“Wait a second,” Brooke said. “I’m still engaged.”
“Then where’s your ring?” Sam asked.
Sam was right. I hadn’t seen Brooke wear her ring a single time since we came up from the Lady Dancer. But if I had learned anything about Sam, it was best to stand back and let her do the talking.
Brooke shrugged. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t end things with Logan. But for now, I’m still officially engaged.”
“You’re willing to let Trap get busted?” Sam asked.
Brooke sighed and nibbled on her lower lip. “I didn’t say that.” She let out a long sigh. “Fine. I’ll stand watch.”
Sam grinned knowingly. “Stand watch or watch us fuck?”
Brooke met the blonde vixen’s gaze head on. “Both.”
Sam gazed over Brooke’s shoulder at me. “You picked a good one with her.”
“She’s an easy person to love,” I said, feeling Brooke stiffen in my arms at the mention of the word love.
“You ready to fuck me, baby?” Sam asked.
I grinned. “What do you think?” I inched off the stool, still holding Brooke’s hand, then picked up Sam’s before leading them across the bar toward the restrooms.
The bar was only half-full and Maria had captured most of the red-blooded testosterone hovering around the bar. Nobody was paying attention to us, but people came to take a leak every few minutes. We would have to make it quick. Not that I wasn’t ready and willing. Both girls had edged me for so long I was fit to bust and I had spent the last hour with my hands inside Sam’s panties, squeezing her ass, and slipping my fingers halfway up her pussy.
At the entrance to the back hall, we left Brooke to stand guard while I led Sam a dozen feet further. We stopped halfway between the men’s and women’s restrooms beneath a picture of Jimmy Buffett drinking a beer right here at the Salty Parrot.
Sam backed up against the wall and gazed up at me, her eyes drowning with lust. “Baby, take off my panties,” she whispered while she locked her big blue eyes on me.
My cock throbbed as I hiked her mini-skirt up around her waist and hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of her soaked white lace panties. I stole a glance at Brooke and her gaze was locked on my hands, sliding over Sam’s ass cheeks.
Brooked unfastened the button on her jeans and slipped her hands down the front while stealing half-glances toward the bar with most of her attention focused on us.
Sam deftly unzipped my pants and freed my aching cock, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and squeezing. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her breaths coming fast and ragged. She stepped out of her panties and spread her legs, licking her lips while she gently stroked my throbbing cock.
My pants fell down around my ankles and I slid my hands under Sam’s ass, easily hoisting her up, while I pinned her back against the wall.
She shuddered and gasped, stroking my cock while she tried to stifle her moans.
The skirt that had barely covered her ass was up around her waist, revealing her tight pussy in all its glory. Her pink lips glistened with her juices, barely peeking past a slit so clean and smooth, not even a single whisker tainted the purity of her feminine temple.
Brooke’s gaze settled on my stiff, swollen cock and her eyes turned hazy with lust. She arched her back and moaned while she stuffed her hand deeper down her pants and gyrated her hips while she finger fucked herself.
Sam’s mouth found mine and our tongues lashed together with a hungry intensity that left my head flashing with fevered lust.
I guided my tip along her slippery lips and easily sank deep into her honey hole while a deep shuddering shiver rolled over my body in waves of pleasure. My legs trembled and my cock pulsed as Sam’s pussy twitched and squeezed my throbbing shaft, clenching down with a velvety softness that left me teetering on the brink of orgasm.
Sammie locked her long, powerful, golden-toned legs around my waist and pulled me in deep, squeezing my cock while our tongues played together. She moaned softly and gyrated her hips, fucking me with short, intense gyrations.
I held nothing back, ramming her hard and fast while I squeezed her tits and gazed into her eyes. Her pussy was hot and tight and her walls squeezed my cock, forcing me to groan with lust. With deep, powerful strokes, I pounded the blonde co-ed, ramming her with my granite-hard cock while her loud grunts and stifled moans filled my ear.
“I love you, baby,” Sam whispered in my ear as her body rose and fell, bobbing up and down on my cock. Her back rode the wall, and she dug her heels into my bare ass, pulling me in deeper while her clean, minty breath flooded my senses.
Brooke gazed at us slack-jawed, her watch duties forgotten. Her jeans clung to her hips, barely hanging on. The top of her shaven pussy came into view, where her glistening fingers buzzed her clit.
With each penetrating stroke, I bottomed out with a deep grunt, and my tip squeezed into the tightest recesses of Sam’s already tight pussy. My tip met hard resistance at the entrance to her cervix. Every muscle inside her pussy felt alive as she flexed and contracted, squeezing my cock with relentless efficiency. I had no intention of pulling out, and in less than thirty seconds, I would drown her womb in a gallon of hot jizz.
Sam’s hot breath washed over my ear and down my neck. She pulled herself forward, away from the wall, and leaned into me, riding my cock like a mechanical bull. She moaned and grunted in my ear and her words came out in a rush, “Coming… oh fuck, I’m coming so fucking hard.” Her words trailed off and her body stiffened as a wave of orgasmic energy hit her like a tidal wave. She impaled herself on my shaft and her body trembled under the weight of the seismic climax.
Brooke arched her back, her pants forgotten and sliding lower over her thighs. She let out a stifled moan and slammed her fingers in and out of her pussy as her eyes rolled back in her head.
I squeezed Sam’s ass in both hands and held her down until every inch of my cock was buried inside her. With a loud grunt, my head flashed and tiny white stars filled my field of vision. I gushed a fountain of cum, spraying her womb with enough seed to impregnate her a hundred times over. Again and again I came, firing loads of sticky semen inside the stunning blonde beauty.
I lost myself, not giving a flying fuck who walked down the hall. She was mine, now and forever. I grunted with the force of the unrelenting orgasm, unloading a night’s worth of teasing, gushing and spurting unending bursts of sticky cum until my balls went mercifully still.
I cradled Sam in my arms, my cock buried deep inside her, and she sagged forward, resting her head on my shoulder. Her pussy twitched with the aftershocks of her violent orgasm, and she kissed my neck softly as she gasped for air. “I love you,” she whispered in my ear.
Beside us, Brooke leaned against the wall, pulling up her pants a moment before her eyes widened with shock and she whirled toward us. “Someone’s coming.”
Sam slipped off my cock, dragging a thick line of oozing cum in her wake. She straightened her miniskirt and glanced down as if to make certain she covered all the important parts.
I pulled up my pants and grabbed Sam’s panties, shoving them in my pocket while I zipped my jeans, praying my cock didn’t get caught in the zipper.
A grizzled old Vietnam vet named Gus appeared around the corner. He had stooped shoulders and thinning gray hair and eyed us suspiciously as he passed by.
He pushed the bathroom door open with a creak and disappeared inside before Sam and Brooke let loose peels of laughter.
Sam picked up my hand, and I glanced down at her skirt. “You have cum leaking down your inner thigh,” I said.
Sam pried open her legs and glanced down. Thick trails of milky white cum oozed down each side of her inner thighs, while a pearl of jizz dotted her little pink pussy. “Oops. Oh, well.”
“We should go,” Brooke said. “I feel like he knew what we were doing.”
“Agreed,” I said before picking up Brooke’s hand and leading the ladies through the bar.
Maria fro
wned as we walked past, narrowing her brows as she eyed us with as much suspicion as old Gus.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, giving her a smile and a friendly wave.
We pushed outside and stood under the starry south Florida sky before I turned to face Brooke.
“It’s too late to go home,” I said. “Just come sleep on the boat. You can sleep up on the sun deck. I’ll keep my hands to myself. I promise.”
Brooke glanced between Sam and me before she met Sam’s warm stare. “You don’t mind?”
“Mind? God, no,” Sam said. “Sweetie, I’ll sleep up on the sun deck with you. Trap’s all taken care of for the night.”
“Hey,” I said. “Not cool. I was looking forward to naked cuddling and wake up sex.”
“From who?” Sam asked.
I glanced between them. “Whoever wants to.”
Sam perched on her tiptoes and kissed me softly on the lips. “It’s late, and I’m not leaving Brooke alone.”
“Fine,” I said. “You two take the bed. I’ll take the sun deck.”
“Perfect.” Sam smiled as if that had been her plan all along. She and Brooke exchanged a smile, and the two trotted off toward the boat arm-in-arm, chatting happily with their giggles coming at my expense.
I trailed after them and sighed. “You two are making breakfast. Not me.”
Chapter 5
The next morning, the sun, wind, and a yacht blaring its horn as it left port woke me. I stumbled below deck to find Brooke already gone and Sam’s blonde hair peeking out from under a mound of fluffy covers. I quickly stripped off my clothes and slid into bed with a still sleeping and very naked Sam. Had the girls dipped their toes in the lady pond? God, I hoped so.
I slipped my arm around Sam and cupped her bare breast, savoring the feeling of her nipple hardening against my palm. She said something indecipherable before turning toward me, sliding her leg over my naked body and mashing her tits into my chest. My morning wood turned into a raging hard-on, and I found it impossible to keep my hands off her, let alone fall back asleep.
Twenty minutes later, we climaxed together with Sam riding me in reverse cowgirl while I gushed inside her for the second time in eight hours. Afterward, at Sam’s insistence, we hit the shower together. We squeezed into the tiny stall where one thing led to another and I took her from behind, again not bothering to pull out. I only hoped her birth control was up to the task.
We dressed and met on deck for a quick breakfast of bagels and orange juice. We sat around a little table on the bow of the ship just off the sun deck, where the morning sun shone brightly and a gentle wind whipped across the bay.
“What time did Brooke leave?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” Sam said. “I was still sleeping.”
“Sleeping naked,” I said.
As the wind whipped her still damp blonde hair, she frowned at me and bit into her bagel . “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“Was Brooke naked?” I asked.
She grinned slyly and sipped her orange juice. “I don’t kiss and tell, but it’s killing you not knowing, isn’t it?”
“Come on,” I said. “Spill the details.”
“You’ll have to leave it up to your imagination. Let’s just say Brooke and I are on extremely good terms.”
“I knew it,” I said, smirking as I lathered my bagel with cream cheese.
Sam grinned again and shook her head. “Baby, you’re making assumptions. Brooke’s a good girl. Cheating is not in her DNA. But we stayed up most of the night talking.”
“About?” I asked.
Sam rolled her eyes. “What do you think?”
“Oh.” I stared at her over my bagel. “What did you guys say about me?”
“Girl talk,” Sam said. “But I think the reason she left so early was to have a heart-to-heart with Logan.”
“Ohhh.” I nodded and bit into my bagel. “That’s good.”
“When she calls you, and she will call you… be there for her,” Sam said. “She’s into you… big time. Don’t fuck it up. And don’t make any stupid jokes. This is a big deal for her.”
“You have that little faith in me? I won your heart, didn’t I?”
“You benefited from a massive, years-long crush bordering on an unhealthy obsession. I have a disorder when it comes to you.”
I shrugged. “A guy needs every advantage he can get.”
Sam leaned across the table and kissed me. “I know, baby. Just don’t go too far away. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Speaking of today, what are your plans?”
“I have two classes later this afternoon and then we have a meeting at the sorority house tonight.”
“What would you say about going with me on a field trip this morning?” I asked. “I can drop you off at the sorority after.”
“My car is here,” she said. “Remember? I drove last night.”
“That’s okay. I’ll drop you off at the sorority, and when your meeting is done, I’ll come pick you up after,” I said. “You can spend the night.”
She sighed. “As much as I would love to, I have a feeling a certain redhead will need you more.”
“You think?”
“Baby, have I been wrong about anything yet?”
“Well… no.” I let out a held breath and ran my fingers through my hair. “Okay. Can you follow me to the university research center? I want to introduce you to Hazel.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, her expression curious. “Is she cute?”
“Very,” I said. “Let’s go.”
Sam followed me to the university research center, where we parked outside Hazel’s office. On the way in, Sam took my hand, and I led her through the maze of hallways and corridors that inevitably ended up in front of Hazel’s tiny office.
I had a hard time tearing my gaze from my twenty-year-old girlfriend’s choice of outfits. Today she wore a pink and white striped tank top with a white lace bra beneath. Her cleavage was on point and her tits bounced merrily with every step. The pink hip-hugging shorts she wore matched her top perfectly and, more importantly, they barely covered her ass before giving way to her long, toned legs. Sammie wore her hair back in a casual ponytail and she hadn’t bothered with any makeup. Her golden eyelashes and natural golden eyebrows proved the carpet matched the drapes. Or they would have if she hadn’t waxed away her carpet.
With her all-natural look, she had never looked more incredible. When we reached Hazel’s door, I leaned over and kissed her plump cherry lips. “You are really incredible.”
Sam grinned up at me and shot me a confused look. “Okay? Why?”
“You check every box. I’m smitten.” I leaned in and kissed her again. “Are you sure I can’t talk you into coming over later tonight? Or better yet, just move in with me.”
Sam blushed. “Are you serious?”
“Very,” I said. “Just think about it. Okay?”
She perched on her tiptoes, kissed me, and smiled sweetly. “Okay.”
I knocked on Hazel’s door and her muffled voice invited us in.
When we entered, we found Hazel coming around her desk wearing her white lab coat, baggy sweatpants, and a frumpy over-sized t-shirt. She had pulled her silky brown hair back into the usual messy ponytail. Like Sam, she wasn’t wearing any makeup. None of that was unusual, and it wasn’t like she needed makeup. As an academic, Hazel spent little time on her appearance but somehow still looked like she belonged on a Paris runway during fashion week.
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