Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  “Let’s go to the pool!” Charlotte said excitedly and took out her bikini from her bag. “I need a Martini and I need it stat!”

  Sophie whistled as Charlotte came out of the dressing room. She hadn’t changed a bit – tall, tanned and incredibly lean. No wonder she was so eager to get into that costume.

  Mia glanced at Sophie, “I’m almost afraid to put on mine now,” she said as she touched her belly. Mia, although the complete opposite of Charlotte, was exquisite. She’d been pretty in school but her real looks only came through in her twenties. It was then that she had cut her hair as short as a boy which suddenly emphasized all of her features. She was tiny and the short hair gave her an elfin look that was adorable. She popped on her bikini and complained that her breasts were too small.

  “Please,” Sophie said while admiring her friend, “you’d look silly with big boobs. You’re perfect the way you are. And now comes the turn of the great big monster to put on her bikini – shade your eyes! Shade your eyes!” Sophie, the more curvy of the three girls popped on her bikini (and not a costume like she had said) and did a dramatic pose in front of the mirror. She wasn’t tall like Charlotte or petite like Mia, but she was curvaceous in all the right places. She’d put on a bit of weight over the years but luckily for her this had gone mostly to her breasts. Mia sighed, “I’d kill for your boobs.”

  The three of them laughed. This is how they had always been. Always complaining about themselves and always complimenting each other. They got their towels and headed straight to the pool – arm in arm. Well they actually headed straight to the bar, got themselves some cocktails and then headed to the pool. There was a smaller pool within the bigger pool that nobody was using. The perfect spot for the three of them to sit and catch up. The pool was surrounded by a section created specifically to keep your drinks on without spilling and if they wanted more they simply had to call someone over and they’d literally get into the pool to bring it to them. Sophie was laughing the entire time, “I just cannot get over this place. I swear I was in such a hurry to choose a place that I had barely looked at the photos. I just knew that it had a pool and a bar – that was really all I needed to know. What I didn’t know, however, was how hot the waiters would be.” And just like that she made everyone down their drinks and then quickly called the waiter over to ask for more. The poor guy had to wade in the pool to get to them, his shorts clinging to his thighs. “I wonder how many times I can do that before he gets annoyed with me.”

  The three girls sat together like this for the next few hours, calling the waiter several times who by now had already learnt all their names and knew which drink they would want. He also came back with snacks each time and stared with big eyes at Mia the entire time. It was probably because Mia looked so young – the waiter probably thought he actually had a shot with her. Sophie loved watching Mia blush every time he came past. Mia had no intention of making a move with him but it was always nice to get attention from someone – and Sophie knew that out of everyone Mia needed it the most. Derrick was a good husband but he didn’t always make Mia feel as beautiful as she should feel. This weekend I’m going to make sure that Mia walks away feeling beautiful and wanted.

  By the time they got out of the pool they couldn’t walk straight. They hadn’t realized just how many cocktails they’d actually had because they had been sitting down the whole time. As soon as they got up the world begun to spin and the three of them held hands all the way back to the room. As they were about to go to the room the waiter came rushing up to them. “Thanks for the fun afternoon girls. Did you know you have access to a private hot tub? I think the guy at the desk was meant to tell you but he’s new so I’m not sure if he did. The last thing I want is for you to spend the whole weekend here without knowing about the hot tub. We even got the place ready for you guys.”

  The waiter walked with them to their room and showed them where the door was. It was some secret door hidden behind the bookshelf and inside was a room dedicated solely to a hot tub. The water was adjustable as were the lights. Inside was a bottle of champagne in a bucket, a bowl of strawberries and a slab of chocolate. “Are you girls celebrating something?” He asked, still looking at Mia. “We most certainly are!” said Sophie and then looked at him until he quickly scampered out. “Shame Sophie – you scared the poor guy away!” “Well I had to, otherwise he would probably have tried to join us so that he could get Mia’s number.” They laughed and climbed inside the hot tub. The temperature was warm and felt so good after the cold pool. They poured themselves some champagne and shared around the strawberries and chocolate. This was the life!

  “You know girls,” Sophie began, “I love my husband, I really do. And I love my terrible twins. Just the same I know you love your family. We’re lucky. But the three of us have always been so strong together – we’ve seen each other through everything. And yet lately none of us have made the time for each other. Sure, we phone and email and see each other on special occasions – but it’s not enough. I miss you both so much. And let me tell you something – I have never in my life felt this free!” They cheered to that and all agreed.

  “Sassy Sophie is here again,” and just like that she pulled her bikini right off. Then she looked at Mia and Charlotte. “Go on – your turn.”

  On a normal occasion, they would’ve had protested (well on a normal occasion Sophie would never have done this) but they were all feeling happy and the alcohol was running through their veins. Mia stood up first, taking off her bikini top and then her bottom and doing a quick little naked dance before getting back into the water. Then Charlotte stood up and did the same, this time mooning them before she sat down. The three of them had always been very open and honest with each other but this was a first – even for them.

  “I have something to admit,” Sophie said – spurred on by this sudden bravery. She took another sip of the champagne, “I have always wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl. Have you guys ever done it? Although if you have I’m going to kill you for not telling me.”

  They both admitted that they hadn’t and both said that they had been curious. “I feel like such a bore,” Charlotte said, “I’ve hardly been with anyone but Peter. And we don’t do any fun stuff.”

  “Ah, it’s the same for me. The sex is simply not that great between Derrick and me. He’s amazing – you know that – and he’ll never ever do anything to hurt me. But he’s just not a passionate type of guy. I can’t even be upset about that. It’s the reason I chose him.”

  “So would it be, uh, would it be –

  Sophie faltered, suddenly shy? “Would it be what? Spit it out Sassy Sophie!”

  “Well, would it be cheating if the three of us kissed each other? You know, for experimental purposes and all?” As the words came out her mouth she groaned – well this was embarrassing. It was a thought she’d had for a very long time but had never dared to actually say anything.

  For a few seconds there was silence. Then Mia spoke up. “I’m in!”

  Charlotte who had been just sitting there watching suddenly burst out laughing, “I’m in too. No way are you guys doing this without me. And to answer your question Sophie – no, it wouldn’t be cheating. Because the three of us are like one person! It’s always been us against the world.”

  ***

  Mia

  When Sophie had mentioned that she wanted to try kissing them to see what it was like Mia felt her arousal immediately rise. She never wanted any other man apart from Derrick but she was also desperate to have some passion in her life. Something that could make her feel beautiful again. She knew Derrick loved her – but passion was simply not in his nature. There was nothing wrong with that, but it was still a part of her that she battled to ignore. She’d managed quite well over the years, having sex on occasion and simply pleasing herself in between. Pleasing herself had become something she was actually quite good at now. She knew exactly what to do and how to do it well, but it was never the same. There was
nothing in the world that could quite beat the feeling of being intimate with another human being. But when Sophie suggested something beyond what she had ever done before she knew that it was what her life was missing. The alcohol had given them confidence but the thought had probably been within each and every one of them. After all, they had been best friends for a very long time. Long enough time for a few stray thoughts to enter their minds. In fact, the most recurring thing that Mia thought of whenever she pleased herself, was being with Sophie or Charlotte. She had no idea that these thoughts actually might come true one day.

  “Right, so then let’s get started. No use beating around the bush if you don’t mind the pun. Now let’s see. Who should I kiss first? Okay, Mia you’re up,” She could hear that Sophie was nervous but as usual was trying to pretend as if she was confident. Mia knew why she did this. If you could make yourself sound confident then hopefully you’ll start feeling confident too. Mia slid up to Sophie while Charlotte blew wolf whistles. Then slowly, they came together and kissed. It was slow and gentle and Mia was surprised at how soft Sophie’s lifts were compared to her husband. It went on a bit longer than she expected and when she pulled away she wondered if Sophie had heard how loud and fast her heart was beating. “Wow,” said Charlotte, “Okay that was hot guys. Oh man if only the waiter had walked in just then. I think the poor guy would’ve fainted on the spot. Do you guys realize that not only did you just kiss but you did it naked? Okay my turn.”

  Mia marvelled at how truly self-possessed Charlotte seemed at that moment. Charlotte moved in closer to Mia. “Me again?” Mia said, acting flattered. Kissing Charlotte was different to kissing Sophie but it was also different to kissing Derrick. Charlotte had to duck down to kiss Mia, which made Mia feel as if Charlotte was the one in control. It was quite sexy. Then, it was time for Sophie and Charlotte to kiss, and Sophie bravely came forward and sat on top of Charlotte, wrapping her arms completely around her. Mia watched on mesmerized as the two of them kissed. It was one thing taking part in the kissing but watching it was another story.

  But then while Mia watched she noticed that the two of them were not stopping. Perhaps it was because they had their naked bodies wrapped around each other, but Charlotte and Sophie were getting more and more into it. They weren’t just kissing now, they were feeling each other all over. Mia almost felt as if she was intruding on them but then Charlotte reached out to take her hand. Mia came over and the three of them took turns kissing one another and feeling each other. Mia had never felt another woman’s breasts before and she was surprised by how much she enjoyed it. Then, feeling bold, she got up and sat at the edge of the hot tub, so that just her feet were in the water.

  She then opened her legs and pulled Sophie towards her. Sophie, who was at that moment still wrapped around Charlotte, looked surprised and then excited by the sudden change of direction. Sophie lay in front of Mia, and kissed her legs all the way from the knee to the middle, where finally her tongue found its way inside her. While she was doing this Charlotte got up and sat next to Mia – kissing her. Mia had never felt anything like this before. With Charlotte kissing her on the mouth and touching her breasts and Sophie licking her until she came – she experienced a kind of ecstasy that she never thought possible. It was pure adulterated joy and she never wanted it to end. After that each girl had a turn with each other, and the three of them came more times in that one night than they probably had in months with their husbands. They knew each other so well and this form of intimacy only made them closer.

  By the time they were finished they were exhausted. They lay in the hot tub, with the temperature turned to cool and waited for their breathing to return back to normal. The strange thing was that Mia didn’t even feel bad for what had happened. It was true what Charlotte said – the three of them were one and the same. They were, and had always been, one person living in three separate bodies. It was them against the world.

  “So,” Mia said, finally breaking the silence and looking at Sophie, “Can you organize a holiday like this every year?”

  They all burst out laughing. “Every year? Oh Mia, I’m going to need that at least every month!”

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 49

  Chapter 1: The Home Coming

  My head still spins from the hangover last night. It was truly one of the best closing parties I have attended, with all those hot, amazing college girls swinging their hips as they grind on horny men’s crotches on the dance floor and who-knows-where all night. I know they’re good fishes to catch whenever I cross paths with them around the university’s hallways, but I never thought them to be wild girls after a few drinks.

  Probably whoever notices me in the bus gets weirded out by the sleazy smile I draw on my face. I can’t help it. My brain plays on rewind the night’s bliss, and what happens after the door closes with me and Carina behind it.

  Just mere thinking of her irresistible curves and beautiful face, I can feel my body warm and fuzzy. I have been eyeing on her all semester, and last night was my shining moment. Seeing her seducing stares every time I gave her long gazes, I know she’s up for it.

  My crotch grows with a bulge as I imagine her in that tight, red dress highlighting every inch of her voluptuous body. Those supple, perky tits peek with the delicious cleavage peeking from her plunging neckline. Her bouncy, fat ass bounces every time she grooves to the beat of the music, and I can’t help but miss the sensation she sends whenever she grinds her big booty against me.

  But now, all those fairytale shits and fantastic nights are supposed to end. My erection goes limp as the bus stops. A heavy exhale escapes my mouth as I spot a stout woman that mounts on the bus, scanning the seats for a vacant spot to settle. As she locks her sight beside me, she walks towards my direction. She bounces her fat ass on my side, crushing my side as she squeezes her butt to fit on the single-seater vacancy insufficient for her size. I gasp, trying my best to free my hand trapped from her side. I groan as her waist grinds towards more than half of my body.

  Great. My miserable vacation is yet to begin.

  The travel has dragged for hours, the early snippet of how my boring summer break unveiling so soon before me. My phone buzzes on vibrate in my pocket, but I can’t yank it out. Not in this helpless situation. I try to release my hand from the woman’s hips, but she crushes my arm more with every attempt. I clear my throat a couple of times, but she’s good at ignoring me.

  The bus screeches in a stop, and the fat woman stands up to leave for the station. I feel a weight has been lifted off of my chest, and it’s a literal statement other than anything else.

  I fish out my phone, hoping for Carina to text me back. I know it’s a crazy night, but I wish I could keep in touch with her. Instead, three messages and one missed call from mom and pop from the screen. Before I open any of her emails, another incoming call flashes before me.

  “Patrick, where are you?” A mix of worry and anger courses through her voice. I try to distance the phone from my ears, the familiar high-pitched tone deafening me.

  “I’m almost home.” I reduce my voice into a whisper, but the loudness of her voice resonates. The couple seating before me gives me conscious looks, disturbed by the echoes of my mother’s scolds over the phone.

  “Vincent came home yesterday.” I frown upon hearing her tone rising. That dumbass is such a puss. I almost cringe on my seat, mortified by the attention I’m earning over this phone call.

  “I’m coming. Talk to you later.” I speak through gritted teeth, the desperation to cut the call immediately and burning in me. I press the end call, put the phone on silent mode and stand up to drop off on the next bus stop. I can’t endure the unwanted attention people are interested.

  I drop off three stations before our street. With the duffel bag and backpack at my grasp, I fight the regret of carrying them for a couple of steps more. I remind myself that it’s the least troublesome choi
ce faced with this forthcoming event. I can’t risk the embarrassment I’ll face when my mother stands before the bus stop, waiting to kick me in the ass and reprimand me like a child.

  Just before I reach our street, I spot her figure. Hands on her waist, with her head facing my direction. I have thoughts of running for the last minute, but it’s a pretty bad idea that will root up for worse situations coming. After a taking a deep breath, I progress forward.

  “Where the hell have you been, Patrick?” Her voice echoes over the neighborhood. I can feel our neighbors peeping through their windows, covering their physique over their thick, colorful curtains. I clutch my bag and take bigger steps, hoping she tones down when I reach closer.

  “I told you,mom, I need to do some things at the university.” I feel stupid explaining myself. She snatches the duffel bag from my grasp. She marches forward towards our front porch, carrying the heavy stuff with ease. Perhaps adrenaline rush topped with wrath keeps her going.

  “I also told you about today’s catering and that I need your help.” I can sense that this is going to be a long reprimand. I follow her from behind, thinking of positive, happy thoughts other than settling for the hot, boiling pot of anger she’s trapping me in.