my part, I trained at the gym both because I enjoyed the training and the sense of community, and I had to maintain a high level of fitness for my job- I'm a Paramedic, and assigned to a couple of different specialty response teams that require high levels of strength and endurance.

Tali would often arrive to the gym on her motorcycle, wearing jeans, boots, and a leather jacket and helmet. She would strip down to tiny shorts and a tank top for the workout, then put all the protective gear back on and ride off on the bike afterwards. We teased her about it all the time, as we live where it's over ninety degrees most of the year. Ali would just laugh and shrug, saying, "Bajans are used to the heat! We love it! Just don't put me anywhere cold, I'll cry!" Tali was from Barbados, and wore her hair in a short plait and twist with bleached tips. She had an amazingly toned and muscular frame, as she'd been a competitive athlete and martial artist for most of her life, and small breasts that made wearing a bra completely superfluous, so her prominent nipples were almost always visible through her tops. She laughed all the time, loudly and delightedly, it was a laugh that arrived with musicality and substance, like the sound of a steel drum. Anyone could see that she lit a room when she walked in. It was also obvious that she had no shortage of offers, and she made no secret of the fact that she was into all kinds and genders. We really enjoyed her company, and were quickly becoming good friends.

Which is why, when our phones pinged with a message from our friend, Cora, asking if we wanted to join a group of our friends for a week in Mexico, Jo immediately sent an enthusiastic, "Yes, girl, you know it! Can we invite Tali, too?"

We arrived in Puerto Vallarta as a group, jumping in a couple of van shuttles to drive North, up the coast, to a small surfing town where Cora and her husband, DJ, had gotten married a few years ago. We had rented out a compound of cabana apartments, with an enormous communal kitchen in the primary apartment, and a small pool and hot tub at the center of the compound. There were 7 couples plus Tali, all of us very good friends, so we knew it was going to be a great time.

We wasted no time as we arrived in the early evening, immediately jumping in the pool and doing multiple shots of tequila, although Tali, as was typical of her, sipped whiskey instead. It wasn't long until most of us were naked and dancing. And drunk, although no one got so out of hand that they'd need a caretaker. The next couple of days were of a similar vein, our group alternating between the beach and our pool at the compound, eating meals together in town or cooking in the communal kitchen, taking naps in the afternoon, and drinking from morning until well into the night. By the third day, some of the guys were getting a little restless for adventure, so we agreed to book a small boat to take us out spearfishing. The girls decided they would stay behind and lounge at the beach or the pool, maybe do some shopping in town.

We were out on the boat for several hours, and, although none of us were able to catch anything, it was a great time snorkeling around the different reefs along the coastline and then hopping in the boat for a beer. We were all pleasantly tired and happy when we got back to the compound, and used the outside shower before going to our separate cabanas to relax before dinner. I found Jo in our cabana, looking a little tipsy. She asked all about the boat trip, did we have fun, what did we see around the reefs, was the girl working the boat hot, and so on. After a while, she looked sideways at me with a sly gleam in her eyes.

"Babe, Tali and I talked about some things today."

"Oh, yeah?" I cocked an eyebrow and grinned. I trusted Jo implicitly and totally.

"Yeah, we talked for a bit, and we decided that we're all going to get in some trouble." She smiled hugely, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"Who's all of we? And what kind of trouble?"

"The three of us. If that's okay. If you want to."

"Hmmm. Well, I'm certainly curious. I like Tali a lot, she's hot as fuck, and it might be fun to see where it goes. I love the idea of you, especially, cutting loose and having some fun. What kind of boundaries are we talking about? And are you sure this is something you want for all three of us? Would you be more comfortable exploring this without me?"

"No! I would only want to explore if you were there, too. You being there makes everything more fun for me, and I wouldn't feel good at all if we weren't sharing the experience!"

"Good. Same here. And boundaries?"

"Well, I told her the only thing was that I wasn't sure I'd be okay with is someone else having sex with you, or even going down on you. I just don't know if I could get past my fear about that, even though I've been in similar situations in the past- that was different. And I'm so attached to you now, it would tear me up if you left."

"Totally understand those boundaries, and they make sense. But you should know, babe, that I'm not going to leave you. Ever, if I get my way. You fit me so well, better than anyone I've ever met or could imagine, and you're my best friend and the person I want to hang out with more than anyone else in the world. And the person I want to fuck more than anyone else in the world. No way that's changing."

"I think this would be a good way, a way that feels pretty safe, for me to try to tap back into my sense of adventure and curiosity. But only if you want to."

"Trust me, if I find myself in a place where I don't think I want to, I'll let you know."

"Great!" Jo bounced up from the bed, her face lit up. "I'm gonna go tell her!"

I laughed as she rushed out.

Half an hour or so went by, then I heard Tali's laughter ringing like bells from the courtyard walls, so unabashed that it would be clearly heard across the entire cabana compound. After a minute, the door burst open and Jo scampered into the room, followed closely by Tali. Both women were wearing their bikinis, tiny thongs that barely covered the areas in question, Jo's in black with a rhinestone skull and crossbones over her pubis, and Tali's in typical bright yellow and orange. Tali stood and looked at me and smiled devilishly. She spread her hands and widened her eyes.

"Excuse me, sir, but I'm here to file a complaint with management." Her Bajan accent always put a strong lilt to her words. Her smile got brighter as she said it, teeth flashing white between her dark, plum-colored lips.

"Is that right, ma'am?" I grinned back. "What has my girlfriend done this time?"

"She assaulted me in the bathroom! There I was, innocently trying to pee, when the door slammed open, she leapt in, and as I sat there helplessly, she attacked my face!" She threw her arms up dramatically. "With her mouth!" I saw that Jo was nodding solemnly, and could easily imagine Jo doing something exactly like that.

"I see, ma'am, and when exactly did this heinous crime take place?" I raised one eyebrow as Jo giggled and jumped on the bed.

"Right after lunch!"

"So not just now? Earlier today, while I was out, desperately trying to feed our family with nothing but a spear and a snorkel? And a beer? The shameless wanton put her hands on you? And you, of course, resisted? Did you try a safe word?"

Tali sighed and shook her head mournfully. "I tried, sir, I truly did! But she wouldn't even let me get a breath! Just kept at me with those lips and that tongue while I futilely tried to protest my innocence!"

"Ma'am, something tells me that there are very few aspects of your personality that could be labelled innocent." I held her eyes as I gave her a mock severe look.

"Wellll... maybe I kissed her back a little bit. A wee bit." She held up thumb and forefinger to demonstrate. "A smidge."

Jo was still giggling uncontrollably, delighted with herself.

"Well, ma'am, I feel that, without visual evidence of the crime, this is just hearsay. A clear case of she said/she said, with no discernible outcome. Perhaps if a witness were to be produced..." I shrugged.

"I'm afraid, sir, that no such witness was present. But we could always reenact the scene for the jury if that might help."

I sighed, looking skywards thoughtfully. "No harm in giving it a shot, I suppose. It would have to be an accurate reenactment, though. No detail left out."

"Yes, sir, I completely understand. There is one problem, though..."

I raised my eyebrow once more. "And what might that be?"

"I don't have to pee right now." Tali pronounced this earnestly, a twinkle in her deep brown eyes.

"Well, perhaps if you sat here," I gestured at the bed I was currently reclining on, Jo bouncing on the edge of it excitedly. "And this young lady," I motioned to Jo, "were to demonstrate how she assaulted you so mercilessly, we might get a clearer picture for the court."

Tali laughed out loud again. Jo was vibrating with anticipation. "It seems I have no choice but to submit to the crime again, for the sake of my reputation."

I chuckled. "Ma'am, I think your reputation is quite consistent with the events thus far."

Tali laughed again and nodded in agreement, slowly leaning into the bed, then easing forward on her hands and knees toward Jo. Jo, suddenly a bit shy, reached out to Tali's face and caressed her cheek. She leaned forward, her lips slightly parted, meeting Tali's with a gentle contact. They both sighed, their lips parting, tongues suddenly darting into each other, hands lingering on each other's torso.

"Mmmmmm." Tali suddenly sat back and looked at me, her hands still on Jo. "It was a bit like that. But more so. I think we're going to have to demonstrate." Her voice got lower, huskier. "For a while."

I smiled and sat back, watching as they went back to kissing, gradually getting more passionate, their hands roaming more freely now, slight moans emerging from their pressed lips. Tali's hands reached and pushed Jo's bikini cups to the sides of her breasts, her thumbs gliding across Jo's pierced nipples, hands cupping and grasping at her breasts. Jo took her cue and slid her hands to Tali's breasts also, pulling the fabric aside to reveal Tali's lovely erect burgundy nipples. Their movements becoming more feverish as their moans grew in intensity, wet sounds coming from their mouths as their tongues searched for each other, small gasps emerging when their lips would break apart briefly. Jo's hands reached around Tali to grab her ass, squeezing and kneading, their torsos pressed against each other. My cock was fully hard now, straining at my shorts, and I could feel my mouth watering. The sight of their breasts pressed against each other, their hands roaming, the sounds coming from their enjoyment, held me in awe. Jo's fair skin rubbing on Tali's coffee was incredibly beautiful. Jo glanced over, grinning as she saw my slight smile and my obvious erection. Tali looked, too, and smiled hugely. Tali leaned towards me, looked back at Jo, and asked, "Can I kiss him?" Jo nodded eagerly. Tali slid towards me and I reached for her face, my fingers sliding to the back of her head, her locks coarse under my touch. I caught the strangely pleasant mixed aroma of cocoa butter and whiskey. She leaned in, her lips meeting mine softly. Our lips parted, our tongues suddenly swirling around each other, heat suffusing my mouth. I reached to put a hand on her ass, squeezing, marveling at how firm it was. After a minute or two, I checked to see how Jo was doing. She sat watching, wide-eyed, with obvious delight, and smiled again in encouragement. I moved my lips lower, to Tali's neck, kissing the skin there softly as she stroked the back of my head. Slowly I moved my lips down her chest, circling her nipple with my tongue, then taking it in my mouth, sucking gently, eliciting a quick intake of breath from Tali. I could feel Jo's hands on Tali now, too, exploring from Jo's position next to her, wandering down Tali's flanks, across her buttocks, down the backs of her thighs. Tali turned her head and grabbed Jo's, pulling her in for another kiss, giving a soft moan. I continued to lick and suck her nipples, moving back and forth between them, as my hands slid across her flat stomach. I could feel the ridges of her abdominal muscles as they tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Tali's other hand was still softly cupping my head, pulling me into her breasts as I teased and licked. I heard a quiet moan from Jo, looked to see Tali's hand now softly pressing on the crotch of Jo's bikini, fingers lightly stroking, then the heel of her hand pressing into Jo's mons and sliding up and down. Jo grunted and reached to mirror her movements, sliding her fingers under Tali's bikini, earning an approving gust of breath from Tali. Tali slid Jo's bikini past her hips and down to her thighs, brought her fingers up and put them in her mouth before returning them to Jo's smooth, shaven lips and gently parting them with one finger. Jo's breath quickened, her hips pushing forward as she hungrily devoured Tali's tongue. Jo sent a hand groping towards me, landing on my chest and sliding down, over my belly, to land on my hard cock, squeezing and stroking up and down a little over my shorts. She suddenly paused, plucked at Tali's bikini and my shorts.

"We need to get these out of the way." Jo and Tali both grinned and shimmied out of their bikini bottoms, untying and tossing the tops, as I slid my shorts off, my throbbing cock springing gratefully free.

"Oooo, yum," Tali cooed as she looked at my cock, reaching to give it a lingering squeeze. I cocked an eyebrow at Jo, who seemed entirely unhesitant about Tali's gestures.

"Yep, he's got a nice dick," Jo said, matter-of-factly. "I'm very fond of it."

"I can see why. It's quite lovely." Tali gave my cock another squeeze, running her hand down my inner thigh as she and Jo resumed their exploration of each other.

"He's really good with his tongue," Jo murmured, looking into Tali's eyes. "You should let him show you."

Tali gave another gust of bright laughter. "Don't mind if I do... in a bit." They resumed their intertwining, both falling to lie side by side on the bed next to me, Tali's hand still stroking my thigh as her other worked between Jo's labia, making Jo's hips buck forward again. Small moans continued to escape them as they stroked each other's pussies, the moans muffled by their locked lips. I was perfectly content to watch them, running my hands up and down their torsos as they made out, their hips squirming under the other's touch. Tali brought her fingers up again, sucking them wetly, and her hand dived back to Jo's pussy, one finger teasing the entrance as she pressed against Jo's clit. Her finger slowly slipped in, knuckle by knuckle, until it had disappeared, then slid out and back in, quickly. Glancing down, I could see a glistening wetness on Jo's lips and thighs. She was soaked.

"Ooooooooh," Jo moaned. Her kisses were getting more frantic, hungry, the wet smacks of their lips and tongues less deliberate, needier. Tali kept fucking Jo's pussy with her finger as Jo's face tightened, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Jo's hand reached for Tali's pussy, rubbing, and Tali suddenly rolled Jo to her back with Tali on top, their breasts and bellies pressed against each other. Tali reared up and began to grind her crotch against Jo, one hand grasping Jo's breast and squeezing, pinching and tweaking the nipple. Tali dropped her head to the breast and sucked the nipple, moaning. Jo's breath was coming shorter now, gasping a little, her hand pressed against the back of Tali's head as Tali sucked and licked her breasts. She pulled Tali's head up so she could kiss her, their tongues twining around each other, Jo's hands going to Tali's buttocks and squeezing, kneading, pulling her harder into her hips and groin. They were both gasping now, squirming and grinding against each other, Jo punching her hips up as Tali's moved against hers in an ascending rhythm.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Tali was panting exclamations now, Jo writhing beneath her, mewling, the two having now become some amazing and magical new animal to me, entirely joyous and filled with hot want. The air felt thick, expectant, each moment teetering on an edge that could disappear at any moment and leave us all tumbling and falling in a cascade of helpless need and bright, shining stars.

"Oh." It was of surprise, from Jo. I looked and saw her eyes wide, amazed. "Oh." Her hands squeezed rhythmically on Tali's buttocks.

"Oh. God. Oh. God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh fuck."

"Oh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD," she was screaming, arched impossibly beneath Tali, eyes screwed shut. Sobbing. Hips thrusting madly with all cadence lost.

Jo has never been reserved in her orgasms, a character trait that I find unbelievably, irresistibly, bedeviling. Her orgasms tear through her like a bullet train rips the air open.

"FUCK, TALI! FUCK! OH FUCK. OH GOD." I was sure that every cabana could hear this music shouted from our bed. It could probably be heard leagues offshore. Tali, shouting too, in encouragement and shared agony, and laughing also, that specific lilting cascade of glee that I had only ever heard Tali own. Tali's head was lowered as she poured energy into the grind of her hips against Jo's, sweat beading visibly on her back, her shoulder blades pulled taut and inward with the strain.

Jesus. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

Jo collapsed. Tiny shrieks still emitting from her. I felt that hardness was now my new way of life. I would never be not hard. I would forever be throbbing, for this moment and any others like it. Tali was cooing, stroking Jo's breasts and flanks softly, their hips still glued together but almost still now, only small movements, sparks where there had been an inferno. Jo was staring earnestly into Tali's eyes. She pushed her face upward, her lips seeking Talis, not so desperately hungry now, but warm, affectionate, lingering. Jo's thighs wrapped around Tali's hips, ankles locked together over her buttocks, gently squeezing.

"Mmmmmmm." Jo smoothly rolled Tali underneath her, their positions now reversed, lips still married in serene persuasion as Jo's hips ground in tiny increments against Tali. Jo slid gradually down, her mouth and hand seeking Tali's nipples, those nipples so erect, postured in demand. Tali sighed, groaning slightly, arching her back in offering. Jo slid lower, teeth nipping lightly at Tali's belly and hips, tongue darting to land on skin, hands nudging Tali's thighs wider. Her mouth moved to Tali's center, feathering kisses at the juncture of inner thighs and crotch, around and on Tali's lips, and finally arriving at the prominence swelling from beneath its hood, tinged slightly pink in contrast to Tali's cocoa labia. From my vantage point, I could see a trickle of fluid leaking from Tali's pussy and down the crease of her ass. Tali, propped on one elbow. was watching Jo in bemused fascination, smiling a little. Jo's tongue suddenly lapped out, flat against Tali's labia, and up across her clit.

"Uhhhh. Yessss." Tali's head fell back, eyes sightless in their gaze at the ceiling. The fan spun lazily above us. Jo's tongue again, and then again, slow and careful, looking up at Tali's face and then down again to the delicate folds under her mouth. Jo making short keening sounds, brief laments offered in wordless hunger. Her thumbs spread Tali's lips, stroking, as her tongue continued its looping path in a rhythm of soft heat.

"Mmm. Hmmm. Ahhhh." Tali's hand was at Jo's head, fingers stroking and then filling for a moment with Jo's hair before releasing and stroking again. "Jo. Ahhhh." Tali's nipples were straining upward, amazingly harder even than before, against anatomical physics. My cock throbbed in sympathy, and I began to stroke it, not seeking completion, just completely necessary in the aura of fever that engulfed this bed, this private country of lush warmth that the three of us now inhabited. Thrills ran up and down my spine, into my belly, through my groin. Jo glanced over at me, mouth never leaving Tali's pussy, the wet sounds of her tongue in Tali's juices the meter to a rising siren song in Tali's vocalized grunts and gasps. Jo's eyes were wide with deep hunger as she lapped and watched me stroke, her ass, in the air behind her, making involuntary movements forward and back in unconscious memory of desire.

"Jo. Jo. Jo. Ahhhhh, Jo." Tali's breath was heaving now as if from a sprint, her fingers no longer stroking Jo's hair but gripping the locks tightly in hostage. Jo's looked back at the target of her ministrations, one hand reaching slowly, slowly, and then all at once, sliding two fingers into Tali, palm upward, fingers curling.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH, JO!" Tali wailed, buttocks leaving the mattress behind as they desperately sought ascension, sought deeper, more, all of it. Jo's lips locked around Tali's clit, sucking and sucking, her fingers driving forward and back, a furrowed look of intense concentration on her face.

"OHHHHHHHH GODDAMN JOOOOOOOO!" I heard a wet splatter, and stared unblinking, unbelieving, as a stream of liquid shot from Tali, hitting Jo's chin, her neck, the sheets below. "HOOOOOOLY FUCKING GOD JO!" Tali was thrashing now, side and side and back and forth, unrestrainable, that taut body flexed throughout, spasming. Jo still keening as her fingers worked and mouth sucked.

Minutes that felt like days passed, Tali gradually and in tiny increments relaxing, her spasms slowing, her breathing deep and low and hoarse. Jo gasping slightly, eyes still wide in amazement.

"Holy shit, Tali." Jo suddenly grinned. "Did I just make you squirt?" Jo's face was that of a woman alight with the discovery that, against all previous proclamations and purported evidence, Santa Claus was actually fucking real. "Holy shit!"

Jo crawled up Tali's form, breasts pressed against her, her mouth, wet and dripping with the rewards of Tali's titanic orgasm, locking hard to Tali's in a frenzy of glee. They kissed, hard and with great sincerity, for some time.

"So. fucking. Hot. Tali." Jo's delight was unabatable, proof that radiance was no myth. She was glowing.

"Mmmmm, Jo. Thank you." Tali punctuated with a kiss. "Thank you." Another. "Thank you." And again.

"Oh, we're definitely going to have to do that again, you hot bitch." Jo's grin occupied an acreage out of proportion to her face. "But first..."

Both women looked over to where I lay smiling and still softly stroking my cock. Hardness was a permanent state of being now, having arrived as herald and stayed as resident advisor. I was barely in a state to make my own decisions.

The two women untangled slowly and both slid toward me. Tali arrived first, at my face, her fingers tracing the meat of my lips. "I'll have to try this delicious mouth out soon, please. But not just yet." Her lips met mine, forcefully, her tongue invading with slippery demand. I felt the bed shift as Jo settled near my hips, her fingers brushing my belly and thighs. Tali's mouth was full of heat and fire, unrelentingly voracious. I felt Tali's fingers tugging insistently at my nipple, squeezing, and felt electricity fire in my chest. I wasn't sure how much more electricity my body could take. I might shatter with the thunder of an exploding transformer, without the courtesy of announcement by lightning.

Then I felt Jo's lips on my cock, and groaned so deeply that Tali hummed in affirmation even as her tongue continued to work with, and against, mine in harmonious dischord. I felt a deeply warm, wet mouth take my length inside, bringing haze to my vision. It felt like coming home. I wanted to cry. My body felt like wires strung beyond their capacity, the slightest strum of which would bring the universe crashing apart. A hand encircled the base of my cock, squeezing and sliding, as the mouth took my cock slowly but with such surety that I knew inevitability like I had never understood the word before.

Tali's lips were on my chest now, her teeth lightly gripping my nipple between them and her fingers stroked a deliberate circle around it, pressing. The mouth on my cock grew more insistent, hungrier, the hand at the base now sliding with firm demand. I had no idea what my voice was saying, words could not contain this multitude, but sounds were there. I felt my fists clenching and unclenching.

Years ago, in my previous life as a chef, before I became a medic (I wanted a less stressful career), there was a day when some chef friends and I were playing with spun sugar in the kitchen, vying to see who could complete the most ornate structure before the lattice would collapse in an near instantaneous fragmentation of undoing, all arrangement lost in the destruction of geometry.

This, now, was so much more. An arrival. And then a total departure. A devastation of the architecture of me. Light burst the haze of my vision, taking all with it, cracks and fissures suddenly wracking my internal workings. Cries ripped from me, unknowingly and heard only in the far distance. And some part of me was aware that two pairs of hands were gripping me tightly, other cries joining mine in enraptured accord and encouragement. Actual tears wet my cheeks, and it was only after that I realized they were mine.

Fuck.

The ruin ebbed slowly, an emptiness in its wake that was ameliorated, so completely ameliorated, by the hands that held me tightly. I felt Jo's fingers stroking softly as light kisses comforted my slowly diminishing cock. Jo looked up at me from where she nestled between my thighs. "Ok?" her voice was gentle, so loving.

"Ok." I smiled a little, knowing she didn't mean the physical. She meant me, us, this. "Tali?" I turned my face to where Tali's head lay on my shoulder.

"So good." That laugh, that very particular Tali laugh. Her hands idly petting my chest. "So, so good."

We lay there in the love and early evening light. All amazed by the ease of it all, the unquestioned comfort of our togetherness. As the light grew ever so fainter, we knew that we would have to rise soon, join the group for dinner, probably (definitely) drinks, maybe (certainly) after dinner pool hijinks. And then...

"Well." I sighed. Jo and Tali both looked at me.

"Only five more days to go."