“What are you going to do?” Summer asked Nick.
Yes! Nick thought. I was right all along. She is a lesbian!
“Punish her, of course,” he said. “It’s what she deserves.”
Summer looked as though she was in a daze, but there was no mistaking the growing lust in her eyes. The take-charge tough girl seemed to have disappeared however, so it was up to Nick to initiate proceedings. Summer was still dressed in Lucy’s bath robe, and presumably not much else. As Nick pulled the belt and her robe fell open, Summer jumped back and held the material together.
“I don’t think it’s fair that you should be the only one clothed, do you?” Nick asked cautiously.
Summer looked at him and her tongue slid along her lower lip.
“I have seen your body before, after all,” Nick grinned. The tension was subsiding now as it became clear to Nick that Summer’s desire for Lucy was outweighing any other misgivings she might have. Summer took a deep breath and slipped out of the robe. She was naked underneath, and her body, cleaned of the paint, was lean and toned. Her small pert tits were punctuated with little pink nipples, and below her drum-tight belly, her meaty labia poked out like a tiny vertical mouth. Nick’s cock shot bolt upright, and Lucy made a faint mewling noise.
Nick went over to Lucy’s desk and retrieved the tawse. He slapped it in his hands and said thickly, “Why don’t you kneel down, Summer?”
He was on auto-pilot now, not manipulating, just nudging events along naturally. To his jubilation, Summer brushed her blonde hair back and sank obediently to her knees. Then, without further prompting, she placed her hands on Lucy’s hips and kissed her navel. She poked out her tongue and slowly traced a line down to Lucy’s vagina and when she made contact with her slit, Lucy’s body jerked.
Now it was Nick’s turn to stare as Summer worked her tongue between Lucy’s outer labia, gently probing and lapping. Lucy began to snort heavily through her nostrils, and the shape of her panting mouth became visible through the tape. Summer continued to kiss, lick and suck, and Lucy screwed her eyes shut and lifted up onto her toes.
Nick tore his eyes away from the lascivious scene and went around behind Lucy. He gave himself a moment to drink in the sight of her stretched buttocks and then brought the tawse down across them. There was a loud crack as the three leather prongs wrapped around her ass cheeks. Lucy tensed and shrieked into her gag and Summer pulled her face away in surprise. Nick leaned around Lucy and looked down at Summer. Her nose and chin were covered with Lucy’s pussy juice.
“Keep going,” Nick said. “I want her to come.”
Summer glanced up at him with unfocused eyes and then eagerly resumed her carnal task. Lucy threw her head back and clenched her fists and Nick took up position and placed a backhand across her ass. Lucy jiggled forward, but this time Summer didn’t pull away. With each stinging blow that followed, Lucy was forced to shift her hips forward, grinding her pubes into Summer’s face. Her ass cheeks were crisscrossed with red welts, and the muscles rippled in her back as she writhed against the pain.
Finally, Lucy let out a gargled groan and her legs quivered and Summer sat back with a gasp. Nick dropped the tawse and came around to the front. Summer was still on her knees, her face a wet mask of vaginal fluid. Lucy’s pussy was pink and swollen and both girls were panting heavily.
Then, to Nick’s total surprise, Summer reached out and took hold of his cock. She gave it a few inquisitive tugs, watched the glans swell, and then led him towards Lucy. With her other hand, Summer parted Lucy’s labia again and guided him into her. Then she straightened up and came around behind Nick and wrapped her arms around him. Nick felt her bullet-like nipples press into his back as she leaned into him, and his prick slipped easily up and into Lucy’s wet pussy. Lucy raised her legs up off the floor and Summer caught her under her thighs and they began to swing together, the three of them, Nick supporting Lucy’s weight with his hands under her ass cheeks, Summer breathing hot air into the side of his face.
As he rode Lucy, Nick could feel four breasts, and two pussies enveloping his body. He squeezed and clenched Lucy’s buttocks, while behind him; Summer was grinding her vulva against his ass. Lucy was making impatient ululations as she neared her second climax and all three of them were sweating profusely now, a swinging human sandwich, slapping and squelching together.
With a powerful shudder, Nick came, sending a geyser of semen deep inside Lucy’s body. His knees shook, and behind him Summer sank her teeth into his shoulder while Lucy’s body trembled and she stretched out her legs. For an endless moment, they stayed locked together and then Summer let Lucy’s legs down and slumped to the floor. Nick slipped out of Lucy and she looked silently at him, her dark eyes, misty and disoriented.
Summer was lying on her back on the floor, her legs open, eyes closed. Nick, still not exactly sure of what had just transpired, unwrapped the masking tape from Lucy’s face. Her breath came in deep gulps and Nick brushed her wet hair from her face.
“Are you okay?” he asked uncertainly.
Eventually, she composed herself and a naughty grin formed on her lips. “Get me down, you filthy son-of-a-bitch,” she said. “I need a fucking drink.”
Chapter Eighteen
They left early on Saturday, Nick filling up the Mustang and then heading for the campus. Sitting beside him, Lucy was dressed in a sheer flowered wraparound over a black bikini, sunglasses perched on top of her head. It was a glorious summer morning and just perfect for the beach. Nick headed into the city, followed the ramp to Huntingdon Avenue, and found Summer, as arranged, waiting outside the Museum of Fine Arts. She was wearing a baggy yellow tank top, denim cut-offs, and had a polka-dot scarf tied around her head. Nick discreetly observed her smooth legs and felt a warm glow in his belly as he recalled how she had taken his cock in her hand only two days earlier. They hadn’t seen each other since, and he wondered if she was now regretting what had happened. He had the convertible’s top down, and Summer jumped nimbly over the side into the back.
“Hey guys!” she said brightly, placing her tote beside the ice cooler in the next seat.
Nick glanced at her in the rear view mirror as he pulled away. She didn’t look unduly concerned, which was a relief.
Lucy, who had been lost in her iPod, swiveled in her seat and handed Summer her ear buds. “Check this out,” she smiled.
Nick grinned too, and took Route 3 south, and an hour later they were in the tail-back at the Sagamore Bridge which would take them onto Cape Cod. Both girls were asleep now and again, Nick’s mind drifted back to that steamy session in his basement and he marveled at his good fortune. Despite Lucy’s often exasperating craziness, right now he considered himself the luckiest man alive.
When they reached Barnstable, Nick’s cell flashed on the dash.
“Hey buddy, where are you?” Sid said.
“About ten minutes away,” Nick replied.
“Did Summer make it?”
“Yeah. Got two sleeping beauties in the car right now.”
“Okay. When you get to the coastal road, keep going past the public beach and watch out for my car.”
“Got it. See you soon.”
Nick cut through a couple of quaint villages and then turned onto Craigville Beach Road. To his right was the wide beach and beyond, the flat expanse of Nantucket Sound. A balmy sea breeze wafted in, and the turquoise ocean was flecked with whitecaps.
As per Sid’s instructions, Nick cruised past the already crowded beach and slowly followed the coastline. Eventually he recognized Sid’s Dodge Ram parked next to a Honda Civic and a brand new Lexus SUV in a small parking lot on the right. He parked alongside, and turned off the engine. Lucy yawned and pushed her sunglasses back on top of her head.
“We’re here ladies,” Nick announced.
He got out, stretched his legs, and looked around. Behind them, on a sloping lawn on the other side of the road, a gabled cottage faced the ocean. Nick picked up the cooler and they foll
owed a path through some grassy sand dunes which opened out onto a secluded sandy cove. A wooden sign proclaimed, ‘Private Beach - Residents Only’.
“Are we allowed to be here?” Summer asked.
“That cottage belongs to Rob and Andy’s parents,” Nick informed her.
They walked across the soft sand to where the others had set up some chairs and umbrellas. It was the same crowd as before - Rob and Tanya, now a couple, sitting together on towels, Sid and Andy beside them in lawn chairs and drinking their first beers of the day, and next to them, Jason and his guest, a striking brunette in a lime green bikini.
An iPod, attached to two Bose mini-speakers, was playing an Adele Adkins number and everyone looked relaxed and chilled out.
“Beautiful day,” Nick said by way of a greeting, and placed his cooler with the others. They said their hellos, and Jason introduced the new girl as Kylie, a colleague from work. Lucy and Summer pulled towels from their tote bags and laid them together next to Rob and Tanya. It wasn’t lost on Nick that they were keeping as much distance as possible between themselves and Jason.
“How was the drive?” Sid asked.
“Smooth until we hit the bridge,” Nick said. “There were like, ten thousand cars trying to get across.”
“That’s why we left early.”
Nick grabbed a Schlitz from a cooler and sat on the sand while his two sexual accomplices got undressed. Lucy untied her wraparound and let it fall and Nick observed that all of the guys were furtively watching her. Nick swigged his beer and suppressed a grin of satisfaction. It was no wonder. With her tiny black two-piece hugging the contours of her white body and her long dark hair fluttering in the breeze, she looked ravishing. With a surge of pride, Nick knew she was still the one they all lusted after. Sure, Jason’s date was a babe with a big set of boobs, Summer was lean and toned, and Tanya, cute and pleasantly curved - but Lucy had something else, an intangible quality which set her apart from the rest. Whether she was aware of the effect she was having or not, Nick could only guess.
Summer handed Lucy a tube of sunscreen and said, “Would you do my back?”
As Lucy squirted the cream onto her hand, Jason said, “If you need any help, I’d be happy to oblige.”
If it was intended as a joke, it didn’t raise a laugh. Nick glanced over at Kylie who was studying the horizon.
Summer knelt on the towel and Lucy began rubbing her muscled back. She closed her eyes as Lucy worked her shoulders and neck. “Oh yeah. That’s great.”
“Steady on, girls,” Rob quipped. “There are men present.”
Despite the sensual technique of her massage, Lucy was in fact, projecting an air of girlish naivety, as if she and Summer were just close sisters. Only Nick knew better. After the passionate pussy-licking that Summer had given Lucy in his basement, he fleetingly wondered if he now had competition from a different direction. Then again, he thought. I was the one who instigated Summer’s participation in the first place!
Seemingly oblivious to the sexual undertone she had created, Lucy asked, “Where are you from, Kylie?”
“I grew up in Lenox,” Kylie said, lighting up a cigarette. “But I’ve been living in Back Bay this past year.”
“Wow,” Summer said. “Expensive neighborhood. You must be making serious money.”
“Well, I get a little help from my folks.”
“Daddy’s got millions,” Jason interjected. “That’s Kylie’s Lexus back there.”
“So how long have you guys been dating?” Lucy asked.
Nick wasn’t sure if she was goading Jason, but when he glanced at her, she was busy pressing her fingers into the small of Summer’s back and she hadn’t looked up.
“Oh,” Kylie turned slightly pink. “We’re not really dating. Just been out together a couple of times.”
Jason was quiet for a change, his eyes tracking the progress of a distant yacht. Looking at them, it occurred to Nick that Jason and Kylie would actually make the perfect all-American couple - intelligent, good-looking, upwardly mobile - and yet, it seemed that Jason had this underlying hunger that suggested nobody would ever be quite good enough for him. Nick suddenly felt sorry for Kylie.
“So we’ve got four girls and five boys,” Lucy said.
“Three couples and three singles,” Sid added.
“And plenty of beer and the whole day and night ahead of us,” Rob said, standing. “Time to get the kettle lit. I didn’t eat breakfast and I’m starved.”
Andy helped his brother pile the briquettes onto the grill and set them alight, then they broke out more beers while they waited.
Lucy had finished coating Summer and now she said, “Nick, will you do me?”
“Front or back?” Nick asked, accepting the plastic tube.
“Both,” Lucy grinned, and lay on her stomach. Nick squeezed a line of white cream down Lucy’s spine and inspected her pale, sensitive skin.
“You’re gonna burn, baby, if you’re not careful,” he said.
“I’ll go sit on Sid’s lap if it gets too hot,” she said into her forearm.
Andy and Rob shared cooking duties, while the rest of them drank, chatted and inhaled the fragrance of their forthcoming steaks and burgers.
A young couple came out of the dunes, paused and looked in their direction, and then headed towards the far end of the beach.
“Bet they came here to make out,” said Sid.
“We’ll go take a peek later,” Rob suggested.
In spite of the flawless sky, a steady sea breeze kept the temperature comfortable. Visibility was excellent and they could see all the way across to Martha’s Vineyard.
“What is that over on the left?” asked Tanya.
“Hyannis Port,” Andy said.
“The Kennedy’s used to summer there,” Kylie informed them.
“I think everybody already knew that, honey,” Jason sighed from behind his Ray-Bans. It went quiet and Nick wondered how long Kylie was going to put up with Jason’s condescending attitude. He hadn’t looked happy since they’d arrived, and he guessed it had something to do with Lucy.
“Do they have sharks here?” Tanya asked, changing the subject.
“Duh, yeah. It’s the Atlantic Ocean,” Jason said.
“They closed down Chatham Beach last year because they spotted a great white,” Rob said.
“Have they seen any here?” Tanya asked.
“The Coast Guard found a dead one on the beach once,” Rob said, flipping a steak over.
“That’s it then,” said Tanya. “No swimming for me.”
“Don’t be a fraidy-cat,” Rob said, squeezing her thigh. “No-one’s ever been attacked here.”
“There’s always a first time.”
“Well, they can’t be any more dangerous than the sharks here on the beach,” Summer said, throwing a glance in Jason’s direction. She stood and wiped sand off her thighs. “Who’s coming?”
“Food’s up in twenty minutes,” Andy said.
“I need to cool off. Lucy?”
The boys and Tanya decided they’d rather eat first, so they watched as Summer, Lucy and Kylie walk together down to the breaking surf.
“Now, that is a sight to behold,” Jason said.
Sid looked at him. “I hope that’s Kylie’s ass you’re looking at,” he said.
Chapter Nineteen
The setting sun threw amber streaks across the sand, and the overhead sky turned a deeper blue. An evening chorus of birdsong combined with the hiss of the gently breaking waves to throw a blanket of tranquility over the beach.
They had eaten grilled steaks with salad, washed it down with beer, and then swam and slept the afternoon away. Lucy had cuddled up to Nick, draping an arm over his stomach, a leg over his thigh. Nick drifted in and out of sleep, feeling her breasts against him as she breathed deeply, while he inhaled the tangy sea air. He hadn’t felt as good and healthy as this in a long while.
As the sky darkened, Andy collected driftwood and made a f
ire, and then Rob produced a bottle of El Tesoro Platinum tequila.
“One shot each, as a toast,” he said.
Summer groaned. She had avoided the beer all afternoon.
“Come on,” Rob coaxed. “It goes down nice and smooth.”
They sat in a circle around the fire and Rob passed around the glasses with wedges of lime. “To our expanded circle of friends. Without you beautiful ladies, it wouldn’t be half as much fun.”
They drank, broke out the remains of the beer, and toasted marshmallows. Darkness had descended now, and the moonlight danced on the waves that sighed against the shore.
Kylie opened a bottle of Chablis and they drank it in comparative silence, savoring the serenity of the moment. For some reason, it seemed to Nick, like the lull before the storm.
“Are we going to sleep here?” asked Kylie.
“The cottage is open,” Rob said. “You can use one of the guest rooms if you like. But it’ll be plenty warm enough on the beach.”
“We brought blankets,” Andy added.
“It’s too early for bed,” Jason said to Kylie. “You slept most of the afternoon. The night is still young.”
“I know, but the alcohol is making me a bit woozy.”
“We need to do something then,” Summer said.
Nobody had any suggestions and Nick regarded their illuminated faces one by one. Rob had called them his friends, but Nick felt as if he hardly knew any of them. Opposite him, sat Kylie, still in her green bikini, a towel draped loosely over her shoulders, shadows flickering across her generous breasts. Beside her, Jason, tanned and muscled in his Speedos, silent and distracted. On Nick’s right, Tanya and Rob, both in t-shirts and shorts, seemingly inseparable nowadays. Next to Nick was Sid - the voice of reason - and then sandwiched between Kylie and Summer, was Andy, sipping his wine and staring into the flames. And lastly, to his left, there was Lucy, the wild card, and Nick’s passion and torment.
Three couples and three singles. Will it still be the same in the morning?
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