“I’m such a bad boy.”
I gave a delighted sigh, spreading a little wider. “You are.”
“But you like me that way.”
“I do.” I moaned against the blanket. “Faster.”
“Like that?”
My clit pulsed against his fingers. “Oh yeah.”
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my face hot, my body even hotter.
“Right here in front of everybody?”
I looked up, a jolt of shame going through me, sending little lightning bolts down between my legs. “There’s nobody watching.”
He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m watching.”
“Oh god, I’m coming.” My pussy contracted, fluttering with exquisite tightness and release, a fiery butterfly.
“Good girl.” He licked his fingers.
“Doc, do you know where the aloe is?” Nan poked her head out the door and I jumped, my eyes going wide. “Your father got too much sun on his bald little head. I told him to wear a hat.”
“I have some in my overnight bag,” he replied. “It’s on my dresser upstairs.”
“Thank you.” She waggled her fingers at us and we waggled ours back. Doc’s still had my come on them. “You kids have fun!”
“Oh my god.” I buried my face in the blanket.
Doc laughed. “I’m going for a swim. Want to come?”
I glanced at Carrie, still sleeping. “Nah. I gotta catch up with Miss Coppertone over there.”
He slapped my ass as he stood and then took his shirt off, dropping it next to the blanket before taking off running toward the water. I couldn’t help turning to admire him as he went. I heard him whoop when he hit the water.
* * * *
“You have to see this tub.” Carrie led me upstairs by the hand, still hot and oily and sleepy from our nap on the sand. Doc and his dad were already showered and dressed and ready for dinner, sitting on the patio and playing a game of chess.
“They’re fanatics,” Nan had told me, shaking her head. “This could go on for hours.”
I certainly hoped not-I was hungry. Carrie and I had slept most of the afternoon away, sleeping the jetlag off, both of us growing browner by the minute. When Doc had woken me to say it was dinner time, I couldn’t believe it.
“Wow,” I whispered as Carrie opened the bathroom door, revealing an enormous black marble bathtub with a shower stall beside it. “That can’t be real. It’s like a hotel.”
“I know.” She clapped her hands like an excited little kid, shutting the door behind her and going over to start the water running. “I’ve been dying to share this with somebody.”
“Do we have time?” I was already stripping down, tossing my suit, such as it was, into the sink and sitting next to Carrie on the edge of the tub.
Carrie snorted. “We’re girls. We can take as long as we want. Besides, when Doc and his dad play chess, it takes
We let the water run, swinging our feet over the side until it was full. Carrie poured lavender bubble bath in and a fine sheen of bubbles started forming at the surface as we slid into the water.
“Oh god,” I groaned, settling myself beside her, leaning against the slanted back of the tub. There was plenty of room for both of us to sit side by side, our hips rubbing.
“This is heaven!”
“Tell me about it.” She leaned over and pressed a button on the side and the Jacuzzi jets started up, giving us both a heated massage. The bubbles started to rise around us, covering the surface of the water and we played in them, blowing them around.
“Look, a bubble dress.” I stood, water sheeting off my body, leaving a lacy trail of bubbles all over my body.
“Damn.” Carrie’s eyes were bright. “That’s the sexiest dress I’ve ever seen on you.”
“Let’s see yours.”
She stood too and I glanced over to the mirror, seeing two very shapely women covered in foam. Carrie took a step toward me, sliding her arms around my waist and resting her cheek against my soapy shoulder. I closed my eyes, feeling the soft press of her breasts and sweetly rounded belly against mine as we kissed.
“I want to show you something,” she whispered, taking a step back and sinking fully down into the water. I watched, bemused, as she hung onto the tub and put her feet up over the edge. She leaned back a little, parting her knees, the bubbles obscuring her body.
“What-?” I blinked as she moaned and started rocking, making waves in the water. And then I understood- she had positioned herself over one of the jets and was letting the water pulse against her clit.
She opened her eyes, a little breathless. “Wanna try?”
“Hell yeah.” I got down into the water, situating myself beside her in the tub and finding a jet to ride. “Oh! Fuck!”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” she agreed, closing her eyes again and rolling her hips. “Get it right on your clit…”
The pulse was rapid-fire against my pussy, different from a tongue or even Carrie’s vibrator. The water was soft and hard at the same time, kissing my clit with a steady, pulsing stream of heat. I lost myself almost immediately, moaning and trying to get even closer to the sensation.
“Ride it,” Carrie whispered, her eyes still closed, her mouth a little open with her pleasure. “Oh yeahhhh I’m gonna come!”
I watched it happen, her breasts floating in the water, nipples hard and poking through the bubbles, her back arched, hands gripping the edge with white knuckles. Her orgasm made me want mine even more.
“Oh Carrie,” I gasped, splaying my thighs wider and nudging my clit against the delicious, hot rush of water. I chased my climax in circles, divine spirals that ended in infinity, my whole body bucking with my orgasm. I shuddered, letting myself go and nearly drowning as I sank into the tub, coming up sputtering and covered in bubbles.
Carrie laughed and I did too, spitting out soapy water and wiping at my eyes. She used a washcloth to clean off my face.
“Want to do it again?” she asked, grinning.
“Hell yeah!”
The knock on the door startled us both. “Girls?” It was Nan. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. “Are you all right in there?”
“We’re fine!” Carrie called. “Just getting ready! Give us five minutes!”
“Hurry girls!” She sighed, moving away from the door. “I’m hungry!”
“Me too,” Carrie reached over to cup my still spasming pussy and I moaned. “I can’t wait to eat…”
“Bad!” I grinned and pushed her probing fingers away. “Come on, we better wash. Your husband and your in- laws are waiting.”
“Okay fine.” She sighed, reaching across the tub for the shampoo. “Dinner first.
Eat later.”
We both giggled and started to wash our hair.
* * * *
It was dark when Carrie slipped in my room, shaking me awake and whispering,
“We’re going skinny-dipping,” into my ear. I came awake slowly, not sure if she was real or part of my dream. But when I felt her hand slip under the covers, cupping my breast and thumbing my nipple, I knew she was definitely real.
