The Pool House Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – The Pool House Ch. 03 by fin,fin
If you haven’t already read the first two parts of The Pool House, now would be a good time to do so.

Edward answered the door in white shorts and a loose cotton shirt.

“Oh, hello, Yvonne. Nora told me that you’d be joining us this afternoon. Come on upstairs. We’re just about to get started.”

She followed Edward down a hallway and through a door into a sort of locker room with a big shower area, some baskets, a mirror, and a counter piled with towels. Edward pointed to a door at the other end of the room.

“They’re through there, in the yoga room. Go ahead in when you’re ready. I’ll join you in a minute.”

He left her inside and closed the door. Yvonne had brought a gym bag with some loose clothing and a towel. She changed quickly and opened the door to the yoga room. A blast of warm air hit her, as if she were walking into a sauna. Nora and the swimmer were stretched out in formal-looking poses on a canvas mat that covered the entire floor of the den-sized room. Both were naked.

Yvonne made a startled sound and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … interrupt.”

Nora broke her trance with an effort and smiled. “Oh, no, it’s fine. We were just warming up.”

Yvonne felt completely at sea. “Is there something wrong with the heat in here?”

Nora laughed. “No, we practice bikram yoga here – at least as far as the temperature goes. We don’t really follow the standard sequence of poses. The room needs to be kept around one hundred degrees. It helps keep your muscles loose. I think it’s more comfortable naked, but you’re welcome to do it however you like.”

Her head was still buzzing. “Okay, sure. I guess that makes sense. I’ll be back in a second.”

Yvonne stepped back into the shower room. Didn’t these people ever wear clothes? Well, she was almost used to it by now, and she’d be awfully uncomfortable in there in her sweats. She stripped and put everything back into her bag. Then she nodded at the frightened-looking girl she saw in the mirror and walked back through the door.

The swimmer unfolded himself from a full-lotus position with a sort of tropical languidness that seemed perfectly in tune with the room’s steamy climate. She found it mesmerizing. He stood beside her and settled into a simple pose, his head back and his arms forming a circle in front of him. Yvonne tried to duplicate it, certain that she was doing something wrong. He touched he back and guided it into the proper curve. He bent her knees slightly until her whole body felt balanced somehow. She held the pose until her muscles began to object.

Nora noticed her shaking. “Try this one,” she said. She flopped over onto her stomach then lifted the front of her body upward, resting on her forearms. “It’s the first one I learned. It’s called the cobra.”

It didn’t look much like a cobra, but it showed off Nora’s long legs and tight butt beautifully. Her skin was so creamy and smooth. Yvonne was impressed that the swimmer was able to keep his cool.

The door to the shower room opened, and Edward walked in, somehow managing to look stylish even when he wasn’t wearing anything. He began stretching, putting his palms flat against the wall and sticking his butt out. He grabbed one ankle and pulled it up behind him. His muscles tensed and relaxed as he moved smoothly between stretches. She could believe Nora now about Edward being adept. Maybe there was something to this yoga thing. It was certainly sexy to watch when it was done well.

Edward kneeled, then reached back to grab his ankles. His hips arched forward, sort of putting his cock on display. He had it on the swimmer – and maybe Jim too – for thickness, if not length. His body was a lot hairier, too. She wasn’t sure which she preferred, the swimmer’s smoothness or Edward’s pelt. It was fun to think about, though. She smiled to herself. However innocent this scene was, four naked men and women made for some interesting possibilities. And who would know?

Edward straightened up. Evidently they were about to begin. Taking the cue, the swimmer moved into a cross-legged meditation pose, back straight, forearms resting on his thighs. The subdued lighting shimmered on his dark skin and highlighted his cheek bones. He looked like calm god. Yvonne tried to copy his position. It hurt. She stretched a bit more and sort of got it.

“Good,” said Edward. “Very good, actually. Most people don’t get the back posture right away.”

Actually, she had been trying to stick her breasts out a little further, hoping the swimmer would notice. But he was in another world. Edward was paying attention, though. He sat down beside her and demonstrated exhalation breathing. Yvonne tried to copy him with limited success. With attractive naked men on either side of her, breath control was a bit of a challenge.

Edward made a liquid transition to a tangled-looking pose that balanced on one leg – showing off a little, Yvonne decided. She tried to imitate him and ended up sprawled on the mat, laughing. She gathered herself up quickly when she realized that her legs were wide open and her pussy was completely exposed. No one seemed to have noticed. She tried again and got pretty close. Yvonne grinned. This was actually pretty cool. Kind of like an adult version of Twister. She asked Edward if there were any poses that involved two people.

He nodded gravely. “That would be called the Kama Sutra. Perhaps you’d like me to demonstrate?”

Yvonne put her hand to her mouth, her face turning bright red. Edward and Nora laughed gaily. “I’ll stick with yoga, thanks,” she said when she’d regained her composure.

The swimmer ignored them. He moved into a standing stretch. For all his stillness, the heat was getting to him. Sweat ran down between his shoulder blades and his skin shone.

Done with stretching, Nora moved into a pose with one leg thrust forward, her thigh parallel to the ground and her other leg stretched out behind her. Nora’s back was arched, which presented her breasts to excellent advantage. That must do a number on the glutes, Yvonne thought. And it seemed to interest the swimmer. He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her tits for a second or two. Well, perhaps his interest was strictly professional. But Yvonne still felt a bit miffed.

“I’m going to try that one,” she said, and struggled into an approximation of Nora’s position.

The swimmer stood up and walked over. He put one hand under her front thigh and shifted her forward slightly. His other hand cupped one buttock and tilted it forward. He ran his hand along her back, adjusting the curve. He raised her arms, putting her in a variation of Nora’s pose, and then ran both his hands along the sides of her torso. Did he really need to do that?, Yvonne wondered. But the memory of his touch lingered, making her pussy tingle. Then he was gone, doing something complicated with Nora, his expression never changing.

Time passed. The swimmer’s silence fell over all of them. There was only sound of breathing and the drip of sweat.

Nora was now in a sort of split, her legs spread wide. Her pussy was completely open. Yvonne couldn’t help herself: She had to stare. Bare of pubic hair, the soft inner lips glowed and the pink hood that hid her clit beckoned above her dark opening. Jesus, Yvonne thought, I’d better not try that one. She stood up, wobbling slightly, her muscles remarkably tired.

“I think that’s enough for me. I’ll just watch for a while.”

Edward nodded. His palms were pressed together. It had the effect of bunching his back muscles. He let out a deep breath.

“Right, I’m with Yvonne. That’s enough for one day.”

He stood up and stretched, smiled at Nora, then lifted her to her feet. She stretched as well, lifting her arms above her head, pulling her breasts taut. Yvonne watched carefully as Nora lowered her arms. No sag. Another point for yoga? Yvonne felt a small twinge of envy, admiring Nora’s litheness.

Finally, the swimmer stood up, and Yvonne followed three very tight butts as they filed into the shower room. The recessed area in the room had four shower heads arranged in a square. It was certainly a lot larger than the shower stalls in her house, but it was still fairly intimate for four people. Yvonne held back for a moment, just a bit uncomfortable with the lack of personal space.

Nora, as usual, wasn’t shy. She turned on one of the spigots and stood under it with her head tilted back, letting the water run through her hair and down in streams over her body.

That looks nice, Yvonne thought. And I really do need a shower. And, what the hell, I’ve been naked with these people all week. She stepped down beneath the vacant spigot and focused on getting the water the right temperature. To her right, Nora handed Edward a scratchy-looking sponge and stood near him with her back turned, expectantly. Edward began rubbing the sponge up and down her back. Nora closed her eyes and purred. A moment later the swimmer was at Yvonne’s side, holding another sponge and looking questioningly at her. Yvonne smiled and nodded. Why not?

The swimmer began to stroke her back, just as Edward was doing to Nora. The coarseness of the sponge’s texture made her nerve endings tingle. She looked over and noticed that Edward had dropped his sponge and stood with his chest against Nora’s back, kissing the side of her neck. Yvonne looked away quickly when Edward’s hands started roaming over Nora’s body. The swimmer still had his sponge, but it had moved lower, circling against the small of her back. Yvonne sighed, the stimulation almost more than she could stand. She suddenly needed him to touch her like Edward was touching Nora. She snuck another look at them. Edward was rubbing soapy fingers over Nora’s nipples and his hips were jammed against her ass. The swimmer glanced over to check on them as well, but his intentions were less voyeuristic; he was simply confirming that his actions were unobserved. He moved closer. His cock, so serene and uninvolved earlier, made contact with one buttock. It wasn’t uninvolved now. Yvonne froze. The sponge kept up its circling, now along the sides of her hips. His cock slid across the soapy expanse of her butt and came to rest in the space between her cheeks. He moved a little further forward, until his chest was against her back and his cock nestled at the entrance to her pussy.

Not here, she thought desperately. Edward and Nora — they’re right next to us! She looked over at them again. The rising steam of the shower almost obscured their lower bodies, but she could see that they were facing each other now, lost in a passionate kiss. Well, maybe for a minute, since they’re distracted …

The swimmer reached around and pushed the tip of his cock between her inner lips. It was right there, right where Jim’s had been a few nights earlier. She leaned over a little to give him a better angle. The sponge was gone now; he held her hips in his hands and pulled them gently toward him. The tip of his cock pushed her lips apart, burrowing in deeper. The walls of her pussy moved reluctantly apart, and something inside her stretched, pulled taut. It hurt! She let out a little cry and twisted away from him reflexively.

She was breathing hard and her body was shaking. Edward and Nora were disengaging themselves from each other as well. Had they heard her? Had they noticed anything? Apparently not. They were still looking at each other, smiling. Nora turned off her shower and Edward did the same. Yvonne turned around to see the swimmer with his enigmatic smile, radiating calm despite his still very evident excitement. He bowed to her, his palms pressed together, and left the shower area.

Edward and Nora picked up towels and began to dry off. They spoke quietly to each other. Yvonne lingered for a moment, trying to reassemble her thoughts. She was completely out of control. It was if that night in the pool house had changed her somehow, started her down a path. And once she’d taken that first step she couldn’t ever go back to where she’d been. But it had to stop now. She gritted her teeth and forced her thoughts away from her aching pussy. She turned her faucet off and picked up a towel, looked around. The swimmer was gone.

She was about to put her clothes back on when she head Nora’s voice, sounding casual and chatty.

“What did you think of the workout?”

Nora was wearing a bathrobe and had started up a hairdryer. Yvonne had to step closer to talk to her. She took a moment to wrap her towel around herself. Her hands were shaking so badly that it took a couple of tries to get it tucked in properly.

“I kind of get the idea that I’ll be sore in the morning,” Yvonne said, holding on to the edge of the sink to steady herself.

Nora smiled and finished up with her hair. It looked perfect.

“You’ve got a knack for the positions. More than I do, anyway.” She walked over to a door on the far side of the room.

Yvonne wasn’t sure what to do. But she had to follow Nora to continue the conversation. The door led to a huge bedroom – probably the master bedroom. It was elegantly furnished with colorful wall hangings, a four-poster bed with embroidered pillows, and, of all things, a bird cage with a green parakeet hanging from the ceiling. Edward, towel around his waist, was standing in front of a mirror, combing his hair back. Yvonne hesitated, but Nora waved her into the room, still chatting.

“I always feel so loose after one of those sessions,” she said, collapsing onto the plush blue comforter on the bed. She rolled onto her back, the bathrobe falling open to expose one slim leg.

Edward turned towards them. “She just likes an excuse to take a long shower.”

Nora patted the spot on the bed next to her, pointedly ignoring Edward. “Sit,” she said to Yvonne.

Yvonne smoothed the towel under her butt and settled onto the comforter. This feels like a slumber party, she thought. It was a simple pleasure she missed from growing up. She had always enjoyed the feeling of freedom and closeness she felt in a friend’s bedroom with the door closed and no parents allowed. But her heart was still racing and the ache deep in her pussy kept distracting her, demanding her attention.

“What happened to your instructor?” Yvonne asked, trying to keep the plaintiveness out of her voice.

“Oh,” said Nora, “he only comes in for an hour or so.”

That made sense, Yvonne supposed. He was only hired help, really. He wouldn’t be invited into the mistress’s boudoir. She smiled to herself. At least not while her husband was around.

As if on cue, Edward sat down at the end of the bed and began massaging Nora’s feet. Nora made a contented sound and squeezed Yvonne’s hand.

“This is my favorite part.”

For a minute or two, Edward rubbed and manipulated various toes. Then he dragged a fingertip along her sole.

Nora reacted violently. “Edward! Don’t do that. You know how ticklish I am down there.”

Edward flashed a mischievous grin and repeated the act on the other foot. Nora shrieked and pulled her foot away. The bottom part of her robe opened up entirely, exposing her smooth pussy. Edward relented after that and began rubbing her feet again. After a minute, he leaned over and began to kiss them.

“That’s better,” Nora said.

But Edward’s kisses didn’t stay on her feet for long. His lips moved along her calves and up to one well-toned thigh. Nora squeezed Yvonne’s hand again. Edward shifted around on the bed so that he could reach Nora’s inner thigh. She spread her legs to give him better access. Yvonne could see a film of moisture form at the entrance to her pussy.

This was getting a little too personal, Yvonne thought. Time to retire discreetly. She started to get up, but Nora held on to her hand tightly, her eyes closed, oblivious to Yvonne’s predicament. Edward was completely focused on Nora. His mouth kept moving higher on her body and his hands began to trace the edges of her hip bones. His lips nuzzled the silken skin of her upper thigh. Please, thought Yvonne, stop there. I don’t want …

But he didn’t stop. He crawled between Nora’s legs until his head was right over her pussy. He just stared at her for a moment, admiring the creamy pink flesh of her hips and her flat stomach and the pink lips shining with moisture. Edward’s head moved lower. Yvonne held her breath. His tongue snaked out and dragged wetly along Nora’s slit. She made a small “oh” sound and tilted her hips upward towards Edward’s face.

Yvonne’s breathing deepened. This is what Jim had been doing to her sister! She shivered, imagining Jim’s shaggy head between her own legs, or maybe the swimmer’s smooth one. Or Edward’s sleek one.

Nora groaned and lifted her knees, opening herself completely. Yvonne couldn’t help herself. She kept looking at the place where their bodies met, at Edward’s tongue swirling around the hood of Nora’s clitoris until a hard, fleshy nub began to peek out. His face moved down to cover her pussy completely. Nora and Yvonne gasped together. He must be sucking her clit, Yvonne realized. Just then Nora bucked her hips and let out a low moan. Her breasts heaved and the skin of her chest shone with perspiration.

The caged parakeet must have been disturbed by the agitation coming from the bed. He began to flap his wings and make shrill calls.

For a moment everyone stopped moving. Then, chuckling lightly, Edward got up, leaving Nora sprawled on the bed, hair disheveled, legs spread, skin moist with sweat. He walked over to the cage.

“You’re absolutely right, Curly,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to watch this.”

Yvonne was confused for a moment. Did that mean that they were going to stop?

Edward undid his towel, leaving him naked again. His cock stuck straight up, dark with blood. He draped the towel over the cage, effectively shielding Curly’s sensitive avian eyes from the debauchery. Then Edward seemed to remember that Yvonne was still in the room. He looked at her with his trademark boyish grin.

“You, on the other hand, young lady, are evolved enough to make up your own mind about what to look at.”

He slid back onto the bed until his face was level with Nora’s. He leaned down and kissed her. Their bodies touched lightly. His cock rested against her crotch, smearing sticky fluid on her soft skin. Nora kept Yvonne’s hand in hers as she lost herself in the kiss. Nora drew her knees back until they almost touched her chest.

Oh, no, Yvonne thought. They’re going to do it! Right in front of her! She couldn’t stay on their bed. Nora had to let go of her hand sooner or later. Then she’d step out quietly, get her clothes.

Edward raised his body slightly and reached between them, positioning his cock at the entrance to Nora’s pussy. Neither of them said anything, but their lips separated and they looked deeply into each others’ eyes.

Edward slid into her with a slick, wet sound. Yvonne’s mouth went dry. Her own pussy throbbed. She folded her arms across her chest, hugging herself, afraid that she might touch herself if she didn’t. But then, why not? They weren’t paying any attention to her, and even if they were … well, they were comfortable with her watching them. Why not the other way around? She sat up and loosened her towel a bit. Her hand crept between her thighs.

Edward was pumping smoothly in and out of Nora’s pussy. He pulled almost all the way out after each stroke, the prominent rim of his cock forcing her inner lips apart, then drawing them inside as he sank back in up to his balls. Their wet slapping sounds mixed with whimpers from Nora. Yvonne could smell their juices. She looked down at Nora’s face. Her eyes were closed, and there was a look of uncomplicated joy on her face that made her look like a school girl. A flush started on her neck, and her breasts moved up and down with each impact of their hips.

Yvonne realized that Nora had let go of her hand; she wasn’t even sure exactly when it had happened. She could leave now. But … she wasn’t sure if she should. Edward and Nora were sharing their most private selves with her. It was like a gift. What would they think of her if she refused it?

Yvonne watched Edward’s butt contract with each thrust. He was moving faster now, almost erratically. She wanted to touch him, to feel the muscles working under his skin. Would he mind? He hadn’t before, in Jake’s studio. She reached out tentatively. Even before her fingers found him she could sense the heat coming off of his flesh. Then her palm made contact, before she could decide not to do it. She cupped one firm buttock. It was as if she was a part of their passion, connected with them. She’d never felt so close to anyone before. They moved like one person, bodies separating and coming together, even their breathing synchronized. Yvonne felt a little pang. Is this what being married meant? Being this intimate?

After a long time Edward pulled his cock free and rolled off of Nora to the side nearest Yvonne. He pulled Nora towards him, and their bodies fused together, one of his legs moving between hers. Yvonne remembered how the swimmer’s body had felt against hers and felt her pussy throb harder than ever. Her hand slid against her clit. Wetness coated her finger, and she gasped as a pulse of pleasure shot through her.

Edward broke his kiss and nudged Nora. She smiled up at Yvonne.

“Hey,” Nora said. “You don’t get to wear something if we aren’t.” She tugged playfully at the bottom of Yvonne’s towel.

The room was suddenly very quiet. Even the caged parakeet stopped his muffled squawking. Yvonne could hear her heart beating. Her hands floated up to the top of her chest, seemingly under their own power. She untucked the towel and let it fall.

Edward gave her a brief grin, the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkling up, then rolled onto his back and pulled Nora on top of him. Nora lifted her hips and guided his cock back inside her. She slid down slowly with a drawn-out sigh until her butt settled on Edward’s thighs. She put her palms on his chest, ruffled the dark hair that covered it. She let her weight rest on her hands and raised her hips until only the tip of his cock was still buried in her pussy. Edward grunted as she dropped down heavily and their loins mashed together. Something in the wet contact made Yvonne whimper and hug herself again.

Nora began to move up and down rapidly, her movements fervent. Yvonne couldn’t help herself. She had to see what was happening. She moved around behind them until she could see Nora’s ass slide up, revealing Edward’s balls and thick, wet shaft for a brief moment before they slapped back together again. She wanted to touch Edward again, maybe take his balls in her hand. But their motions were too violent, too erratic for her to try. Yvonne tried to clear her head. The smell of their excitement, of her own, the pitching of the bed, the deep indrawn breaths …

The crimson flush on Nora’s neck had spread down to the tops of her breasts. She took her hands off of Edward’s chest and sat up straight. She began to shove her hips back and forth.

Yvonne lost it.

Moisture dripped from her pussy, and she wriggled miserably against the plush bedspread. She jammed her hand between her legs again until her fingers squished along her inner lips.

Nora bucked harder. Yvonne stared at them, her mouth open. She had that connected feeling again, as if she’d been accepted into their sophisticated adult world. It was a long time before she realized that Edward’s hand was resting on her thigh. She inched closer until it brushed up against her pussy.

Nora gasped and jammed her hips hard against Edward’s. “Oh my god,” she cried, running the words together. Her back arched. She held herself absolutely still for a long moment; then she collapsed gradually until she lay on top of Edward. After a minute, her breathing returned to normal. She rolled onto the bed on the far side of Edward, opposite Yvonne. Sweat pooled in the hollow between her breasts; moisture sparkled on her pussy lips. She smiled dreamily and turned to kiss her husband lightly on the cheek.

“Mmm, that was lovely, Edward.”

Nora looked up at Yvonne. Her gaze was so penetrating that Yvonne looked down at herself. Her nipples were agonizingly erect. The skin of her chest was flushed and slick with perspiration.

“But we’re ignoring our guest,” Nora said.

Edward turned towards her and smiled his easy smile. He sat up and put his arm around Yvonne’s shoulders. His masculine scent washed over her, more potent now and mixed with sex. He pulled her down with a gentle insistence. One moment Edward was beside her, the next he was looking down at her from above. She was on her back, arms at her sides. Edward’s hands moved soothingly over her body, following a hip bone, dipping into her belly button, circling her aureoles. Her nipples felt so hard she wasn’t sure she couldn’t stand being touched there. And then his fingertip brushed one of them. Yvonne let out a sharp cry and felt a pressure growing deep in her pussy. What was happening to her? Her skin burned everywhere he touched. But then his touch felt different, softer, more liquid. He was kissing her, she realized. He nuzzled her shoulder and neck, gently nibbled an ear lobe. He kissed down the top of her chest. She knew where he was headed. How could he do that? Nora was right there, right next to them. Was she asleep? No, she was watching. She wore the same serious expression on her face as when she and Edward had been making love. Yvonne knew that she should get up now, that she had to get up or she wouldn’t get another chance. But she wanted him to kiss her breasts; she wanted to know how that felt.

He was there already. His tongue circled her aureoles, just as his fingers had moments earlier. Her nipples ached; they’d never been so aroused. Edward let his tongue rest lightly on one round tip. She arched her back to make the contact more intense. Then her whole breast was in his mouth, his tongue teasing the nipple. Her hips thrashed and she reached up to grab Edward’s shoulders.

One of his hands was moving on her belly, delighting in its flatness and youthful muscle tone. She groaned in anticipation. She needed him to touch her pussy right now. The swimmer in the pool house, Jim in the bathroom, Edward in Jake’s studio – none of them had made her cum. The waiting had become unbearable. It was the only thing she could think about, it was the only thing that mattered. Yvonne tilted her hips upward, as if that would draw his hand closer. She was lost now. He could do whatever he wanted with her.

Suddenly his mouth wasn’t on her breast any more. It was where his hand had been, kissing her belly. And his fingers were cupping her mound, fluffing her pubic hair, dragging across her inner thighs. She was aware of how wet her pussy was. She felt a little embarrassed about it, wanting to be as casual about this as Nora was.

“Please,” she whispered.

Please what? She didn’t say, but Edward knew. His finger slid along the edge of one pussy lip, then the other. His finger was moist now, warm and slippery and …

“Oh, god,” Yvonne gasped. His finger circled her clit. She could feel it sticking out from beneath its hood. It was right there, all he had to do …

He found the spot, pressed down lightly. It was like an electric shock. Her whole body shook and the feeling wouldn’t stop; she couldn’t get control of herself. His finger started stroking her, squishing in the warm wetness, pushing a little inside then brushing back against her clit. That’s it, she thought. One more touch and …

Her orgasm hit her instantly, before she could prepare herself. Her hips twisted and she cried out sharply. She tried to push him away but she couldn’t control her hands. Now his whole palm was pushed against her crotch, moving faster. She was over the edge again, climaxing breathlessly, bucking her hips against him over and over.

Then all the sensations ebbed, faded away until all she could feel was her heart beating. She was vaguely aware of Edward moving around on the bed. He’d been beside her and now he was lower, somewhere around her ankles. And Nora was stroking Yvonne’s cheek, tracing her lips with her finger. She wasn’t going to do anything weird, was she? No, not really. Her touch just helped her to calm down, helped her to catch hold of her thoughts.

Edward began to rub her feet, just as he had done to Nora earlier. Their touches felt friendly, reassuring. But the sweet ache she felt inside kept blurring her thoughts. His hands moved along her calves, up her thighs. She knew where they were going, and she knew it was too late to stop him. He pushed her legs farther apart. She was wide open now, totally exposed. Helpless.

Put your fingers back inside, she thought. Make me cum again. But he didn’t. His fingers found either side of her pussy and pushed the folds apart. Her clit stood out, naked and coated with moisture. Yvonne inhaled sharply. She looked down over the peaks of her breasts and their pink, distended nipples and saw Edward’s face poised above her pussy. Their eyes met for a moment. She knew that she must look uncertain, maybe even terrified. But she didn’t look away. Edward smiled and his head dipped down.

His tongue licked along her inner lips. It probed the entrance to her private recesses, lapping up her moisture. Then it swept up against her most sensitive spot. Yvonne shrieked. She reached down and tangled her fingers in Edward’s hair, pushing him harder into her loins. His tongue kept lapping at her clit until his whole face was buried in her crotch. Yvonne arched her back and felt her climax building until it washed over her, sending trails of light scorching under her eyelids, driving her hips back against his face and his lacerating tongue, and then the surge hit her again and again.

She didn’t know how long it was before the orgasms subsided. Was this what Kate had felt? No wonder she put up with Jim. Her body dripped with sweat. She felt almost boneless, exhausted. But somehow it wasn’t enough. The pressure that had been building in her these last two weeks was still there, stronger than ever. She was primed, her nerves scraped raw, her secret place still dripping moisture.

Edward’s face was above hers. His hair was matted with perspiration. He was close enough to kiss her if he wanted to, close enough that she could smell herself on his lips. His weight was on his elbows, his chest hair tickling her nipples.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

No!, she thought. I can’t. Not now!

But if not now, when? She’d let Jim and the swimmer put it in a little. And she was calmer now, more in control. Just a little more, she thought. Just a little, and then she’d make him stop.

She looked towards Nora for reassurance. Her face was right there, next to hers, smiling a warm excited smile. She stroked Yvonne’s cheek gently, maternally.

“Okay,” Yvonne said, breathing so hard she could barely speak. “But you have to stop when I say, all right?”

Edward nodded, grinning. A drop of perspiration fell from his chin and landed on her chest. “Whenever you say.”

He reached down between them and positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Yvonne’s body stiffened. It was big, bigger than Jim’s or the swimmer’s. She couldn’t …

Nora kissed her softly on the cheek. “It’s all right,” she said. “Just let it happen.”

Yvonne relaxed a little, tried to control her breathing. Edward’s face swam in and out of focus above her. He pushed. She could feel the rim of his cock head driving the walls of her vagina apart, grinding against her moist flesh. A little further and the head was all the way inside her. She could feel her heart beating deep in her pussy, her flesh contracting around his. Deeper. Edward’s breathing became a rasp; his arms started to shake, as if they were losing the ability to hold his weight. He was splitting her apart; she had to make him stop! Yvonne grabbed his shoulders again and held on. She bit her lower lip. But she didn’t say anything.

Edward started to draw his cock out of her pussy, lifting his body slightly. Not yet, Yvonne wanted to say. Don’t take it out. Just leave it there a little longer. Then we’ll stop. But he was just preparing for the next push. The tip went in more easily this time, the way generously lubricated. Yvonne dug her fingernails into his flesh. She was being stretched again, pulled tight inside. Her breathing was so fast she was afraid she might pass out. Even so, she couldn’t quite get enough air; there were little black spots filling her field of vision. And then Edward pushed harder. The feeling was so different from his tongue. It was as if he were touching her everywhere all at once, and every new place his cock reached was even more sensitive than anywhere he’d been before. She was startled by a sort of abrupt change in the pressure, then he was pulling out again, then in a little further.

She held Edward tighter, burying her face in the hollow of her shoulder. Now would be a good time to stop, she thought. I’ll say something, once I catch my breath. But then he slid back inside. The sensation made her dizzy. And … she felt his balls slap against her bottom. His cock was all the way inside her! And she realized that he must have broken her hymen a moment earlier. It hadn’t hurt, not really. But she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She was … getting fucked! Not by the swimmer or Jim even, but by this older guy. And then her thoughts seemed to dissolve. She could only feel what happening inside her, the hard, hot flesh moving in and out, the wet smack of every thrust that shuddered through her body, the smell of his skin, and the weight of his chest squashing her rock-hard nipples. And then, somehow, she was on her knees, facing away from him. Her face was shoved into something soft — the bedspread, she realized — and he was pounding into her from behind. She started shoving her ass back to meet his thrusts, increasing the tempo of their passion; that’s how she liked it, she realized, fast, hard, intense. The impact of their bodies was somehow magnified in that position, and the sounds had a sharp echo. He was slapping her bottom, she realized. She felt her skin getting red and sore, and that made her move against him even faster. And then he grabbed her hips and held them and there were bolts of searing liquid pulsing into her, filling her ravaged pussy until she felt the cum leaking out onto the bed and she was sliding into a warm darkness that was pounding in time with her heartbeat.

# # #

When she came to she could hear water running in the bathroom. There were voices mixed in with the splashing sounds, and it was a minute more before she remembered where she was. The voices were Nora’s and Edward’s, and they were talking about her. She stood up groggily, feeling a twinge between her legs, and she moved closer to the door.

“You really are a bastard,” Nora said, sounding like she meant it. “She isn’t even a St. Stephens girl.”

“Now, now,” Edward soothed. “I’ve done her a favor, you know, loosened her up a bit. Maybe now she won’t be quite such a little bitch. Besides, I know how much you enjoy watching. How much of that would there be if I were a boy scout?”

“Which part of watching were you referring to?” Nora asked.

“All of it, I think. Her watching you, you watching me – that part mostly.”

One moment Yvonne was feeling warm and dreamy, the next she was wide awake. Suddenly the last two weeks looked completely different.

It had been planned, she realized. All of it. The meeting, the friendship, the invitations, the intimacy, the trust.

“What I really enjoy watching,” Nora continued, sounding serene again, “is your suave technique.”

Yvonne heard a playful slap sound against bare flesh.

Edward chuckled. “Oh, there’s really nothing to it. At that age you just need to get them out of their clothes, and the rest follows inevitably.”

“It doesn’t seem to be working with that Norwegian ice princess. She’s in our hot tub every weekend and you aren’t getting anywhere.”

“Yes, that one’s a challenge, I’ll concede. It’s their culture, you know. They’re used to being naked in public. It’s all those saunas. But we’ll have Yvonne to keep us entertained for a while longer. I’d at least like to have Jake finish our portrait. Did I ever tell you what happened the day we were posing?”

Yvonne turned away feeling ill. She’d been an idiot. She’d been blinded by her own self-absorption, by her social climbing. But she was done with that. The sick feeling passed and was replaced by diamond-hard determination. That was one painting that wasn’t going to hang on their wall like some damned trophy. They hadn’t heard the last of her. She wasn’t sure how yet, but she’d find a way to make them remember her a little less charitably. Yes, maybe they’d done her a favor. But it wasn’t one she’d asked for, and she sure as hell didn’t feel grateful.

Grimly, Yvonne pushed open the shower room door, walked in past an astonished Nora and Edward, and grabbed her clothes. She needed to go home and patch things up with Kate. And then she had some unfinished business with a certain swimmer.

That’s all for now. I’m always grateful for feedback, especially as regards my female characters. Not being one myself, it’s hard to know if I’m getting them right!