Just Breathe Trilogy Box Set (37 page)

I had kissed a few of Jared’s friends, mostly straight guys and some gay guys who were curious to see what it was like kissing a girl. When your eyes are closed, all you taste and feel is skin, tongue, and moisture, and the only time you notice a difference is if your eyes are open, you touch the other person in certain areas or if they make a sound.

Our mouths stayed on each other’s, slowly, pleasantly poking and prodding with our tongues. One of my hands found the side of her face pulling her closer to me, causing our bodies to touch at the chest and legs. Leisurely, my hand began to caress her body and she moaned in delight. Maggie returned the exploration of my body with her tiny supple hands and then began to slide my shirt up over my chest. Our lips disengaged to allow her to take my shirt completely off as I sat up. I returned my lips to hers as my hands found the edges of her shirt and eagerly began to remove it.

I took the lead and started to direct her body backward onto the bed as I lowered myself, straddling over her as our mouths proceeded to massage each other’s. On my hands and knees, I kissed her neck and her hands ruffled in my hair. I moved gradually down to her collar bone and over her chest. Sliding my hands underneath her as I kept my mouth on her warm skin, I unfastened her bra and exposed her breasts to my wet and impatient tongue. She gasped in ecstasy as I sucked on each nipple.

Working my way down her belly, I started to unbutton her pants. I could smell her before the edge of her panties were exposed. Instead of pulling her pants off right away, I returned to embrace her lips with mine as I dipped one hand along her naked body and slide it underneath the folds of her underwear. She yanked her lips away from mine when she gasped at the touch of my fingers reaching her lower lips. I fondled her with my fingers on and round her nub while licking her nipples. She panted as I circled her clitoris and she grabbed the sheets under her when I dipped one finger inside. Stroking her mounds, Maggie moaned louder and louder as her wetness spread.

Removing my finger, she whined for more. I used both hands to remove her pants and underwear, but she started kicking them off in a rush. Maggie forced her lips to mine again as she took off my bra. I positioned myself over her this time, pressing my naked chest against hers. Shifting my hips to reach, my hand brushed down her skin to find her sex again. My mouth followed as I continued to explore her wet cave. Maggie breathed in elation as my tongue slipped over her exterior and my fingers eagerly massaged her on the inside. Her sweet smell and taste in my mouth excited my desire more. Within a few more strokes, Maggie climaxed.

Before she finished convulsing from her release, I began to slide one of the smaller dildos into her soaked opening. Her own moisture would make this process easier and more pleasurable now that she was relaxed. Sliding the toy in a little, I removed it quickly when she sharply breathed in. Maggie begged for more, so I slipped the device back insider her, that time pressing a little further and didn't remove it. She groaned, throwing her head back. I paused momentarily waiting to see her eyes again before continuing with my next thrust. Her moaning grew louder as she bit her lip and nodded for more. Again, I pulled out slightly and then plunged in one fluid movement. I paused waiting for Maggie to catch her breath when I saw the look of both pain and pleasure sweep across her face.

“Again,” she cried out after several breaths.

Following her direction, I repeated the thrust and this time her face showed a little less pain.

“Again,” she demanded.

That time, I returned my mouth to her nub and kept my eyes on her as I glided the dildo into her body with more ease.

“Don’t stop,” Maggie exclaimed.

I continued licking and pulsing repeatedly until she finally orgasmed and was shaking from the sensations.

I left the toy inside of her as I slide back up her body, kissing lightly from just above her lower lips all the way up to her neck, waiting for her instructions. She embraced my naked torso with one arm while placing her other hand along side of my face. We rolled together until I was underneath of her. After a few more kisses, she quickly went to the bathroom and removed and cleaned the dildo before returning.

Maggie kneeled on the bed over me, eager to return the favor. With most of her weight on top, our mouths met again as she caressed my jaw, neck and down to my breasts, and I moaned in satisfaction. Taking the lead, she moved down my body kissing a pathway to the edge of my bottoms. In one fluid movement, she unbuttoned my shorts and had them halfway down my legs.

We were both completely naked and exhilarated at the site of our unclothed bodies. She mounted me as I had her, pressing her entire hot, naked body onto mine. My skin was on fire and I could feel every little sensation, even her rock hard nipples brushing over me. I felt moisture dripping from my loins as our mouths wildly explored each others. Her mound was fondling mine as she moved her hips back and forth and I moaned loudly from the stimulation.

Pulling her mouth from mine, she began her adventurous exploration of my breasts and nipples as she carefully manipulated them with her hands and tongue. I groaned in disappointment when she drew away and headed south to my womanhood. As her lips pressed against my sex, my displeasure melted away. I could feel her warm breath sweeping across my skin as her tongue erotically investigated my folds. My hands found their way to my breasts, my eyes rolled in the back of my head, and my senses heightened as she slid a finger inside my cavern. I lost my breath as her mouth and fingers proceeded their slow, tantalizingly delicious rubbing between my legs.

Moan after moan escaped my throat, getting louder and louder with each passing of her fingers, until the sudden rush of relief filled my entire body and poured out stronger than I had ever felt, even during masturbation. My eyes swelled with moisture, but not near as much as there was between my thighs that Maggie was lapping up. She crawled over me, sucking my skin as I yearned to taste myself on her lips. More. My body craved more and instinctually I began thrusting and rubbing my groin against her leg. We stroked ourselves against each other’s thigh until we reached climax together.

Slinking back down my body as I tried to regain steady breathing, Maggie waited for my command to enter me with the foreign object. Unable to speak, I nodded with desire, a fervent need. A wicked grin spread across her face as she slowly began to fill me. She pushed gently and steadily as she watched my response. My hands grabbed my nipples, tightening with each passing stroke she nudged in. My insides yearned for more, more throbbing, more thrusting, more of this object inside me. I could feel everything.

“More,” I cried out in jubilation, “More!”

Suddenly there was a sensation that was a mixture of pain and pleasure that throbbed, ached inside of me. Maggie started to withdrawal the apparatus from me. Unable to speak, I ferociously shook my head, indicated my wants. Swiftly, she thrusted into me again and I howled at the repeated feeling of titillating torment. My arousal slowly overtook my body as my panting grew with each plunge of her delightful assault on my sex. A feeling of peaceful contentedness rose inside of me as each thrust brought me to a glorious orgasm.

My eyes were immediately heavy from the exhaustion and my body was triumphantly satisfied from what had just taken place. Maggie joined me, laying on the bed as our body lightly touched. We looked into each others eyes and had a giggling fit for several minutes. Our bodies were pleased, very pleased, but also sore.

The rest of that weekend, Maggie and I explored each other several more times as we experimented with different positions and ideas we wanted to try from the videos. Our bond as friends was forged into a tie that words cannot explain. I felt safe. I felt free. I felt reborn.

“I haven’t forgotten either,” Maggie comments. She must have seen me drift off remembering it. “Henry’s never been with two women at the same time.”

“I’m not sleeping with Henry,” I firmly snap. “We’ve never been with one of your boyfriends. Why would I with your fiancé?” I almost throw up in my mouth after uttering the word
fiancé
.

“It’s not like we haven’t shared a guy before,” she gently presses.

“This is different. You know that,” I explain.

“You promise that we will when we get back?”

She’s finally giving up on her quest.

“Yes,” I agree.

We head back to the guys at the bar after washing our hands and primping in the mirror. Maggie curls into Henry as I’m left standing by myself.

“What took you two so long?” Nathan needles.

“Nothing,” I reply.

“You two were getting it on,” he claims.

All of the tension Hiwalani massaged out of me this morning is starting to return.

“No.” I sharply retort.

“Leave her alone, babe,” Jared defends.

“Who was getting it on?” Jimmy questions after sipping his drink.

“Maggie and Emma in the bathroom,” Nathan giggles.

“No, we didn’t,” Maggie interjects. “We just kissed.”

“Wait. I thought you were into men,” Allen inquires.

“She is . . but, when she can’t find a man to satisfy her needs, she and Maggie hook up. They’ve been dong it since . . .”

I punch Nathan in the arm, cutting him off.

“Ow,” he whimpers. “What the hell.”

Pissed, I walk away not sticking around to hear the rest of the conversation. Not sure where to go, I make my way out to the parking lot. As I lean my back on the car and cross my arms, I see Joe following after me.

“Leave me alone,” I demand.

“Jared didn’t want you by yourself.”

“Well, then he should have joined me,” I say with agitation. “Besides, I’m a big girl and I know how to take care of myself.”

“Jared didn’t send me. I offered when I saw him going after you, but he was trying to keep Nathan from coming too,” Joe admits.

We stand without saying a word for a few minutes. Joe keeps his distance, but I can see the concern on his face. He wants to comfort me, but he’s not sure how.

“Want to talk about it?” Joe suggests rather than questions.

“About what? What do you want to know?” I heatedly throw back at him.

“I don’t need to know anything. I just thought you might want to talk,” he defends.

“Emma!” Maggie shouts from a distance. She continues shouting my name until she’s a few feet away. “Emma. The others want to stay, but Henry’s coming so we can head back. ”

“Sounds good,” I deliver with some irritation.

Maggie doesn’t seem to notice or realize that my anger wasn’t meant for her. She and I stand holding each other until Henry arrives.

Joe opens the front passenger door and waits for Maggie to get in.

“I’m sitting in the back with Emma,” she announces.

“You should sit with Henry,” I encourage, cognizant to what most likely will happen on the drive back to the hotel if we sit together and I’m not in the mood right now.

“No. I’m riding with you,” she insists.

Pulling her away from the car, away from earshot of Joe, I explain, “Maggie, I appreciate everything you’re doing, but I’m not in the mood and the last thing I need is . . . .”

“Okay. I understand,” she assures, a little disappointed by being turned down.

“Why don’t we see if Joe doesn’t mind driving,” I suggest. “That way you and Henry can relax and enjoy the back seats.”

“Yeah,” she cheerfully agrees.

Joe agrees to drive and gets the keys from Henry after closing the door behind me. Maggie and Henry enter the car on the same side as Joe. Within twenty seconds, we’re pulling out of the parking lot and Maggie’s climbing onto Henry’s lap. I do my best to tune them out while I sit in the front seat with my arms crossed, still fuming from Nathan’s sharing episode.

About twenty minutes later, the four of us are entering the lobby of the Four Season’s. I bid Maggie and Henry goodnight before rushing back to Sadie and my room.

“How’s my girl doing?” I ask Sadie as I step into the foyer of the suite.

She follows me all the way to our room eager for my attention. I avoid talking and making any kind of contact with Joe as I slam and lock my door closed. I then proceed to close and lock each of the two sliding glass doors and glide the wooden privacy shutters to block anyone from being able to look in while the lights are on. Flopping down on the bed, I cuddle with Sadie for a few minutes. She always knows how to calm me.

Restless and sweaty from dancing, I head into the bathroom for a shower. I purposefully grab my vibrator and pleasure myself — stopping after two intense orgasms. Once my pajamas are on and I finish getting ready for bed, I slip under the covers, turn off the lights, and focus on Sadie until my brain and body turn off for the night.

Pain and tension in my neck and shoulders pull me from a somewhat restful night’s sleep. I stretch a little on the floor before opening one of the sliding doors open wide enough to let Sadie out. Unfortunately, Sadie forces me out to the patio after her when she decides to enter Joe’s room. I can’t see anything, but Sadie comes immediately when I quietly call her name.

After Sadie runs around the yard for a few minutes, the two of us head back inside for her breakfast. Without realizing it, I make two glasses of clay along with Sadie’s food. The thought to just drink both glasses comes to mind, but suddenly Joe appears.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says pleasantly.

I nod indifferently.

“Still up for scuba?”

I almost forgot that we scheduled to go over to Molokini Crater today.

“Mmm hmm,” I reply as I gulp down the last of my drink.

Joe and I barely talk from our morning greeting until finally boarding the boat. When we arrive at the dock, I notice that Joe commissioned a private charter boat for our excursion instead of the group tour I had booked. I’m all about privacy, but the whole concept of paying a lot more for certain private access to things is weird to me.

I overhear him using boat lingo with the captain and crew just before the boat launches out into the water. With a beautiful interior living room, and one hundred and eighty degrees of view, Joe, Sadie and I have privacy and a spectacular display of the ocean.

Poking and jabbing at me a few times with words and his body, Joe threatens to spar with me if I don’t lighten up.

“Go ahead and try,” I encouragingly nudge. “You won’t win.”

“Ahh, there’s the Emma I’m looking for,” he playfully responds.

“What is it with guys like you and the need to have private jets or private this or private that?” I pick.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he chuckles.

“You know what I mean. We could have done the group tour I booked for where we’re headed.” I mention.

“This coming from a woman who loves her privacy,” he taunts, wrapping his arms around me.

“Ohh no you don’t,” I protest as I slip away from his embrace. “Yes. I like my privacy, but this is a little overboard, don’t you think?”

“No,” he argues, moving closer to me.

Shaking my head, I turn and look out the window.

He doesn’t force physical contact, but Joe stands close enough that when the boat sways, our shoulders bump into each other.

At some point, he places his hand on the small of my back and I allow it. “Thought you might like to know that the boat runs off of all electric motors,” he comments.

“Really?”

He’s piqued my interest.

“Yes. I know how important that is to you and I’ve been exploring more stuff about greener technologies across all industries since all of our business conversations,” he states.

I think he’s trying to impress me. I’m flattered and think it’s cute.

Extending our witty banter from before, I reply, “So, you were listening?”

“I always listen,” he informs.

The boat sways again, knocking me more off balance this time. My body lunges towards Joe, but he catches me effortlessly. Wrapping his arm around my waist, Joe steadies the two of us. I don’t try to get away from his embrace and we end up staying connected until the boat gets closer to our diving destination.

Once we’re close enough to the reef, Joe and I start stripping down to our bathing suits. Joe’s bare chest is an added view of beauty aside from the crystal water. Our captain and the crew instruct us on how to use the Snuba gear, but I get distracted on occasion when I look at Joe’s half naked body.

Snuba is different from snorkeling and is more closely related to scuba diving. Instead of carrying the oxygen tanks on our backs, they are attached to a raft that floats on the surface of the water. We’re able to go as far as fifteen feet deep below water level.

Strapped into our harness and with flippers on our feet, Joe and I head into the water. Sadie joins us for a few minutes, but I signal for her to stay on the boat until Joe and I return. While using the gear, we’re monitored the entire time we’re under water, but Joe and I are the only ones entering. As we begin swimming around, I see why Joe ordered the private charter, other than to impress me and be mindful of the environment with the electric motor, we are free to swim around and there isn’t a crowd of people near us, allowing for more of the marine life to swim closer.

I’ve seen pictures of aquatic life, but seeing it up close and in person is a completely different feeling. It’s otherworldly. The variety of colors and species is astounding. At some point, a bale of turtles come near us, close enough for us to reach out and touch their shells and bellies. Watching the animals dance around in the current is relaxing and peaceful. I feel the tension from last night and this morning melting away.

Fifteen minutes left on our tanks, we turn around to head to the boat. Surprisingly, several whale sharks head straight for us. As they approach, I notice that they circle around Joe and me. Staying close together, we watch the gentle giants. Even though I know that they’re vegetarians, the idea of being this close to a shark is still a little unnerving. One circles close enough, allowing Joe and I to reach out and touch it. I’m definitely glad that I didn’t cancel this morning’s adventure.

Sadie jumps into the water to greet us when Joe and I resurface from our excursion, getting a good laugh from us and the crew. Once we’re back on the boat, Joe, Sadie and I are offered a private lunch off of the bow of the boat. I should have seen this coming. A private boat. A private tour. Of course, we would have a private lunch. I’m starting to wonder if Joe planned this whole thing to be like a second date.

“So, what’s this all about?” I explore.

“What are you talking about?”

“A private boat. A private tour and now a private lunch. I’m starting to think that you are trying to sneak in a second date,” I state the obvious.

“No,” he bashfully disagrees. “We’re two friends hanging out.”

“Would you have planned all this with your brother?”

“Probably,” he answers slyly.

“Right . . .” I sarcastically reply.

He tries to hide a smile that forms in the left corner of his mouth. He’s definitely lying.

“Do you want to stay out here a little longer? Or, did you want to head back?”

“Now I know you’re lying,” I heckle.

We decide to jump in the water to cool off before heading back to Maui. Sadie joins us again, happy for the swim.

Once the boat starts moving back to land, Joe takes me on a little tour, answering my questions about sailing and boats. Several times, Joe tries to get close and kiss me, but I amusingly avoid. A girl needs to make the guy work for it sometimes; we can’t always be that easy.

While we are in a small, shallow hallway, the boat rocks hard enough, forcing us to collide. Joe steadies us up against the wall, pressing himself into me. We stay connected, drinking in the sight, smell and contact of our bodies. Seeing a chance, Joe kisses me and I willingly accept. As if we have all of the time in the world, our mouths leisurely dance on and around each other's. Softly, carefully, tenderly, we explore with our lips and tongues. His right hand sturdies us while his left caresses my cheek, chin and neck. Altering his feet, Joe pulls away and rests his body against the other wall. We exchange a glance or two before he cajoles me to move closer with his hands on my hips. Missing the closeness, I press myself against him as I run my hands up his chest and around his neck, returning my lips to his. Joe’s hands slide around my waist, drawing me closer.

“Excuse me, Mr. Covelli,” a voice uncomfortably mutters from my left.

I immediately break physical contact with Joe.

“My apologies. I need to get into that room,” one of the boat crew members informs, pointing to a door on the other side of us.

Shock and surprise swell inside of me like a swarm of bees. I completely forgot where we were. Embarrassed, I rush past the crew member and up a flight of stairs to the deck with Sadie on my heels. Joe finds me a minute later standing on one side of the boat. The soothing touch of his hand up and down my back titillates me at my very core, but does little to relax my stiffness. He sense my uneasiness and settles his hands on my shoulders, massaging them same way he did the other night on the beach.

Once the boat docks in Maui, we head back to the suite to wash up and change. I hang out with Sadie on the patio under the porch and Joe joins us on the other lounge chair as the three of us wait for our friends. We’ve scheduled a private dinner in the suit for our last night, so we read, talk and play with Sadie to pass the time.

Just as the sun starts to set, all eight of us are relaxing on the patio while the chef and his staff prepare the meal in the kitchenette. We laugh. We joke. We play card games as we eat and drink into the night.

Nathan purposefully sits next to me the majority of the time, trying to make amends for last night. He repeatedly apologizes, feeling bad at not remember what had all happened since he had so much to drink. I know Nathan loves me and was just kidding around, that’s what he, Jared, Maggie and I do, which is why I can’t stay mad at him for very long. The challenging part for me is when there are other people around. Usually he’s good about it in public, but I can sense that he sees Joe and Henry as part of our circle already, and Jimmy and Allen seem to be adding to the mix as well. I’m not fond of this group getting bigger.

Nathan knows a good deal about me and my past from Jared; how much from my past, I’m not entirely sure. Jared and him didn’t meet until just before the night Maggie and I lost our virginity, and it took a while before Jared included him in our outings. Nathan wasn’t there for the brunt of my first few years in California like Maggie and Jared, and over time he learned more about me. Nathan is family now, but it took a lot of time. It takes a lot of time for me to let anyone in.

I head inside to grab more drinks and snacks for everyone and Nathan follows me to assist.

Almost finished with the drinks, Nathan comments, “You know, you are going to need to open up more for these guys like you did with me.”

“Why? What are you talking about?”

I’m not sure where he’s going with that statement.

“They’re family now, especially with Maggie and Henry getting . . . .”

Hurt and scared by his words, my voice cracks as I cut him off. “They are not family. You, Jared and Maggie are family. Maggie’s family is family. That’s it. That’s my family. The rest of them are not my family and never will be.” I turn to get away and find Joe entering the dining room. My eyes immediately dart away, not wanting to explain myself. As I circle all the way around to head to my room, I see Maggie already out of the restroom. My heart stops as a knot forms in my throat. I know that Maggie heard me by the look on her face.

I dash past Maggie slamming my bedroom door behind me. Like last night, I close my room off, not letting anyone in. I’m ashamed that Maggie now knows how I feel. I’m embarrassed by my outburst. I’m humiliated that I just ruined Maggie’s celebration weekend. I’m mortified by it all. Panic, fear and sadness surround my heart and soul. Why did you have to say anything, Emma? Why couldn’t you just not say anything?

A light knock on the door snaps me from my self-bashing.

“Emma? Emma, please let me in,” Maggie calmly pleas.

I can’t face her. I know I can’t face her. Not now.

“Please, Emma. It’s just me,” she mentions. “I’m going to stand here until you let me in,” she sternly commands.

She knows how to get to me. I carefully unlock the door and crack it open an inch or two.

“There you are,” comments a smiling Maggie.

I look away as a tear falls down my face.

“Come on. Let me in,” she directs politely.

Looking beyond her, I check to make sure no one else is lurking. I take a step back, let her enter and lock the door. Before I turn all the way around to face her. Maggie throws her arms around me which catches me off guard.

“I’m sorry, Emma. I didn’t realize how this would affect you,” she announces.

“I’m fine. I over reacted and I’m sorry I’m ruining your vacation,” I reply, fighting back tears.

“You’re not fine. My vacation is not ruined. You didn’t overreact, you’ve kept things bottled up inside, not wanting to hurt me. I know that,” she replies softly in a motherly tone. “I should have known this wouldn’t be easy for you.”

“I’ve just gotten good hiding it from you,” I openly admit

Crap. Did I just say that?

She leads me over to the bed and we lay down facing each other.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing,” I honestly admit when it comes to the topic of her and me.

We don’t need to venture into the other topics I’m hiding from her and Jared right now.

“Do you think Henry and I are moving too fast,” she asks with concern.

“No. You are moving at your own pace, which suits you and Henry,” I offer honestly.

This puts a smile back on her face.

“I know he loves you and he wouldn’t have proposed if he didn’t. You two fit each other perfectly. It’s just a lot and all at once for me,” I share.

A tear falls from the corner of her eye. “Are you afraid that you are losing me?”

“A little,” I honestly answer.

I’m actually surprised that she’s talking to me right now. How can she not be mad at me? I feel like I’m being selfish.

“Ohh, Emma,” she cries, moving closer to me. “I’m never leaving you. You’re my sister. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I weep.

She moves closer and we mold into each other’s body.

Time passes and my tears eventually subside.

“Give me a minute. I’ll be right back, Okay?” Maggie announces.

I nod, not sure what she’s doing.

Maggie opens one of the sliding glass doors just over a foot and Sadie pops through. Maggie heads outside as Sadie and I snuggle on the bed. A minute or two later, Maggie comes back.