by S. L. Adams
“Get over here, you little sex crazed woman,” I say, flopping onto my back and holding my arm out.
Shelby curls up next to me, her head on my chest. She’s breathing heavily, her skin covered in a thin layer of perspiration from our double header of wild and crazy sex.
“That was amazing,” she says as she rests her hand on my belly, running her fingers through the hair of my treasure trail. My spent cock twitches with renewed interested. I can’t get enough of this woman and her sweet pussy.
“It sure was. How are you that flexible?”
She laughs. “I do yoga.”
“You are, by far, the best lay I’ve ever had,” I whisper, rubbing her arm.
“Lay?”
“Let me take that back,” I chuckle. “That’s not a nice word. Sex with you, Shelby Richardson, is the best I’ve ever had. Hands down.”
“Thanks, Alex. And you are the best I’ve ever had.”
“Really? What about old Fitz?”
“The sex was good with him, but it always felt impersonal. Like a teacher showing a student how to do something and practicing with them until they perfected it. It was very technical. I didn’t realize what was missing until I did it with you last night.” Her voice trails off.
I swallow hard and clear my throat before speaking. I need to tread lightly to make sure I don’t spook her. “What was missing?”
“I think I feel connected to you because you were my first lover. That’s all.” She speaks quickly as if to dismiss the subject, obviously regretting what she divulged about her sexual relationship with the old guy.
I don’t say anything for a long time. We just lay there in silence, the only sound our breathing against the quiet hum of the ship engine. “I never had that connection with my wife either,” I reveal.
“What went wrong in your marriage, Alex?” she asks softly.
A long silence ensues, followed by a deep sigh from me. “She kept something from me that I had a right to know prior to marrying her.” I’m not sure if I really want to get into this with Shelby. I don’t like to talk about it. The whole thing makes me feel really stupid and angry. It’s been six months, but I still can’t think about it without becoming infuriated. She rubs my chest and waits patiently for my answer. “Lucinda can’t have children. She was born without a uterus. But I didn’t find out until after we were married. And she didn’t tell me. A fertility doctor did. After trying for two years to get pregnant, I dragged her to a specialist. She tried to say she didn’t know.”
Shelby sucks in her breath. “How does a grown woman not notice she’s missing her uterus? Didn’t she wonder why she didn’t get her period?”
“Oh, she knew. She finally confessed when the doctor said he was going to pull her medical records from when she was a teenager.”
“Holy. I’m really sorry, Alex.”
“Yeah, me too. I wasted four years of my life with that woman. Having a big family is really important to me. It’s something I never had growing up. It was just me and my mom.”
“Couldn’t you guys adopt or something?”
“Oh sure. Or we could have done IVF with a surrogate. Lucinda has eggs. But honestly, after a deception of that magnitude, I just wanted out.” I roll onto my side so I’m facing her. “What about you, Shelby? You’re thirty. Don’t you want to have kids soon?”
My question catches her off guard. She licks her lips, her face tense. It’s obvious she is choosing her next words carefully. “I don’t want to have kids.”
Another awkward silence. Jeez. How did we go from a casual, no strings fuck fest to a depressing discussion about having children? Her words are like a knife to my heart. I’ve already fantasized about getting her pregnant.
“Why?” I ask quietly, trying to mask my disappointment.
“I don’t want to be poor ever again. Kids take all your money.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“Yep. I grew up in a house with seven siblings. We never had any money. There was never enough to eat. We had to wear second hand clothes. And my parents ended up hating each other because of it. No thanks.”
Oh thank God. Money. That was the only reason. Fuck. I’ve got piles of money. Making money grow is my business. I invested every cent from my football career. My future is financially secure. My lawyer says I probably won’t have to pay Lucinda any alimony because she came into the marriage with her own money from her trust fund. And she makes a decent salary as a marketing executive. At least Shelby didn’t say she hated kids, or she was infertile or some other reason that I wouldn’t be able to talk her out of.
I smile before leaning over and kissing her softly on the lips.
“Alex,” she says softly. “We agreed this was just a casual thing while we’re on this trip.”
“I know that, baby doll.”
“Just checking,” she says, chewing on her lower lip.
“You’re an orthodontist, Shelby. You made a boatload of money from your YouTube channel. And if you got together with someone as financially secure as you are, you could afford to have as many kids as you wanted without any worries.”
“I suppose. Maybe if I meet the right guy before I get too old. I don’t plan on punching out a kid when I’m forty.”
“Then you better get started soon.” We could start right now. There’s nothing stopping us. Except her. She’s scared of getting hurt if she gets involved with me again. I’ve got ten days to earn her trust back.
“Can we please change the subject?” she asks as she rubs my cock. I know what she’s doing. But heck. I’m a man. I’m not gonna turn down sex.
“Sure,” I say running my hand up the inside of her thigh. “Are you always wet?”
“When I’m around a sexy guy,” she laughs. She grabs a condom from the nightstand and rips open the package with her teeth. I lay back on the pillow, putting my hands behind my head.
“I like this type of service,” I say as she rolls the condom on my shaft. Straddling me, she sinks down and filled herself to the hilt with my hard cock.
Chapter 23
Shelby
I scoop some scrambled eggs onto my plate, waiting patiently for the elderly lady in front of me to grab a slice of bacon. She keeps dropping the tongs every time she has a piece within her grasp.
“Here, let me help you,” I say, grabbing the tongs and tossing three pieces on her plate.
“Oh, God bless you, sweetheart.” She smiles and shuffles down the buffet.
“Hey, Shelby,” Gretchen says, butting into the line beside me. The young guy behind her scowls. She turns, giving him a sultry smile and a wink. “Hi. I just need to talk to my friend. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Ah, no,” he stutters, his eyes travelling down to her low cut tank top. “You got right ahead, gorgeous.”
“Thanks.”
I roll my eyes as I scoop up some home fries.
“Listen, Shelby. I need a big favour.”
“Sure. I’m your Maid of Honour. Name it and I’ll do it.”
“Well, Lester and Leslie backed out of the intimate touch workshop. So that leaves just Blake and I and Joanna and Sally. Blake says he’s not going if he’s the only guy.”
“Why did Lester and Leslie back out?”
She leans in close and whispers in my ear, “Leslie got her period.”
“So?”
“So, she wouldn’t be able to do the yoni massage and she doesn’t want to have to explain to the instructor why she isn’t doing it.”
“Yoni massage? What the hell is a yoni?”
The guy behind us chuckles. Apparently, he knows what it is.
Gretchen clears her throat. “What part of your body is off limits when Aunt Flo is visiting?”
“You’re going to get a vagina massage?” I whisper. “I didn’t know there was such a thing.”
“It’s part of the workshop. You learn to give your man one too.”
“You’re going to give Blake a pussy massage?�
� I ask, realizing too late that I didn’t whisper. The old lady in front of me stares back with wide eyes while the stud behind us doubles over with laughter.
“No,” she says tightly. “He gets a lingam massage.”
“Okay. So what is the favour you want?”
“I want you and Alex to come.”
“Oh no. No way. Alex and I aren’t a couple.”
“C’mon. I’ve really been looking forward to this, and we spent a lot of money on it. It’s non-refundable.”
“It sounds a little weird,” I say as we walk back to our table. “Besides, I don’t think Alex would be into that.”
“Um. Excuse me? Are we talking about the same Alex that ate you out under the table in a karaoke club?”
I sigh. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Nope,” she laughs.
“If you can convince Alex, I will do it. But you owe me. Big time.”
“Yay! Oh, it’s going to be so fun.” She claps her hands.
“What’s happening?” Alex asks, sliding in next to me in the booth.
“You and Shelby are coming to the intimate touch workshop with us.”
“Okay,” he says, taking a bite of his omelette.
“Um, Alex. Don’t you want to know what it is before you agree to go?”
“I know all about it. Blake already cornered me at the omelette station.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.
“You guys have to promise to behave,” Gretchen warns sternly. “There are rules.”
“Rules were made to be broken,” he says, running his hand up my thigh as Gretchen glares across the table at us.
“Relax, Gretchen,” I say. “He’s just kidding.”
The workshop is held in a windowless room adjacent to the spa. We’re on a high deck where we can feel the ship swaying back and forth as it cuts through the rough seas of the Pacific. I grab Alex’s arm when the floor tips slightly to the left.
“I gotcha, baby doll,” he whispers, sliding his arm around my waist.
Soft classical music flows from some hidden speakers. The room is dimly lit, fake candles casting a comforting glow across the small space. Three small tents line the wall.
“Everyone has to sign a consent form.” The woman behind the counter smiles, revealing a gold tooth. Her long red hair is swept up in a tight bun, green glasses propped on her forehead. Prominent freckles cover her nose and cheeks. I estimate her to be about forty years old.
She leads us to the red mats in the centre of the room, taking a seat in a black leather arm chair. “Please sit with your partner,” she instructs as she studies us, her eyes clearly sizing us up.
Alex sits with legs open and his knees bent. He pulls me back against his chest as I settle between his legs. “This is going to be fun,” he whispers, his lips grazing to top of my ear. “I can’t wait to massage your yoni.”
“Mm. I can’t wait to massage your lingam,” I reply, rubbing my butt against his burgeoning erection.
“Welcome to Intimate Touch For Couples,” the woman says, her voice soft and child like. “I’m Lola. I will be your instructor for the day. Why don’t we start with some introductions. I know you all know each other, but you don’t know me.”
“I’m Gretchen and this is my fiancé, Blake.”
“When is the wedding?”
“Next week. In Hawaii.”
“Nice,” Lola says. “Congratulations.”
“I’m Sally and this is my life partner, Joanna.”
“It’s nice to have you here. And what about you two?” She turns her gaze toward Alex and I.
“I’m Shelby and this is Alex,” I say quietly.
“Okay, then. Let’s go over the rules. This is intimate touch, not intimate kiss, lick, suck or penetrate. If I catch you using anything other than your hands, I won’t hesitate to blow my whistle and embarrass you. Your mouth will not be doing much today, other than hopefully moaning in pleasure. I don’t even want to hear any talking. This is all about the touch.”
She pauses, her beady green eyes scanning the group before settling on us. Alex has his arms around my waist as he caresses my stomach with his thumbs. I look around. Nobody else is cuddling. They’re just sitting side by side on their mats. Are we about to get in shit for something? You would think she would encourage affection at a damn couple’s workshop.
“I’ll be giving away prizes throughout the day,” Lola announces, reaching behind her and grabbing a small gift bag from a table. She tosses it at me. “Alex and Shelby just won the first one for touching each other without being told to. I like eager beavers.”
“Thanks,” I say peeking in the bag.
“Ooh. Massage oil,” Alex says. “We will definitely use that later.”
“They aren’t even a couple,” Gretchen whines, scowling at us. Oh boy. Gretchen is fiercely competitive. Losing brings out an ugly side of her. When we were kids and she lost a board game, she would pout for hours. In high school, she played on the school basketball team. If they lost a game, she would fume for hours or even days.
“You aren’t?” Lola asks, surprise registering on her face.
“We’re friends,” Alex says, glaring at Gretchen. “Friends with benefits.”
“Oh, I see,” Lola chuckles. “I must be off my game today. I thought for sure you two were madly in love with each other.”
I swallow hard, heat creeping up my neck and spreading across my cheeks as everyone stares at us.
“There’s nothing wrong with friends with benefits,” Lola says, winking at us. “Okay. Let’s get back on task. I want to start with some simple eye exercises, so please sit so you are facing your partner but not touching.”
I turn around to face Alex as we sit with our legs folded in front of us. My pulses quickens when he gazes into my eyes, desire burning in those emerald pearls. But it isn’t the lust that scares me. There's something else in his eyes. Something that shouldn’t be there when you’re looking at your fuck buddy.
“I want you to maintain eye contact until I tell you to stop. Communicate with your eyes. No talking. No smiling. Straight faces. You can share many emotions with the eyes.”
I tremble, losing myself in Alex’s gaze. The ship lists under us as I slip away. We’re alone in the room, time suspended, my mind filled with memories and old feelings tucked away for twelve years. I’m back at Remington’s, working with Alex in the water park. We’re at the creek where we shared our first kiss. I’m in his bed, underneath him as he makes love to me for the first time, so gentle and loving when he claims me.
Lola’s voice breaks through my reverie. “Now lets do some intimate, but non-sexual touching. Try caressing your partner’s face while maintaining eye contact.”
Alex lifts his hand, running his thumb along my jaw while his index finger caresses my cheek. I reciprocate by cupping his jaw, the feel of his manly stubble against my palm sending a blast of heat straight to my pussy. What is happening to me? Alex and I indulged in some hot, wild sex over the past two days. How can a simple touch ignite so much arousal?
“Now I want you to run your hands down your partner's arms very softly and join your fingers together. And continue to maintain eye contact.”
Holy. This is intense. And we’ve barely gotten started. I’m going to have an orgasm right here in front of my friends. As we complete the next task, my nerves sizzle, my nipples hardening as my bikini bottoms gather moisture between my legs.
Alex breathes heavily, his fingers damp with perspiration as he laces them through mine. He’s as aroused as I am. I’m dying to look down and see if there’s a bulge in his shorts, but I don’t dare break eye contact. I don’t want anything to disrupt the incredibly erotic spell that we're under.
“Okay, boys and girls, it’s time to get into the good stuff. I hope the young ladies wore bathing suits under their clothing as instructed because your man is going to learn how to undress you.” She pauses, glancing at Joanna and Sally. “The next
part of the workshop will focus on teaching the guys how to pleasure their girl. Will one of you be taking on the male role?”
“I’m gonna be the man,” Sally pipes up, laughing and flexing her muscles.
“All right then,” Lola chuckles softly. “Is it okay, for simplicity’s sake, if I just say guys?”
“Yeah. I don’t care,” Sally says.
“Great. Could the ladies please sit with their backs to their guy?” She pauses until we change positions. “Now, guys, I want you to slowly slide your hands under the hem of your girl’s shirt and push it up and over her head while your fingers graze her skin.”
I take a deep breath, my heart racing at the feel of his hot breath on my neck. My skin is on fire, his hot hands sliding over my flesh as he removes my t-shirt. I glance over at Gretchen to see if she is as turned on as I am. She appears to be in a state of deep relaxation rather than sexual arousal. Joanna is fidgeting, her cheeks glowing like hot embers in a fire. She looks more embarrassed than excited.
“Now I want you to gently massage your girl’s shoulders.”
I moan softly while Alex rubs my shoulders, his large hands gently kneading my flesh. His mouth is very close to my ear, his breath leaving a trail of moisture down my neck. He kisses the top of my ear and runs his tongue behind it before pressing his lips to my neck, sucking on my delicate skin.
Lola’s whistle pierces the silence in the small space. “Friends with benefits! I saw that. No lips!”
“Sorry,” Alex says. “I couldn’t help myself.”
After some more touching exercises, Lola announces that it’s time to retreat to our private tents. Alex and I are in the middle tent. I climb in first. A mat covered in a plastic sheet sits in the centre of the tent, a small table holding massage oil and tea lights. Light from the room shines through the thin fabric of the tent, providing a cozy ambiance.
“I’m quite enjoying this,” Alex whispers as we settle onto the mat. He glances at the opening at the front of the tent before sneaking a quick kiss. “I can’t wait for my lingam massage!”