The Beach House (11 page)

She put the pan back on the stove and cooked
three pancakes the way he liked them.

Why am I doing this?
The thought ran
like fire through Jenni’s head. Mark was upstairs jacking off and
she stood down here making him breakfast, same as she did every
morning. Is this what
he
did while she fried bacon?

Well fuck him,
she thought, and
tipped the contents of the pan into the garbage. He can make his
own breakfast. Pulling on her jacket Jenni left the house, grabbing
Joe’s book from the hall stand, slamming the door hard, making sure
Mark knew she was gone.

Jenni knew she was going to pay for this
minor act of rebellion later. Mark would come in drunk and pick a
fight, any excuse or no excuse at all, take it as reason enough to
start knocking her around. She jumped in her beat up truck and
waited while the engine turned over, sounding as it always did as
though it wasn’t going to start. But it always did – eventually.
She drove through town and beyond, toward to the beach. Getting an
early start on the cleaning might give her time to see Joe and Kim
for lunch. Just the thought brought warmth to her belly where a
moment before had been cold anger.

***

It was a little after one as Joe watched Jenni walk
from the house next door. Joe and Kim had gone into town earlier,
returned with bags of groceries, holding off preparing lunch,
hoping Jenni would arrive. Her pickup was parked in its usual
place, so they knew she was around somewhere.

Joe heard her knock on the porch side and
Jenni dropped a checked bag containing clean linen on the boards.
Another identical bag with the old sheets and towels was already
waiting for her to take away, Joe thinking again about what might
run through Jenni’s mind as she washed them, seeing the stains his
semen had left on the sheets, the dampness from Kim, the soured
smell of breast milk that flowed too copiously.

Joe leaned against the porch rail as Kim
came out and kissed Jenni. Kim stood back and looked Jenni openly
up and down.

“Looking good, girl,” Kim said, and Jenni
blushed. It was obvious she had made an effort, crisp cotton shorts
to her knees, white linen blouse unbuttoned half way to display the
same black bikini top that seemed the only one she possessed, her
skin tanned, glowing against the white linen.

“You look good too.” Joe saw Kim simper a
little, because she knew she did. Joe thought she was being
deliberately decadent, wearing the gauzy blue cover-up from the day
before, tied above breasts unencumbered by any other covering. The
flimsy polyester hid nothing, Kim’s breasts on clear display and
her dark nipples obvious. She had told Joe she was going to wear
nothing at all under the cover-up, but relented when he said that
was probably too much too soon, so a pair of tiny white bikini
briefs covered her... just.

“We haven’t eaten yet if you want to join
us,” Kim said. “Or are you and Joe going swimming first?”

“I don’t know. What do you think, Joe?”

“I don’t think he can wait,” Kim answered
for him. “He’s been like a puppy all morning.”

“Have not.”

Kim gave him a glance that said she didn’t
believe him, and Jenni laughed. “Are you two always like this?”

“Oh no,” Kim said. “Sometimes I tease him a
little.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Joe said, and as he
brushed past Jenni lifted his hand and let it trail against her
shoulder. “If you’re ready, that is.”

“Sure. Let me get these off.” Jenni
unbuttoned the rest of her top, folded it neatly and placed it on
the bleached table. She unzipped her shorts and let them drop, bent
from the waist in the same way Joe had seen yesterday, flexible and
unstrained, picked the shorts off the floor and folded them next to
her top. She turned and joined Joe, magnificent in her beauty, body
gleaming and glowing, hair falling in russet curls over her
shoulders. She put her hand beneath its weight and drew it all over
one shoulder, a habit Joe had seen her do more than once as they
walked back along the beach.

“Enjoy yourselves,” Kim said. “Lunch when
you get back. Don’t be more than an hour.”

Joe waved his hand without looking back and
broke into a jog, pleased when Jenni matched him. He glanced
across, drawn to the sight of her breasts rising and falling with
each stride. The bikini top was tiny, its black cotton stretched
tight over her large breasts, the straps cutting lines in her
shoulder as the weight of them fell on each step. Joe tried to hold
back so he could study the way her ass moved in the non-matching
gray briefs but Jenni looked back at him and grinned.

“Eyes front, soldier.”

Joe blushed. He increased his pace and
passed her easily, heard her laugh and then his feet were in the
surf, the waves big after the storm, the sky still scudded with
cloud but the air was warm and the sea felt good against his legs.
As soon as the water was deep enough he dove in, the tug of a
breaker passing over him, surfaced and shook water from his eyes,
his too long hair flicking drops around him.

He pulled himself out through the breakers
until the water calmed. The waves still came in as big as ever, but
out here they were no more than a steady rise and fall, lifting his
body, dropping him back into each trough. Jenni stroked toward him
with an easy crawl, hair streaking along her back, face lifting to
one side as she breathed.

She reached him and trod water, three feet
between them.

“I like to swim way out, Joe.”

“How far?” He looked into her eyes.

“Way out. I like going too far.” She stared
back, a faint smile playing on her kissable lips. Joe wanted to
drift across and pull her against him, wasn’t sure if he did she
would offer any resistance. He shivered involuntarily and shook his
head, making out he was clearing spray from his face.

“Me too. Is it going to be a race?”

Jenni shook her head. “I don’t think so, do
you? We can take as long as we like.” This time there was no
mistaking the intention behind her words. She twisted into a crawl
and deliberately brushed past him. As she touched him she turned on
her side, as though rolling with the stroke, but the movement
brought her firm breast sliding along his flank, her hip followed
and finally the silky length of her thigh.

Joe rolled and followed close behind,
tempted to reach out and grab her ankle, pull her back against him.
Some faint remnant of reserve prevented him. He drifted to one
side, trying to keep a distance between them, trying to reduce the
temptation.

The ocean cooled as they stroked further
from land. Jenni swam well, her movements economic, perfect body
sliding through the water as though this medium belonged to her.
Joe kept pace, almost equally at home, but he made a splash where
Jenni parted the water, he needed to exert more effort, but because
he was stronger he was faster than Jenni and after a while he put
his head down and pulled ahead.

When he stopped, breathing hard, he looked
back and found the shore was now a half mile distant. The swell
carried his body with it, remorseless, not caring about such meager
beings as he and Jenni.

A strong current plucked at Joe’s feet and
when Jenni reached him he said, “Is there an undertow out
here?”

“A little.” He was glad to see Jenni
breathing almost as hard as him. “It’s fine right now, but can get
bad when the tide turns. Don’t worry, we’ll be back by then.”

“I didn’t even think about the tide. When
does it turn?”

“Couple of hours yet.” The swell and current
caused Jenni to drift away, and she casually reached across and
placed her hand on his shoulder to maintain her position. Joe’s
concentration centered on her touch, the curl of her fingers across
his skin. “The water’s cold this far out.”

“Are you okay?” Joe asked.

“Fine.” Jenni nodded. “I didn’t mean I
wanted to go in. I like the cold – it make me feel alive.” The
swell rose, pushing her toward him. Her breasts touched his chest.
Then the sea dragged her back and her fingers tightened on his
shoulder to stop herself drifting away. “How about you? Do you swim
in the ocean much? I don’t even know if you can where you come
from.”

Joe laughed as the current drew her back to
him and her nipples dimpled against his skin (only the cold, he
thought, making them that rigid), and this time her leg brushed
his, brushed between his thigh as though an accident and Joe knew
she had felt how his cock was thick inside his trunks. She was
drifting again and this time he put his hand on her arm, high up
near the top, as though helping her stay close.

“I swim in the ocean when I get the chance,
but we’re from New York, and the Hudson’s not so good for swimming.
The ocean near us is as cold as a witch’s tit. But we’ve got a pool
at home so I swim every day.”

“You look like a swimmer.” The water brought
Jenni back to him, her belly against his, her breasts flattening on
his chest and her other hand touching his waist, holding them
together.

“What does a swimmer look like?” Joe asked.
His cock ached, Joe afraid it would slip from the leg of his
trunks, didn’t know if that would be good or bad.

“Slim, muscular, not all beefed up.
Good.”

“I guess you look even better than that,”
Joe said.

Jenni smiled. “Why Joe, was that a
compliment?”

“Sure.”

“So sweet,” Jenni said, and this time when
the swell brought her against him she grinned and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you, Joe, but I know damn well I’m not a quarter as
beautiful as Kim.”

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.