by JT Harding
Joe looked at her, his hand on her waist, Jenni’s on his, and the swell tried to pull them apart but they held each other close, fighting the current. Joe had stopped fighting himself.
“You may not realize it, but you are.” Joe said. “You’re...” he hesitated, giving her a chance to shake her head. Her belly was pressed against his, her flesh cold to the touch. Her thigh brushed against the bulge in his trunks and she moved gently as though the current was doing it, and maybe it was.
“I know what I am, Joe.” She was so close he was tempted to lean across the space and kiss her full lips. She would let him, he knew she would let him, maybe wanted him to. What was she thinking? What did she really want?
“I mean it. You need to know, Jenni. Both Kim and I think you might be the most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen; and we’ve seen some very beautiful women.”
Their bodies were now pressed tight, almost all pretense gone. Joe’s fingers wrapped around Jenni’s waist, splayed down against the delicious bloom of her ass.
“Get away,” she said, breaking the spell by splashing water in his face. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to get into my panties. I’m a married woman, I’ll have you know.”
Joe knew his mouth hung open. Jenni flipped away on her back, her breasts breaking surface like the back of a diving whale, her belly following smoothly and then her hips, her pubic mound clearly outlined cupped in her briefs and she scissored her legs, opening them wide in front of him so that the plump lips of her pussy showed. She kicked, splashing him again as she moved away.
Jenni rolled on her front and stroked away parallel to the beach. Joe followed, pulling harder to come alongside but still maintained a distance between them. They swam until his muscles ached, finally heading inshore.
As they walked up the wet sand Jenni bumped against his hip and Joe noted she was a couple of inches taller than Kim. She put her hand on his arm, stopping him. Jenni raised up on her toes and allowed her lips to lbrush against his. She dropped back and strode away without a word.
“What was that for?” Joe asked.
She looked over her shoulder, the erotic potential in that one glance almost too much for him. “Just thanks, Joe. For swimming with me. Are we going to do it again?”
He nodded. “Every day, I hope.”
She grinned. “Only every day?” The pretense was falling away. Joe sensed Jenni knew exactly what was happening and was a willing, an eager participant.
“Whenever and as often as you want, Jenni.”
***
The table in the kitchen was decorated with a cloth and laid with plates, glasses and cutlery. Enticing aromas filled the room. Kim showed Jenni the small downstairs shower, laughing as she realized Jenni knew perfectly well how the house was laid out. Kim brought a robe into the steamed bathroom and left it over the linen basket, risked a quick glance at the other women naked in the shower stall. Kim knew she wanted Jenni, wanted her badly.
When Jenni came out Kim was sitting with Joe at the table, had pulled her cover-up aside to feed Ami, the infant happily suckling on her nipple. The other breast was also free to the air, the nipple hard in sympathy, a narrow trail of milk running down the curve of her breast to form a line on her belly.
Jenni sat across from her and Joe, hair wet and skin glowing, wearing only the robe Kim had left for her, an almost deliberate provocation. Kim caught Jenni staring at her breasts, at the feeding infant and the line of milk.
Kim laughed and speared a lettuce leaf with her fork. “Don’t look away. Look all you like, I don’t mind.”
Jenni flushed, forcing her eyes to rise and meet Kim’s. “It doesn’t seem polite, does it?”
“I don’t mind, honestly I don’t. I think it’s worse when people pretend not to notice, pretend it isn’t happening.
Jenni’s gaze dropped again just as Kim pulled Ami from her left breast and transferred her to the right. Milk continued to flow from her nipple as Ami latched on the other breast and Kim knew Jenni was watching it roll down her skin. The feeling of being observed ran through her, making her nipples harden in a different way, then ran down through her belly to spark warmth between her legs. She wanted this woman, in the same way she knew Joe wanted her. She had played with the idea of another woman for a long time, mildly aroused at the idea of what they might do with each other, but this was something different, an obsession now, lodged in her mind and heart. She had to have Jenni. Joe too, she accepted, but she wanted Jenni first. She wanted Jenni together with Joe, she and Joe and Jenni. She played scenarios through her head as her husband sat beside her eating lunch and Ami suckled her and Jenni pretended to eat but was really looking at Kim’s breasts.
Kim stared back, watching how the white toweling robe gaped at the front to expose the curve of Jenni’s breast, more arousing because of the change of tone, deep tan suddenly cut across where her bikini top had shaded her skin, the main weight of her breast white. Jenni leaned forward, unconscious perhaps of the way the neckline displayed her and Kim saw the weight of her breasts shift, so much larger than her own, and she wanted to suck on them, not in the way Ami suckled on her, but something rawer, something wilder.
Ami’s feeding eased and Kim looked down as her perfect daughter’s eyelids drooped and closed. She smiled and pulled gently until Ami’s mouth unlatched from the nipple, enjoying the rush of cool air against tender flesh. She lifted Ami to her shoulder, not bothering to cover herself, because this was how they were, this was what they did, not needing to cover their bodies in front of each other, and even though there was a new person across the table she was not going to change the way she did anything. She circled Ami’s back with her hand until rewarded with a comically loud burp, waited and received a second release of wind. Ami was a limp rag now and Kim handed her across to Joe who took her without a word and carried her upstairs to her cot.
Kim sat back and stared openly at Jenni. The other woman flushed, caught out, her thoughts transparent.
“How does that feel? Feeding Ami?”
“Wonderful.”
“Does it make you sore?”
Kim shook her head. “Tender. Sensitive. Not sore, not really.”
Jenni stared at Kim’s breasts. Kim made no move to cover herself, aware her nipples grew stiff beneath the other woman’s gaze. When Jenni finally lifted her eyes Kim stared back openly, trying to answer a question that had not been asked, not out loud.
“Come here.” Kim patted the chair Joe had vacated.
Jenni looked at her. She hesitated, then rose and came round the table, sat and allowed her gaze to focus on the trails of milk running down Kim’s breasts.
“You can touch, if you want,” Kim said.
“What?” Jenni’s eyes shifted rapidly away. “What do you mean?”
“You look like you want to touch my nipples. You can, it’s okay if you want to.”
Jenni shook her head, long hair drying now and falling back into natural curls that Kim was jealous of. “I wondered... what it would be like.” Jenni’s voice was barely audible.
“Try.” Kim’s voice sounded hoarse in her own ears.
The flush on Jenni’s tanned cheeks deepened. “I can’t.”
“I want you to.” The hoarseness grew in Kim’s voice, wetness pooling between her legs. She pushed her chair back and sat on the edge of the table facing Jenni, placed a hand beneath each breast and lifted, gasping as the movement forced the sensitive tips outward. The shape of her nipples had changed over the months of feeding Ami. They had always stood proud, but now the dark nipples peaked on a plump bed of areole which had filled more as her breasts changed, becoming puffy and large so that her breasts rose in multiple layers to their most sensitive peak.
Jenni’s hand lifted, rising toward them, stopped and withdrew. “I can’t.”
“I want you to touch me.” Kim leaned forward, offering herself.
Jenni’s eyes locked on her nipples, observing as they stiffened, harden
ing even more than they already were. Kim reached down and took Jenni’s hand, placed it against her breast, allowed Jenni’s fingertip to lightly brush against the nipple. The feeling was unbelievable, better than all her imagining.
“Please.” Kim leaned further toward Jenni.
Jenni appeared mesmerized as she moved closer, edging toward Kim’s perfect up-tilted breasts. Her lips parted and Kim shivered as the other woman’s breath brushed warm against her nipple. She released Jenni’s hand to slide her own behind Jenni’s head, burying her fingers in the thick auburn curls.
“Please,” Kim repeated, releasing an indrawn cry as Jenni’s lips closed over her nipple. Jenni’s tongue flicked out and tapped the stiff nub. Kim saw a trail of her milk on Jenni’s tongue and shivered. “You have to suck them. Suck them hard if you want my milk. You do want my milk, don’t you?”
Jenni nodded, unable to resist. Her lips closed over Kim’s nipple again, this time closing tightly, the suction building, soft and gentle, not like the demanding vacuum Ami made. This was different, not serving the same purpose. Kim’s breasts released their bounty and she felt Jenni draw milk into her mouth. She drew Jenni’s wide mouth hard against her and allowed her head to drop back. The sensation was electric, running through her body, making her fingertips and toes tingle. Kim had no idea how far things might have gone if Joe had not returned. She saw him over Jenni’s shoulder, standing in the doorway, and wondered how long he had been there. The lessening of pressure on the back of Jenni’s head alerted her to some change and she pulled off Kim’s nipple, saw her looking over her head and turned.
She jerked upright, flushing with embarrassment at being found out, but Joe’s smile was so forgiving her guilt appeared to instantly drain away.
“It looked like you were enjoying yourself,” Joe said. “Both of you.”
“I was only...” Jenni started, but it was obvious to all of them no excuse was going to work in this situation, not with a line of Kim’s milk still trailing from the corner of her mouth.
“Go on.” Joe walked across. Kim watched him touch Jenni’s shoulder, slipping his fingers beneath the toweling robe so they rested against her skin, urging Jenni back to her breast. “I want to watch you do that again.”
Jenni made a noise deep inside her throat, half objection and half need. Kim felt Jenni’s body vibrating against hers, knowing exactly what was happening, exactly what she wanted. She had never felt this way before, this raging need, not just for Jenni but for Joe as well, and Kim believed Jenni was experiencing the same raw passion, that she was theirs completely, to do with as they wished. Kim knew Jenni wanted this as badly as they did.
Joe lowered his head and rested his cheek against Kim’s left breast, applied gentle pressure and Jenni acceded to his will, her mouth latching back over Kim’s nipple. Kim stiffened at Joe’s touch, smiled. He turned his head, still keeping his eyes on Jenni, and placed his mouth over the other nipple.
Kim jerked and a tiny yelp escaped her lips, the sensation of both sensitive nipples being drawn on almost too much. She was trembling hard, close to climaxing. Joe’s hand snaked inside her thigh, pushing her bikini briefs aside and dipping inside her. She was melting, juices trailing down her thighs, soaking Joe’s fingers. She bit hard on her lip, knowing this was going too far, not yet ready to take the next inevitable step. She grabbed Joe’s long hair in her fingers and pulled his head aside, shook her head and as he looked up at her she mouthed the word, “No!”
He understood. Thank God, he understood. He sat back and took the chair on the other side of the table where Jenni had been.
Kim wrapped her fingers in Jenni’s thick hair and drew her gently away. She came reluctantly, breast milk trailing down her chin, and looked up at Kim.
“You have to leave me some for Ami, sweetheart,” Kim said softly.
Jenni sat back, reaching behind to finding her chair, composure ruffled. “Sorry. I was... getting carried away.”
“I know.” Kim leaned down, lifted Jenni’s face and kissed her lips, tasting her own milk, the sweetness flooding her mouth. She kissed Jenni deeply, allowing the moment to draw out, pulled back. “Soon,” she said, staring into the other woman’s eyes, and Jenni nodded, recognizing the message being sent.
It seemed to Kim as though she was melting; she had never experienced such a welling of lust, burning hot in her belly, spreading to her extremities. She wanted Jenni to bury her face against her breasts again, wanted to kiss her neck and stomach and lovely mouth. She wanted Joe’s hard body to be pounding against her, and she believed this would come to pass, if she was patient. She should show some restraint, but could find none. If they wanted her now she was theirs, here in full view of the beach, she would let them take her any way they wanted, completely theirs.
Jenni took a deep breath and sat back and Kim mirrored the move. The mood shimmered and broke, falling away.
“Food’s going cold,” Joe said, and everyone laughed.
***
Joe and Kim walked Jenni across to her pickup. As she opened the door she saw the copy of Joe’s book she was reading still on the seat and reached across for it. Nervous all of a sudden she turned and held it out to him. “I feel stupid, but would you sign this for me, Joe?”
He looked down and laughed. “Sure.” He took the book from her. “I haven’t got a pen.”
“Shit.” Jenni leaned back into the cab, searching for something to write with. She found a ballpoint in the side pocket, scribbled on her palm to check it still worked and handed it to him.
Joe opened the front cover, looked sideways in thought then wrote something inside. He closed the book and handed it back to her. Jenni was too nervous to open it in front of him to see what he had written.
“Thanks, Joe.”
“Anytime. Before we leave give me your address and I’ll send you a copy of the new book.”
Jenni felt herself flush. She nodded and climbed into the cab, knowing Joe and Kim were both watching her ass and not caring – no, wrong, caring, caring a great deal. A thrill coursed through her to know their eyes were on her.
All the time driving back to her house on the far side of town, all the while she lugged the dirty laundry into the lean-to on the side of the house, Jenni thought about what was happening to her, wondering if she could go through with this thing, ideas of what could be burning hot in her brain.
She laughed. Of course she would, much too self-aware to know any other outcome was possible. It would not be the first time she had taken relief outside of marriage, and she experienced no guilt for that. Other opportunities had arisen, and although she did not take all of them, some temptations she was unable to resist. Perhaps if Mark had been more attentive, better looking, smelled less or was around a little more temptation would have been easier to resist.
It was not as if she fucked around all the time, and never with anyone in town. Only occasionally, when something sweet offered itself she was happy to succumb, to take satisfaction for herself.
The first time had been three years after her marriage to Mark, when it was more than obvious how things were going to be. Paul had been the last, but before him there were others. An older married man had attracted her strongly and she had succumbed in the back of his Lexus while she was supposedly helping him unload shopping. Two brothers, nineteen and twenty, older than their age, experienced, who had taken her together one night, lying out on the dunes, their hard bodies moon splashed and remorseless.
Once, almost, another woman, a young wife much like Kim who spent her days sunbathing while her husband wandered the beach watching other women. Jenni had wanted to succumb to her attraction, stopped not by reluctance to make love to another woman but because the husband was never away long enough. Jenni had seen a need in the woman’s eyes, knew she wanted Jenni as much as Jenni wanted her. Vacations are short, summer’s end, and Jenni chalked that one up on the nearly side of the blackboard.
There were men in town who wanted her, but
she was reluctant to journey along that road. Despite the corrosion of any love she might ever have felt for Mark, he was still her husband, and in Jenni’s family that meant something. Or had, until the last few years. When Mark starting hitting her she began to consider whether divorce was not a better solution. Even then she didn’t see how that could work. Where would she go? Her parents had moved south, tired of the cold winters, and lived in Florida now. She had a brother but he was on the west coast. All she had was Mark and her house and the few friends Mark allowed, and those were not real friends, not the kind of people she could go to for help if things turned bad. The town, this island, was too small a place, and Jenni lacked the courage to leave and start out on her own some place new.
The island defined her, owned her and trapped her.
Until now, perhaps.
Inside her own kitchen Jenni started preparing dinner before remembering the book. She went out to the pickup and brought it inside, opened the front cover and read what Joe had written there.
For Jenni – the most beautiful mermaid in the ocean
All my love XXX
Joe Fransiscus
His signature was scrawled, indecipherable. It wasn’t the signature that caused her eyes to prick with sudden tears, but the lines above. She held the book hard against her breast, as if the book was the man.
Jenni put the book down and returned to preparing Mark’s evening meal. He arrived at six, same as he did almost every evening, never working overtime, never stopping on the way home. He sat at the table without washing his hands, ate his food in silence. A cold knot formed in Jenni’s gut. Mark’s moods were well known to her, and she hoped he would pull out of this one.
Half way through the meal Mark went to the fridge for a second beer, caught sight of the book on the worktop and picked it up. Jenni’s blood chilled in her veins. She prayed Mark would lose interest and replace the book, a knot twisting in the pit of her stomach as he started to flick through the pages. He looked at the picture inside the back cover, went to put the book down, setting it on the edge of the worktop awkwardly and it fell to the floor. Mark left the book. He would never pick up anything as useless as a book, Jenni knew, but the way the book fell had opened the front page and Mark stopped as he saw the words scrawled there.