Author's Note:
This is a sequel to "A Week On The Lake" and "Snowed In." A few of the characters in this story appear in the "Lucky Cable Guy" stories also. Readers of my previous stories will already be aware that sometimes my group sex scenes involve guys messing around with each other, "so if that doesn't seem like your particular brand of vodka, help yourself to as much food as you like, and have a safe journey, no hard feelings. Otherwise, come with me."
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Sometime after midnight. Saturday morning.
"Your cock feels so fucking good, Will," she groaned. "I love the way it feels when you fuck me."
Barely able to keep my eyes open, I grunted stupidly in reply and continued to paw and suck her magnificent tits. She'd managed to get me hard again, even after the extended extravagant hedonism of the bonfire orgy just a couple of hours finished. But then her tits had never failed at resurrecting my libido before.
"I love your cock, Will," she crooned. "Fuck me. Give it to me. I need it."
I began to buck my hips in sporadic rhythmless thrusts and she responded with moans louder and more urgent. My technique was terrible, and I was in danger of falling asleep on top of her at any minute.
"I need you, Will," she said. "I love you."
The haze descending over my consciousness lifted and my eyes snapped open and looked down at Becky squirming beneath me, a look of desire and lust on her beautiful freckled face.
She tried not to let her disappointment show when I said nothing but "What?" But I could see the light in her eyes briefly wane.
"Todd and I broke up," she said. "Two weeks ago."
"Oh my God, Becky," I said. "I'm so sorry." It was bizarre attempting to comfort a friend with my cock rock-hard and buried to the hilt in her pussy. We'd decided to do a room swap when we got back from the island, and Becky had been strangely insistent on making sure she ended up with me.
"No it's okay," she said, wrapping her legs around mine when she sensed me beginning to pull back, forcing me back to full depth inside her. "It was a mutual decision. We're still friends. I mean, we still came to the lake together."
"I'm with Eva," I said. "I love her. You know that, right?"
"Of course I do," she smiled. "I'm not going to try to break you guys up. I just wanted you to know that I love you."
I looked at her and watched the color rise in her cheeks.
"I have to tell Eva about this," I said.
"I know you do," she said.
* * *
Eight days earlier
"Which one?" Eva said, holding up a colorful bikini top in each hand.
"Both," I said and smiled. "Or neither."
"Hey, you never know," she shrugged. "The cabin next door could have people in it this time."
"So?" I said, grinning wider.
Eva would turn out to be correct, although even the presence of next-door neighbors would not be enough incentive for us to keep our clothes on this week.
* * *
The First Saturday
There was some unexpected commotion to start off our week of relaxation and fun in the sun, beginning right when Jack pulled into the driveway at the cabin. Eva and I had carpooled up with Jack and Sophie as planned, and it had been a very pleasant drive. We'd stopped for a bathroom break and a bite to eat after the first couple of hours, and when we climbed back into Jack's SUV, Sophie and Eva insisted we rearrange the seating. So I'd spent the second half of the long drive in the back seat with Sophie, while Eva rode shotgun.
"What are you guys up to back there?" Jack teased, as if he hadn't noticed his girlfriend strip every stitch of clothing off, just ten minutes after we'd merged back onto the freeway. Eva shut him up by unzipping his shorts and fishing out his cock.
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"What the fuck is this?" Jack's cry of dismay woke me up. Sophie was mostly dressed again, leaning against me and snoring lightly. I yawned and stretched and Sophie stirred beside me.
We were in the driveway outside the cabin, and there were already two other cars there.
"Is that Maggie's car?" Sophie yawned.
"What the fuck is Maggie doing here?" Jack growled.
"Who's Maggie?" Eva looked back at me.
"Beats me," I shrugged.