Promise To Be Tender: Part Nine

We stayed stretched out in the bunny rabbit bed sheet fort for awhile, recovering and mellow. I pondered the power of what we had done. Our sex was hot, but loving, too. Jenny came twice, and I couldn't erase the fucking smile from my face. That was when I told the girls that it had been my first time having "doggy style," and Jenny laughed and rubbed the front of my boxers.

"Aw, Mac, did I break your 'doggy style cherry'?"

"I shouldn't have said anything." I looked away and pretended to pout, dramatically throwing the back of my hand across my forehead and doing a pathetic fake cry.

I peeked out from under the hand, smirking as I asked,

"Wanna do it again?"

Kris and Jenny both laughed and squished me with pillows, hugs, and kisses. The warm sun came through the bunny rabbit print of the sheet, making the fort like a sort-of sauna. I had an idea.

"Hey, girls, let's go to the beach."

Cheers. "Yeah!"

We returned the chairs and sheets to inside, folding the quilt to take with us. I filled the ice chest with drinks, and Kris grabbed grapes and cookies. We were removing the clothing we had fucked around in, and Kris asked if we should shower before going. I looked up, sticking my duds in the washer, "Oh, yes, and don't forget to curtsy for the Queen...Kris, it's an ocean beach. We'll shower when we come back."

She stuck her tongue out, so I kissed her, copping a quick grab on her soft butt. "Hey!" she exclaimed, grabbing at me, but too slow... too slow.

"Too slow, Mamma!"

When we arrived at the beach, we dropped our things, and ran into the surf, yelling and splashing one another until we were pretty doused. Several times we got close and exchanged kisses for lovers; she and me, me and she, she and she, hee hee hee!

People that saw us gaped, some turned away, and one older couple walking along simply smiled. Once we were ready, we spread out the quilt and spooned. Jenny, then Kris, and then me behind Kris. More staring... fuck 'em.

(Not really, though. I DO have my hands full already, right?!)

After the sun had done the work of warming and drying one side of us, we turned to face the opposite direction. Kris placed her arm around me, and I held it there. How long did we stay like that? Not sure. Her breath against my back sent an involuntary shiver through me, and I clasped my hand around the back of the one against my abdomen, feeling her squeeze back. Slowly, after awhile, I moved the hand to my mouth, and placed a soft kiss on it. I felt her sigh, because the sound of the ocean was all I could hear. I did hear Jenny sleepily ask if we should go home, since fog was headed in.

On the way back, Jenny was intently looking at her phone, and we were all quiet. She walked up the street to make a call after we parked. Kris and I looked at each other, and Kris shrugged. She got in the shower.

Jenny came in, and I asked, "What's up?"

Her husband wanted her back. He had been seeing a marriage counselor in her absence. He was saying all the right things. He had asked her to come back and give him a week to "prove what they have is real and worth saving."

"You're going."

"Yes. Yes, Mac, I'm going."

I looked in her eyes. "You aren't coming back, are you?"

She took a deep breath. "Maybe I should wait and talk with you and Kris at the same time. Would that be alright, Mac?"

I nodded, and offered her a beer. In a few minutes, Kris came out, announcing there was plenty of hot water, so we should go for it. I looked at Jenny. Kris laughed, and said we may as well shower together while she prepped something for us to eat.

"Go, you two! Make it fun. Geez, you look like we just came back from a funeral!"

I kissed Kris, and joined Jenny in the bathroom. She was stripped and stepping into the bathtub, and I did the same. We said nothing, allowing the water to flow over us, grabbing the shower hose to get completely soaked. I shut it off to save hot water, and we soaped ourselves, not looking at each other. She turned slightly, and I put my hands on her back to lather it, rubbing firmly. She was tense, and I moved closer, touching my body to hers from behind, rubbing her all over, slowly. I decided to get us rinsed, adjusting the temperature and doing it quickly, then putting the nozzle in the holder with the water flowing down over us.

I pulled her forcefully to me, crushing her mouth under mine, feeling her sobs in my kiss and in her body. My mouth moved over her face, kissing her, and I bent her back enough to kiss her neck to the shoulder. My tears flowed onto her skin. I pulled back and looked into her own tearful eyes. "Mac..." was all she said.

I lifted her as I stared into her eyes, spreading her legs as I held her thighs from behind, and drove the hardness into her that had been there since stepping into the shower. She was wet inside, but the force took her breath. I pushed her against the wall, pumping into her tightness with medium strokes, increasing speed as she instinctively contracted her muscle around me, closer and closer to orgasm. She began to pant out in sharp sobs and cries, and climaxed, bucking hard into me. I held her position, not stopping the motion, and she rapidly came again, yelling loudly, then moaning as I stroked steadily, finally kissing her as I too climaxed, leaving everything in her, tears again flowing from both of us.

I released her, turned on the shower again, and rinsed us with warm water, stepping out at the end, offering her my hand.

After we had dried ourselves, I said to her, "What has happened here between the three of us has been real for ME, and you're loved, and you will be missed."