My Weekend in Nicaragua Ch. 03

I woke in Ian's bed wearing only my t-shirt and panties. Ian and Sam were awake, stepping softly across the floor trying not to wake me.

Before I'd fallen asleep, I'd convinced myself to act. Although I liked my boyfriend, here in Nicaragua he felt ephemeral and I was certain we would never end up together. If I wanted a chance with Ian, I needed to take it.

But now, lying in the morning light, the adrenaline laced certainty of the night before dissolved into a knot of guilt. I had a sudden urge to find a payphone, call my boyfriend, confess everything, and see where that left us.

But before I could move, Sam turned to me.

"Kat, after breakfast, we want to go to that beach Ian heard about. Put your bikini on when you get up."

She tossed my skimpiest pair onto the bed next to me--the suit she knew I hated, the one that barely covered my ass. As I got up and walked to the bathroom to change, Ian pointedly kept his eyes fixed on his suitcase rather than my butt.

While we packed, I braced myself for the repercussions of last night. I pictured three people trapped together after a way too sober one night stand. Even more painful was the thought of Sam and Ian acting cute: Ian rubbing Sam's shoulders, whispering into her ear as she laughed.

But when the taxi arrived, Sam got in the front seat as always, leaving Ian and I to sit in the back while she chatted with the driver in Spanish. After she got him talking about growing up in this area, Ian joined in with a question about the local history. I sat in silence, letting the hot breeze from the open windows whip through my hair.

I didn't understand how these two acted so normal, how things could remain the same once your crush came all over your best friend's tits while you made out with her. The tension in the car should have felt suffocating, yet they seemed entirely unaffected.

After the taxi dropped us off near a field, the driver wishing Sam well, we trudged through the high grass to a litter strewn strip of sand. Setting our stuff down, Sam and I mocked Ian for the underwhelming beach. He insisted we had to hike to the actual spot, promising it would be worth it.

We trudged through the sand until we came to a river bisecting the beach, emptying into the ocean. The brown muddy water moved fast, churning into a tight whirlpool near the far bank. At less than a hundred feet wide, the current still felt lethal.

"Just swim quickly. There are crocodiles in this river," Ian said.

"You're joking," Sam said.

"No, I mean there are definitely crocs upstream. I'm not sure they come by the ocean, though."

"Ian," Sam moaned, real fear in her voice. "I don't want to swim through a river with fucking crocodiles and whirlpools."

"It'll be worth it," Ian said. "Jon and Mel said the beach on the other side was incredible."

"I really don't care. We can just lie out here."

Because Sam was rarely afraid, her hesitation felt like an opening. The fast, muddy water and churning current terrified me too, but instead of siding with her as I normally would have, I let the sudden urge to prove my recklessness overpower the fear.

"Come on, it will be fun," I said. I grabbed my sundress and pulled it over my head. Ian had seen me in my bikini many times. Still, under both their stares, the skimpier bikini felt instantly exposing, and a hot flush crept down my chest.

"I'll go first. Ian, can you put my dress and sandals in the bag?"

I hoped Ian's eyes tracked my ass as I turned.

"I don't want to swim in there," Sam said.

I should have waited, should have understood my friend was actually frightened and needed a moment. But I could sense Ian's attention returning to her.

"It'll be an adventure," I said, running for the bank and launching myself into the water. I swam hard, expecting teeth to clamp into my leg and pull me under at any second; by the time I dragged myself up the opposite bank, chest heaving, I could only let out a small yell of triumph, hoping they would cheer my bravery.

When there was no acknowledgement, I turned and called, "Come on! It's fine."

Sam and Ian had a quiet conversation. While I watched, Ian pulled Sam in for a long hug, and suddenly I wished I hadn't leapt so quickly. He held her, then whispered something in her ear before giving her a light kiss on the temple.

I should have acted more scared.

Sam stepped into the water. She swam frantically and scrambled up the sandy bank like the crocodiles were at her heels, smashing into me with a wet hug.

"Fuck!" she howled into my shoulder. "I fucking hate you both."

I wrapped my arms around her as I felt her trembling. Ian came out of the water with our bag looking completely non-plused.

"You okay?" he asked Sam.

"Yeah," she said, breaking our embrace.

He reached out and gave her another hug.

He didn't ask me if I was okay.

We kept walking up the beach. This side was wider, clear of the washed-up trash we'd seen on the other side of the river, opening into a vast stretch of white sand backed by lush green jungle. We didn't see anyone at first, but as we walked on, a couple came into view sitting on a towel. The woman was older than us, maybe thirty, and topless. I kept my eyes forward, but sensed Sam and Ian tracking her beside me. I peeked over once; her breasts were flawless.

Once we got a ways away, Sam said, "Damn, did you see her?"

"She was gorgeous," I replied.

"Her tits, like wow," Sam added.

Ian didn't say anything, but walked next to us.

"What did you think, Ian?" Sam asked.

"She was very pretty."

We both laughed at him.

"It's okay to tell us what you really think," Sam said.

"They were very nice," he said.

"Ian, you know it's okay if you have a disgusting, perverted little mind in there. We know you're a good guy. It would probably make Kat want you even more."

"Sam!" I hissed. "Stop."

"Okay, it would probably make me want you even more." She turned and smiled at me. "Did you like her tits? Her nipples, they were phenomenal. The way they poked out, like they would be perfect for sucking, don't you agree, Kat?"

"They were very nice," I agreed lamely.

"Do you think they were better than mine?"

"No," Ian said without hesitation.

"Liar," Sam and I said together, then we both burst out laughing.

"Are you saying I don't have the best boobs, Kat?"

"You have a very nice pair," I said. "But hers."

"They were fucking incredible!" Sam cut in loudly.

We kept walking until the coastline bent, then spread the towels in the shade of the trees.

"This beach is pretty incredible, Ian," Sam said.

"Yeah, great find."

Sam turned in a slow circle, taking in the empty expanse of sand.

"Kat, we should go topless," she said.

"What! No." I said. Ian's eyes were suddenly on me. My nipples hardened as I pictured how he would look at me if my tits were out.

"Come on, Kat," Sam continued. "When will we get the chance to be on a magic deserted beach? Its fucking perfect."

I hesitated, reciting my mental obligations to my boyfriend. Yet I had gone skinny-dipping that first weekend in Costa Rica with a group of near strangers, before Sam and Ian became my crew. The only reason I hesitated now was Ian.

Reaching behind my back, I unclasped my bikini and held Ian's gaze as I pulled the fabric away from my chest. He watched openly as I attempted to drop my shoulders and push out my chest.

Sam yanked her own top over her head, and a sharp pulse hit my groin. She stepped beside me, watching Ian track the two of us. Then she pulled me against her so the side of our breasts touched as she turned us to face him directly.

"What do you think, Ian?" Sam asked.

"I feel like this is a trap."

"No trap," Sam said in a quiet voice, then let out a laugh. "Maybe a little trap."

"I know my lore. Mermaids just lead sailors to their watery graves."

I let out a nervous laugh as my chest tightened at the mix of guilt and sharp arousal as Sam's bare arm brushed mine and Ian openly stared at me.

"You wouldn't be willing to make that sacrifice, if you saw us?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay level.

"Please don't kill me," Ian said, giving me an awkward smile. He looked at us for one last moment before turning and grabbing his water bottle.

Sam broke away from me once Ian's back was turned. We sat down on the towels with Ian in the middle. I tracked his eyes, counting how often he looked at my chest versus Sam's. Eventually, I lay on my back, hoping Ian was satisfied with my tits.

I closed my eyes. When I opened them a minute later, Ian quickly snapped his gaze towards the water. I tried not to smile.

I fell asleep against the warm towel and woke minutes later to find Sam shifted against Ian, her head resting on his chest and her finger tracing small circles down his abs.

Ian's hand rested in her hair as his fingers flexed into her scalp; my own scalp tingled, craving the weight of his other hand in my hair.

Her bare breast rested lazily against his side, her nipple just barely touching him as she dragged it across his skin. I lay still, fighting the urge to touch my own chest in tandem.

"Did you have a good nap?" she asked.

"I did."

"Did you dream about us?"

"No."

"What did you dream about?"

"Crocodiles."

"Shut the fuck up," Sam said. "Don't ever mention them to me again. I'm not swimming back across that river."

"So you're living here."

"Yes. I'll gather coconuts and seaweed for my survival. I'll be so thin everyone will think I'm sexy."

"You're sexy now," Ian said. Sam turned and gave him a huge smile.

Fuck. My stomach dropped. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I had the best dream last night," Ian continued.

"Oh yeah, what was it?" I asked.

His face went red.

"I don't remember."

Sam leaned down until her mouth pressed against his ear.

"Liar."

His dick jumped in his shorts.

I shifted so I was lying on my side, facing them. Sam smiled at me. Ian had his head propped on an extra towel and stared at me as I turned.

"What did you dream about?" Sam asked him, dropping her voice into a sexy purr. When he didn't answer right away, she asked, "Did you dream about us?"

Sam sat up a little so she was leaning over Ian, her nipples making lazy circles as she dragged them across his chest. The skin on my chest prickled at the thought of her rubbing her tit on me instead.

"Ian," Sam cooed. "Did you have a wet dream? When you were sleeping right next to me?"

"Uh, no, not really."

"You didn't cum in your underwear as I slept against you completely naked?"

"No," he said more forcefully.

"What did you dream about then?" she asked, as she slid her fingers down until they were brushing the edge of his shorts where his erection was visibly pressing against the fabric.

"Just... It wasn't like a sex dream," he said. "We were just all hanging out. The three of us."

"Hanging out?" I asked.

"Cuddling."

"Cuddling?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, we were just cuddling."

"With me?" I asked.

"I mean, yeah. Kind of like last night, but we were just holding each other."

"Seriously, you are the cutest. No wonder Kat has a crush on you."

Usually, I got pissed when Sam would tease me about my feelings for Ian in front of him. This time, I was too busy craving the weight of his arms around me.

"And what else happened?" Sam asked.

"Nothing, we just cuddled."

"How were we lying?"

"I guess kind of like now, but if Kat was pressed on the other side of me."

Sam looked at me, her eyes issuing a silent challenge. I held her gaze.

"What do you say, Kat? Should we give this boy his dream?"

When Ian looked at me, I closed the distance between us, pressing my breasts against him as I rested my hand on his abs near Sam's hand. She reached towards me teasingly; when I opened my palm to meet hers, she flicked one finger out, snapped my knuckle, and retreated as she gave me an evil little smile.

"Were we naked?" Sam asked. "In this dream of yours."

"I don't think so."

"So we didn't have our tits out. I wasn't teasing my nipple against your chest, making you hard."

Ian swallowed but said nothing.

"I didn't slide it up, until it was hovering right above your mouth."

Sam shifted so her chest was positioned directly over Ian's mouth. Without hesitating, he leaned forward and licked her nipple while she undid the drawstring of his shorts and reached inside, gripping his cock.

My free hand slid lower until I barely touched myself over my bikini bottoms. As I watched, Ian pressed his entire mouth around Sam's perfect tit.

I'd thought I'd made my decision when I pressed my body against Ian. I just needed to reach out and take his cock from Sam. What did it matter? If this wasn't considered cheating already, then it was due to some technicality only I understood. There was no way my relationship would survive this weekend anyway.

Yet I kept my hand pressed over my bikini bottoms, contenting myself with watching them.

Sam reached down and slid her bottoms off. My fingers twitched with the urge to follow her lead and strip off mine, or crawl over Ian and taste a woman for the first time.

"Ian," she said.

"Hmm," he replied, with his mouth still pressed around her boob.

"Are you good at eating pussy?"

"I think I'm okay," he said into her chest.

"I want better than okay, okay? I'll give you some pointers."

Pulling her breast away from Ian's mouth, Sam sat up and crawled toward his face, kissing him deeply before bringing her legs over his head. As she settled above him, his hands went to her hips and pulled her down to his mouth.

She faced away from me, looking into the dense forest, as I heard Ian lick into her.

"Fuck," she moaned. Her hips rocked upward as she ground into his face. "Fuck, Ian."

Neither of them could see me so I studied their bodies unobserved. Her ass flexed while I stayed frozen, my chest pressed against Ian, my eyes darting between Sam's amazing ass and his shorts. Each time she shifted forward, her asshole almost showed; she needed only to lean down slightly further.

Sam had untied his waistband and started giving him a handjob before moving to get her own pleasure. She'd pulled his shorts down just enough that I could almost see the head of his erection poking through. A spike of frustration shot through me that she hadn't pulled his cock all the way out.

My hand rested on his stomach, inches from the bulge in his shorts, but I kept it there, flat against his skin. I wanted to reach out and tug them down just so I could admire his cock and see if I still thought it was as perfect as I'd thought last night.

I almost asked. Excuse me, Sam, can you take Ian's cock out? I'm not supposed to touch it, due to some made-up line that I have definitely already crossed, but would really like to look at it.

Knowing I would be mocked for eternity, I left Ian's cock in his shorts. Rising to my knees, I straddled his chest directly behind Sam. As I pressed myself against her back, I slid my hands up her chest and brought my lips to her neck. From this position, I could see down the front of her: her tits pressed out with a heavy flush, and Ian's eyes looking at us as he licked into her.

I licked her neck and reached up to take her tit in my hand.

Sam moaned into me, then leaned forward slightly, breaking her contact with Ian's mouth.

"You're really good," she said in a weak voice. "Just when you lick, flatten your tongue slightly, like this."

She demonstrated some licking motion down to Ian. "Then lick right there," she said, indicating a specific spot on her pussy.

As she lowered herself back down and closed her eyes, her hips began shifting forward and back, quicker than before. I squeezed her ass with my free hand, and Sam, turning towards me, pulled me into a kiss that deepened as her hips ground faster on Ian's face.

When her hand slipped down and grabbed my nipple, I gave a startled gasp. Her fingers roamed lower down my stomach, finding the waistband of my bikini and slipping beneath it, feeling how wet I was. I wanted to take her hand and force her fingers deeper into me.

Instead, I panicked and grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"I don't think I should do that."

Even as I spoke, I wanted to take it back; I hadn't meant to stop here, but Sam had already pulled her fingers out. Her hand returned to my breast, but this time her touch was delicate, as if unsure. My thoughts spiraled, unsure how to ask her to finger me again.

"Is it okay if you touch yourself at least?" Sam whispered to me.

Taking my hand off her ass, I slipped my fingers down into my own waistband. I wanted to slip my bottoms off, but now felt locked into this hell--present yet somehow on the outside, the damp fabric a reminder of my hesitation.

Last night, in bed alone, I had teased myself slowly, working until I begged for it; this time, my finger went straight to my clit. As I groaned, Sam pressed her mouth back onto mine, her breathing growing heavy as I squeezed her tit and swayed with the motion of her hips. Her breathing became louder, and she started letting out little whispered "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ian" breaths.

As her climax approached, she broke the kiss, and I licked down her neck while my own orgasm gathered deep in me. Hoping it was not too late for me to become the center of our trio, I pulled my hand out of my bottoms and slipped my arm around Sam, pressing my fingers into her pubic hair right above Ian's mouth as she tensed.

She bucked off Ian's face, then pressed herself deeply into him as she made smaller rocking motions with her hips. When she finally came down, she turned and kissed me briefly, then lifted her legs off Ian's head.

Ian's face was a mess. His mouth was sticky and red, his hair all tangled. My lips parted, preparing to lean down and kiss him, to taste Sam on his lips.

"That was so fucking good, Ian," Sam said in a soft, loving voice. "I will have you trained in no time."

Ian just grinned.

I wanted one of them to look at me, to bridge that final gap now that Sam had gotten off. Instead, Sam got on her hands and knees, pressing her ass into the air next to him.

"I forgot to bring a condom," Sam said. "I swear I'm clean and on the pill. Can you fuck me? Just pull out."

So much for my wish that Sam was a one and done girl.

After considering it for a moment, Ian sat up. Sam was already kneeling with her ass toward the ocean, and he positioned himself behind her and pulled down his shorts, but her body blocked my view of his erection.

Shifting to kneel beside him, I had a clear view as he pressed his cock in. Once he entered her, Sam pressed back without hesitation and they quickly found a steady rhythm.

His eyes were locked on her, shifting between staring down at her asshole and up to where she let out little grunts. I pressed myself as close as I could without touching. His eyes came to me as I brought my fingers back to my clit.

His right hand came around my side and held me right above my ass. It was electric where he touched me. All he'd have to do was slip his hand into the waistband, grab my ass, and drag the fabric down. This time I wouldn't have stopped him.

Touching myself as I watched them, I studied his cock entering her, the way her skin stretched as he pulled back. They moved in a seamless momentum. With my boyfriend, doggystyle had always been awkward. I'd pull forward too much and he'd slip out, or we'd just end up in a weird swaying motion. Beneath the awkwardness had always been my unspoken obsession with my asshole, a burning desire for him to press his thumb in. He never had.

These two, though, had already found an ideal rhythm. I leaned toward him as we both looked down at her ass.

"Isn't she sexy?" I said.

Ian looked at me and for a moment, his weight shifted forward, the space between our lips closing before he held himself still.

"Yes," he whispered. "You both are."

He reached out and barely brushed my nipple with his finger. It was the first time he'd touched my tit since we started playing together and I had to hold my fingers steady against my clit to keep from cumming.

"Her ass is amazing," I said, staring down at Sam, where Ian penetrated her. The angle was wrong, but if she were on top of him, I could lean down, part her cheeks and lick her asshole as he fucked her. I'd never rimmed anyone, but I knew I wouldn't hesitate with her. I might even lick lower, tasting both of them where they mixed on his cock.

"Touch her asshole," I whispered.

Keeping a nearly invisible pressure on my nipple, he looked at me before releasing my breast and bringing his thumb against her. The moment his hand left me, I twitched with the need to clarify, to scream and place his hand back to my breast, while simultaneously grabbing his other hand and shoving his thumb deep into her ass.

As he touched her asshole, Sam looked back at us, her eyes wide with a sudden question. Sam and I had discussed our preferences one drunken night. She didn't do anal; the mere idea of my desire for it had always baffled her. I circled my clit more aggressively, keeping my gaze locked on his thumb, tempted to see how far she'd let us push, to see if she let him slip his thumb to the base of her ass like I so desired. If she refused him, maybe there would be an opening for me.

Ian's eyes were locked onto Sam as she looked over her shoulder at him. I craved his stare; last night, even while he fucked her and I was fully clothed, I could have sworn he looked directly at me when he came. Now, I was masturbating with my tits out, and yet his eyes remained anchored on her.

I shifted slightly, leaning over Sam's ass, so I was directly facing him. I brought my face up until it was inches from his. The desperate need for contact forced me closer. I stopped just short of leaning forward and pressing my tongue into his mouth. I held myself there, breathing hard, so close I could feel the hot breath of him as he thrust into her. I turned my head and brought my ear closer to his mouth. As if sensing it, he leaned in and let out a deep groan, then brought his tongue up, kissing my earlobe.

I came. My body seized, and I fought to stay upright. Ian wrapped his arms around me, his hand grabbed my ass. His other hand broke away from Sam. He brought it up to my chest and squeezed my boob as he held me steady.

I let out a pathetic little groaning sound as I fought back the desire to call his name. His tongue pressed into my ear as I twitched.

As I came down, I broke away enough that I could see him. His cock started aggressively thrusting into Sam, and she was whimpering.

"Ian, your cock is so fucking good. I want you to cum for me."

Both his hands had returned to her hips as he slammed himself against her. My bottoms had slid down into a halfway state as I touched myself, with my pubes sticking out and my pussy lips exposed. Ian's eyes were back on Sam, though, and I was once again the voyeur.

"Where do you want to cum?" Sam said.

"Anywhere?"

"Fuck, Ian, where do you want to cum?" Sam said with urgency as her orgasm approached.

"On your face?"

"Cum on my face, Ian. Cum on my face." Sam moaned as she worked her own clit.

Ian thrust into her three more times, then pulled out. Sam rolled, her hand still pressed between her legs as she positioned herself under his cock.

Although I'd never wanted a facial before, I almost followed her; if given the slightest opening, I would have slid down next to Sam and had him cum on us, as a pair. Instead, I remained frozen as Ian came, watching his first load land directly on Sam's lips and nose before she reached up and took him in her mouth, swallowing the next spurt then letting him stroke the remaining cum against her cheek.

I thought it would end there, but as she laid covered in Ian's cum, she continued to finger herself.

"I'm so close," she whispered.

Ian and I both knelt there transfixed as Sam rubbed her pussy. I would have leaned forward, kissed her or crawled between her legs, but her orgasm hit too quickly.

"Oh shit," she whispered.

As Sam arched her back through her orgasm, I watched Ian transfixed by my best friend getting herself off in front of us both, his cum still dripping down her face.

When she finished, Ian leaned down and gave her a kiss. She kissed him back and brought her hand up to his hair.

"You are so fucking incredible," she said.

"You are too." He kissed her again.

I reached down and adjusted my bikini bottoms, then lay back down on my towel, and pressed the heel of my hand over my eyes.