© 2011, All rights reserved -- mimaster
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Sitting up in bed, I looked out the huge window in front of me, seeing nothing but stars in the sky. It was a picture perfect night, and I sighed at how beautiful it was; how peaceful. Peaceful that is, except for faint sound the girlish giggling I could hear in the distance. The same giggling that had somehow entered into the dream I'd been having, stirring me in the middle of the night.
It wasn't hard to figure out that it was Ann and Carol, even at three in the morning. After all, the large king sized bed I was in was now empty except for me. When I'd fallen asleep hours before, I'd had Carol to my left and Ann to my right, the three of us naked, sweaty and exhausted. Yet I didn't worry that they were gone. I knew exactly where they were, the sound of splashing giving them away along with their incessant laughter.
It wasn't the first time Ann had left me in the middle of the night to go skinny-dipping in a swimming pool with another hot babe. She'd done the same thing with Tina at the Holiday Inn when we had first gotten back to Indiana. I didn't find out about that time until the next day, because I'd been so worn out from the night, and the week, that they couldn't wake me up.
I was pretty sure that wasn't the case this time, though. Mainly because I did wake up, caused by the way they were carrying on outside. I got out of bed to look out the window, expecting to see them frolicking in the water, grabbing at each other's naked bodies. Or perhaps I'd even witness a little lesbian action in the wee morning hours. But as I gazed out onto Carol's enormous property, toward the big pool below, they were doing something I hadn't considered at all. They were...racing.
Ann and Carol were swimming back and forth across the length of the pool, each pushing the other to go faster. I watched them each do four lengths back and forth, with Ann hitting the far wall first at the end of the last lap. She quickly got out of the water, raising her arms in triumph, while Carol started cursing.
"Four out of seven!" Carol snapped as she climbed out, standing like she was ready to dive in again.
Ann put her toes on the edge of the pool and bent at the waist touching her toes. Looking over, she said, "Do you really think you're going to beat me three straight times?"
Carol answered by saying, "Ready, set...GO!"
I got to the pool just in time to see Ann getting out of the water, once again victorious. Carol dejectedly climbed out, creating a pool of her own as the water dripped off her sexy body, landing on the patio at her feet.
Ann looked toward her, winded but confident. "I suppose you want to go five out of nine now, right?" she said with her hands on her hips.
"YES," Carol panted as she bent over, her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I approached them.
"Losing," Carol said with a huff.
"And I won!" Ann said as she ran around the corner of the pool, jumping into my arms, wrapping hers around my neck; her thighs squeezing my waist so I wouldn't drop her slippery body. She kissed me excitedly, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. When she finally finished frenching me, she let go and stood in front of me, her smile brightening the night.
"You act like you won something other than a race," I said.
"I did," she said, dropping to her knees. She grabbed my limp shaft and licked the head, before looking up at me. "I won your cock. I get to fuck you first," she said proudly.
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Carol sat nervously at her dining room table, eating a fresh garden salad out of a big bowl. And it was fresh. As good as the pizza was from the place where Barry worked, and it was very, very good...the salad was incredible. I mean, it was just a salad, but the contents were so fresh, it tasted...well, incredible.
There were all kinds of things in it besides the three different kinds of lettuce. There were carrots, and radishes. There were diced onions and peppers, and several other garden variety items. It even came with little cups on the side filled with hard-boiled egg, real bacon bits, and huge croutons that you could add.
When Ann's fork pulled out a big slice of cucumber, she started cackling as she showed it to me. That had me laughing along with her. And that got Carol's mind off her troubles long enough to ask what was so funny.
"Oh...nothing. It's an inside joke," Ann said as stuffed the contents on her fork into her mouth.
"Very inside," I said with a chuckle, "somewhere warm and wet."
"What in the world does that mean?" Carol asked.
Ann ended up telling Carol a story...well,
the
story, about me telling her to use a cucumber as a stand in for my cock. When Ann said that she had to search for one that was as thick as my shaft, and she couldn't find one quite that big, Carol laughed. Then she said that when she used it, she had never felt so stuffed before. Carol questioned her, saying it didn't make sense with what she'd just said about not finding one thick enough.
Ann shrugged and said, "Neil and I hadn't had sex yet...other than me sucking him off in my parent's driveway."
That thought seemed too unreal to me. It was hard to imagine that there had actually been a time when I hadn't made love to her. In fact, I couldn't grasp the idea that there was ever a time when I didn't love her.
Somewhere, deep inside my heart, there was Ann. She'd always been there, waiting for us to find each other. Waiting for fate to align the heavens and stars; waiting to bring us together in a place and time in our lives where her very essence could touch that spot in my heart, lighting me on fire. And I believed in my heart that she had a similar place in hers; one that I ignited that night in Indiana when she stepped out on my friend Matt's patio and said hello.
She got to the part of the story where she used that same cucumber in a salad she and I ate a couple days later when we had dinner at her parents' house, and how her Dad asked for some cucumber in HIS salad. Hearing her recount that odd moment, Carol nearly choked on the one she was eating. But she had a good laugh, and she was in a much better mood as we finished our dinner.
It wasn't like she was in a bad mood before. She was just preoccupied, her mind wandering. She seemed nervous...almost flighty, but Ann and I made the best of it. When she finally snapped out of it, she apologized for being a poor hostess.
Ann scoffed at the very notion. "That's crap, Carol. We're having a wonderful time."
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah...I've never been invited to a home where the hostess is naked all the time."
Carol laughed, and then she sighed. "I still can't believe I fucked Barry," she said, staring out the window towards the chase lounge she'd been tied to.
"Actually, I think he fucked you," Ann said as she took a bite of her pizza.
She grinned, her eyes still focused in the distance. "Yeah...you're right. He did fuck me, didn't he?"
"Um hmm, and you look like you loved every minute of it."
She paused for a second, her face suddenly full of wonder. "Did I really look like I was in love?"
"Is that what's been bothering you?" I asked.
"Huh...oh. No. It's just...I forgot all about you fucking my ass."
"Well...we don't..."
"Oh yes...we do. I mean, I want to, but..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes still staring out the window.
