Island Cultural Center

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  Lisa said, “How?”

  Charlotte said, “He leaned into my ear and told me that later he’s going to strip me naked at the south end of the beach, right down that way, I imagine, and that he has some ritual or something that he’s going to do to me. I felt like I was going to faint.”

  Brenda said, “Why? Are you scared?”

  Charlotte said, “No. Well, maybe. I’ve just never been treated like that before. He didn’t ask me. I had no say in the matter. He is going to tell me to take my clothes off, on a public beach, and I’m going to do it. Then he’s going to…I don’t know, beckon me, and I’m going to walk naked into the ocean. Because he told me to. Because I can’t help it. Because it’s good for me and he knows it and there’s nothing I can do about it because anything else would be self-destructive. And I f-”

  Brenda exclaimed, “Stop right there. I don’t know what you were about to say, but if it was a four-letter word starting with ‘F’, that’s only for sex, not cursing! He may pull your suit to the side and fuck your tender pussy with his big cock in ways that you never found more loving and pure, but that is the only way that we use those words. If you are going to say anything like that, it had better be something like, ‘Oh please fuck me, Ronny.’ OK?”

  Charlotte said, “Oh, OK. Um, that makes sense. Wow. OK. Brenda, thank you for explaining that. Um, I might make a mistake until I get used to it.”

  Brenda said, “It won’t take long. If you use it incorrectly, Ronny will show you the right way, right then and there. Or at least as soon as he can.”

  Lisa laughed and said, “Won’t that make her want to make her ‘mistake’ more often?”

  Brenda said, “No, it won’t. It isn’t a reward or a punishment, it’s a demonstration of what it should be. She won’t ever want to use it crassly once she sees what it means.”

  Charlotte said, “Oh. Of course. Yeah.”

  Lisa said, “So, you get off on being told what to do?”

  Brenda stopped her and said, “No, she gets off on being so loved that her man knows her needs even if she hasn’t figured them out yet. She gets off on being known, the same way that she knows what Ronny needs without her asking.”

  Charlotte said, “Yeah. That’s what it is, I guess.”

  Brenda said, “There’s no one looking. Charlotte, give Lisa’s nipple a little pinch. Don’t hurt her.”

  Without hesitation, Charlotte reached out and squeezed Lisa and then let her go.

  Lisa squealed, “Stop that! Brenda, what was that for?”

  Brenda giggled and said, “To see if she’d do it. And to see what you would do. Hey, Char, it was nice.”

  Charlotte said, “What was nice?”

  Brenda said, “Having you with us when we made love this morning. I liked it. It was like having one of my two best friends in the world with me while I made love. It was special somehow. Lisa and I made love to Ronny the other night, well, he made love to us, we weren’t really involved with what was happening to the other, but it was in the same room and it was really comfortable. I’m just saying that I was really comfortable, and maybe even comforted, that you were there with us. And you really help us.”

  Lisa said, “How did she help?”

  Brenda said, “Ronny had me nailed to the wall, standing up, and both of us were close to fainting when I heard her at the door and yelled for her to come in. She saw what was happening and helped us to a chair before we collapsed and then we finished our climaxes together. If she hadn’t shown up right then, we’d have been in sad shape.”

  Charlotte said, “I’m glad I could help. It was beautiful. I couldn’t believe you didn’t shoo me away.”

  Brenda put her arm around Charlotte as we walked and said, “Charlotte, Dear, I welcome you. Ronny and I are playing a little game when the two of you aren’t around where I pretend to be a retro housewife and I beg him to seduce my girlfriend Lisa Pretty-tits and tell him that for business reasons he has to marry his secretary, Charlotte Wonder-bottom. And that we’ll all fly to Argentina and get you marriage licenses. Tonight, I’m going to a fund-raising gala for left-handed beagles or something like that and I’m taking Miss Wonder-bottom with me and Pretty-tits, my oversexed new girlfriend from our neighborhood ladies circle will stay with him and he has to get frisky with her in the hot tub if she’ll go for it. He has to make sure that she would be into an alternative lifestyle first, or no hanky-panky.”

  Lisa said, “I like the sound of that.”

  Brenda said, “You would. In my story, you are a hot to trot divorcée and you are constantly putting the naughtiest thoughts into my suburban housewife head. My goodness. Just yesterday you were telling me that I should masturbate! The very idea! That I would take pleasure from sex! And not just in that way, but that I should have an orgasm. During my wifely duties to my husband. Lisa, you are the most wanton woman in the neighborhood and you are corrupting me in ways that I never dreamed of.”

  Chapter 20 - Playtime

  Lisa said, “And what does Mr. Jackson think of your newfangled ideas for the bedroom? These lewd suggestions of mine?”

  Brenda said in mock surprise, “Lisa Pretty-Tits! You want me to tell you the intimate things of my bedroom? No, I can’t do it. The size of his cock, I mean, man appendage, which is wonderful and hits all the right spots in my um, private place, is not something to tell you about. The idea!”

  Lisa said, “Oh, that’s OK. I’ll find out for myself.”

  Brenda said in shock, “You’ll what?”

  Lisa said, “Brenda, my dear friend, I’m going to seduce your husband and ride him like a pony.”

  Brenda said, “You wouldn’t!”

  Lisa said, “I certainly will.”

  Brenda said, “What will happen to me?”

  Lisa said, “If you behave, I don’t see any reason that he would get rid of you. I don’t need him all to myself. I will, of course, move in with you and be his wife, the same as you.”

  Brenda said, “But our bed is barely big enough for him and me. Unlike so many in our circle, we do have a full mattress and sleep in the same bed. Will you put a single bed in our room beside us?”

  Lisa said, “If there is a single bed, that will be yours.”

  Brenda gasped and said, “Lisa, no! Listen, I’ve seen that they make very large beds now. I do want you to join us, as scandalous as it is, but we could buy one of those big beds and sneak it into the house and all sleep together.”

  Lisa said, “And what about the secretary? He’ll have her too, if he hasn’t already.”

  Brenda said, “Oh, I know it. And should I be ashamed to say that it thrills me? You have turned my head inside out. Lisa, I’ll make sure that the bed is big enough for all four of us.”

  Charlotte said, “Ma’am, I’ll take care of it. Don’t bother with arrangements that I will can easily for you. Are there other requirements? Specialized furniture, sexual gymnastics equipment, things of that nature?”

  Brenda said, “What kind of furniture? Oh, do you mean things where he might bend me, or one of you, over the arm of a sofa, or very large pillows so that being on our knees with our rumps in the air will be the more comfortable? I can’t believe that I’m even considering such things.”

  Charlotte said, “I have done some research lately, Ma’am, and find it especially intriguing…never mind.”

  Brenda grinned and said, “What?”

  Charlotte said, “Well, there are certain things about a woman lying on her back and her pelvis being elevated and her lover using his mouth on her lower parts.”

  Lisa said, “You mean, having him lick your pussy? You two are so skittish I don’t know how I ever became friends with you. Well, actually I do. It was your tits. Anyway, yeah. I’ve never really had it that way, but I sure want to try it.”

  Brenda said, “My tits?”

  Charlotte said, “She does have the most magnificent tits.”

  Lisa said, “She does indeed. Charlotte, Dear, pinch Brenda for me. Don
’t hurt her.”

  Charlotte moved toward Brenda and Brenda tried to throw her hands over her breasts, but she wasn’t quite fast enough. Charlotte got a hold of the front of her swimsuit and tweaked her playfully.

  Brenda gasped, “Miss Wonder-Bottom! You are my husband’s secretary, not hers! If he tells you to do something like that, then of course I would expect you would do it, but not any other woman, no matter how I like her.”

  Charlotte said, “Ma’am, I did that on my own.”

  Brenda said, “On your own?”

  Charlotte said, “Yes, Ma’am. Your husband would have wanted it.”

  Brenda said quietly, “Girls, stop and be honest with me for a minute. You are going to be kind to me, aren’t you? This is all just playtime, isn’t it?”

  Lisa said, “Brenda, Beloved, yes. I love you. We both love Charlotte. There’s nothing for any of us to be afraid of. We were teasing. All of us. And you started it. But his whole thing is magical. We would never hurt each other, I know that.”

  Brenda said, “Maybe we just went a little too far.”

  Lisa said, “Then back up.”

  Brenda said, “OK. My dear Lisa Pretty-Tits, listen, I know that you and I had plans to play canasta this evening, but I have to go out suddenly. Don’t let that stop you from enjoying yourself. Let Mr. Jackson keep you company. And Dear, take it to the next level. And plan to stay the night. He has orders from me to convince you to stay with us from now on and to make you as happy as he makes me. Don’t tease him much. And be in my bed when I come home, unless I come home early and you aren’t in bed yet.”

  Charlotte said, “Mrs. Jackson, if I may, I think that the mattress in your suite needs to be changed. And I think that you should let me have two queen beds brought in and the king bed taken away. Wait, I’m not finished. The two beds will be placed against each other with custom sheets and a mattress topper that makes it into one bed. It will be roomier than the one that’s there now.”

  Brenda said, “Of course, Wonder-Bottom, do what you think is best. I trust you completely. You will accompany me to my fund-raiser, for the Society for the Promotion of Women’s Rights to Shave.”

  Charlotte said, “I’d like to run up and make the phone calls now. About the beds for us. I’d only be gone a few minutes. I didn’t bring a phone with me.”

  She looked to me and I pulled her close and whispered, “Don’t take long. And while you are up there, change suits. I know that I told you to wear this one, but plans change. Put on your bikini top and don’t wear any bottoms except for the wrap you have on. Saltwater doesn’t make sex easy. A generous amount of lubricant will make it more comfortable.”

  She moaned softly in my ear and said, “Yes, Sir. I’ll be back very soon,” and she ran off toward or suite.

  Lisa said, “I do wish I could hear what you two keep whispering about.”

  I smiled and said, “It’s starting to get dark. Let’s go up to the pool and have something to drink and I’ll explain what I want to happen tonight.”

  Charlotte was gone for about 30 minutes.

  As soon as Charlotte joined us, we headed for the beach. I didn’t say a word. I stood up and started walking. Charlotte seemed nervous. Brenda and Lisa seemed happy and excited. I felt wicked. But in a good way. I knew that Charlotte was essentially naked and had to be feeling a bit both exposed and squishy from what I knew she had to have done with the “generous amount of lubricant” that I’d told her to use.

  It was dark now. The beach was deserted. I kept watch for others who might see us, but there weren’t any. At a spot where the sand was still dry, I left my shirt and my pants, and marched into the ocean. It was a very calm night. The only time there were waves here was if there was a wind. The north end of the beach, where the surfers went, had low waves all the time, but down here it was calm.

  Standing naked in waist-deep water, I turned to face the girls, still waiting on the beach. That was my signal to Brenda and Lisa.

  I watched as Brenda undid the little bandeau bikini top that Charlotte had worn and then stepped beside her, leaving her topless. Lisa ceremoniously took away the wrap that Charlotte had around her hips and then took a place to the other side. I beckoned Charlotte to me with a wave of my hand and Brenda whispered to her and she started walking.

  Charlotte moved slowly. As if mesmerized and unsure of what was happening. Step after step, barefooted and bare-bodied across the sand to where I waited for her in the waist-deep water, moonlight showing the place that she was being drawn to. I watched as the water hit her ankles and then her calves and then her thighs as she approached. When she was about five feet away, I turned my back to the beach and walked out into deeper water.

  Charlotte was a bit shorter than I was, just two inches, and I took that into account when I chose the depth where I stopped. I turned again and faced her. I was surprised to see that she hadn’t followed me, but was still standing in waist-deep water, her breasts, and at times, her navel, visible above the moonlit water.

  I said quietly, but just loud enough to be heard by her, “Cherry, come to me.”

  This time, Charlotte rushed forward, nearly losing her footing and falling under the water, but she caught herself before she went all the way under. I grinned and reached for her, pulling her against my body and lifting her legs around my waist as soon as she was close enough.

  Charlotte clung to me. Her arms were around my neck. Her legs were locked around my waist. Her bottom was in my hands, and my erection floated stiffly just below her crotch.

  I whispered, “Cherry, my sweet, I love you. I will always love you. Be mine now and stay with me always. Brenda and Lisa love you. And no matter what happens to me, you will be with them as well. Will you be my wife?”

  Charlotte held me by the shoulders as she leaned back slightly so that she could look at my face and said, “I do love you. I have never loved anyone the way that I love you and I have never been loved the way that you love me. I swear that I’ll take care of you always. And if it ever comes to it, I will continue taking care of the others after you are gone. I will never have a loyalty to anyone more strongly than I do to you. I will never put anyone else’s needs above yours. You will be my provider and mate, all the days we live.”

  I kissed her gently and said, “Lisa calls this a baptism wedding. We duck down and wash away old lives and come up new and clean and bonded forever.”

  Charlotte took a deep breath as if preparing herself emotionally more than physically.

  I whispered, “Cherry, we have our vows. Do you want to…?” and I glanced down into the space between us.

  Charlotte looked down and I wiggled just enough that my penis touched her.

  She said, “Oh! Yes, please. But Ronny, go really slowly. I’m a little bit afraid.”

  I said, “We can wait. I won’t hurt you. Ever.”

  Charlotte reached down and took hold of me and said, “No way am I going to wait. Here,” and she angled my post at her slit.

  Settling down onto me, I felt the tip press into her. Her outer lips were wet with saltwater and there was some friction there, but inside, she was as gushy as I had expected.

  She winced and whispered, “Slow. Slow. Uh, slow.”

  Bit by bit, she lowered herself until finally, I was all the way in and she was leaning her pelvis into my hips, forcing me deep.

  She wiggled a bit, testing the sensations, and said, “That was easier than I thought it would be. Ronny, that feels really nice. I like that. Oh, I really like that. It’s tight, isn’t it? Man, that’s tight. It’s supposed to be, right? Does it always feel like that?”

  I said, “Is it uncomfortable?”

  She said quickly, “No. Not at all. It’s just…weird. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s not weird. I’m so sorry.”

  I laughed and said, “Sweetie, everything about sex is weird. Kissing is totally weird if you think about. Of course it’s weird. You have my penis inside you. Yeah, it’s right, and
very wonderful, for me anyway, but it can’t help but be weird. My penis is inside you! That’s weird.”

  She said, “Um, OK. Oh, it does feel nice though.”

  I said, “We’re going to go underwater for a minute. Hold onto me.”

  She said, “Oh yeah. The underwater thing. OK. But I can stay like this, right? With you inside?”

  I smiled and held her close and ducked under the low rolling waves. While we were under, I kissed her for a second and then stood back up.

  I said, “Beloved, thank you. I didn’t deserve to have you choose me.”

  Charlotte said, “Ah, about that, don’t ever say that. The truth, the honest truth is that I thought that you did. Or I wouldn’t have come. If you think that I don’t know what I’m doing, don’t tell me. That’s your problem.”

  I smiled and said, “Agreed. Babe, we should probably get out now.”

  She said, “Yeah. I know. The bugs for one thing. But Ronny, I really liked what we’ve done so far, but I think it’s really OK if we stop now. I love you. And I’m going to love making love with you, but I feel like you need to teach me to really enjoy it. I loved this, but um, I’m OK if we stop and come back to it later. I don’t need to…you know, have an orgasm right now.”

  I said, “But do you think that you will, another time?”

  She hugged me and ground herself on my groin and said, “Oh heck yeah! If it wasn’t cold and the bugs and stuff, oh Baby would I.”

  I said, “Good.”

  I held onto Charlotte and started moving toward the beach. She was the tallest, but possibly the lightest, of the girls. I carried her all the way up to where Brenda and Lisa waited, their ankles in the water.

  Lisa teased, “Why Brenda, your husband’s secretary seems to have tripped and fallen and impaled herself on your husband’s cock.”

  Brenda said, “Oh, I think you’re right. She must have sprained her ankle and that’s why he’s carrying her. He is so thoughtful all the time. The poor thing. The impaling is nice though. Charlotte, Dear, can you stand?”

  Charlotte said, “I’ll try,” and she slipped off of me onto her own feet.