by Terra Kelly
“Should I be jealous?” Gabby stopped walking and turned to face me.
“What? No.” I stepped closer and placed my palm on her cheek. “It’s my sister’s place.” I was pointing at a two-story white house with dark green shutters. There was a wraparound porch and a swing on the one side. “But–”
“There’s always a but in these conversations.” She laughed and lightly kicked some sand with her big toe.
“I didn’t tell her we would be here tonight.”
“Leslie Irving.” Her voice was so sexy and stern.
“You know what?” I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her body closer. “I love when you say my name.”
“And yet, you’re not a fan of it.”
“It’s really about the woman who says my name.”
“Oh yeah,” she circled her arms around my neck. “What’s so great about her?”
“She’s awesome on the paddle board.”
“Oh my shit,” she stepped back and swatted at my am.
“Okay, okay,” I grabbed her hand and tugged her back. “She has this red brimmed hat and I have this vision of her not wearing anything else but the hat.”
Gabby gasped. “Seriously?”
“Maybe,” I smiled and we headed over to the blanket. I had set everything up earlier and left a note to not touch anything. “Did you by any chance bring the said hat?”
“I wish.” She plopped down on the blanket and fanned her dress around her legs. “Not that I would feel comfortable fulfilling that visual out here for the world to see.”
“What about when it’s dark?”
“I may consider it.” She lifted her head up and winked.
Fuck. I had the urge to rip her clothes off at that moment. She did have a naughty side. I knew it. “I’ll go grab the hat.” I pretended to attempt to stand and leave.
“No,” she said quickly and reached for my hand to pull me down. I stumbled and fell onto my back. Since she still had a hold of my hand, I pulled her body on top of me. “Les.”
“Yes?”
“Is it really okay to be out here?”
“Are you really worried about who is going to see you?” I lightly squeezed her ass cheeks.
“Well, aren’t you?” She giggled.
“No. All I can think about right now is your gorgeous body below me as I push my cock in and out of your pretty little cunt.” She went silent and I worried I was too honest. “Should I have kept that to myself?” Gabby dropped her forehead to my chest and I could feel her body shake. I quickly sat up and brought her body up with me. “Shit, talk to me.”
She finally lifted her head and I could see her laughing. There were tears running down her face. “Hold on,” she said in between fits of giggles.
I fell back onto the blanket and took a few deep breaths. “Fuck, I thought you were pissed.”
She was now sitting up and straddling me. “Leslie, can I be honest finally?”
“Please.” I leaned up onto my elbows. “You have me curious.”
“I haven’t been myself.”
“How so?”
“I’m not normally uncomfortable or nervous.”
“Is that my fault?”
She waved her hands around over my face and chest. “Well if it wasn’t for this.” I loved how she rolled her eyes and dropped her head back while still in fits of giggles. “Plus, falling off a paddle board and being rescued by a sexy lifeguard is not great for the ego.”
I slid my hands under the hem of her dress and slowly moved them up her thighs. “It’s not like you meant to fall.” My hands stopped when I reached the fabric of her swimsuit. “Unless you did?”
Gabby gasped. “No, I most certainly did not mean to fall.” She shook her head and dropped her body down so we were only inches apart. “Maybe.”
I rolled over so she was below me. “I like this Gabby more.”
“What was wrong with insecure Gabs?”
“I wasn’t for sure if I could take advantage of that personality.”
“Who says you can take advantage of this version?” I noticed the edges of her lips were moving up. She was working hard not to smile. “I’m a delicate flower you know.”
“I’m finding that hard to believe. What was Ally laughing at when I picked you up?” She quickly covered her mouth and shook her head back and forth. “Was it about me?”
“No.” She dropped her hand. “It was about–”
“You’re going to leave me hanging?” I teased. She tried to move off my body but I held her in place. “Just say one of the words.”
“Only one?”
“Just one.”
“Vibrator.”
Well, I didn’t see that coming. I was really starting to like this side of Gabby. “As in for you or for some machine.”
“Me, silly.” She grabbed my hands and laced our fingers together. “Sometimes you just need a little help.”
“Hey, I get it.” Our hands were still clasped, so I tugged her back down. “Now you have the real thing though.”
“I do?” She played dumb and flashed a smile. I pushed my cock against her belly. “Oh”–she inhaled sharply–“but it’s still daylight out.”
The area of the beach where we were laying was usually pretty quiet. Most people avoided this spot because it was far away from lifeguard stations and during high tide it could get dangerous. I knew we were okay tonight but I was also familiar with the tide chart. “No one is watching us, Gabby.” I reached back and slid my hands under the waist band of her bikini bottom. “We could stay fully dressed.”
“There’s one caveat.”
“Only one?”
“I don’t know how to be quiet when I come.”
Oh this was the Gabby I would have daydreams about. “I want to know how loud.” She laughed and actually reached down in between us to unbutton and unzip my jeans. “There’s a condom in my back pocket.”
“So you planned to get some tonight?”
“No, it’s there for good luck.”
“That’s what all the men say. I call your bullshit.” She reached back and pulled the condom out. “I can’t believe I’m doing this while it’s still daylight.”
“This could be another thing you could mark off your bucket list.”
“That’s true.” She dropped her elbows down to either side of my head. “I am wearing a bikini, too, so I’m not really exposed. Technically.”
“That’s true. So you should get rid of this extra fabric in between us.” I lifted the bottom of the dress up a few inches.
“I could.” She lightly kissed my lips. “But should I?”
“Gabs… Can I call you that?”
“Only if I can call you, Leslie?”
I didn’t feel annoyed when she said my name. I always felt annoyed. “You can say it a thousand times a day if you want.”
“Promise?”
“Maybe.” I winked and moved my hand in between our bodies. My thumb carefully pushed forward and found her clit. “Baby, if you take your dress off and fuck me right here on the beach, you can call me anything you want.”
Eleven
Gabby
What was I doing? Wait, I was finally relaxing. Hell, that’s what this trip was all about, right? Get away from the small cubicle I had to work in day in and day out. Plus, I had missed the opposite sex and letting my body feel this way. The vibrator was nice, but Leslie was right, the real thing was so much better.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this.” Then I reached down and fisted my hands around the hem of my dress to lift it up over my head. I stopped when the fabric was about halfway off. “Wait, is this the only reason you brought me here?” The thought should have popped in my mind sooner.
“No.” He reached his hand over and grabbed the wicker basket that sat on the edge of the blanket. “Open it.”
I dropped the dress back down and unhooked the lid to lift it up. Inside were several containers filled with food. “Did you make
all this?”
“Maybe.” He winked.
“Another side to Leslie Irving.” I grabbed the one container with a clear lid that had green grapes filled to the top. “A man cooking is damn sexy.”
“Are you saying I need to cook for you now?” He reached into the container and grabbed a grape.
“Maybe.” I bent down and brushed my lips across his. “Ally may wonder why she joined me on this getaway.”
“You can invite her over, too.”
I popped a grape in my mouth and shook my head. “That can’t happen.”
“Why’s that?” he said and traced his finger over my breast causing my body to ignite.
“Because now I have a visual I can’t get out of my mind.” I pushed my chest forward silently begging for more of his touch.
“Oh, does this involve minimal clothing?”
I bent down and brushed my nose back and forth over his. “Very minimal.”
“Will you be in the red hat?”
“If you’re wearing only an apron?” I tried to say it with a straight face but failed.
He burst out laughing and grabbed the container of grapes from my hand. “I need to make sure I have an apron.” Then he sat the container back in the picnic basket and pushed it away. “Now, weren’t you doing something before you got distracted by food?”
The sun had started to set and so the minimal light was making me feel a little more comfortable. “What was I doing?” I tried to act like I was thinking hard about something. He started to tickle me and I struggled to stay serious. “Okay, okay.” I pushed his hands away. “Was I doing this?” Then I reached back down and grabbed the edge of my dress to pull it up over my head.
I threw the fabric to the side and glanced down. Leslie’s hands were roaming all over my bare skin. This really would be something I had to mark off the bucket list. Sex on the beach and I wasn’t talking about a cocktail. Better yet, sex with a lifeguard on the beach.
Nova would be so proud of me right now.
“You’re thinking.” He rubbed his index finger over my temple. “Should I be worried that you changed your mind?” Without a word, I reached back and pulled the string tied around my neck. The bikini top fell forward. “Or not.” He reached up and cupped his hands around each breast. “I didn’t bring you out here for this, Gabby.”
“Should I believe you?” I placed my hands over his, I loved how he was making me feel.
“I planned to have dinner and get to know you a little more. Then I wanted to enjoy paddle boarding under the stars.” He sat up and reached down to remove his T-shirt. “Then you let me kiss you in the parking lot.”
“And all bets were off after that, eh?
“Something like that,” he said and pulled the string on one side of my bikini bottom. “We can still do all those things if you want.”
“Let’s see where the night takes us.” I pulled the other string and leaned up to remove my bikini bottom. “I’m enjoying this so far.”
I had never had an instant attraction to anyone. Of course I was attracted to men quickly, but nothing like this. The desire to have sex after only knowing Leslie for a day was new for me. People were supposed to take the time to get to know each other and then do the nasty. It felt so wrong, but at the same time it felt so right
I started to list all the things I knew about him in my mind, it was like a virtual checklist.
“Gabby.” He looped his finger around a strand of my hair and tugged lightly.
On my virtual checklist I could see likes to cook, rescues people, works out, has a great laugh.
“Gabs,” he said my name a second time but there was concern in his voice.
I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh before responding. “Leslie. What’s your middle name?”
“James.”
“Oh, I love that. Leslie James Irving.”
His touch was feather light as his fingers moved down my arms and over every inch of my body. “It was my dad’s name.”
“It was. As in he’s not with you anymore?”
“He passed away ten years ago.”
I could see the sadness in his eyes. My virtual check list added family man. “I’m so sorry.” I grabbed his hand and brought it close to my lips. “I’m sorry I asked the question.”
He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged my body closer to him. “It’s okay, Gabby.” I let my body fall onto his chest. “What else do you want to know?”
I kissed him lightly and rested my arms on his chest. “Favorite color?”
“Red.”
“Because of my hat?”
“Maybe.” He was combing his fingers though my hair.
I was laying naked on top of a handsome lifeguard at dusk on the beach. Life was pretty fucking perfect. I could feel his dick stir on my belly but I wasn’t ready to move just yet. “Favorite meal to cook?”
He inhaled and let it out slowly as he slid his hands down over my back and rested them on my ass. “That’s tough. Depends on my mood.”
“Top two favorite meals.”
“Any kind of soup. Does that count as one option.”
“Hmmm…I guess.” I smiled and started to move my finger around his chest in a heart shape pattern.
“The second favorite would be homemade bread.”
I lifted my head up. “What? You can make homemade bread.”
“Did I just lose my man card for that answer?”
“No. I think you deserve extra man card points.”
“Is there such thing as bonus man card points?”
“If it doesn’t exist, we need to invent it.”
He wrapped his arms tightly around my body and rolled us together to the side. “Gabby.”
I threw my leg up over his hip. “Yeah?”
“If we’re moving too fast we can stop.”
“No.” I sat up and found myself in an awkward position as I tried to pull his jeans the rest of the way off. In my mind it seemed easy. The moment I attempted the task I found myself nose to nose with his cock. “Okay, that’s not what I was trying to do.” I started to laugh and then ended up in fits of giggles.
“I wasn’t complaining.” He was laughing, thankfully.
His words caused me to go serious. Something shifted. I knew this was sudden but I also knew it was exactly where I was supposed to be. Our chance meeting happened for a reason. We were laying on our sides. My face was still lined up perfectly with his now ever-growing erection. “I’m not either,” I whispered.
“Gabby,” he hissed. Instead of letting myself overthink for the millionth time, I reached my hand forward and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He inhaled sharply when I made contact with him. “Fuck,” he said and pushed his hips toward my hand.
“Leslie, what have you done to me?” I felt so aggressive and needy. My ass was bare for the world to see and yet I didn’t care. Instead, I was ready to wrap my lips around his cock and give, whoever wanted to watch, the best show. He was seriously messing with my mind. I glanced up at him. “I need a taste.”
“You can take whatever you want, baby.”
Twelve
Leslie
“Fuck,” I groaned as Gabby worked my cock with her tongue. Then she wrapped her lips tightly around the tip and sucked. The moment she did that movement I was screwed. It took every ounce of strength left in my body to not fucking come all over her face.
“Let go for me, Leslie.” She was brushing her tongue up and down.
“Gabby.”
“Leslie, let go.” Then she did that sucking movement again and I lost all my willpower. “Fuck,” I yelled and placed my hands on her head to keep her in place. She didn’t fight me. “Gabby,” I said as my release ended. “Shit.” I finally let go of her head and let my back fall onto the blanket with my arms out to the side.
“So that was okay?” She giggled and crawled up my legs. As she inched up my body, she peppered light kisses on my skin. This woman. Holy hell, how did I get so
lucky?
“Let me think about that for a moment,” I teased and placed my hands under her arms to pull her closer. “Okay doesn’t define it. Let me show you how I feel.” She was moving her hips up and down. Then her hand was slowly moving toward her core. “No, that’s my job.” I could tell by her body movements she was on the verge of a release.
“Please,” she purred and closed her eyes.
I loved how she begged. That would be something we would need to explore further. Watching her beg for more. For now, I needed to take care of something. “How much do you need this, Gabby?” I moved my fingers back and forth in the soft curls around the juncture between her thighs. Then I let my finger fall lower and circle around her swollen clit. “This much?”
“More,” she moaned and pushed against my hand
I bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh causing her to jump. “That much?”
“Fuck, so much more, Leslie.”
Yup, listening to her beg was a new favorite for me. She had this sweet little whine that made me almost come. Finally, I pushed her legs apart and dragged my fingers over her pussy. “You are so beautiful.” I dropped my head and finally took the first taste. “Fuck, and you taste so delicious, too.” I loved how Gabby didn’t say anything. She just continued to move against my mouth and silently beg for more with her movements.
I wasn’t able to devour her for very long when she started to increase her pace. To help move her orgasm along, I pushed two fingers inside to match her movements. She yelled at the top of her lungs and her ass shot in the air. I had to move away, but not for long. When her body fell back toward the earth I dragged my tongue up and down determined to enjoy every ounce of that delicious orgasm.
She lightly laughed and fisted her hands in my hair. “You’re evil.”
“No, this is evil,” I said and sucked on her clit. She yelled again and actually sat up.
“Les, holy fuck” She ran her hands through her hair and fell back onto the blanket. “Do it again. I’m ready this time.”
My dick stirred at her words. I loved this naughty side to Gabby. “Later.” I planned to devour her pussy a few more times and make her scream my name. “First,” I said and reached for the condom in the back pocket of my jeans. “We need to do something else.”
