With that we are quiet in contemplation. The only sounds are the cries of the seagulls and the breeze whispering through the treetops. I am the first to break the quiet. “Those are some good points from both of you. After hearing that, I don’t think we should have a threesome. It really wouldn’t satisfy most of my questions, anyway. Thank you so much for being so candid and thoughtful and for explaining this to me in such a caring way. It makes me love you both, all the more.”
Then Ricky speaks up. “It makes me wonder if I should be more open to talk about experiences with you both. It is not fair for you two to have questions about the other and not have them answered. Avoiding the topic is probably what has fostered intolerable curiosity. Does that make any sense? Would either of you object if I shared intimate details with the other? How would you feel about that?”
I shake my head, ‘no’, and looking at Ricky’s mom, she is shaking her head as well.
Ricky’s mom looks at me and says, “Lacey, I think you and I need to talk more. Being a woman, I can probably answer some of your questions more from a woman’s perspective. I would love to help you become a better lover, and I am sure that I can learn from you, as well.”
We are quiet for a time, each lost in our own thoughts. I like the idea of being more open and asking questions. Ricky has been really careful to not tell me about he and his mother’s relationship. Now that is not a taboo topic any more. And Ricky’s mom has opened the door to talk with me as well. I begin to catalog, mentally, a list of questions for them both.
After a while, I noticed Ricky’s mom has a book open, reading, and Ricky is napping. Screwing up my courage, I ask Ricky’s mom if she would like to take a walk with me along the beach. She doesn’t hesitate, but puts her book down and says, “Of course. I will be delighted to walk with you!”
We strike out, walking along the beach together. She points out a group of dolphins, playing just offshore. One of them is a young dolphin, only a third the size of the adults. I ask her what her favorite part of the trip is , so far. She replies, “I think it would be the part of spending time with you and Ricky. What about you?”
I reply, “Same here. I have known you ever since I got out of diapers, but I haven’t really known you. I am so glad that we are growing closer. I feel like I can ask you things that I could never ask my mom. Speaking of which, I have a really weird question for you. I have been dying to ask you about your clit. It seems a little larger than most. Is it more sensitive than average?”
We come to a stop on the beach and she pulls up on her mound and opens her legs so that she can get a better look at her clit. “I cannot be sure, since I have only ever had this one, with no basis for comparison. But it might be more sensitive, since it has greater surface area. But on the other hand, it might have become desensitized since it protrudes from its hood and rubs on my pants all the time. All I know is that it is my feel-good center!” and we both laugh.
I ask, “Do you like to have it sucked on? Every time I see it, I just want to suck on it?”
She replies, “Sure, if I am aroused enough. And I don’t like anyone to touch it right after I have had an orgasm. But yeah, Ricky likes to start out blowing on my clit, then he will rub around my clit, then suck on it. He also likes to rub my clit with the soft head of his penis. That feels so good it drives me crazy!”
I continue to ask questions. “Ricky says you two make a lot of noise when you make love. What’s that like for you? Are you talking about things? Or telling him what feels good? Or just like moans and cries?”
She looks down, thinking, “I don’t know that I have really analyzed it. But I think it would be all of the things you mentioned. And laughing. Sometimes we laugh a lot. I try to give a lot of encouragement when something feels good. We switch positions a lot and experiment with different techniques. I like to be on top sometimes so I can control the depth, the angle and the speed. I like to hit my g-spot.”
“One more question. I don’t know how many other lovers you have had, but I was wondering; How does Ricky compare with other men? I mean like with his technique and how does his dick compare? Especially since he is circumcised?”
Ricky’s mom answers, “I can’t tell any difference in the way a circumcised penis feels compared to uncircumcised. By the way, the choice to circumcise was purely for hygienic reasons. Jim was circumcised and he liked it and thought we should have Ricky done as well. They claim that a man loses some sensation if they are circumcised, but that doesn’t seem to be a problem for Ricky. As to his size, he is very average. He might be a little under average as far as girth, but that will probably change as he gets older. He is plenty big enough to satisfy most women. In my opinion, Ricky is a little slower, a little more gentle lover than most. He likes to take his time, and I think it is because he likes to make it last. He is also focused on pleasing his lover. I think that is because of the relationship he has with you and I. He very much loves and cares for us and wants to make us happy. He is not just having random sex for the purpose of getting off.”
I say, “I feel bad asking such difficult, personal questions. It has been good for me, though. But I’m sorry if I embarrassed you or put you on the spot.”
“Oh, no. Not at all.” She replies. “Talking about it causes me to analyze my sex life and will help me to be more present in the moment. Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“Of course not. Anything.” I offer.
She hesitates before speaking, trying to figure out how to ask the question that she has on her mind. “How do you feel about Ricky and I? I mean about us having sex and all?”
I do not hesitate, “I think it has been a good thing. Sometimes I am tempted to feel jealous; you have a perfect body with lots of muscle, you have better access to Ricky, you have more experience and know what you are doing. But I know that your relationship is only temporary. I also know that I have benefitted by the things that you have taught Ricky. Even though Ricky loves you very much, I know that he loves me a lot, too. Ricky calls me his soul mate and he makes me feel special.”
Ricky’s mom nods her head, looking thoughtful. We walk on in silence. She asks me about what career I am thinking of, If I know where I want to live, and about my relationship with my parents. We have been visiting for about an hour and a half, when we find ourselves back near where we began. Ricky is just waking up from his nap, and looks around like he is lost. As we approach, he says, “You’re back. I thought maybe you two had run off into the sunset and I might never see you again.”
Just then a man approaches, pushing a two wheeled, stainless steel cart. He stops and says something to us in Spanish, opens his cart and brings out plates of food. He presents three fresh lettuce salads, topped with steamed seafood, as we had ordered earlier. He uses an opener to remove the caps from three frosty bottles of Cerveza, which he passes around. Ricky’s mom says something to him in Spanish and he smiles, replies and backs away. We fall upon the food with relish. The cool, refreshing salad is perfect for the warm afternoon, and the fresh seafood is tasty.
We visit amiably while eating, and when we are done, Ricky suggests we try out the large hot tub near the change house. Slipping into the warm water we relax. A middle aged couple is already in the tub when we get in. I settle back in the seat and watch my boobs. They appear to be floating on the water. We introduce ourselves to the couple who were in the tub when we got in. I discover that they are from the same town in California where my uncle Steve lives, though they do not know him. Thinking about uncle Steve and the hot tub reminds me of Vanessa, Brad and uncle Steve in his hot tub. I still wonder what Vanessa had going on with Brad under the water. This lady, who introduces herself as Tami, says “I wish I could design a hot tub. I would put nozzles in the seat, where they are really needed.” And we all had a laugh. “You have to be a gymnast to get your kitty or your nipples in the blast from these jets.”
When we begin to sweat in the hot tub, we bid adieu to Tami and her man and go into the recreation building to pick up snorkels, masks and fins to enjoy swimming and looking for fish in the Caribbean. The attendant tells us that the reef is less than a hundred feet off the beach in front of the resort. Arriving at the water, we don our equipment and venture into the water. The temperature is perfect, and we are soon gliding on the surface of the water, heading out to the reef. The inky blue Caribbean water is very clear. Right away, we see fish darting about before our eyes.
Arriving at the reef, we see schools of bright colored fish, and as we glide along slowly, they show little fear of us. The fish are so close, I feel as if I could reach out and touch them. When I actually stretch out my hand, the fish scoot out of reach quickly. The variety of fish seems to be endless. We see fish of all colors, shapes and sizes; rays, eels and even a lumbering sea turtle. Snorkeling is so relaxing, just gliding around with little effort, thanks to the fins on our feet.
All at once, a large gray shape is coming at me fast from out of nowhere. It is moving so fast, there is no hope of getting out of the way. I am frozen with fear and feel a jolt of adrenaline surge through my system and in my head I scream ‘shark’, but underwater, no one can hear me. Just before reaching me, it turns and veers away and then I can see that it was not a shark, but a dolphin. Relief washes over me like a flood, but my heart is still hammering. The dolphin is gone, now, but I still worry. I wonder if dolphins ever hurt swimmers? The thought of sharks never entered my mind when I got into the water. Do they come up around these reefs? I keep a wary eye after this fright.
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