Soon the three began eating. It was a lively meal.
“God,” said Maggie, “I'm sorry I've haven't been around you two lately. This busy season has really kept us hopping. But I have to say, Olivia, you seem a lot like your old self, maybe even better. In fact, both you and Zara seem lighter than air.”
Zara and Olivia looked at each other momentarily. Zara blushed. Olivia smiled.
“Nah,” Olivia dodged, “I guess I've just come back to my senses. Sorry if I made you worry during my little relapse.”
“That's okay. But is it too soon to start talking about 'he who shall not be named?'”
Olivia smiled wryly at this. “No, it's okay. I'm not so unstable anymore when it comes to Roland...”
“Then have you spoken to him? I know how fond you were of him. It must be hard to manage.”
Olivia smirked contently and placed her hand under the table, stroking Zara's thigh, “It's okay. I’m coping beautifully!” Zara blushed.
“Well, that's good to hear. I wish you and Roland had ended it on a better note though. I never liked him, but civility is a virtue.”
“You know what? You’re right. He slipped, for sure, but he’s a nice guy.”
“What are you doing?”
“I'm giving him a call.”
Zara and Maggie watched as Olivia held the phone to her ear. Olivia didn't get through the first time, or the second, or the third. Finally, she put the phone down.
“He's not answering...” She sighed. “Wow... I didn't realize how much I missed him until just now.”
“Hey, it's okay, Honey,” Maggie leaned over and rubbed her arm. “I'm sure you'll find an even better sex partner.”
Olivia blew a strand of hair out of her face, “That's just it. It wasn’t just about the sex. He was really...” She paused. “God, what have I done?” She then placed her face in her palms and shrugged. Maggie, patted her back, rubbed her shoulders and was all around sweet for a change!
Zara watched them and felt a kick in her stomach. She was keenly aware that she had caused all this, and was also aware that Olivia was being too good a friend to blame her for the current state of things. It was her fault! Zara was wrought with guilt. She reflected long and hard. How could she make up for what she’d done? She loved Olivia so damn much.
Chapter 9
Zara opened the door:
“Hey, thanks for coming. To be honest, I’m always a little worried you won’t.”
Olivia smiled and hugged her before entering, “Nah, today's perfect. I brought a few surprise items. I think I'm really starting to like this. It's so weird: I didn't think I'd like being with another woman. But I gotta tell you, it has been a real blast. It's too bad Maggie can't join in on the fun. I wonder what she would do if she walked into the room and saw us eating each other's pussies!” Olivia giggled.
“I'm not sure,” Zara replied with a chuckle, “but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be jumping up and down yelling, “Ooh, me next! Me next!'”
They both laughed out loud at the idea of ‘no nonsense’ Maggie begging and pleading with them to fuck her. Such a thing could only happen if Maggie first got that stick out her ass.
“You're absolutely right. She would never agree to be our third wheel.” They had reached the bed now. They sat with their arms around each other. “Say, Zara, when exactly did you find out that you were... um....”
“Bisexual?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Let's see...” Zara rested her index finger on her jaw, “Do you remember that time I told you some jerky jerk had sex with me but wanted to keep the options open?'”
“Um. Wait. Yeah. At the end of high school. I had to spend the whole day cheering you up.”
“Yes. That's the one. But what I didn't tell you was that the jerk that dumped me was actually my short-lived lesbian girlfriend; my first. I was so heartbroken. But then I came crying to you and said something magical.”
“Really? What was it?”
Zara smiled sheepishly, “You said anybody who didn't cherish me like a diamond castle was an idiot, and that you were lucky to have a friend you could love so much. Or something like that. I know you were just being nice, but since the time you first hugged me, I’ve looked at you with wonder. Is that weird?”
“No, it's not. And I wasn't just being nice. You really are wonderful. In fact, let me show you what I really think of you.”
Olivia leaned over sensually and connected her lips with Zara's. Zara could feel Olivia's tongue swirling in her mouth. She felt the warmth of their mingled saliva, the quickening of their breaths, listened to the sound of suction their mouths produced. Soon they fell onto the bed.
Zara lay on her back and quivered as Olivia showered feathery kisses on her neck, her breasts, moving her head lower and lower. When Olivia reached Zara's waist, she slid Zara's jeans down her legs and off onto the floor. She routed her thong to the side, giving a clean, crisp view of Zara's welcoming pussy. Olivia administered her tongue, devouring Zara's vagina as if it were an oyster, nipping and licking. Zara's body trembled with delight, a vaguely electrifying feeling spreading throughout her body. Olivia simply continued sucking and playing with her clitoris. She then raised her head:
“It's time for the main course.”
With that, Olivia stripped. With both women naked and horny they locked their pelvises together and started scissoring. Fingers fondled clits, plucking and circling. Their pussies moved forward and back, their breasts jiggling fantastically.
“Olivia... I’m so hot! I’m going to explode. You feel so damn good. I'm coming! Oh my God! I'm coming.”
“I'm coming too. Don't slow down; we'll coming together.” Their voices were ragged.
They gyrated faster and faster, sweat streaming down their moist bodies. Their voices rose higher and higher, building up into one great crescendo. Pleasure seized them in its entirety. Soon they were breathless, overcome with pleasurable exhaustion, swept away in cascading bliss.
*
The door bell rang.
“Were you expecting someone? Should I go answer it?”
“Um, yeah, someone was supposed to stop by,” replied Zara. “And no,” she giggled, “you're much too naked to go. I'll throw on a robe and go check. But I'm coming right back for another taste.” She kissed Olivia and then departed for the door.
Olivia lay in the bed with all her bits exposed. It was so liberating to be able to expose herself to someone completely. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this kind of love with Zara. It was wonderful. When she heard footsteps coming toward the bedroom she sat up and spread her legs wide, preparing to tease and invite her friend.
Zara re-entered the room, only she had not come alone. Behind her Olivia could make out a large, broad-shouldered man. Olivia felt a sudden wave of anxiety and apprehension. Could this really be happening? Was he really staring at her?
“Roland!” she squealed, trying to cover up, “What are you doing here!”
Roland appeared just as shocked as she. He stuttered. “M-Me? What are you doing here?” They looked at Zara.
“Finally figured it out, eh? Yes, by some miracle I managed to get both of you here today. It wasn't easy.” Zara began pulling Roland toward the bed. “Look, I know you two still love each other, so can you please just make up? I don't want to be the wedge that keeps you apart. That's why I want to bring you together. I'm so sorry I screwed things up.” Zara was fighting tears.
There was silence.
“Well, Olivia” said Roland, scratching his head “this really isn't how I saw our reunion turning out. Dear God, why do I always fall in love with the crazy ones...”
“What did you just say?” asked Olivia.
Roland flinched, “Ah, no, I didn't mean you were crazy. I meant—”
“No, not that part. You've... fallen in love with me?”
“Well wasn't it obvious? You're all I've been thinking about. I've wanted to hold you like crazy, but you seemed
so adamant about separating. Look, I'm really sorry about what happened. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
The question hung in the air.
“Well,” Olivia crooned, “You can start by hurrying up and taking off your clothes. That would be nice.”
This surprised Roland, “Eh?”
“You heard me. You're in a room with two cock-starved beauties. What do you think should happen? Are you going to stand there or are you gonna—” Before Olivia could finish the sentence, Roland was shucking his clothes off. When he finished, he dove onto the bed. They kissed a deep and meaningful kiss. Suddenly, Olivia turned to Zara. “Hey, where are you going?”
“Well... this is your moment. I don't want to intrude.”
“Zara, you knucklehead. You have to join us. What kind of host would you be if you didn't attend to the needs of your guests?”
Zara perked up, “Really? I can join?” She looked not to Olivia for permission, but to Roland.
Roland nodded in the affirmative, and so Zara climbed onto the bed. It teemed with sexual energy. Soon the hedonism began. Zara and Olivia began pleasuring Roland's penis with their mouths. They were hungry for his cock. At first, they worked as a team, working together to moisten his dick and lick his balls. Olivia tried swallowing his huge cock whole, while Zara mouthed his balls fervidly.
“Whoa, whoa,” cried Roland, “slow down or you'll make me come.”
They heeded his warning. Zara moved behind Olivia, spooning her body in her own. One hand stroked Olivia’s breast, as the other inserted one finger, then two, into her wet vagina. Circling, probing, exploring… she had Olivia panting and writhing. Olivia managed to hold Roland’s cock in her long, expert hands, stroking him up and down, fondling his balls lightly. He lay partially over Olivia’s upper body, kissing Zara passionately, his big strong hands stroking and kneading her fine, fine ass.
Simultaneously, as if choreographed, they moved so that Roland was fucking Olivia from behind, filling her with the familiar warmth and breadth of him. She sighed happily. As Roland moved his hips in wild erotic motion, Olivia tongued Zara’s slit, making her writhe and moan. They somehow felt complete; they had the warmth of their bodies, and had a thick dick in between for them to share. They felt immensely overwhelmed by their stimulating orgy. Everyone's satisfaction was being accounted for.
Their love making went on and on. Roland fucked Zara’s ass while she and Olivia fondled each other’s vaginas. Pulling her finger out, Zara held it to Olivia’s mouth. Seductively, she licked her own juices, relishing the salty muskiness. Moaning and mewling, the two women rubbed and teased each other’s bodies. Olivia’s pussy was throbbing wet; reaching between her legs Zara fingered herself as Olivia made love to her whole body, Roland now with his penis in Olivia’s anus. Later, Zara found the whipped cream canister and applied it to Roland's dick. She and Olivia hurriedly sucked the filling off Roland's penis, at times gagging and choking on his largeness. They did so with pleasure. After many orgasms on their parts, they were trying to get him to climax. Suddenly, he cried out, “I’m coming”. Both women opened their mouths, and Roland blasted a strong burst of hot sticky semen all over their faces and into their mouths. It was an amazing finish.
Roland dropped onto the bed, tired and huffing, his needs fulfilled. Soon, he got up and looked at the two women who were licking the cum off each other's faces:
“Olivia,” he said, “we have a very... weird relationship.” He listened to her laugh.
“Would you prefer that things changed?”
He grinned, “I wouldn't change it for the world. I just want to make sure I say this so there's no doubt—I love you. I really, really do.”
Olivia placed her hand on her chest and gulped, unsure of why she was brimming with so much emotion. “I love you both . . . my dear, dear friend. And you, Roland. You really are princely.”
Zara and Olivia looked at each other. There was nothing but love in their eyes. They knew without a doubt that all three of them had won. And so they embraced each other, again... and again... and again.”
THE END
Tropical Temptation
Chapter 1
Rain pounded against the windows. The atmosphere inside was equally dreary. Sally stifled a yawn, and a giggle. Looking around the table filled with co-workers she couldn’t help noticing twenty faces, turned toward the head of the table, each one with a glazed-over look. Suddenly, hearing her name jolted her to attention.
“Sally?”
Sally straightened in her chair, looking up at her boss, who sat at the head of the table peering over his wire-rimmed glasses “Um, Yes, Mr. Maxwell?”
“I need your full attention.” Mr. Maxwell used his pointer to hit the chart. “We need you to head our operation for Fierce Fashions in Jamaica.”
“Jamaica?” repeated Sally. And so it all began.
*
“Sally Collins! I can't believe you're leaving me here!”
Sally laughed as she fell onto her sofa, the phone dangling by her ear, “Jade, this is a great opportunity. And besides, it's business. I couldn't turn down a bonus to my salary. Got to get that milk and honey.”
“That's fine and all. But why are you the only one that gets to bathe in the tropical heat. I’m working my ass off too, you know!”
Sally could hear her friend pouting playfully, and she smiled. “Seriously, though, I could use some unwinding in Jamaica. My shoulders are tense and stiff all the time! I really think I need to de-stress.”
“Well,” teased Jade, with a devilish sly tone, “maybe one of the locals can...loosen you up,' eh?”
“I see someone's in a loose mood. I'll have to call you back when you've regained your sobriety.” The two women giggled.
“Okay, bye, Hon. Have fun in sun. I’ll miss you terribly!”
*
*
Two weeks later, armed with her designs in a brief-case and a bag filled with summer clothing, Sally boarded her Caribbean Airlines flight. It was a long one, all the way from London. And when the plane touched down she was rarin’ to go. Outside, the air was like a balm to her skin; warm and sultry. So different than at home. While she rode the cab to the hotel her company had provided, Sally’s eyes were glued to the window. She was awed by the turquoise water, and golden sand bordering the highway, along with high-rise hotels and restaurants. She marvelled at the markets, the restaurants; the streets teeming with life. Everything here seemed to happen out-doors!
When she arrived at her new home, she inhaled with a sigh. The apartment building, a modern, Spanish-style four-story, was surrounded by palm trees. It was covered in bougainvillea; bright pinks, purples and reds. The apartment itself overlooked the beach. Sally traipsed out onto the gallery as a radiant burst of evening sunlight covered her in its glow. She looked up at the clouds lazily passing overhead, seeming to wave at her. The air was almost still, with but a light caress from the gentle breeze. Sally continued staring at the blue sky, and a smile slowly formed on her lips. She could definitely get used to this. Suddenly her phone rang.
“Hello? Sally Collins speaking.”
“Good day, Miss Collins. This is Brent Cobbs, general manager of the Kingston branch of Fierce Fashions and your co-worker. I trust you are enjoying your stay on the island.”
“Very much,” replied Sally, though she had yet to do any exploring. “I look forward to working with you.”
“Same here. I've arranged for a taxi to pick you up and bring you directly to headquarters tomorrow morning. I hope you'll bring that talent I've heard so much about.”
“I will, sir. Goodbye.” And they hung up.
With that, Sally threw herself onto the bed spread-eagled, closed her eyes and sank into a deep, relaxed sleep. Tomorrow would be the start of her new adventure.
*
Sally arrived at the office building at eight thirty. She made her way to the second floor, and found that she was the first to arrive. Well, not quite. She noticed a t
all figure standing by the water cooler, downing the cold liquid.
Sally couldn’t help staring. He was about 6'2'' with broad, muscular shoulders. His muscles flexed as he drank water from a recyclable paper cup. Sally stood there staring at him. His complexion, like many she had seen, looked like a chocolate fudge brownie fresh out the oven. Sally licked her lips.
Having finished his drink, the man finally noticed her and walked over.
“Hi. You must be new here. I'm Mike Coolidge.” His smile was gracious, cool, and friendly. He had the warmest brown eyes, the skin crinkling slightly around them when he smiled.
“Y-Yes, I'm Sally Collins.” She had no idea why she was stuttering.
“Well it's nice to meet you, Sally.” Mike looked at his watch. “I'm sorry, but I have to run to the storage room. I'm glad to have met you. Welcome to the team!” Sally watched his tight buttocks roll as he walked away, down the hall. As she tilted her head and sighed, Sally heard someone approach her.
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