by Opal Carew
“We all met up here, actually. About four years ago,” Craig said. “Sammie Reed often used to have big parties and barbecues at the other cottage when his parents still owned it. He’d invite people from Beneton Lodge and the surrounding campground. You know, where the marina is. There are a lot of trailers there on a seasonal basis. They’re a pretty sociable group.”
Sandra wondered what Aimee thought about all kinds of people invading her island.
Aimee laughed. “We had some great times. We should do something like that this summer.”
Craig grinned. “That’s a great idea.”
“What do you think, James?” Aimee asked. “You in?”
“Sure thing.” James smiled at Sandra. “But not this weekend.”
Sandra stared into his gorgeous blue-gray eyes with the navy ring around the edges, and her breath caught at the heat simmering there.
* * *
Sandra pulled on her camisole and loose boxers and climbed into bed. A pleasant breeze wafted in through the screen and the sound of crickets filled the air. Moonlight washed the bed in a soft glow.
She was tired so had finally excused herself to head off to bed since Aimee was a night owl and seemed in no hurry to end the evening.
The sound of the patio door gliding open drifted in from outside, then footsteps along the deck.
“It was really great seeing you again, Aimee.” Craig’s deep voice came clearly through her open window.
“It was nice seeing you, too.”
Silence, followed by a faint sigh, made Sandra’s ears perk up. They must be at the end of the deck, which was only about a foot or so from her window, but around the corner. They probably had no idea she could hear them.
“I’ve missed you. A lot,” Craig said. “Are you sure you don’t want to come back and join me tonight?”
“I’m tempted, but this weekend is about helping Sandra. If both you and James showed an interest in her, it would build her confidence. I thought you’d find her attractive.”
“I do. She’s a beautiful woman. So you don’t mind sharing me?”
“Oh, do you like the idea of sharing?” Aimee asked teasingly.
Craig chuckled. “If you’re talking about a threesome, I’m in.”
Sandra’s eyes widened and her fingers tightened around the bedclothes. Oh, no. Aimee wouldn’t.
“I’m not talking about me and—” Aimee’s words were interrupted by the sound of the patio door sliding open.
“Sorry, I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” James asked.
“No, of course not.” Aimee’s voice moved away as she talked. “I’ll walk you to the path.”
Sandra could hear footsteps on the wooden steps of the deck.
“Oh, damn,” Aimee said.
“What is it?” James asked.
“Sandra’s window is open.”
Sandra’s breathing stopped. Great. Now Aimee knew Sandra had heard their conversation.
“Good night, guys. Thanks for cooking dinner.” Aimee’s voice grew closer to the cottage.
“No problem,” Craig said. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Sandra heard the sliding door glide closed and a click as Aimee locked it. A moment later, she heard a tap on her bedroom door.
“You awake, Sandra?”
For a split second she considered pretending she was asleep, but immediately discarded the idea. “Yeah. Come on in.”
The door opened and the light from the hall streamed into the room. Sandra sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.
“You heard?”
Sandra nodded.
“You know, I didn’t mean anything by it. I know you can find guys on your own. I … just wanted to help.”
Sandra nodded. “I know.”
Aimee stepped into the room and walked toward the bed. “Are you mad at me?” She sat down beside Sandra.
Sandra smiled. “Of course not.” She wrapped her arms around Aimee in a big hug. “You’ve been a great friend. You’ve been there for me through the whole aftermath of my divorce. I love that you want to help me out.” She released Aimee and smiled sheepishly. “I just hope the guys don’t think I’m some kind of pathetic loser.” Especially James.
“Are you kidding? You said you heard us outside. Craig is hoping for a threesome.”
Sandra rolled her eyes sideways and grinned. “Yeah, well. He’s a guy. That goes without saying.”
Aimee grinned. “He finds you attractive.”
“I’m sure he just said that in hopes of talking you into a threesome.”
“No way. You’re not getting away with that. He found you attractive. And you know James does.”
Sandra shrugged, not sure how to accept the compliment.
“You know, since you and James already have the hots for each other, he’d be perfect to … you know … jump into action with.”
Sandra’s cheeks burned. “Um, I don’t know. I wouldn’t feel comfortable just jumping into bed with a guy I haven’t seen for more than ten years. It’s not even like we’ve done it before. In fact, we’re practically strangers.”
“Well, we have three days. You guys can take that time to get to know each other again.”
Sandra shook her head. “Not going to happen.”
Aimee lifted her feet onto the bed and leaned against the headboard beside Sandra. “You know, that idea about the threesome—”
“Was a joke. I know.”
Aimee stared at her for a moment, her eyes entirely too serious. “You know, all those items on the list … You’ve got to admit, those fantasies are hot. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about living any of them out.”
“Come on, Aimee. You don’t really mean to suggest that you and me and Craig—”
“No, honey. I mean you and Craig and James.”
Sandra’s breath caught as shock bolted through her.
But as the blood thundered through her veins, she had to admit that was an inspired idea.
Aimee’s face beamed and she leaned closer to Sandra and nudged her arm. “Oh, my God. You’re considering it.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are, too. Oh, honey, just think how sexy it would be. Two gorgeous guys, both totally intent on giving you pleasure. They’d go for it, you know. I’m sure they would. And since you’re on the pill now and the guys have been recently tested, you don’t even have to worry about pesky condoms, so if you want to enjoy some water activities—”
“Aimee, stop it. I could never do that.”
Sure, she’d gone on the pill again, but that was so she was ready when she met someone. Started dating. Not random sex at the cottage.
Aimee grinned. “Never say never.”
“Anyway, you and Craig—”
“Are old news.”
“You didn’t sound like old news out there when he kissed you.”
Aimee’s mouth formed an O. “You were watching?”
“No, but sometimes silence speaks volumes. And that silence when he told you he’d missed you…” Sandra shrugged.
“Sandra, I really think you should consider a threesome with James and Craig. I know we were letting our imaginations run wild when we wrote that list, but if it’s something that turns you on, I think you should try running wild for once. And the four of us are alone on this island. No one else would need to know. The guys wouldn’t tell anyone.” She squeezed Sandra’s arm. “And definitely don’t let my past relationship with Craig get in the way.”
“I can’t just have sex with two guys who are practically strangers. It would be hard enough with one—”
“Yeah, it would be hard all right.”
Sandra ignored Aimee’s suggestive comment—and the images of long hard erections that quivered through her mind, sending her hormones swirling.
“I couldn’t just go off with both of them.”
“Okay, I get it. A threesome is a bit overwhelming. What about something else on the list? Since you keep saying they’re
strangers, there’s always item three. I could tell the guys about the list and—”
“Oh, God, don’t you dare.”
“You know, they’d totally get it. It’s a perfect opportunity.”
“Aimee.”
Aimee took her hand. “Okay, just think about it.”
Sandra shook her head. “You are a total nutcase.”
Aimee grinned. “That’s why we get along so well.”
Five
Craig stared at Sandra over the picnic table, his hands around the beer bottle in front of him. Big masculine hands. She could feel her breasts swell at the need to feel those hands on her breasts.
“Go ahead, Sandra. You know you want to.” Aimee, who sat beside Craig, smiled at her with that cute quirky grin of hers, showing the dimples in her cheeks.
“Do what?” Sandra asked.
“This!” Aimee lurched to her feet and ripped open her blouse, revealing round, full, and very naked breasts.
Her big dusky rose nipples puckered as she grabbed Craig’s hand and placed it on one of her breasts. Craig wrapped his other arm around her and kissed her, his hand still fondling her breast. James stepped behind Aimee and she drew back from Craig as James’ hands curled over her breasts and stroked, then cupped them.
Sandra’s breasts ached to be touched like that.
“Go ahead, Sandra.” Aimee smiled, then dropped her head back against James’ naked chest and sighed. “It feels so good.”
Sandra wanted to. Why shouldn’t she?
Somehow both men were naked now. Aimee climbed on top of James’ lap, her back to his chest, his hands cupping her breasts. Her hard nipples peeked between his fingers.
The tiger on Craig’s arm and shoulder seemed to pulse with life. She wanted to touch it. The picnic table melted away and she stepped toward Craig, then ran her hand along the tiger’s back. Although it was tattooed on his skin, it felt like real fur. The animal made a rumbling sound as she stroked. It then prowled over his shoulder and down his chest, toward his rock-hard, fully erect penis. The animal licked the penis, then curled around it as a cat would someone’s leg. It licked again, then bounded away.
Sandra’s gaze remained locked on that huge cock. Oh, God, she wanted to climb on top of it and ride it until her whole body shattered into a cataclysmic orgasm.
“Do it, honey,” Aimee encouraged. She eased herself to her feet and wrapped her hand around James’ enormous cock, then held it as she lowered her body onto it.
Her blood boiling inside her, Sandra ripped open her dress and dropped it to the ground. Now she stood totally naked in front of them, her breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing. She stepped forward and wrapped her hand around Craig’s big cock. Solid. Rock-hard. She desperately wanted it inside her.
Craig stroked her hair back from her face, then curled his fingers around her head and drew her toward him. His lips met hers sweetly, with a wonderful tenderness. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the intimate kiss, accepting his tongue inside her mouth, stroking it with her own tongue. His hands covered her breasts and she gripped his shoulders for support.
Yearning soared through her, overwhelming her senses. She pressed her hands on his chest. He lay down and she climbed on top of him. Wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, she positioned herself over him, then she lowered herself down. Oh, God, he felt incredible as he glided into her, penetrating deeply. She rested on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips, and reveled in the feeling of his hardness inside her, stretching her impossibly tight.
Without even moving, her body quivered, close to orgasm already. She raised herself, then lowered again. He wrapped his hands around her hips and rolled her over, then thrust deeply. The trembling in her body increased as pleasure washed through her. He drew back and surged forward again, filling her deeply. She gasped and rode the rising wave. Orgasm was so close.
He drew back and thrust again. She clung to him, then gasped as pleasure catapulted through her. Her whole body trembled and convulsed. As the orgasm claimed her, the feel of Craig’s body on hers melted away. She opened her eyes, still quivering in pleasure, and realized she lay in the bed alone.
Another dream. A hot, totally awesome dream!
* * *
A tap sounded at Sandra’s door.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Can I come in?” Aimee asked through the door.
Sandra glanced around but couldn’t see a clock in the room.
“Sure. What time is it?” Sandra asked, her voice scratchy. She cleared her throat as she pushed the covers back and sat up.
“It’s eight.” Aimee opened the door and entered the room, a bright smile on her face and a steaming mug of coffee in her hand. The aroma tickled Sandra’s senses. Mmm, that’s what she needed right now. As if reading her mind, Sandra handed her the cup.
“I thought you could use this.”
“Thanks.” Sandra took the cup and sipped. The coffee had a subtle acidity balanced with the rich flavors of milk chocolate and hazelnuts. Definitely the Mexican blend she’d brought along as part of her contribution to the food this weekend.
“I thought we might go for a swim before breakfast. You game?”
Sandra thought about diving into cold lake water so early in the morning and shivered. She much preferred swimming in a heated pool. “I don’t know. How’s the water?”
“Invigorating.”
Sandra’s face puckered. “You mean cold.”
Aimee grinned impishly. “Well, you can have a shower instead, but the only one we’ve got is outside.”
Damn. Hose water would be even colder than the lake. Actually, it would probably be from the lake, but she was sure it would feel colder. And she’d have to wear her bathing suit, since she was absolutely not going to shower outside naked.
“Fine, I’ll go for a swim.”
Aimee patted Sandra’s leg. “It’s a glorious morning. You’ll love it.”
“Yeah, sure I will.”
Aimee laughed at Sandra’s dubious tone.
Sandra loved the outdoors, but she did not love being cold and wet in the morning. She preferred swimming in the afternoon, when the sun was blazing hot.
She took another sip of her coffee, then pushed her feet to the floor.
“Give me ten minutes.”
“I’ll wait for you on the deck.” Aimee left the room.
Sandra opened the drawer and riffled through the contents for her favorite bikini in a tropical floral print of reds, oranges, and greens. She tugged it out, then headed for the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Sandra followed Aimee along a path through the trees.
“Why aren’t we just going to the beach out front?” Sandra had assumed they’d go swimming at the lovely sandy beach only yards from the front of the cottage.
“This place is more private. You’ll like it.”
The path led them out of the trees to another beach, but here the shore circled around, forming an enclosed bay not visible to the open lake or the other shore. Sunshine glazed the glassy surface of the calm water.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Aimee dropped her straw bag and towel on the beach.
“It is.” Sandra set down her towel and untied the sarong she wore over her bathing suit, then laid it on top of the towel.
Out in the middle of the bay was a swim raft with a ladder on one side. She’d love to come out here in the afternoon and swim out to the raft, then lie back and work on her tan.
Aimee untied the belt of her short red terry cloth cover-up and dropped the garment on the ground. Sandra’s eyes popped open as she realized Aimee wore nothing underneath the robe.
Aimee stepped into the water up to her ankles. “Are you going to join me?”
Sandra stepped into the water, too. It was cool, but not as cold as she’d thought it would be. The long hot days of the past couple of weeks had done a good job warming it up. She waded in to her knees.
Aimee laughed. “I meant why not lose the b
athing suit.”
Sandra glanced at her uncertainly.
“It’s not like there’s anyone around, and it really feels great swimming with the water against your bare skin.”
Sandra glanced down at her skimpy bikini. “It’s not like I don’t have a lot of bare skin now.”
Aimee waved away her words. “Not the same thing.” Aimee waded deeper into the water. “Come on. Give it a try.”
Sandra glanced around. It was pretty private here. Reluctantly, she reached around behind herself and unfastened her bikini top. She removed it quickly and tucked it inside her sarong, just in case anyone happened by. As if that would be my main concern. She tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her bikini bottoms, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Shedding her top out in the open was hard enough.
She turned and raced into the lake, then dove in. Her nipples hardened at the cool water. She swam out until her feet didn’t touch the bottom. Aimee swam toward her, then treaded water beside her.
“Nice, eh? There’s a big rock over here somewhere that you can stand on.” She swam away, then circled around for a bit. “Here it is.”
Aimee stood up, revealing her naked breasts above the water, which caressed her hips just below her navel.
“Well, what a beautiful sight.”
Sandra sucked in air at Craig’s voice. She glanced toward the beach. Both Craig and James stood watching. Rather than diving back into the water, Aimee placed her hands on her hips and posed.
“Well, thank you.”
Sandra wanted to cover her own breasts, but she had to tread water. Anyway, the guys couldn’t really see her under the surface like this.
“Why don’t you gentlemen come and join us?” Aimee asked.
Immediately, Craig tugged on his T-shirt and started pulling it up, but James grabbed his arm.
“Hold on,” James said. “What about you, Sandra? Do you want us to join you?”
She glanced at Aimee and licked her lips. It wasn’t up to her to spoil her friend’s fun. “I … uh … well, I was just heading back to the cottage so … if you’ll give me a minute…”