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Authors: Josie Daleiden

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As Cal flicked his tongue against her
engorged clit, she reflexively reached out to her sides. Her hand
landed on Aamina's leg again. The little beads of the sarong
jingling like a warning bell. Aamina placed her hand over Karen's,
holding it firmly as Karen bucked and gyrated under Cal's ceaseless
rhythm. She then reached across Karen's body to hold her other hand
down as well. Karen felt her pelvic muscles tighten, and she was
faced with a split second bout of apprehension. She was about to
orgasm in front of her childhood frenemy, while that same person
restrained her hands at her sides. Her entire body locked up as
Cal's head moved around under her dress. The gigantic, building
orgasm came in shuddering crashes, as Aamina took to running her
nose slowly along Karen's shoulder. While she convulsed and gyrated
on the couch, she could feel Aamina's breasts pushing against her
chest as she struggled to keep from killing Cal with her thighs. As
she fell back to Earth, her eyes fluttered open and finally
recognized what was going on.

“Aamina...,” She protested weakly.

“Shh, I won't do anything. I just wanna
watch.” Her voice said in a whisper. Her tone held something
reverent and lucid. It was as if watching them was bringing her
into some kind of religious experience. She was on her knees now,
the leather couch squeaking under her as she shifted her weight
about. Cal stood in front of the two girls. He gave Karen a look of
caution, and she returned a small, confident smile to him. As he
shrugged ever so slightly, he reached down and lifted her light
blue dress over her head. Aamina's hands reached out to finish the
task, pulling the fabric over Karen's head as she dragged her
fingers over her bare skin. Karen's mouth fell open as she sat
there naked in front of the two of them. Her hands reached up to
cover her bare breasts, and Aamina countered by gently pulling them
away.

Cal felt his aching erection throb as he
watched what was transpiring before him. It was as if they had
planned this bizarre encounter. His mind raced as he watched Aamina
touch the woman he loved. Karen seemed to be setting the limits for
Aamina, as her petite straying hands would occasionally be gently
redirected by Karen's. Aamina made a quiet groan in the back of her
throat as Cal ran his hands over Karen's bare breasts. He pushed
her back on the sofa and eased his manhood inside of her.

“My God you're wet.” He said.

“Just hurry up! Please!” She panted
breathlessly. She could feel his member pushing inside of her as
her body put up a momentary protest. His single, hammering thrust
broke through all her resistance. As he began his slow attack on
her, she grabbed his biceps to steady herself on the slippery,
leather couch. She could feel every inch of his rod, every vein,
bump and detail as he glided in and out of her. His marathon
endurance showed in true form as he continued to pound her into the
couch with his muscular body. Karen's eyes closed. The building
crescendo inside of her caused her to cry out in spite of herself.
The waves of her building orgasm were announced each time by her
own small gasps as she struggled for something to hold on to. She
could sense the inevitability of the pleasure that was about to
take hold of her.

“Just let go!” Aamina said to her
breathlessly. She had reached her hand up under her sarong, the
musical brass beads indicating her activities as Cal continued his
assault. Karen's face clenched into an expression of uncontrolled
ecstasy as her body was seized by crashing waves of unbelievable
pleasure.

Cal's own release made him come apart at the
seams. His crashing, thrusting finale was highlighted by the sound
of his legs slapping against Karen's as she dragged her fingernails
down his side. As he grunted through the pain, Aamina started
emitting her own chorus of sighs and gasps as she climaxed while
watching them with her bright golden eyes. Cal's explosive release
found its way out, as he finally collapsed on Karen's lap in
exhaustion. He listened to her heartbeat slowly calm as her
luscious breasts heaved rhythmically. While he lay there, time
seemed to stop entirely.

Chapter 15

Cal awoke to the sounds of the noisy Ibiza
sunrise. While birds chirped and gulls cawed the revelry of the
nightclubs, and their sunrise music celebrations, wafted into the
open windows like the smells from the bakery next door. It all
mixed into a bouquet that seemed to personify the very feelings
inside him now. Elation, pride, confusion? He stumbled out of bed
and held his hand to his forehead. He could feel every heartbeat
thudding inside his skull as he tried to walk around the room. How
much had he drunk last night? How did he even get home? Shit! What
really happened last night? Once he was sure he could stand up
straight, he made his way to the hotel lobby to fetch some coffee.
He didn't care that he was only wearing his boxer briefs. He didn't
care that his hair was one gigantic mussed up cowlick. He didn't
care that the other hotel guests were looking at him like he was
insane, as he poured out hot water into the coffee press. He. Just.
Didn't. Care.

He let the water steep in the dark coffee
grounds as he scratched his ass unapologetically. With a polite nod
to the stunned guests, he made his way back up the stairs to their
room. The sun felt good on his back as he balanced the two large
cups against his arms to open the door. As he stepped inside, he
saw Karen stretching and pulling her legs into the lotus pose. He
smiled and walked over to her.

“Oh, coffee sounds divine.” She purred, as he
handed her the large mug. She glanced at his side and trailed her
fingers over the fresh claw marks she dug into his skin the night
before. “I'm sorry.” She said quietly. Her smile, and the gleam in
her eye, contrasted with her apology.

Cal looked under his arms. With the
realization that he went downstairs like that, he felt a stupid
grin spread across his face. “Meh,” he said. “It's not like that's
the first time.”

“You seem different today. Is everything
alright?” She asked him, as she ran her fingers through her
hair.

“Well, um, actually, what the fuck happened
last night?” He asked. “I remember showing up at Aamina's house,
you guys did some business, and then shit got weirder and weirder.
Is she usually like that? I've never done anything like that
before. Have you?” Cal let all of his questions spew out before he
lost his train of thought. Karen's lazy bedroom eyes were already
making him lose focus.
How did she manage to look so fetching
first thing in the morning?

“Actually, Aamina usually ends up pulling a
gun on somebody at some point. She's kind of predictable like that.
I would be surprised if we were the first ones to get it last
night. Now, the rest of what happened last night was a first for me
too.” She looked into Cal's blue eyes with a mix of apprehension
and pride as she spoke. She tried to gauge his reaction as she
sipped her hot coffee. “Damn, even his hotel coffee tastes great!”
She thought to herself.

Cal closed his eyes and rubbed his messed up
hair. He exhaled loudly and said, “A lot of what goes on in your
life is rather new to me. You know that I'm all in, but you'll have
to stop every now and then and be my tour guide.” He said
finally.

“It's a deal. If it's any consolation it was
the first time I've ever had audience participation too.” She said
with a smile.

“One more question. How did we get home?
Everything is a little fuzzy after our hookup.” He said.

Karen gave him a shrug and said, “After we
got dressed, you proceeded to drink yourself into a stupor and
ended up passing out on Aamina's couch. You were just coherent
enough to be led to the car. I drove us back to the hotel later
that night.” She said.

“Did you and Aamina um, you know...?” Cal
probed, making hand gestures that felt just as naughty as they
looked.

Karen waved her hand dismissively. “Oh
goodness, no! I like boys, Cal. Especially this one here.” She
said, running her warm hand over his lower abs. “We just caught up
on family and business like friends usually do. She's kind of a
hoot when she's not trying to steal your man or shoot you.” She
chuckled.

“Wait, you were saying before the party that
she was weird and scary, and you guys end up talking like old gal
pals? What gives?” He asked.

Karen paused to search for a way to explain
her odd relationship with people in the business she was in. “When
you sell illegal weapons for a living the line between friends,
enemies, and family becomes fuzzy. Someone can be you ally one
month, and a thief or snitch the next. Friends and enemies become
one and the same, and you have to know how to read the changing
landscape to be successful.” She said, stretching her long legs out
in front of her on the bed. “After our little, um, interaction with
Aamina last night, we went from tense acquaintances to friends.
It's hard to find friends that you can have full disclosure with.
Besides Aamina, I only have Jules, and she doesn’t even work in the
biz like I do. Aamina really thinks we're a good fit by the way.”
She said motioning between her and Cal.

“Well, it's good to know that crazy people
even think we're a good match.” He said, sipping his coffee.

“Oh, very funny! She's not crazy, just a
little eccentric.” Karen said. “It's not like she has a habit of
hanging out on dating websites and breaking up marriages or
anything.” An evil smile crept slowly across her face as she looked
up at him.

“I see, it's all about context.” Cal joked.
He looked over at his phone as it charged on the bedside table. It
beeped three times. With a big smile, he craned his head out the
open window towards the docks.

“What are you looking at?” She asked him. Cal
grabbed her hand and brought her over to the window. She saw a
large, white yacht with the name “Barry's Bubble” lettered across
the stern. There were a couple of men moving about on top of the
deck.

As he pointed to the boat he said, “How would
you like to spend the next few days cruising around the
island?”

Chapter 16

Karen sat reclined on a fluffy beach towel.
The sun felt good on her skin, as she rolled over on her stomach.
For the first time in ages, she didn't have to be anywhere. There
were no clients to tend to, and no fires that needed putting out.
She was just free to relax and enjoy herself. Her Cal had somehow
managed to secure the use of his friend Barry's boat. It was a
gigantic, hundred foot long cruiser with a two man staff. She loved
how resourceful he was. Besides knowing how to push all of her
buttons just when they needed it, he also knew how to use his
considerable intelligence to get just what he wanted. He had become
so much different than when they first met, and it was all for the
better. The shy, strong guy she first started talking with had
slowly morphed into the confident, sensual chunk of a guy that was
now walking towards her on the top deck of this giant boat. She
knew him. She knew him in ways she had never known a man before.
Now he was standing over her, dripping wet from his swim in the
blue waters of the inlet they were anchored in. She watched him
towel off. His tanned, muscular arms chased the rivulets of water
as they ran down his chest and rippled abs.

As he took off his sandals he sat down next
to her and said, “Hey girl. You want me to rub some sunscreen on
you? I don't want you getting too red out here.”

“Yeah, sure,” Karen said with a lazy smile on
her face. Cal grabbed the bottle sitting by her. She could hear the
click of the lid opening. She inhaled quickly when he squirted a
line of it down her back, the cold lotion causing goose bumps on
her warm skin. His touch on her body was a welcome relief, as his
strong hands massaged the lotion into her soft skin. Cal took this
opportunity to explore her bare back like a bored teen wandering in
a field. His lotion-covered hands moved from one little mole to
another as Karen giggled at his curious, probing fingers.

“Find anything interesting Admiral Byrd?” She
joked.

Cal chucked and said in a far off voice, “I
could do this all day. Your skin is so beautiful.” He trailed his
slippery fingers over to her top and began undoing it. The little
bow knot came loose, and as the straps fell to her sides she tried
to turn around to see him.

“What are you doing?” She asked in
astonishment. She now felt just a little self-conscious; hoping the
two guys operating the large yacht didn't come up here.

Cal put his hand on her back and slowly
pushed her back down. “Relax babe, I just need to get lotion under
the straps. Besides, I'm sure this crew has witnessed more than a
few of Barry's little exploits.”

“Really? Barry? The guy who was at the
house?” Karen asked quizzically. She remembered how he bared more
resemblance to an out of shape chemistry teacher than a
globetrotting sex machine.

Cal laughed and said, “That's how he gets
you. He's approachable and charming. Girls open right up to him
because he doesn't seem like a threat. Before they know it, he's
got them gushing over him like he's the only guy in the room. I've
seen it once or twice, it's kind of entertaining. The only time I
got peeved about it was when he was at your house with you. Alone.”
He said.

Karen relished in his little bout of
jealousy. “Mr. Johnson! I didn't know you're the possessive type.”
She teased.

“How could I not be? Not only do you have me
under some kind of gypsy spell that makes me do your bidding, but
you're absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. How do you not see every guy
we pass giving you the look up down?” He said to her. His
massaging, wandering hands had become strong and forceful as her
rubbed her aching muscles. “I'm not the controlling jerk boyfriend,
but I don't want somebody to steal my little prize.” He said. His
voice was a deep, masculine hum.

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