The Beach House (20 page)

“No one should have to get used to
this.”

“Not everyone’s like you and Joe, Kim.”

Kim stared at her, so close she was getting
almost as wet as Jenni, so close Jenni wanted to kiss her. These
two people had unleashed emotions and fantasies inside her she had
only rarely entertained since she was a teenager, and never with
the strength and inevitability she now felt. Kim turned away,
removing the temptation and Jenni was unsure if she was relieved or
not.

“Anyway, the dress is there and lunch is on
the table. I don’t know what Joe is going to say when he sees
those.”

“Maybe he won’t see them,” Jenni said.

Kim shot a glance over her shoulder and they
both knew Joe was soon going to see everything.

Alone, Jenni lifted her hands to her
breasts, not to cover but to lift them. Her thumbs stuck up, the
edge of her nails just touching the nipples and finding them erect.
Kim would have seen their hardness. Kim would have noticed the
nakedness of her labia. She turned the shower off and toweled dry,
pulled the jersey dress over her head, stretching her arms high the
only way she could squeeze into it, wriggling it down over her
curves. God, but it was tight, tighter than the last time. Perhaps
washing it had not been such a great idea. She felt more exposed
wearing the dress than if she had been naked, but there was nothing
else in the room and Jenni knew she didn’t care anymore.

She found Kim at the table trying to feed
Ami, who had more of the stewed chicken pasta in her hair and over
her cheeks than in her mouth.

“She’ll get the hang of it,” Kim said,
trying another spoonful.

“Give her the spoon,” Jenni said.

Kim laughed. “Yeah. You want this in your
hair too?”

“Try her,” Jenni said, sliding into the
chair across the table, sitting close to Ami. Ami turned to her and
offered a bright smile, the effect rather spoiled by the detritus
spattering her sweet face.

Kim opened Ami’s fist and placed the spoon
inside her palm. Ami looked down and lifted her hand, fascinated by
this new toy. Jenni leaned over and led her hand with the spoon to
the bowl in front of her, loaded a tiny morsel and then guided
Ami’s hand back up. Ami stared at Jenni, stared at the spoon,
stared at the food then jerked her hand out of Jenni’s grip and
slapped the spoon against her forehead.

Kim laughed. “Lousy aim.”

“She’ll get it.”

“She might starve first.”

Jenni laughed. “You’ve always got those as
backup,” nodding at Kim’s breasts displayed beneath the
cover-up.

“Got what as backup?” Joe asked as he came
in, hesitated for a moment then moved round and sat on the same
side as Jenni. Jenni noticed Kim flashing him a glance, but it was
more amused than annoyed.

“None of your business,” Kim said. “Now
you’ve
finally
decided to join us we can eat.”

The food was good but none of them had their
mind on eating except for Ami, and even though her mind was on it
her co-ordination didn’t help and eventually Joe took pity on Jenni
and retrieved the spoon, tried to offer what little remained in the
bowl. Ami pushed her bottom lip out and her eyes turned watery. Kim
picked her up out of the high chair, took her to the sink and
washed most of the gunk off before sitting her against her breast.
Ami closed her eyes and started to suckle noisily.

The atmosphere grew charged, all of them
sensing it. Jenni’s head was swimming as if she had finished a
bottle of wine, but they had only drunk water. Her fingers tingled
with the need to touch someone, to touch skin, to touch secret,
sensitive places only a lover knows. Her breath caught in her chest
and she knew the skin tight jersey was telegraphing her arousal to
Kim and Joe, her nipples straining against the sheer material and
she didn’t dare glance down.

Joe was talking about something, explaining
how he was going to need to go on a book tour when they returned to
New York, how he hated them but knew they was an essential evil,
and Jenni heard herself asking perfectly logical and sane questions
but it sounded as though they came from far away and from someone
else.

“... London, Paris, Amsterdam, Copenhagen,
down to Milan and Rome, over to Madrid, back to England for the
Oxford Literary Festival then this really tiny town called Hay on
Wye where they’ve turned the whole place over to books. I’ll be
gone a couple of months.”

Jenni listened to his answer but had
forgotten the original question; all she heard was his voice, dark
and rich, the rumble it made in the air, the resonance is caused in
her chest.

“Will Kim and Ami go with you?”

Joe shook his head. “Kim hates all the false
sycophancy and hypocrisy. I’ll try and get back if I get a chance,
but we both know I’ve got to do the tour. It’s only every couple of
years.” Joe stared into her eyes, seemed about to add something
before thinking better of it.

Across the table Kim pulled Ami from her
nipple and lifted her to her shoulder. Rub... circle... rub... loud
expulsion of gas. Ami’s breathing changed, grew soft and sibilant.
Kim stood and handed Ami’s soft, boneless body to Joe who took her
upstairs to her cot.

Jenni started clearing the table, stacking
dishes, running water into the sink.

“We can leave these,” Kim said, standing
behind her, standing so close Jenni felt the heat radiating from
her.

“It won’t take long to do them now.”

“I usually take a nap after lunch. Why don’t
you do the same?”

Kim was offering something else but Jenni
still found herself saying, “I’ve never done that.”

“There’s always a first time for
everything,” Kim said, her hands touching Jenni’s hips and
lingering. Joe came back and looked at them.

“Shall I stack?”

“Jenni insists on washing the dishes now,”
Kim said. She leaned her cheek against Jenni’s shoulder, her
breasts pressed to Jenni’s back.

“I’ll dry and you stack. Five minutes and
we’ll be done.”

Jenni swirled water around the plates,
handed them to Joe. Joe dried and placed them on the worktop. Kim
picked them up and stacked them in the cupboards. They had managed
to half finish before Kim gave a strangled moan and came back to
stand behind Jenni. Her hands slid around Jenni’s hips and without
thinking Jenni leaned back into the embrace. It was an instant of
abandon and suddenly everything tipped beyond control. Kim’s hands
lifted from Jenni’s hips and circled her stomach, rose again and
cupped the deep undercurve of her breasts. The sensation of having
another woman holding her breasts forced a sound from deep inside
Jenni’s throat. Her head was spinning. She had her hands still
buried in hot water but barely noticed.

Joe moved close against Jenni’s side and
touched her face with soft fingers, turning her toward him, and as
she came around his lips met hers and the contact sent shivers
through her core.

Kim dropped her hands again and Jenni wanted
Joe to touch her breasts now but he waited. Kim lowered her hands
to the hem of the tight dress and tugged, easing the stretch
material upward. Jenni offered no resistance, cool air touching her
thighs as the dress rose, allowing herself to be revealed, wanting
to be revealed, the air touching her shaved labia, touching her
hips. The dress gathered at her waist and Kim went to her knees and
kissed Jenni on the small of her back, started to kiss around the
edge of her ass, moving lower all the time and Jenni recalled Kim’s
tongue against her ass and almost swooned. They were both touching
her, Joe kissing her arched neck and Jenni closed her eyes, losing
herself in the sensation of two people caressing her body. She
wanted this, believed she had wanted this forever, but unsure until
this moment. Yes! She wanted this.

Joe’s hand touched her belly bared by the
dress and started working higher. The undersides of her breasts
became exposed as he drew the dress upward and now Joe did touch
her, stroking his fingers along the full curves, pulling, lifting
the dress over her breasts until they swung free and the dress was
around her neck, her arms still encased in a second skin but the
rest of her body naked. Joe bent and sucked a rigid nipple between
his lips, bit gently with his teeth and Jenni’s knees buckled. Kim
had reached the back of her thighs and worked her way around to the
front. Joe shifted, replacing her, standing behind Jenni and
cupping her breasts in his hands. Jenni’s breasts spilled over the
side of Joe’s hands. She leaned back into him, grinding herself
against the hardness pressing into the small of her back. Kim moved
around and kissed Jenni’s stomach, tasting her skin with tiny,
teasing pecks. Jenni was awash with lust, abandoned by sense or
shame. These two could do with her as they wished, anything they
wished; Jenni wanted everything, wanted to abandon herself to their
will. She dropped her hand behind to Joe’s pants, the long ridge
formed by his cock beneath her fingers. Joe pressed himself into
her touch, moving so his covered cock slid against her hand.

Kim pushed Jenni backward, trying to open
her thighs for her tongue and Jenni allowed access, leaning against
Joe who moved back and knocked into a chair. The legs scraped
against the wooden floor and Joe sat abruptly, pulling Jenni
against him, lifting her hair and placing his mouth against her
neck. Jenni moaned and touched her breast, the rigid tip of her
nipple, having never known it as hard and sensitive as now. Kim’s
tongue found her clitoris as she scuttled forward between Jenni’s
legs.

Jenni fumbled beneath herself with Joe’s
pants, struggling to free his cock and he dropped his hands, his
mouth remaining clamped to her neck, and helped, unzipping and
pushing his pants down and suddenly Jenni’s fingers were around the
hot bare skin of his cock and she gripped him, so much thicker and
longer than Mark. Kim’s tongue worked against her hard. Joe’s naked
legs and cock pressed against her ass and Jenni rubbed him
frantically, her closed fist striking Kim as she sucked at Jenni’s
clitoris. The tremor started deep back inside her belly and Jenni
knew she was going to come harder than she ever had in her life.
She whimpered as she felt the orgasm build and blossom. Jenni
twisted away from Kim’s tongue, towards Joe, lifting her legs and
straddling him so his cock pressed against her belly, dropped her
head to Joe’s neck and bit him, not caring if she left a mark.
Jenni jerked and Kim came back at her from behind, her mouth
exploring her back, her ass parted as she leaned toward Joe and
Kim’s tongue found her as it had found her last week, touched the
nestled bud and Jenni cried out against Joe’s neck as her knees
shook. All sensation left her legs as her being centered between
her thighs, the rush and explosion too much to bear and Jenni’s
conscious mind swirled and departed, the whole world graying out
and fading.

She didn’t think she passed out, not quite,
because when she next became aware she was still upright on Joe’s
lap. Kim had slipped her hand beneath Jenni, freeing Joe’s cock and
she sucked him, her head bumping against Jenni’s ass. Jenni climbed
off Joe, stood breathing hard watching Kim fellate her husband. She
knelt behind Kim, kissing her shoulder. Kim was still dressed in
bikini bottoms and the thin cover-up and Jenni pushed the top
aside, slipping her hands inside to grasp Kim’s small, neat
breasts. Kim shivered as Jenni’s fingers found her sensitive
nipples.

Joe pushed Kim away and stood, breathing
hard.

“I want to take you upstairs,” he said.
“Both of you.”

Jenni looked up at him past Kim’s head. Joe
stood unashamed, his hard cock pulsing with each heartbeat. Jenni
tried to reach around Kim and kiss his gorgeous cock but was unable
to reach. Kim moved beneath her, also rising.

“I want that too,” she said.

Jenni looked at them, still on her knees.
She could reach Joe’s cock now but was suddenly shy. This was the
moment, the one she had dreamed of since she had first seen this
perfect couple. She nodded and offered her hand.

***

The bedroom window was open and a breeze caught at
the light drapes, billowing them into the room. The surf sounded
loud, the tide bringing it close. Joe had left his pants on the
kitchen floor, pulled his t-shirt off and lay on his back on the
bed, hands behind his head, a smile on his handsome face.

Kim removed the cover-up, stripped her
bikini briefs off. She turned to Jenni and tugged the ridiculous,
wonderful jersey dress over her head, took Jenni’s hand and led her
to the bed. There was no sense of oddness, what they were doing
seemed the most natural thing in the world. Jenni wanted this,
wanted this like she had never wanted anything before.

Jenni knelt on the edge of the bed and
leaned over Joe, gripping his cock, finally doing what she had
wanted to do since revealing him. She dipped and kissed the smooth
head. It was slick with Joe’s pre-cum and Jenni closed her full
lips around the base of his glans and let her tongue slip and probe
against the oozing opening. She heard Joe gasp. Kim’s head rested
against hers. Kim pushed against her, licking Joe’s shaved balls
heavy with promise. Jenni wanted him completely. She took him
deeper into her mouth, gripping his shaft tight within her lips,
wetting half his length. She needed more. Mark had not let her take
his cock in her mouth for years, had never wanted her to do this
thing she loved. Jenni remembered the last time someone had come in
her mouth, is seemed so long ago, and she reached down to touch
herself and found her pussy slick and sensitive. She pushed down on
Joe, wanting all of him, the head of his cock bumping against the
back of her mouth. Jenni opened her lips wider and pressed harder,
letting the top of Joe’s cock slide into her throat. She breathed
hard through her nose, experiencing no reflex to gag, she never
had, only fulfillment.