“I mean it’s just veggies on a stick,” said Emily. “I’m sure they’ll both taste great. How hard can this be?”
“You do remember last time we tried to cook something other than pasta with sauce, right?” Isabella asked rhetorically as she frowned at the salmon in the supermarket display in front of her.
“What happened to that turkey was not our fault,” Emily replied. “Your family was in town. It was Thanksgiving. Those hellion little brothers of yours were running around breaking things left, right, and center. We can’t be expected to produce culinary masterpieces in circumstances like that.”
“It was burnt to the bone, Emily. To the bone.”
“Well,” Emily replied, tossing one package of skewers back into the display case, “at least no one got food poisoning. It could have been worse.”
Isabella chuckled. “How does this one look?” She chose a thick filet of salmon from the arrangement.
“Pink,” said Emily.
“They’re all pink,” Isabella replied.
“Well, that one’s a particularly nice shade of pink. Come on, let’s go get some bread.”
Isabella put the salmon into their shopping cart as if it were made of porcelain. “Finally an ingredient we know how to choose,” she said.
“Yes. We can say that at least. If nothing else, we are truly gifted at eating bread.”
“Connoisseurs, really,” Isabella draped her arm around Emily’s shoulders, leaning on her friend.
“Let’s get some cheese too,” said Emily. “That way if this all goes sideways at least we can make some sandwiches.”
“It’s not going to go sideways!” Isabella protested. “I’ve got it all planned. Have a little faith, Emily!”
“Sure, nothing could go wrong with us trying to barbecue.”
“Oh, did we get propane?”
“I thought it was a charcoal barbecue?”
“Oh. Right, yeah. So… did we get charcoal?”
Emily rolled her eyes. “We’re off to a really good start here,” she said.
“It’s an easy mistake to make!” Isabella protested. “Don’t most barbecues run on propane? Anyone could have got them confused.”
“I bet Simon Kavel wouldn’t have,” Emily teased.
“Ugh, that’s because he’s a god among men,” Isabella replied. “How anyone can cook such delicious food and still be so fit is beyond me. If I could cook like that you would have to roll me to school.”
“Just as well that we’re both hopeless cases in the kitchen then,” Emily replied, sticking her tongue out.
Isabella laughed. “You’re probably right.”
***
The next morning was bright and warm and Simon decided to try a new route. He flagged down a taxi and headed down to the waterfront to catch the ferry to Bumpkin Island, one of the many little islands in the Boston harbor that offered woodland trails, beaches, and camping to summer tourists. Because the spring weather could still be unpredictable, Simon was hoping to have the island more or less to himself. Summer holidays were still a few months off and no one but him would be bothering to go all that way for a mid-week morning run. If he couldn’t have his night out in Miami, at least he could treat himself to an extra-long run somewhere secluded where he didn’t have to worry about other pedestrians, their children, or their dogs.
***
“Oh my God, come on, Izzy!” Emily stuck her head out the car window, pushing her sunglasses down her freckly nose to peer back up at the townhouse.
“You know we can’t go without the salmon,” Isabella shot back as she ran back up the stairs to the front door. “That’s the main course!”
“Whatever, we have those vegetable kebab things we got at the market. We are going to miss the ferry!”
On the stoop, Isabella turned, putting her hands on her hips. “But we have to try the salmon! It looked sooo good when Simon made it.”
“Oh for goodness sake stop talking about that man like you know him, Izzy! He’s a celebrity chef, not your neighbor!”
Isabella licked her innocent-looking rosebud lips and waggled her eyebrows in a way that was not at all innocent. “Well, I would love to get to know him, if you know what I mean.”
Emily rolled her eyes, pushing her sunglasses back into place. “Yes, I know what you mean, you dork. Now hurry up!”
“It’ll be fine, Emily. No one’s going to beat us to a grill on Bumpkin Island at this time of year. Especially not on a Wednesday morning. Did you pack the charcoal?”
“Oh, it’s charcoal now, is it? Not propane anymore?”
Isabella stuck her tongue out at her friend and disappeared into the house. A few minutes later she returned with the cellophane-wrapped package of salmon, which she quickly tucked into their cooler.
“Ok. Now we can go,” she said as she hopped into the passenger seat.
“Finally,” Emily replied, sticking her key in the ignition. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
***
Bumpkin Island was everything Simon had hoped it to be: quiet, green, and empty. The island was crisscrossed with trails leading through idyllic forests and along abandoned beaches. The sun had already begun warming the air and the sea breeze was not as chilly as it would have been a month ago. All in all, it was perfect running weather. Simon felt like he’d found his own little slice of paradise.
***
Despite the salmon incident, Emily and Isabella made it onto the second ferry of the morning. To their joy, they were the only ones who got off on Bumpkin. Each carrying a backpack with supplies, they stacked the bag of charcoal on top of their red and white cooler and, carrying the load between them, headed for their favorite spot on Bumpkin: a secluded meadow on the far side of the island. Both girls loved the harbor islands and when they had discovered that Bumpkin had a handful of permanents grills dotted throughout its forests, they had decided they absolutely had to try their hand at an outdoor BBQ.
This was an ambitious project for them as they were notoriously bad at cooking and their usual diet consisted of a constant rotation between pasta with canned sauce, sandwiches, frozen pierogies, and take-out. But Isabella had recently gotten hooked on a late-night cooking show starring Simon Kavel, a celebrity chef from California, and was convinced that she had learned enough now to try something new. Emily teased her, saying that the only thing she paid attention to on the show were Simon’s blue eyes and muscular arms – his actual cooking techniques went right over her head. Isabella was determined to prove her wrong.
“Besides,” Isabella said as they finally reached their destination, “people are always saying that cooking is a science. I’m doing my honors in chemistry for heaven’s sake, how hard can a BBQ be?”
“That’s the spirit,” said Emily, examining the grill with an expression very much at odds with her optimistic reply. “Soooo, how do we turn it on?”
“I think we have to light the charcoal?”
Emily flipped open the cooler and took out two hard lemonades. Shutting the lid, she plopped herself down on top of it. “How’s about we have a drink and plan our attack?”
“Emily, it’s like 9:30 in the morning.”
“Well, do you want to tackle this stone cold sober?”
Isabella joined her on the cooler. “Nope. This is terrifying.”
The girls clinked their bottles together and sipped, eyeing the grill across from them with dread.
***
Simon was halfway through his second lap when he heard voices through the trees. As he turned a corner, he found two young women bikini tops and shorts bent over a picnic table and looking very unhappy.
“This is not how it looked when he did it,” said the taller one, her dark hair pulled back in a long ponytail, as she prodded a piece of poorly cut salmon.
“Well, chalk it up to creative license,” the other woman smiled, her green eyes crinkling. While the brunette was willowy, and pale,
with store-bought jean shorts, the blonde was curvy and tanned, her thick blonde hair piled in a messy bun on the top of her head. Her jeans short home-made, and she had cut them so short that Simon could see the under curve of her plump bum whenever she bent over.
The brunette chuckled. “We don’t do ‘creative license’ in chemistry, Emily,” she replied tartly. “That’s just some bull you art students cooked up to make yourselves feel smart.”
“You scientists,” the blonde replied, shaking her head. “So insecure. I keep telling you, you need to get in touch with your creative side.”
Simon cleared his throat. “I don’t suppose I could give you guys a hand, could I? Only, it looks like you went at the salmon with a battle ax.”
The two girls straightened, eyeing the intruder with visible approval. Simon had taken his shirt off for the run and his tan, muscular chest glistened with sweat. The blonde licked her lips.
“Holy shit,” said the brunette after a second. “Emily, is that —” she pointed at Simon, her eyes wide.
“Yep, that’s him,” her friend replied. “Hi,” Emily said to Simon, holding out her hand. “Don’t mind her. She really loves your show.”
Simon was flattered. “You know my show?”
“That’s the whole reason we’re here. Izzy wanted to put her new cooking skills to the test. I’m Emily and this is Isabella,” the blonde explained. “And we’d love some help.”
“Simon,” said Simon, coming forward to shake her hand. “Now, let’s get this party started.”
Simon soon had everything going smoothly, showing the girls how to keep the coals’ temperature low and steady to keep things from burning. Before they knew it, they were all sitting on Isabella’s striped picnic blanket sharing a drink and waiting for the fish to be ready.
“You will stay and eat with us, won’t you?” Isabella asked as they lounged in the sun. “It’s the least we can do after all your help.”
Emily chuckled, running the cool bottom of her lemonade bottle in a wet line from her collar bone to the waistband of her shorts. “I can think of better ways to show our appreciation,” she murmured, looking over at her two companions through half-lidded eyes.
Simon glanced from one girl to the other. Isabella was smiling, licking her pretty pink lips. He knew he had meetings coming up and should really go – but he also knew that Jack could handle the earlier ones on his own. He wouldn’t be happy, but he could. Just as long as Simon was back in time to deal with Jean. Simon watched as Emily toyed with the button on her shorts and swallowed hard. “I’d love to,” he said, his voice husky, hoping they were thinking what he was thinking.
“How long did you say we have before the salmon’s ready?” asked Isabella, all innocence.
“Half an hour. Maybe a little more?” he replied.
“Perfect,” Isabella purred. She got up and sat next to her friend. “Let me help you with those,” she told Emily, undoing the other girl’s shorts and pulling them off. Suddenly she seemed a lot less innocent.
Emily smiled up at Isabella, grabbing her by her slender hips and pulling her onto her lap. “Thanks, Izzy,” she said, kissing the other girl’s neck and fondling the brunette’s perky breasts with one hand.
Simon could hardly believe his luck as he watched the girls make out, his mouth slightly agape and his erection growing.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch?” Emily asked as she undid the fly on Isabella’s shorts.
“God, no,” said Simon and hurriedly kicked off his running shoes and shorts. The girls assessed his hefty erection with identical grins.
“Help me get her out of this,” Emily instructed. Simon knelt behind Isabella and undid her bikini top, cupping her breasts from behind as it fell. He kissed her pale neck, massaging her nipples with his thumbs as Emily tugged off her shorts.
Once Isabella was naked, she clambered out from between them, lying on her back on the picnic blanket, her arms outstretched. Emily rolled onto her knees and kissed her friend’s clit, presenting Simon with her beautiful round ass and a scanty pair of striped red panties. Simon groaned as Emily began to suck Isabella’s clit and the brunette moaned, arching her back. Quickly, he pulled off Emily’s underwear and grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading her tanned, silky flesh, and eagerly buried his face in her warm pussy.
Emily responded to his mouth instantly, her moans joining Isabella’s as he sucked and licked her swollen labia. The two girls rocked their hips in time and Simon’s erection throbbed in response. Just when he thought that he would come simply from listening to their gasps and moans, Emily sat up.
“Your turn,” she smiled, patting the blanket. Obediently, Simon lay down. Isabella smiled at him and rolled over to bring her dripping entrance to his mouth. Simon loved the feel of a woman on his face, ready for him to explore. He ran his tongue between her slick folds, his large hands gripping her delicate thighs, massaging her pale skin.
Suddenly he felt Emily’s warm, wet tongue licking him from balls to tip. Simon groaned into Isabella, his fingers digging into her skin. He raised his hips, wanting Emily to take him entirely into her mouth, but she just laughed. As Simon kneaded Isabella’s thighs and ass, his tongue flicking along her sensitive g-spot, Emily nuzzled against his inner thigh, gently taking his testicles into her mouth and running her tongue between them. Now it was Simon and Isabella whose moans filled the air. Hopefully, no one else decides to come barbecuing today, Simon thought briefly, right before Emily finally took his quivering cock fully into her mouth and he forgot about everything else.
Simon groaned into Isabella, thrusting against the roof of Emily’s mouth as she sucked him off, one hand pumping the base of his dick, keeping time with the swirl of her tongue around his head. Just as his balls tightened and he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, Emily took her mouth away and he heard the crinkle of a condom packet. He felt the tight latex roll over him and felt Isabella rise.
Standing, the two girls came together, Emily’s hand running down to cup Isabella’s ass. From his position on the blanket, Simon had a perfect view of Emily sliding two fingers into her friend’s dripping pussy, pumping vigorously while Isabella fondled Emily’s breasts, running her tongue flat across Emily’s large dark nipples in a way that made the blonde bite her lip and gasp, her neck thrown back. Simon reached down and began to masturbate to the two girls’ display.
“Oh, he’s going to do all the work for us,” said Isabella, breaking away from her friend.
“Better get on it,” said Emily with a dirty grin. Slipping her fingers out of Isabella, she took her by the hips and guided her down onto Simon’s cock, her own slippery entrance sliding across his chest. At the feeling of Isabella’s tight, wet walls enveloping him, Simon groaned. He grabbed Emily’s ass in both hands and dragged her backward, onto his face, licking her from clit to asshole. Emily gasped and panted, her juices running down his chin as he sucked her clit. Around her ass, he could see the two girls come together on top of him. They buried their hands in each other’s hair, making out as Isabella rode him hard, her snug walls hugging the length of his cock. Simon bucked his hips, making Isabella moan as she came down deep, taking his full length into her. She drew herself up, keeping just his tip in her before plunging back down onto him. As Simon watched, she did this again and again, faster and harder each time, while Emily leaned forward, sucking and fondling Isabella’s breasts. Each time, Isabella’s moans became louder, until she was almost screaming with pleasure.
Finally, Simon could take no more. He picked Emily up and put her on the blanket. Then, rising, he carried Isabella to the picnic table as, smiling, she pumped up and down on his cock. Kissing her, he deposited her on the top of the table. Turning, he found Emily had anticipated him. Pressing her voluptuous breasts against him, she slid the old condom off and rolled on a new one. Then she slid between him and Isabella, on her knees on the bench. She pushed Isabella onto her back, running her tongue
down the other girl’s toned stomach and coming to stop only when she had her clit in her mouth. As Emily enthusiastically began to eat out the other girl again, her ass rose in the air, once more presenting Simon with her glistening pussy.
Isabella moaned and writhed, her hands buried in Emily’s thick hair as she spread her legs wider for the other girl, bracing her feet against Simon’s shoulders so that he could get a good look at what Emily was doing to her. His eyes riveted on the two girls, Simon slid the tip of his dick into Emily’s welcoming folds. Gathering the remains of his self-control, his teased her, sliding his just tip in and out, enjoying the sensation of her tight walls running along the ridge of his head. Now it was Emily’s turn to be impatient and she bucked her hips, trying to draw him in deeper. But turnabout was fair play and Simon kept her at a distance, teasing her with his head, enjoying the sight of her tongue on Isabella’s smooth white skin. As he played with Emily, Isabella’s moans started getting louder as her climax steadily grew. Her body shuddered, her pert breasts bouncing as she began to scream, bucking under Emily’s expert ministrations.
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