Fiona at the Beach House

Fiona at the Beach House

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Fiona at the Three Star Beach House

Tommy Linarcos

I stood at the deck railing, looking out over the beach at Lake Michigan. It was the first time I'd ever seen the sun go down over the lake. I've seen it rise over it many times from different spots in Chicagoland, but this was the first time I'd been to the Michigan side, here at the Michigan Dunes, and got to see the sunset. I wasn't sure if I could make out little sticks on the horizon -- people say on a clear evening, you can see the Chicago skyline as the sun gets low, or at least the Willis Tower. Maybe I needed some binoculars. It didn't matter. It was the touch of the light and the color of the breeze that was special.

That and the two naked boys in the bed behind me.

"Fiona, come back," Scott beckoned me.

"No, you guys have to see this. This is why we came."

* * *

School was out for the summer, and my boyfriend, my love, my Scott, and I had made plans for a getaway. We'd gotten together in March, after a year of not being together, so we missed planning something nice for Spring Break. Just kind of stayed home then, played together and with friends in parent-free houses.

Our friend Al -- Albert, but no one really calls him that unless I want to get his attention -- comes from California, and we thought a beach holiday would be fitting, a reminder of his old home. But Scott knew we'd have to do it right -- in order to be reminded of the west coast, we'd have to be on the other side of the lake. We found someone who rented a beach house near the Warren Dunes. Camping at the Dunes had been proposed; I'm outdoorsy enough, but I really didn't want to deal with a tent and stuff. Scott found the place, and our dates were wide open, so we took it. Scott didn't tell me how much it cost -- I mean, it was June, high-season, demand, and all that -- but he split the cost with our friends, who were also coming. A couple dropped out, we got a couple more to join in. Four bedrooms and a semi-private beach. The beach was the whole, wide-open beach -- no fences, of course -- but the part in between the house and the lake belonged to the house's owner, which means it was our private beach. Which was nice.

The drive was... well, it was a long drive. I won't get into it. Suffice it to say that Scott and his bud Danny drove us without incident, we played good music, and I took a nap. And we stopped off at a McDonald's along the way.

We're all seventeen, Juniors-soon-to-be-Seniors, but Scott's folks were confident in his driving skill. He has a lot of freedom at home, so they weren't too concerned about us going away for a few days. They trusted him. Same with Al. The rest of us had to do some convincing, more about directions and safety and money than the unsupervised house, thankfully. My parents liked Scott, and they knew. They knew we were in love and shared an `active' life together. And they knew it had been about a year since they had to worry about my virtue. That was long-gone and I was medically safeguarded from becoming a mother. Gwen, my friend and Danny's love, just started hers.

We arrived at the house, checked it out, chose bedrooms, unpacked the car, blah, blah, blah. We had to get on that sand! Time to get in our suits! And I bought such a cute new suit! Actually, I got two! Scott and I had dibs on the master bedroom with the biggest bed, so we changed together. And that in itself was so cool! Like it was our bedroom, our home. A couple who'd been together and were such good friends we could change clothes in front of each other without ducking into the washroom. You know, "Honey, did you see where I packed my suit? Did I even bring a pair of sandals?" That stuff.

Scott held me at arm's length to check out my suit. It's white with blue cornflower designs. "You look like fine china. Hope I don't break you." And he kissed me -- oh, I love his kisses! -- each one makes me think about that year we wasted not being with each other. No, I don't really think about it, but just some part in my chest squeezes, and I can feel the emotion rolling, and it has color -- sometimes warm-gold, sometimes love-red, and I just open up and can't get enough of him. His taste, his scent. The feeling of his tongue dancing in my mouth, his body under my hands, the little things he says in my ear, and then when he enters me, I'm gone.

I wanted to just knock him down on that bed, and mount his body, and have him flip me over and fuck me hard until... But we were all going to check out the softness of the sand and the temperature of the lake.

Our room had glass doors out onto a wooden-fenced deck looking at the lake, but I didn't want to jump over the fence, so we took the long way. Scott stopped at Al's open door. He was naked. "Hi!" he waved at us. He was digging through his bag. "I did bring a suit, honest!" He dug down and pulled out a dark green one. His cock was waggling as he tried to hop into the suit, but he was having trouble. I have to say, he has a nice cock. He sat on his bed and pulled his trunks on much easier.

Seeing Al naked was nothing new.

Scott and Al finally met this year after three years of not-quite-meeting, and now are fast friends. But I've known Albert since he moved here near the end of 8th Grade. He came here from California, and had moved around there a bit before his dad got a job offer out here. He told me that was why he never got braces. His teeth were fine, but he had this one snaggletooth right next to his front teeth, and it was kind of cute. So, though we weren't besties, Al's always been around since then. We've been in the same English class every year, so far, and gym a few semesters, and the odd class like World History and Consumer Ed. Never partners on a project or anything, but we were friends.

It's hard not to keep an eye on him since he is incredibly hot.

Now, so is my Scott, don't take my meaning wrong. But I'm telling you about Al. This boy's skin glows. Like he brought the west coast sun with him. Like he was Hercules at the end of the cartoon when he came up out of Hades carrying Meg. He has blonde hair that always looks like he just towel-dried it hours after he stepped out of the shower. A few sun freckles across his nose, and blue eyes. He acts in some of the plays at school, but in the fall and winter, he's on the Gymnastics team and his body is amazing. I'd seen him in uniform, and in his swim trunks both at the school's pool in gym class and at Milner Pool in town, so I knew he owned a set. You just want to touch him and see if his bod's real. He's the guy all the girls say about, "Oh, too bad he's gay."

But he was gazing at my breasts. Maybe he just liked my top.

Now my Scott is incredible, too. Brown hair, brown eyes, strong chin. Plays on the Soccer team in the fall and the Swim team in winter, so his body... just makes me melt. He plays saxophone in the Jazz Band year `round, so he's got some talent, too. He's not big like a Football guy, and he has what he calls his `swim layer' of skin over his muscles, so though his skin is soft, I can feel his steel underneath. I love tracing his pecs as much as he loves fondling my breasts. His cock... he says it's seven and a half inches but I don't care; I have never failed to have an orgasm when we make love... or when we just fuck. Especially when we just fuck.

Scott and I were destined to be together, and destined to stay together now that we were, so you should know that from the start. I am madly, and maybe recklessly, in love with my Scotty. We've got a year before either of us might have to move away for college, so we've got time to make good plans.

All set, Al grabbed his towel and we joined the others out on the sand.

After the drive, it was nice to get outside and jump around a bit. I tried the water, but it was cold. It always is in June -- it's actually best in September after the lake has had a few months to warm up. After some fun, I went back to our blanket, and Gwen joined me. I'd go back in the water after I'd gotten some rays, I'm not one of those girls who worries too much about her hair. I take care of it, but it's ponytail time here at the beach.

"It's fun watching the boys wrestle," Gwen observed, spying from behind her sunglasses.

"You can almost feel their hands all over you," I agreed.

"Tori doesn't have to imagine," Gwen pointed out. Tori was currently single and enjoying every minute of being grabbed and tossed. "I didn't want to ask in the car, but is she with Luke?"

"No, but I'm glad he came." When Charlie and Allison dropped out, we had room for two more, and you don't have to be a couple, you know? We're all just friends. I watched my Scott pick up Al and fall backwards into the water.

"Tori will try and fuck him, anyway," Gwen knew.

"Oh, that is assured," I laughed. We were a group of seven, now. Al's boyfriend Benji got sick and dropped out yesterday. Scott ate his share of the cost. I don't know where Scott and Danny got all the money from, and Scott told me not to ask.

Tori was climbing on top of Gwen's Danny. "Or she may try to steal Danny from you..." I joked.

"Not happening..." Danny was devoted to Gwen.

But then there was Al. He was climbing on Scott for a game of Chicken.

I knew Al and my Scott had fooled around, a little. Friday nights are Guys Night Fridays -- and Girls Night Fridays, for that matter -- and I know they've gotten lonely and horny, sometimes, and had some fun. I'm not concerned. Guys do that, I've found.

A few weeks ago, I'd invited friends over to my house since my parents were away for the night. They'd driven to a club and resort up in Lake Geneva, so the house was mine until they got back. There were four couples: me and Scott, Albert and his boy Benji, Danny and Gwen, and our other friends, Charlie and Allison. We'd been spread to different bedrooms. Scott and I took the big bed in my folks' room, while Al and Benji were entrusted with my bedroom, next door. The others were in other places. I wasn't sure who was going to be spending the night, but my goal was to finally wake up in my boyfriend's arms with the morning light, and maybe wake him up with a blowjob before some hot morning sex!

After we had had our first amazing session together that night, and we were lying in each other's arms, cuddling, Al had wandered into our room, naked.

He just said to us, "Benji's passed out. Like, in the middle of the bed. I could push him over, some, but I'm not ready to sleep. What's going on with you guys?"

Scott just looked at me and then kind of laughed at him. "What the heck do you think is going on, you goofball?" He sat up in bed and stretched, arms out and away and then bent the elbows, like proving he was a superhero. Well, he is mine, anyway. And he looks like one, to be honest, so I can't complain.

Scott gave me a look, like `Fiona, you okay? Or should I kick him out?' but I just barely shrugged, gave Scott a slight smile. You know you're in love when you can communicate silently like that. And we were very good friends before we were in love. And I wasn't too worried about Al seeing me naked. Without getting into details, there had been a couple small group sessions, let's call them, in our sex life -- no orgy, but naked friends were together. My boobs were no secret. But I am proud of them, and Scott calls them `spec-tac-u-lar.' That was the first time I'd seen Al completely naked, though.

"Well, I figure there has been some wild, yet tender, lovemaking happening in this room," Al said. "But the walls stopped shaking and things got quiet, so I thought it might be a good time to come visit." Al smiled his bright smile, evident from what light was leaking through the now-open door.

"Busting into our room seemed your best option?" I asked, but with a laugh.

"I did knock," he said.

"Well, have a seat, mon frère," Scott offered.

I'd looked at Scott a little surprised, but not really surprised, I guess, after everything in the last month or so.

Al took a seat on the bed, on my side, sitting half-on with one leg curled under him, the other foot still on the floor. Maybe he was letting me know he was comfortable, yet temporary. He hadn't fully climbed on as if he expected to become part of our lovemaking.

Either way, he was giving me a better look at his cock. Like I said, it's a nice cock.

"So, I was at that point," Al explained about his intrusion, "where I was going to have to turn on your Sleeping Beauty lamp by your bed, Fee, and flip through your books and magazines on your nightstand, or come out and find something on TV. Charlie and Allison are missing from the couch, so I would've been alone in your living room. And I'm a social animal. I need to be with people."

"You can hang with us for a bit," Scott told him.

"Cool."

I didn't want to seem like the bad guy then by refusing, and I'll admit I didn't mind taking the time to check out Al's body. And why not? Naked is naked. But I didn't want that awkward pause where you go, "So..."

"What did you guys wind up doing last time on Guys' Night Friday?" I asked the two of them. "Go watch Colton baseball lose to Morton?"

They both laughed. "Lose to Morton... right..." Scott shook his head. "No. Didn't go to the game. Just hung out."

"We've got to find a decent pool hall around here, man." Al shook his head sadly.

"I know! The bowling alley tables, filling `em with quarters sucks, and you have to wait for one of the two tables..." Scott, holding me, was kind of rocking me with his pseudo-anger.

"You guys did the movies, last week..." I put out there.

"Movies are crap right now, so..."

"So I listened to him get drunk and whine about how much he wished you were there!" Al finished for him.

"Oh, did you miss me?" I gave him my sad little girl voice, and leaned in to nuzzle his throat.

"You'll never know how much..." Scott moaned, caressing my breasts.

I heard Al laugh a little. Then, "Had to take extreme measures, then..."

Now that was an interesting statement, and something I would've demanded details on if Danny hadn't come bounding into our room at that exact moment. Naked, just like Al, and his half-hard cock bouncing, which was kind of funny. But everyone was fucking all around the house, so what did I expect?

Briefly, he wanted a condom because he gave his own to first-timers Charlie and Allison. I was all, "Finally, they're doing it! No more `Someday, when we're ready.'" But Scott couldn't help him since I've been on the pill for months, now. Later, I talked to Gwen about going to the doctor if she and Danny were going to keep playing roulette like that. However, Al had some condoms and took Danny to the other room to find them.

I thought we'd gotten our room back and Scott and I started making out, again, when Al came right back in. "Well, Danny's good for a few more times!" And he sat back on the bed.

I guess I could've expected that since he was alone, again, and that was the reason he'd sought us out in the first place. But I wanted to keep kissing my Scotty, so I didn't stop right away. Al didn't excuse himself, either. So, I just brought us to a good stopping place and pulled back.

We must've shifted as the sheet and comforter had been drawn away, more, and my ass was on display. Did that happen with my twisting? or did...? Interesting... I had wondered. I had to put the focus back on Scott. I patted him on his chest and sat up. I took a breath and composed myself.

"So, a moment ago, you said something about extreme measures?" I put to Al, noticing then that his cock had gotten hard. Had he done something fast with Danny, or was that just from watching me and Scott? It's fascinating seeing that happen. That's the thing about boys -- they've got these things and they're alive! I've felt a few cocks grow hard in my hand, or watched them grow with just one or two jerks. Once, I'd felt Scott inside me after a Round 1 grow hard for Round 2 -- that made me cum right there! But I've never seen it happen all by itself. It's soft, then poof! it's hard! I thought Al had been soft (soft-ish?) when he'd come in.

The `extreme measures' question made my two boys exchange looks. "Uh-oh..." Al said to Scott, with a chuckle.

Scott looked from Al to me and back to Al. His mouth opened, but no words came out. Eventually, he said, "Baby, I really wished you were there."

"Did you boys do something together?" I put to them playfully.

"Kind... of...?" Scott said, and I could tell he was treading water, afraid he was getting into trouble.

"Scott," I led off, "I know you did stuff with Danny back in middle school, and I saw you give Pietro a half-hearted blowjob back on our Day 1..." Long story short, there was a situation that I don't want to explain where some odd stuff happened, but it led to me dumping my rebound, and Scott and I got together forever. So, I'd seen my Scotty in a little bi-action. "...so if you two gave each other a quick hand job watching a dirty movie, I get it!"

"What if it was a blow job?" Al asked me. He caught my eye, but my eyes moved down from his to watching his hand moving underneath the comforter, running along Scott's calf. Then, to Al's hard cock. Back to his hand on Scott. Back to his eyes. Then to Scott's eyes.

"What if?" Scott asked me.

I wasn't sure. "Did you blow him, or did he blow you?" I asked, wondering, as I asked it, if there was a difference.

"Both," Scott said, quickly.

Scott and I had spoken about how boys do such things, in general. That it didn't mean anything, just a relief from interminable horniness. I shouldn't be surprised that this could happen on a Boys Night Friday. It aligned with what we girls discussed as Topic #3 back in the school Ladies Room -- that boys need to cum like three times a day.

"So, are you two a thing, now?" I guess I had to ask. Joking? "Or was it just a Guys Night thing?"

"See... that's..." Scott stammered, a bit. What was he leading up to, this boy I was in love with?

I had a feeling I was going to hear something. Scott might lie to me, though I don't feel he ever would, or he might lie to Al, but he couldn't lie in front of both of us. And Al was being quiet, letting Scott do the talking. My blood was running a little cold, and I actually grabbed the comforter into a bunch in my lap. "Are you... trying to break up with me?"

Scott's eyes went wide in panic, and he closed the distance between us. "Oh, god, baby, no. No, please, god, never..." He closed his arms around me. I let go of the comforter to hold him back. "Baby, I love you. You know that. I truly do. I love you so much."

"I love you, Scotty," I told him. "So why the..." Panic? Worry? If I were back in English class, I might say `trepidation.'

"I don't know if I'm... cheating on you, you know?" He didn't look at me.

I breathed a little easier. "Scotty... Scotty, I'm not worried about a little action going on behind the scenes with Al. Or Danny, if you've done that, too. I kinda always figured you did."

Scotty breathed a laugh. "I haven't sucked off Danny."

"Almost, you said," I reminded him.

"Yeah, almost. But..." Again, he hesitated.

I tried to calm him. "The way I figure... I mean, even Tori and I have played around girl-style when I was going out with Leo, and a couple times, even, during the short Sebastian time." I didn't mean to name names, we try not to talk about old paramours, it was just easier.

Scott and Al looked to me with interest.

"Yeah. Haven't really had any opportunity since I started going out with you. Nor any need..." I gave him my sexy eyes. "But, you know, sometimes, Tori and me, we'd just be sitting on my bed or her bed, pretending to do homework, watching some stupid videos, following up someone's Ticks and Tocks..."

I noted I had their attention and decided to play a bit. Scott's hands had moved from my back onto a breast and the other one was traveling lower. Al had actually taken ahold of my ankle and was massaging my leg where he could reach.

"Or she puts on Euphoria because she has HBO, and... her hand slips into my panties... We'd been trying on new clothes, so we didn't have much on, to begin with. She has really perky breasts, you know that? And she'd dip a finger inside my pussy. And maybe, maybe, I pull her panties off and... And sometimes only a girl knows what a girl needs when you're sitting around complaining about boys."

"Did you ever play with Gwen?" Al asked, though I was certain Scott would've asked, too.

"Maybe." I gave in. "A little bit, yeah."

It got quiet, both boys running their hands on me. I hadn't noticed when Al climbed completely on the bed with us.

I had to ask. "Scott, have you noticed that Al's cock is hard?"

"So's mine. Now."

"Yeah, but why would Al's be?"

"I know beauty when I see it," Al admitted. "You're lying there, your golden hair splayed out on the pillow, those magnificent breasts, hiding your pussy from me..."

Scott slowly pulled the comforter up and away from my body. I didn't stop him.

"There it is..." Al smiled, his hand rising to my knee. "I can see why Scott goes nuts over you."

"It's more than her body, Al," Scott defended himself. "It's what's inside her, even more. It's what we are together, instead of just all about her."

That's my Scotty.

"I believe you," Al said.

"That's my line," Scott said, but only I knew what he meant.

"But, Al, I don't think you like girls..." I began.

Al looked to Scott.

Scott took a breath and exhaled. "I just want you to know, babe, Al took my virginity -- my other virginity... both of my other virginities -- back in the lawless time just before you came back into my life."

"So, he's special," I observed.

"Yeah."

I ran that through my head. I didn't want to ask questions we could talk about, later. Instead, there was something else...

"Show me."

My two boys looked at each other, but not out of guilt. It was more like a questioning, like what does she want to see?

"Suck my Scotty off."

Al smiled at me and pulled the remaining covers aside, revealing the rest of Scott, his cock as hard as I'd made it before. He didn't climb on top of him, yet, but latched onto Scott's ankles and pulled him more center on the bed, then he found his position.

Al did what I do, worshiping Scott's body, running his hands all along Scotty's legs, up his waist and across his abs, tweaking a nipple, then back down to his thick brown pubes. We'd actually trimmed those some a couple weeks ago -- not as short as Al's dark blonde ones, but not as wild as they used to be. I still liked his thick; I liked how they held his scent. When I go down on Scott, I can put up with a hair getting caught in my teeth because I love that musk in my nose. He doesn't smell -- of course, I haven't had the opportunity, yet, to go down on him after a soccer match, but his scent is so him, so undeniably male, it gets my blood moving, and I can't wait to jump his bones and fuck him. So, I hope Al was appreciating it, too.

When Al went down on my Scotty and took his cock inside his mouth, there was an immediate flash, an electric tingle, in my pussy. I realized I'd been holding my breath, and had to remind myself how to breathe. Little shallow breaths.

"That's so fucking hot..." I couldn't help but touch myself. I was watching my superhero relax and allow himself to be taken this way, a way I'd participated in with him, but hadn't witnessed. I wondered what it would be like to see him allow Al inside his ass... I imagined my Scott taking it for a bit, but then throwing Al onto the bed and giving it right back to him, but harder, like vengeance.

Then Al looked at me. Right at me. He stopped sucking my Scott and looked at me, questioning, and pulled off of Scott's cock. He reached a finger toward me. I was only a foot, maybe two feet away, and he reached out and ran his finger down and inside my pussy. He drew it out and put it directly into his mouth and suckled on it.

"I thought that was you."

He had tasted me on Scott, the remains from our lovemaking before, and wanted to confirm it. Oh, my god, I was going to cum...

Al didn't waste that wet finger, either. He slid it to the second knuckle inside my Scotty, making him moan, and went back down on him, taking him in over halfway, cradling his balls with the other hand. He certainly was skilled. I had to watch him, watch what he did, determine if he was better than I was. Or at least watch for things he did to Scott that Scotty liked that I didn't do, yet.

Scott's right hand found me. He needed to touch me, keep me a part of this. He was moving along my back, but curved around to find my breast. I leaned in a bit to allow him to hold it, and found he was rising and falling with his grasp, caressing the heft of my breast as if we were on a boat. He loved my breasts, and I loved him loving my breasts. I wanted to feel his mouth on me, right then, but that would've been awkward to force. I saw my right nipple/areola had flattened; I was aroused, relaxed, warm. I was good with what was happening.

Scott wouldn't look at me. His eyes were closed. I imagined he didn't want to have that helpless look. He was just enjoying what his boy was doing to him. The way he did with me. Only, he would watch me, he would connect eyes with me when I did it to him and looked up. I could always tell when I had him on the ropes. I could tell from his eyes, when they lost focus and floated, like he was in his pool and couldn't support himself, submerging.

I was secure.

"Switch."

Both the boys looked at me, both a little disappointed, yet had that spark in their eyes at the same time, willing to trade what they were feeling for the opposite, yet complementary, feeling. They didn't take too long switching places, and I saw my Scotty take Albert's cock into his mouth, but with a smile.

Scott was enjoying it.

I had to consider that. I knew I smiled when I gave head to Scott. When I went down on a boy, when I had chosen to do so, it was with a purpose and for pleasure. Giving of pleasure, certainly, but also enjoying the sensation, myself, the satisfaction that must go back to being a baby, of having something in my mouth. And there was the satisfaction of being good at what I could do, to bring Scott to the edge of orgasm or take him over the cliff, of taking his load and not choking or spitting it out. And I watched Scott do things to Al that I did to him -- the same things, the things he liked. He even dragged his teeth a little on Al's cock, I could tell. I knew Scotty liked that, but I wasn't sure of other boys that did. Maybe Al did. Maybe Scotty got him to like it.

I noted Scotty dipping his finger in and out of Al's hole. Was that what Al liked, or something Scott wanted me to do? I used a finger, but I didn't fuck him with it. Hmmm...

This time, as he was licking his way up Al's shaft to his cock head, Scott did look at me. A gleam in his eye, almost like a kid -- look at me!

Al was special to him. Could I share him? Did I have to?

Scott reached a hand out to me, again, taking my foot and caressing it. He needed me to be there. He wanted me there. His looks at me while taking in Al were not like those I saw that one time before, how he couldn't or wouldn't look at me, then.

Al reached out to me, too. His hand traveled my back to start, but where Scott had found my breast, Al found my ass, kneading the side closest to him, but edging toward my center.

I found myself wanting to fold in on the boys. Maybe kiss Al or let him suck my breasts, definitely let Scott play with my pussy. Their hands on me had completed the circuit. I wanted in.

Of course, that was when Charlie and Allison came back upstairs all proud of losing their virginities, big smiles on their faces. My boys sat up quick and fixed themselves, and everything turned into a kind of `break time.' We got something to drink, ate a few chips, went to the washroom, Benji woke up. Danny and Gwen joined us -- Gwen was wearing her new pink matching undies which were so cute! And then everyone went back to their rooms. And my Scott came back to me, but not until he had to tell Charlie how it worked with the girl on top for their second time, and that it was okay to fuck her from below even if she was bouncing on top of him. It was just funny, so I had to mention it!

It was nice spending the night together, and waking up together. But I'd seen my Scotty in a little bi-action with Al, and I knew he was worried about my reaction. And I had to think about how I felt about it, too.

Back on the beach, Scott came running out of the water. He was going to shake his wet, brown hair all over me like a dog, but I saw that coming and warned him off. "Don't you dare!"

"Ahhh...! Are you coming back in? I want to play with you in the water!"

I was happy enough on the sand, but I couldn't resist his smile. "I just put on sunscreen..." I whined. "But okay!"

He picked me up and ran with me in his arms into the water, where we played with our friends, and every now and then I played with him and him with me.

* *


Taking our suits off and hanging them in our bathroom, we couldn't resist a quickie. And everyone knew it.

It was rare for Scotty to take me from behind, but after he hung his blue trunks over the shower bar, he took my waist and bent me over at the sink. It felt a little weird, being cold and damp, yet, and his cock actually felt a little rubbery. He had to lick his palm to lube it up. Out on the beach, we were getting a little turned on, I could see he had an erection, but my wetness was all deep inside me.

I watched his eyes in the mirror as he negotiated getting inside me, taking five or six short thrusts to get past my labia to my wetness, but then he started slamming into me. Figure everything from waking up early, to the stress of the drive, to handling each other's near-naked bodies in the water led to him giving it to me so.

But as I was moaning in the echo-y washroom, I felt his fire inside, and he lifted me, walking me -- still on his cock! -- back into the bedroom. We fell onto the bed, and he fell out of me, but we put ourselves back together and... He was above me, and I could see his eyes, and I held him, and he pounded me, and I came all over his cock. Sometimes, you just want it NOW, and I wanted it just like that.

He slid off me and we lay there. It was a nice bed.

"I just want to stay here," I said into Scott's neck.

"Maybe we can buy the place," Scott dreamed.

There was a knock on our door. Danny stuck his head in before we told him to. It's Danny --what else is new?

He came in and put two bottles down on our night stand -- a beer for Scott and a Mike's Hard Margarita for me. "Thought you could use some refreshment."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you," Scott said.

"Hey, we're going to take a ride into town, get some supplies, some food, some crap, you know, for the couple days..." he told us. I could see his eyes moving up and down me. Not creepily, but with an appreciative smile. "Figured you two wouldn't care too much."

Scott sat up and got out of the bed, looking for his wallet in his khakis. "Let me give you some dough..."

Danny stopped him. "Don't. Don't worry. You gave my sister the money for all the beer and stuff, let me buy some groceries."

Scott had driven very carefully through Indiana to make sure he didn't get pulled over with two cases of beer, two cases of Mike's Hard, and a few carriers of those Seagram's blue and pink bottle things. "Ah-aight," he slapped Danny on the shoulder. "Who you takin'?"

"Just me and Gwen," Danny told him. "Hey, relax. We don't have to plan this vacation. Everyone's here because they want to be, you know? But... um... Luke and Tori went exploring, I'm not sure where Al is."

"Cool. Drive safely." Then he turned. "Hey, you haven't been drinking, have you?"

"No, we loaded the fridge with some of each of the stuff you brought when we first rolled in, but haven't had any, yet," Danny calmed him. "Now that I could've used your help with!"

Scott took the ribbing. I could see Danny looking Scott over like he did me.

"Okay, we'll see you later. And put some clothes on!" Danny shut our door behind him.

Scott got back into bed and wrapped me up like he does.

"Gwen told me that Danny wants to suck you off," I mentioned casually.

"I know. He's wanted to since 7th Grade."

"You gonna let him?"

"He can keep dreamin'," Scott chuckled.

"Why would you let Al and not him?" I asked. It sounded like an easy question, a teasing one, one he could give me a smart-aleck reply to, but Scott just kept quiet.

"Did he tell you what he did for Charlie on our Couples Night?" I asked.

"Yeah, he mentioned that."

Danny had, for reasons known only to those assembled, taught Allison to suck cock by sucking Charlie's cock for her. So, naturally, they told us.

That got me thinking about Al.

"How's Al? Do you know?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he's single on this trip. Benji got sick, couldn't go," I recounted. "Are you... going to... take care of him?"

Scott looked at me for a while, trying to read me. "Hadn't really planned on that," Scott told me. "This trip is with you."

He kissed me, and I could easily have swooned into it, but I wanted to talk a bit. I guess I'd wanted to talk about Al for a little while now.

"Baby, are we okay?" I asked him, but I thought it was something he wanted to ask me, too.

Scott sat back, but still held me. I love his arms, his strength.

"You and me... are totally okay," he said. "We're never gonna not be okay." He seemed to consider what we were really talking about, though. "It's weird with Al, though."

"It was kind of hot with Al, actually, that one time," I joked, but maybe not.

Scott just smiled, didn't laugh. "A few months ago, I was straight as an arrow. I'm with naked guys in the locker room and the shower all the time, and it does nothing for me. I mean, naked people are interesting, but I've had no attraction to any of them. But Al," he paused, shrugged, looked around then back to me, "Al I'm attracted to. I don't know why."

"I can tell you a couple reasons why, but I'm a girl," I joked, again. Maybe I was trying too hard to lighten the conversation.

"I just am. So when the opportunity came up, to try sex with him, I actually... went for it. And it's fun." Scott looked confused but not sad. "I like him. I like who he is. I'd wanted to be friends, and now we are. Like, if we stopped the sex, I'd still want to hang out with him."

"Have you kissed him?" I asked, kissing being more personal, more passionate than just the mechanics of getting off.

"Yes," he said. "We don't do `hello' and `goodbye' kisses or anything like that, but when we're in the middle of it," he shrugged again, "it seems natural."

"The passion," I noted.

"Yeah."

"Do you love him?" I had to ask.

"Yeah, but..." he added quickly, "not... like the love you and me have. It's different, very separate. I love him because he's my friend, like I love Danny. I probably love Danny more, actually, because I've known him since we were kids. If Danny and me got in a fight and it was my fault and he said he'd never see me again, I'd be torn apart. That kind of love. But I'm not attracted to Danny, so it's still different, you know?"

"I'm trying to figure this out," I admitted. "Not about you, I kind of get that, I love my friends, and I have a preference over what friends I've fooled around with, too. But I want to know if this means anything about you and me." I'd said it, but I didn't know if we'd find the answer right then.

"If the sex is too much," he surmised.

"Right."

We both got quiet.

"The way I love Al, is nothing like the way I love you. Or if you dumped me, then the way I could love some other girl, someday." He put out a hand to stop my protest. "I just can't love a guy that way. I'm not wired that way." He waited to see if I understood, but I knew he wasn't done. "With guy friends, or at least with my guy friends, if I'm different in some way... I have a lot of friends, but only with Danny and Al would I miss them if I had to go somewhere for two weeks. Only them would I want to give a hug to before I left. Charlie? You know, he's cool, but I'll see him when I see him, you know? Pietro, Luke, same thing. The Jazz Band? The team? Same thing."

"I get that," I assured him. It made sense.

"Just with Al, it's confusing because he's the one guy I actually... want... to... I don't want to say `make love' because that's what this whole thing is about, isn't it?" He got quiet and sat up. He looked frustrated, now, his eyes getting a little glassy. "Fuckin'..."

He was losing it. Why did I ask this? I had to do something.

"Hey... baby... it's okay," I held him to me, stroking his back, like I do after we'd just had a tender time together, him cumming so hard he still shakes for a time after. "I'm not asking you to lose a friend."

"If you told me I had to stop messing around with him, I would, for you," he said. "We don't have to do it. It just seems... right, at the time. But I don't want you to hate him, or be jealous of him."

"I know." I thought a minute, about myself, and I had an idea about something. "If you were, let's say, making it on the side with another girl... Who's a girl you think is pretty?"

Scott laughed. "You trying to trap me?"

"No, just to make it seem real."

"Okay, um... Keri Tanaka."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she's pretty. I don't know anything about her, but she's pretty."

"Okay," I re-gathered. "If you suddenly started making it with Keri on the side, just because you were attracted to her and called her a friend, but swore you didn't love her, I'd kick you in the balls."

"Consider me warned," Scott laughed nervously.

"And fire would rain from the heavens."

"Got you."

"And if you suddenly got back together with Cindy, I'd be crushed. Like inconsolable." His old girlfriend, during the year we didn't go out together.

"I know."

"The same goes for me, I assume, with... whatever guys," I waved down the particulars, this time, "because there's the potential for love, right?" He nodded, following. "Question is, would you feel jealous or threatened if I had `recreational sex' with Tori, or maybe Gwen, on Girls Night Friday? Girls I love more than regular friends or acquaintances?"

"No." He said it instantly, instinctively. Then thought about it. "No. Because I have absolutely no doubt that you'd ever leave me for either of them. Or prefer them to me."

I just looked at him, like, QED.

Scott melted. Almost literally. Okay, I know it couldn't be literally, but I swear I could see all the stress just slide off his shoulders. Of being afraid I'd leave him because of a blowjob, now and then, or anything more, if they had, again. I'd never seen my Scotty cry -- there were a couple times on that first day and just a minute ago where defeat almost made it happen -- but I watched all the frustration leak out of his eyes. He collapsed in my arms and kissed me wherever his lips landed.

I didn't tell you any of that, you understand?

Scott is my superhero.

There was a knock on the wooden fence outside. I looked up and saw Al. I don't know how long he'd been there, or if he'd heard us. I waved at him. He nodded and took that to mean it was okay to come in. He was over the fence in a bounce, only using one hand, gymnast as he was.

"Hey."

"Hey." I ran my hands through Scott's hair. "Al's here."

"Ddnt hr u cm in..." Scott mumbled from my breast.

"I was just checking out the property, wandered over into the Dunes proper," Al said, taking off his shirt and tossing it on a chair. "I wanted to ask you about your friend, Luke. You didn't invite him along for me, did you?"

"No," Scott said. "Just opened up the opportunity to him when Charlie and Allison dropped out."

"Okay, making sure you're not match-making," Al said, dropping his shorts. "Just because he's gay doesn't mean I want to sleep with him."

"He's gay?" I asked.

"Totally. But he's very private. You should tell Tori." Al's boxer briefs disappeared.

"That won't matter to her," I snickered.

Al was going to join us in bed. I could see him deliberate which side to climb in on, mine or Scott's. That actually made me feel good, that he wanted me here, that he was as comfortable with my body as I was getting with his. Still, he spooned behind Scott.

"Are we okay?" Al whispered to me, no other real sound in the room other than the breeze coming in the window/door thing.

"Better than okay," I assured him. I could feel his hand sliding under Scott's side to hold his chest. His other hand was reaching for my waist.

"Good," Al said, pulling the three of us together, tighter.

I put my hand atop of Al's and moved it down to my ass. "You want this?"

He looked right at me. "Not as much as I want this," he indicated Scott by licking his ear, "but yeah."

Scott sucked on my breast a little harder, one hand down on my pussy, circling my clit.

"How's that work for you?" I guess I had to ask.

"If you seduced me, Fifi," Al proposed, using one of Scott's pet names for me, "you'd be my third girl."

"Really?" This got my curiosity up. More, as it were. "Who was your first?"

"My babysitter, back in California."

"Babysitter?" Scott pulled off my breast at that and raised his eyebrows. Apparently, he didn't know this one, either.

"Well, she babysat for my younger siblings. I was twelve and didn't need a babysitter, but my mom wouldn't put me in charge," Al said. Made sense. "She was sixteen, and a couple times, when the little ones were asleep, we fucked on the beach outside my house."

"But you didn't like it?" I asked.

"I liked it fine enough. I just liked sucking the cocks of my surfing friends, better," he clarified.

I had to stop and hold my scream in as Al had gotten his fingers where he intended. One was now inside my asshole, the others were playing with my vagina. And with Scott's fingers circling my clit... "Oh, my god..." I'd never had that, before. This was new. I had to wrap my leg around them, over Al's. I had to give them room. I know I was playing here with the idea of making it with two guys, a fantasy, I suppose, but this was really happening.

Even though Scott and I had that quickie a little while ago, I was ready for more. Damn right, I was. I was holding my Scott who was working my body the way he does, and this ghost hand that belonged to our hot friend was finishing me off. I curled my body so I could bite down on Scott's shoulder. I'd lost him at my breast, but I had to have something in my teeth to stop me from screaming as I shook below.

"Let it out, baby," Scott moaned to me. "This is why we're here. We've got the house. Let it out..."

It clicked inside my head. Before Scott could finish what he was saying, I was -- "Fffuck! Oh, oh, my god! Fffff-oohhhhh....!" My whole body was quivering in this curled position, and I was flinching, kicking back, but Scott and Al were both holding me, so it was like I was tied. That was incredible!

I was jelly for a while. Jelly. But that didn't stop my guys. When they released me, Al climbed over and came to my right side. Each of my guys took a breast. They left my pussy to recover, but I could tell that Al was pumping Scotty's cock. Al's cock was rubbing against my thigh, and I realized it was left unattended. I took it in my hand, resulting in a nice "Mmmm" from Al in my ear.

His cock was quite similar in length and girth to Scott's, I could tell, blindly, just by my finger-memory. Al's short pubic hair, though, was a little tickly on my fingers, like when a boy gets a crew cut and it's kind of bristly by his neck. I'd seen, even in the dim light before, that the ring around his cock was lighter than Scott's, and he was a little smoother, but their cock heads were the same shape. But Al was hard, like he-wanted-to-cum-soon hard. He was rolling and grinding into my hand.

"Not yet," I said to him.

"You're mean," he told me.

I pulled myself sitting. "Come here." I let go of him, and indicated that he help me get Scott on his back in the middle of us. We situated ourselves below, looking at Scott's cock.

Scott propped himself back on his elbows. He could see what was about to happen. "It's not my birthday. You guys..." His smile was huge.

I took ahold of Scotty's cock and winked at Al, basically telling him I'd show him how it's done. I liked having his cock in my mouth; it fit, and I knew it well. I took him in, then I took him in further, then I relaxed my throat and took him all the way in, getting that scent in my nose. I came back up, licking his shaft and swirling my tongue around his crown. As I kissed and nibbled at Scott's sweet spot, Al pulled his cock away from me and gave me a devilish grin.

I knew I'd started `dueling blowjobs,' but I wasn't just going to watch Al -- I'd done that, already. I was going to do some things I was pretty sure Al didn't know. I climbed up Scott and tongued his nipple, taking a little bite -- a "nip" -- now and then. Scott gave a requisite yelp, enough to get Al's attention. Al looked up to see the cause and the two of them locked smiling eyes. Scott's cock fell from Al's mouth as he laughed, so he slapped it on his tongue a few times before engulfing it again, starting a bob -- and dragging his teeth. Scott's hands were all over me now that he could reach me, and as I leaned over further to engage his left nipple, he grabbed my ass, slid his hand down, and fingered my pussy.

"Fifi. Fifi, you are so wet. You are so wet!" Scott moaned to the air around him. He wasn't lying. "Fifi, I need to fuck you, again. Let me fuck you."

I felt Al's hand grab my leg and glide up as far as he could reach. Didn't make it to my pussy, but he'd completed that circuit, again, the three of us connected. I wanted his touch as much as Scott's.

"Not yet," I told Scott. Scott groaned in disappointment. I moved back down next to Al and grabbed my Scotty's cock back from him. "Tag."

"Isn't she mean?" Al asked him.

"So mean," Scott replied as I sucked on his balls. Scott grabbed at my long, blonde hair, trying to gather it to the side for me, and gave it a tug -- a pretend haul, like he was trying badly to pull me up to him. "I need you, Fee."

"Not yet, I said," I said as I pulled on his pubes. Scott's legs started twitching -- sometimes a sign that he was going to cum.

I looked behind me to find out what Al had gotten up to, if it had anything to do with Scott's twitching. He had Scott's foot and was sucking on a toe. Okay, that was new. He got me. Al looked at me, again smiling with his eyes. He was using both hands to hold Scott, so couldn't touch me. Instead, I ran my foot down to find contact with his cock. Al lifted his pelvis to help me, and then we started a grind.

Mostly, Scott likes to think about something else when I'm blowing him, turning off that switch so he doesn't cum in my mouth, saving his cum load for fucking me, so I'd learned not to spend an hour down there. I called down to Al. "Come up here." Al put down Scott's foot and complied, running his hands up Scott's legs as he did.

I moved away from Scott's balls and spun to just above his cock, over his belly. "Fuck him." Al's eyes were on mine, then flicked to Scott's. "Yeah. I want to see it. I want to see you fuck my Scotty."

Al refocused on Scott's cock, but wound up pushing Scott's pelvis up in the air. Then he started licking Scott's asshole. "Oh, my god..." I shot out. I had never seen that before, either. My hand went to my clit as I went back down on Scott's cock.

Scott moaned and collapsed off his elbows. He'd let go of my hair, but now that I was turned, he just grabbed me. My back end was airborne -- I tell you, like a superhero picking me up and spinning me on his finger -- until I landed on his face. He gave my pussy a much-needed licking while I sucked his cock.

Switching it up was no good for Scott this time, he'd had too much stimulation, us double-teaming him, and he began his countdown to cum. "Baby, I'm... Fee... ffff..." was all the warning I was going to get. His forearms crushed my spine down, my pussy smashed to his face, as my Scotty came in my mouth. I took it and swallowed, took it and swallowed, then let a few shots fire outward for Al to see.

"Want some?" I asked him.

Al moved up and took Scott inside, taking what was left and cleaning off his cock.

Scott hadn't unleashed me, yet, his arms still clenched tight, his legs still quivering in aftershocks. When Al finished, I asked, "Want some more?"

Al launched himself and kissed me. Albert Schroeder kissed me. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. In this way, with a full ounce or two of Scott still in my mouth, it was like a kiss between all of us.

Finally, I felt Scott relax his hold over me and I could slide off and rub my back while Al rose up to find his position.

"Is that gonna be good enough?" Scott asked from his daze.

"My lube is in the other room with my stuff. I can get it, or..." Al looked to me.

I understood and nodded toward my smaller bag. "That one." He went to and opened my bag and found a clear zippered bag inside that I had a few travel-sized items in -- one of which was a bottle of KY. It was the warming kind, which had been fun for me and Scott, but I wondered if...

"Is that okay for... down there?" I asked. Al nodded with a smirk.

He climbed back on the bed to his previous position, applying some lube to his cock. He was going to apply some additional to my Scotty's ass when I intervened. "Let me," I demanded. Al smiled and squeezed some onto my finger.

Scott gave me that look, that teasing warning, like he expected me to play a trick on him, but I wasn't. I spread the lube around his pucker, then pushed inside him, and back out, and back in, and back out, finger-fucking my boy. "Like that?" I asked.

"Yeah..." he said. The same look.

I asked Al if that was enough and he said it would be, but to take my time and go to two fingers, which I did. Scott's eyes closed. I went to three without Al's prompting, but he stopped me before I tried four.

I looked for my position. To the side, to start, and I took Scott's hand. I saw Al lift Scott's legs and find his final position.

Then I saw Al slide his cock into my Scotty.

I couldn't look away. I had to move, I had to see it from angles. My Scotty was taking a cock as big as his, inside his ass. And he wasn't screaming.

He was breathing, though, loud, in gulps and moans. I slid to him, curled around him by his chest. He immediately grabbed me, and pulled me closer in to him. He brought my face to his and kissed me. One of those kisses that makes me forget where I am. One hand on my breasts, the other just holding my middle tight. He slid me further up so he could latch onto my breast and suckle on me as he got fucked.

I could feel Al pick up his pace, starting to slam into my Scotty instead of the gentle start I'd witnessed.

Scott released my breast and told me, "I've never... fuck... never had you with me... holding you... ohhh-oh... holding you with me... kissing you... fff-... fuck... kissing you while... it's completely different..."

"You okay, baby?" I asked in his ear.

"Yeah," he breathed.

I had to ask. "How many times...?"

"Fff-!... four... this is four..."

"Does it hurt?"

Scott's eyes wobbled. "A little... a little bit... not as... ffff... not as... not like the... Fuck! Oh-ohhh!"

"That one did!" I realized.

"Yeah, that one did," Scott said loud enough for Al to hear.

"Sorry!" Al called down to us. "I'm on a short timer. I need to cum."

"Okay," Scott breathed and nodded.

"I need you," Al said. I turned to look at him to see if he was talking to me. "I need you to seal the deal." He was speaking to Scott.

"Baby..." Scott said to me, and helped me move aside.

When I was clear, Al leaned in and kissed Scott. And Scott kissed him. I had to catch my breath. They were making out as Al pummeled my Scotty's ass, and I saw the need for closeness between them. It wasn't just a hormone-driven need to get off. This was the love Scott talked about. Something he would put up with, maybe even enjoy, to let his friend feel pleasure. To share it with him. I wondered then if Al might fall in love with Scott, because he was wired that way, as Scott put it.

Then Al groaned as he came. He was cumming inside my Scotty. And Scotty held him, the way I hold Scott.

I didn't want to intrude on their moment, but I wanted to let them know I was here. And that I was okay with what I'd seen. I put a hand on each of their legs, and just gently stroked back and forth, rubbing their hairy legs up, and smoothing the hair back down.

There was one more kiss, then Al started picking himself up and out. He saw Scott's beer and downed half of it. Then he quietly went into our washroom to get a damp, warm washcloth.

I curled around my Scotty, again. I was feeling needy. "That was... I don't know."

Scott just held me, recovering. "Hot?"

"Ha-ha... warming lube..." But I wondered. "Was it? Like..."

"It was nice. You know, you've used it."

"Just not there."

"Maybe you can find out someday soon."

"Hmm, maybe," I said. "I don't know. What was it like? What's it feel like?" I asked.

Al came back to the bed. He was going to cuddle behind Scott, but Scott drew him behind me. Al held me, too, about my waist. His hands rose to feel my breasts, but Scott gently pushed him off those. "Mine," he said.

"I know what us having sex feels like for me," I continued, "but this was different."

"Yeah, well..." Scott tried, "besides the feeling of `fullness,' of `being full,' it can be fun, even pleasurable, or just painful and rough."

Al tried to help explain. "The fucking part of it, well, that can be just fucking. It can be as personal or... impersonal... as you want. Pleasure or pain. So, it depends who it's with."

Scott said, "It's having my friend inside me. Of having him inside me. I don't think I like it enough to ever use a... whatyacallit? a dildo... but I like doing it with him because it's with him."

"There's a difference," Al said. "For you, like with vaginal sex, it would be like the difference between a plastic vibrator or just some guy you met because you've got an itch, and maybe he hurts you, versus a living, breathing boyfriend who loves you."

It all made some sense, but I didn't think I'd get it unless I tried it, myself. And I was not sure that was going to happen.

We lay there for some time, breathing, looking out of the big open doors at the lake. There were some stairs down to the beach, so our view from the bed was like right at the lake and sky. We lucked into some beautiful days to come here. There was a sailboat out there. I had to get some pictures of us to post. Fun things.

"Did you see there was a piano in the TV room?" I asked Al, who supposedly can play.

"I saw that. Couldn't miss it." It was a bright red Yamaha. I noted the name because I didn't know that Yamaha was a brand of pianos. I don't want to sound stupid, but I only knew Yamaha from motorcycles. At school, they have Baldwins in the practice rooms.

"Play me a song, later?"

Al was in thought, and his hands were roaming over me. His fingers dropped one at a time, and I got the impression he was pretending I was a keyboard. "Haven't had any lessons since California, but I've got a couple tunes memorized."

Al was getting all warm, I could feel. Scott was getting the feeling again, too.

"You sure I can't hold her tits?" Al asked. "They look so damn soft..."

"No. They're mine, I told you," Scott play-barked, and took firm possession of my breasts.

"Oh, let him cop a feel," I said and pried Scott's hands off me and put Al's on.

"Now you've done it," Scott threatened, and in an instant, he came up on the bed, reached over me, and grabbed Al at his waist and, laughing, twisted him off of me and threw him to the other side of the bed.

"Get him!" I drove Scott. When he had Al on his back, I added, "Now give it to him!"

Scott stopped playing and looked at Al. "My turn?"

"Can you get it up?" he teased.

"Need help?" I offered.

Scott said, "No. Just... show me your pussy. Play with your pussy for me, baby."

I found a sexy way to sit and thrust out my center. Both boys' eyes were on me. I started a languid stroke of my labia. "Like this?"

"Yeah..." Scott said. And as I watched, his cock filled up, got fatter and harder, lolling to the side, started rising in little kicks until it was pointing at the ceiling. "You said you wanted to see that."

"I sure fuckin' did," I agreed.

Scott got the KY and applied it where he needed it. Then I saw my Scotty pick up Al -- which can't be too easy, let me remind you, because Al weighs as much as Scott with all that definition -- and put him on his knees. Then he gave Al some lube. And his cock slid inside.

"That's it," I moaned, watching Scott take his vengeance. But where I kind of expected Scott to be a little rougher with his playmate, he fucked him like he fucks me, with intensity but with feeling.

From his vantage point, Al was still intently watching me play with myself. "Hnnng... hnnnph... I need a distraction," he said over his shoulder.

"Sometimes you make me tell you a story," Scott said, rubbing Al's back.

Al was focused on me. "Let me try it?" he asked both of us, then again over his shoulder, "Please?"

Scott hesitated. "If she'll let you."

Al rose without propping himself up and put his hands on my thighs. "May I? I'd like to try. I never have. I might not be any good, but..."

I unbent my legs and scooted in front of him, edging toward his face. "I'd like that." Al ran his hand over my dark blonde delta, then down into my cleft and opened me. I grabbed his towel-dry blonde hair, and Al Schroeder licked my pussy.

Now Scott can make me forget who I am when he does me, so I will not compare the two efforts, but there was no fear in Al's tongue. He was a little clumsy working on my entrance, though, so I kind of showed him with my finger to run up and along my labia, and remind him where my clit was.

I met Scott's eyes. He was watching Al's and my connection point, but when I met his eyes, he just stared into mine and stretched his hand out over Al's back. I reached forward, budging Al a bit, and took Scott's hand. We'd completed the circuit, again.

Al was doing a not-bad job, and I was actually getting quite warm, again, watching my Scotty in motion. I might cum, just from the notion of having a new tongue on me, but I wanted to do something. I moved off of Al with a quiet, "Pardon me." Al gave me a worried look of `did I do okay?' but I smiled at him, letting him know things were fine. Then I told Scott to "Flip him."

My boys spun carefully. Al's face showed that he was getting what he really preferred. But it was odd seeing his cock soft, now, or mostly soft. I moved to his side, and gave him a hand. Keeping one hand on Scott's behind, maintaining our connection, I stroked Al's cock back to hardness.

I looked up to Scott. He knew what I wanted. He nodded. And I got to suck Al's cock.

"Oh, shit... fuck... suck my cock, Fifi, suck it!"

I took a guess that Al was enjoying my effort. I couldn't help but do a good job, his cock was so similar to Scott's, and I knew I could tease his glans just like I could Scott's. Only question was whether Al's sweet spot was the same, so I had to explore.

"Scott, Fifi's sucking my cock, Scott... she's fucking sucking my cock!... Fuck me, Scott, fuck me!"

Now, it wasn't my goal to get Al to cum in my mouth. I carefully pulled off, leaving my tongue dragging until we lost contact, and I sat away from him.

"You're so mean, Fifi... you're so mean... fuck... fuck... isn't she mean, Scott?"

"So fuckin' mean," Scott agreed, shoving his beautiful cock into Al's ass.

Then I stood on the bed and straddled Al, holding onto Scott's shoulders and looking him in his eyes. I looked for permission. I didn't get an immediate nod or a smile. I asked Scotty's ear, "Can we both fuck him?" I moved back to see his eyes.

Scott looked deep into mine. "Yes, let's fuck our friend," he said, and I lowered myself down.

I held Al's cock upright and I was so fucking wet from Al licking me and just my own damn self that I sank down onto it in one easy motion until I could feel his pubes on my ass. I pressed my breasts into Scott's chest and kissed him while I took my first rock on Al.

"Oh, fuck... Fifi... Fif... I can't beli... I can't believe... I can't believe it... I'm in you..." Al's hands came to my hips immediately and helped find the rhythm. And we needed one, with Scott pushing this way and me making waves that way.

This was mind-blowing. It's like I was fucking Scott, but not fucking Scott, this ghost cock in me that was not his, him fucking a ghost that was not me. And when I focused, I realized that Al was both fucking and getting fucked at the same time. "Now we're both fucking him!" I told Scott in wild discovery.

"Oh, fuck... fuck me... Scott, she's fucking me... fuck me, Scott... oh, Fifi..."

It was crazy. It felt amazing, yet it was still missing something. And I could see it in Scott's eyes when I opened mine. I kissed Scott, my tongue pulling his, then I licked my way to his ear. "I love you, Scott. I love you. I love only you..."

Scott held me tight and fucked Al so hard. Al called out a series of "yes! yes!" but we couldn't be certain which of us he was reacting to, Scott's pounding or my bouncing.

Al was on autopilot below us, moaning from having his senses rocked. He grabbed my hips and pulled down hard. "Fifi, Fiona, Fifi, I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum in you... Scott? Scott?"

"Cum in her. Cum in her Adalbert!" Scott called down.

Al laughed at the breaking of his cum shot, and I think it delayed it a bit as he swore at Scott: "Oh, fuck you, you fuck!" Then he gripped my waist hard and gave a great growl -- a "Grrrrrffffffuckkkk...!" and exploded inside me.

I couldn't help it, feeling Al's cum hot inside me, and I squealed after, screaming so that everyone at the campgrounds down the beach had to have heard me. I let myself go and knew a gallon of my fluids were bathing Al's balls. There was just this champaign-colored haze about my head. My head fell onto Scott's shoulders and then his chest as he held me, keeping me from collapsing while I shook. There was no way my legs or even my knees would support me, any longer.

Holding me tightly, grunting into my hair, "I love you, baby, I love you, Fee," Scott became the last of us to cum, and he blasted himself inside Al's ass. A little thing inside my brain figured out that it was the first time I was not seeing or receiving my love's hot load, but being in his arms, I knew it was still meant for me.

Al grunted below us. He was just a passenger on our voyage, now.

Scott was using my back and Al's legs for support, then. We were leaning into each other, but soon he pulled himself out of the spent Al, and somehow carried me to the other side of the bed and lay me down. Scott stumbled a bit to find the washcloth Al had brought in, and cleaned off the lube from his cock. He bent down to the delirious Al and gave him a kiss -- one with passion, as we'd spoken about. Then he climbed on the bed, rolling on top of me.

Scott's cock wasn't as hard as nails, at this point, but still firm enough to gain entry to my wet and cum-filled pussy. He didn't fuck me any further, he just wanted to be inside me as he wrapped me up and kissed my neck.

Al rolled toward me and pulled my face to him and kissed me, too. A passion kiss, like Scott had given him. "You're amazing, Girl #3..." he said, and felt up my left boob.

Scott slid to my side, not wanting to crush me, and took ahold of my right boob.

We fell asleep, to no one's surprise.

* * *

I was on the fenced deck, watching the sun get low, when I told the boys to come join me. I had put on one of Scott's button-down shirts I'd stolen from him, and was using it as a beach wrap, this trip. But when the boys dragged themselves out onto the deck, they were still quite naked and didn't care if the whole town had gathered to see. Scott brought the Mike's Hard to me and we shared it, finishing it tout de suite, as my grandpa says. Al propped himself up with the beer bottle on the fence.

"What's... what did you say before that made him laugh? Adalbert?" I asked the boys.

"That's his real name," Scott said.

"My secret real name," Al corrected.

"I don't keep secrets from Fee."

"But it was my secret."

"You'd have told her."

"True, but you're lucky I love you guys." Al turned to me. "It's a family name. Now you don't get to tell anyone."

"Don't worry, the guy I don't hide secrets from is right here," I said and gave Scott a kiss.

The tide waves were nice and big. "Not quite surfing waves," Al said, "but really nice for boogie boards. I'm gonna rent one tomorrow."

"You guys want to go take a dip?" I put out there.

"Skinny dip?" Scott asked.

"No, go get your suits on. Let's be good." Al went to his room while Scott and I found our items. On the beach, Al noticed that we matched -- my white with blue, and Scott's blue with white -- it had waves all over it that looked like that famous painting of a big wave off of Japan.

"You two... are endgame... you know that..." he said, and ran into the lake.

Both Tori and Luke had returned at some point while the three of us were napping, but went back out. They returned again, changed, and joined us in the swim. They had met and played frisbee with some of the people at the campground north of us, as well as one group of college students at a house a little ways south of us.

It was during this time that Danny and Gwen returned. "Holy fuck! I wasted more gas driving around here than the whole drive in, I think!" he exclaimed. "There's nothing here! Some restaurants... actually a couple good places we could check out... and a couple craft stores and crap... but I thought we'd have to come back and do all our shopping at the gas station store! Either that or drive back down to that New Buffalo place we passed on the way in. Finally, we found something up north, so... there will be breakfast."

Gwen said, "And we found the fast food by the highway exit, so went there last and got everyone some Burger King because we are really too frustrated and angry to even try to do any cooking or anything tonight!"

Scotty helped them bring in the bags from the car while Al and Luke started a fire in the pit on our beach. Both had been Cub or Boy Scouts at one time, it seemed, but Luke actually carried a flint stick on his keychain, so they got that thing going, easy.

We wet people changed back into dry clothes, and gathered around the fire, sitting on a circle of logs, eating Burger King... things... burgers, fries, Big Macs, whatever, while the last rays of light gave way to night.

When all the food was gone, we wished one of us played guitar. With all of us being in the Band or Orchestra, you'd think one of us would have brought an instrument along. Danny's clarinet might actually have been in the back of his vehicle, he offered, but we didn't want a woodwind solo, then. Luke ran inside and came back out with a little Bluetooth speaker and found a playlist on his phone. He had some ambient movie themes he downloaded from YouTube, which was nice. Background music for the lake.

I was wearing Scotty's light blue Disneyland hoodie, with Mickey looking like Indiana Jones. Scott had last worn it on the drive in, so it smelled like him. It's mine, now.

"So, Al, is it close to how California was? Did we choose a good place?" I asked, sitting on the sand below Scott's lap, between his knees.

Al looked out at the lake. The water was purple, the sky dark behind us and overhead, but there was red, orange, and yellow at the horizon, yet. He smiled, like he was looking inside himself. "Yeah. Yeah, you did good."

Danny toasted his beer. "Good friends, good times."

"Good friends, good times," was repeated.

"Thanks for letting me come," Luke said. "This is a great place, having a good time. But you said Charlie and Allison dropped out? Why?"

Danny laughed and took this one. "Dad caught them fuckin' in her room."

Tori and Gwen nodded.

"When they were with us," Danny continued, "end of April, the night they lost it together, they were pretty loud, let me tell you!"

"Yeah, we haven't heard any of that around here..." Tori said, looking at me.

"So, picture this," Danny continued, his hands waving, building an image in his mind, "Allison's bed, her pillow's by the wall the door's on, and her and Charlie are fuckin', banging the headboard and moaning. Dad opens the door -- `What in tarnation is a-goin' on hyeer?!' And what he sees is naked-ass Charlie, looking up at him, his mouth hanging open, Allison naked underneath. And she's like, `Hi, Dad.' Dad's like, stunned, and says, `You guys got two minutes to put some clothes on and get out here.' And he shuts the door. But Charlie puts his pants on and goes out the window, Allison throws the rest of his clothes out to him, hits him in the face with a shoe!"

"And...?" Al asked.

"That's it. I heard this from Charlie. No update, yet, except they're sneaking around to see each other, but going on this trip was definitely out."

"Shame. That sucks," Al noted.

Tori waited for any more reaction, then dropped: "And Allison might be pregnant."

This was new. Only Al commented, "That really sucks." We all had to agree.


"Would they have had one of the rooms with the twin beds?" Luke asked.

"Owner says in his letter you could push them together so long as we don't scratch the floor," Scott said, taking a drink.

We listened to the music as the waves crashed in. The light was getting lower.

"Wish we had a hot tub," Tori said. "The house down there? With the college guys? They have a hot tub."

"Sorry, Tori," Scott said. "This is the one I could get."

"Rate it three stars, then," I said to the sky. Scott gave me a look and a smile. Al kicked my foot. We knew who the three stars were.

Tori turned to Luke. "What's the most seductive thing you've ever wanted to say to me?"

He looked up. "What is this, Truth or Dare?" he laughed.

"No," Tori said. "I just want to know."

Luke looked troubled, but they had our attention. "Um... `Be quiet, for once'?"

We all laughed, but Tori pretend-fumed. "It's a game! Act It Out! You have to play."

Luke rocked his head. "Okayyy... Give me a different one."

"I'll come back to you," she said. "Show you how it's done. Fiona?"

"Sure," I volunteered.

"Show me how you like to be kissed in bed," Tori said.

"Act it out! Act it out!" Danny, Gwen, and Al chanted.

"Fine," I said. Actually, this would be easy, and I'd kissed Tori before. I met her in the circle in front of Al, careful of the fire, where we took ahold of each other's faces and planted one. But I was going to do this right, show Scott and Al. I lowered myself onto my back, pulling her with me, so she would have to kiss me like on a bed. Tongues were used, like with Scott, and I let my hands go inside her shirt, so she also went into my hoodie, pushing it up, though it bunched at my breasts. We kept it going long enough for everyone to wonder if there was a time limit, and then broke it off.

Danny made the first comment: "Nice!"

"Okay," Tori said to Luke, "Now for yours. What's the most daring fantasy you've had about us?"

Luke grumbled. "Well, I'm gay, so..."

"Wait, you're gay?" Tori asked.

"Yes."

"Oh."

"But I'll play, since we're here." He cleared his throat. "The most daring fantasy I've had about us is that, even though I'm gay, I would still like to see your tits."

Danny and Gwen, and then the rest of us, chanted, "Act it out! Act it out!"

Tori was disappointed that both single guys were gay, but was happy at Luke's request and took off her shirt. Nudity had been introduced into the game early. "And you'd like to touch them, right? Play right..."

"If I may," Luke said, and with Tori's nod, got about copping himself a feel of girl tits.

Scott took the next one, so it wasn't just Tori's game. "Danny, trace Gwen's body with your fingertips, while whispering what you love about her."

"Act it out! Act it out!" the circle chanted. Danny actually blushed, and we could tell even by firelight.

"Where'd you come up with that one?" I whispered to Scott.

"It's something he talks about on Fridays," was all he said.

Danny started lightly touching Gwen at her shoulders, but shortly into it, she was on the sand with her shirt off, and then her shorts, and her panties. Gwen was nude in front of us while Danny oh-so-lightly touched her. We could hear rumblings when he spoke, but very few actual words, though Gwen heard every one. One thing I did make out was "...fuzzy little pussy..." which we've heard from him before.

We didn't argue rules about "tracing" her body, as Scott had said, versus what he was doing, we all just couldn't take our eyes off of his light touch and Gwen visibly getting horny. And wet. Danny ended his trace at her clit and brought her off. She clung to him, after, for a good long time, and then put her clothes back on.

The circle was speechless. Good thing we were friends.

Al was playing with some onion rings. A couple small ones on his fingers, twirling a bigger one.

"Tell me about the middle girl," I asked Al. I'd said it quietly, just in case.

He leaned toward my ear. "Please don't ask that. I'll tell you, but I don't want to say it to the circle. I don't want Tori to... get encouraged, you know?"

"Hey, no fair, over there," Tori called us out. "No secrets. Act it out! Act it out!"

I had to make a save. "I asked him to show me how he likes to be touched. He said he wanted Scott to do it."

Everyone looked at Scott. "Whoa-oh!" murmured the circle.

Scott gave me a look, like I'd just outed him. Danny threw him the save, this time. "We know."

Scott stood up off the log, careful of me. Then Al stood. It looked like Scott realized he and Al should not step closer to the fire, and they both took up position behind where Al had been sitting, Scott behind Al, his arms around him at the waist. Al clasped his own hands behind him, between him and Scott, captive.

Scott unbuttoned Al's shorts and let them fall. He put both hands inside his boxer briefs, the shadows and flicker from the fire making it look like a monster or alien was inside, about to burst out. "Show me how you like to be touched," Scott said softly, but everyone heard him.

No one but me and Scott heard Al say, "You know how."

Scott pulled Al's underwear wide and let them drop before they caught at his knees, revealing his cock to the circle. There was a little gasp, but no comments. I looked at Tori, but she was laser-focused on the action.

Scott's left hand raked through Al's pubes and then went downward to fondle and hold his balls. His right hand found Al's shaft. He gave it a couple long slow pulls to get it going, but I knew Al was half-hard the moment Scott touched him. Scott continued, with his hand open and flat, slowly sailing down the top, the flatter-side, of Al's cock, toward his crown, pushing his cock downward, like he wanted all to see its length. Believe me, there was nothing else we could watch.

He did this again, and again, and again, as if this was the way. He got a little faster, coming up into his pubes, and back down, but splaying his fingers this time, and finally grasped Al's shaft. Only the waves were louder than Al's intake of breath. Al faltered a little in his stance, and we watched him knock his underwear down and step his right leg out of it.

I slowly moved my left leg until it contacted Scott's ankle, and then my right foot until it was touching Al's, connecting our circuit.

Al's hips gave the first indication of `how' he wanted to be touched, with a slight wave, making Scott increase his pumping of Al's cock, but each time it was a complete top-to-bottom stroke. There was no baby oil or lube anywhere near our circle, so it must've been some pre-cum being spread or just the sweat of Scott's palms, but Al's cock was looking shiny.

Al's breathing started to become labored, little "Uhn..." and "Mnnn..." noises escaped him. Then a very quiet, "Faster..." and Scott sped up. Then we got his "Ohh" sounds.

Scott's hand left Al's balls and held his shaft tight at the base, and he started stroking him fast with the other with shorter strokes near his head. Al's crown grew -- looked like it was being inflated -- that was cool. I always liked when that happened to a guy. Well, Scott best of all. Scott let go of his tight hold and moved that hand behind Al. Whether it just grabbed him or went inside him a bit, we couldn't tell, but we could tell that Al liked it.

"I'm cum -- I'm fuckin' cumming..." Al got out before all he could do was breathe and whine. And then his cum shot into the fire.

It wasn't a massive load, and only Scott and I knew why not, but it was still impressive watching the streams and bullets fly into the fire and disappear.

Al collapsed backwards into Scott, who held him until he could recover, which was a while. We all just watched him hold him. Eventually, Scott released him, and Al put his stuff back on in the darkness. They both retook their seats on the logs.

Gwen broke the silence and asked Danny, "What is something you've always wanted to do to someone in the circle?"

I knew this was a loaded question. I held tightly onto Scott's legs, and I think he knew it, too. Everyone else probably thought Danny would come up with some fantasy for him and Gwen, again, or perhaps admit some desire for Tori -- like a threesome or watching her and Gwen go at it. Luke and Al likely had no clue what Danny would do.

Tori was already chanting, "Act it out! Act it out!"

Gwen, Scott, and I all saw Danny stand up, like in a dream and look at Scott over the fire.

Scott sighed, stood, and stepped between me and the fire. "Just this once."

Danny took the few steps over to Scott and fell to his knees. He undid Scott's shorts and pulled them down with his underwear, releasing his cock. He stared right at it. Of course, we all knew it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, nor even held it. It was just the first time he was going to be allowed to suck it, and he was taking that moment for himself.

And then he took my Scotty's cock into his mouth.

Being only his second blowjob, he still wasn't that skilled, but you could see his desire to love his friend was there. In and out, as far as he could. He seemed reluctant to do anything more with his hands other than hold Scott's waist, or cup his balls, or grasp the base of his cock, but from my vantage point, I could see his pinky finger twisting in Scott's pubes. He'd learned the lesson of `do what I like when...' and we could tell he was swishing around Scott's cock head. And I could tell, and maybe Al could, too, that Danny was trying to find Scott's sweet spot. And that was no surprise, as Danny was skilled in giving Scott handjobs over the years.

I made eye contact with Scott. Like I've said, he has a way to turn off his receptors when getting a blowjob, if he wants; he'll enjoy the sensations, but he won't take it to term. I whispered, "Let go," to him. He understood. He let his fingers run through Danny's black hair, and he held it, starting to fuck his mouth, needing a little more control in the action.

Danny reacted immediately, taking it -- finally -- as a sign of acceptance, and went to town bobbing on Scott's cock.

Scott let go with his right hand and held it out to me, grabbing my shoulder. I took his hand to support him. He gritted his teeth, and I heard -- we all probably heard -- him mutter, "Fuck... me... Danny..." and then he exploded inside Danny's mouth. Again, I knew Scott had already lost a few loads today, so Danny wasn't getting everything Scott could give him on a good day, but that was probably best, as Danny took what Scott had and swallowed it.

Danny fell back, sitting on the sand, Scott's clean cock still hanging before him. I could see Tori just staring at it, memorizing the length, the way it hung, the color from the fire.

Scott put himself back together and helped Danny up. I could tell that Danny was still waiting for a reaction. Scott put his arms around Danny and hugged him to him. Then he kissed him, though not quite as passionately as he would Al. "I love you, man." I saw Danny smile. "Now get out of here." He spun Danny around and swatted his backside, but missing his butt as he went back to Gwen.

Gwen took Danny back on the sand below her and whispered something in his ear. Danny just nodded.

Tori looked at the fire. "I'm going to need some help with my next one." We all knew she was growing incredibly frustrated. I guess that was the problem with not just inviting couples. If Charlie and Allison had come, everything would probably be both hunky and dory.

"That was all kind of intense," Luke noted. "I think I'm going to have to call it, though. Long day."

We knew he was right, and me and Gwen wanted to calm Tori down before this became an incident when we still had a couple days left to go. Let me just say that... I hate to say it... that Luke walked off in the direction of the campsites, and Tori went inside with Gwen. She was saying she wanted to go visit the college guys down the beach, but we kept her from that bit of danger.

"Next thing you know," Scott said, most likely correct, "is that they all come down here to steal our beer and check out our women, and then Danny and Al and me got to get into a fight..."

We put out the fire and headed inside.

There was TV and snacks and beer and Mike's; Tori finished all four Seagram's blue things, but there were still a couple pinks and oranges. But it was a long day, and Scott and I went into our room after a bit. Al went the long way and climbed in.

"You wanted the story of the middle girl," he reminded me, though I didn't need reminding. We each had a beverage, and Scott and I sat cross-legged on the bed while Al took the big chair.

"So, tell me about the other girl," I put to him. "If I was your third, who was number two? Do I know her?"

I couldn't see him too well, we didn't turn on the light, but I imagine he got that far-away look in his eyes. "The other was a surfer girl who hung around with us. Same age as me, I'd known her for a couple summers. It happened right before I moved. Moved to here. The first couple times, I had to change schools once, but we were always still close enough that I could see my beach friends. She was real upset that I was leaving. Her name was Thetis. I don't know if that was her real name, but that's what she called herself, so that's what I called her. That's what we called her. She liked reading the Percy Jackson books, so it might be made up, I don't know. I think she'd tried to claim me, wanted to get me away from the boys."

He took a drink. "So, we did it at her house. In her bedroom, folks weren't home. I don't know, nothing special, just her bedroom. We were naked, we fucked twice... She cried -- not from pain, but because I was moving away."

Al got quiet. We weren't sure if he was finished, or if he'd fallen asleep. But then, suddenly, "The boys... there was Johnny, the boy I liked, he was a year older; there was the boy who was my friend, Chase; and then the twins; the high school boys were hot, but they just kind of tolerated us like pets... and then there was this asshole kid that..." Al breathed heavy, snorting some anger. "And... this local guy -- some older creep -- who kept trying to get me to come stay at his apartment. I'm like, `I'm not homeless, Ace! Get the fuck away from me!'"

He stopped again for some time.

"But no girls here since I came to town. A few offers, but I've been getting what I really like, instead. I haven't... I mean, in the three years... I've had a couple relationships with nice guys I liked, guys I trusted... a few shorter relationships... and a one-nighter or two, I'll cop to that. There was one guy on the Gymnastics team who lasted, a couple guys in Theater..." I think he realized he was spouting too much information. "But I'm no slut or doorknob," he told me.

"Didn't think you were," I said. "Being a girl, I was just curious about the girls. Thetis, huh? Did you like her?"

Al swallowed. "Sure. She was my friend. I don't think I ever would have initiated sex, but she wanted to and I thought it would be nice. A nice way to say goodbye. But even then, I knew I could never fall in love with her."

"When you arrange college out there, you gonna try and find any of them?" Scott asked. "I'd heard some of this before, but Thetis is new," Scott told me.

"I'd like to find Johnny -- the boy l liked, who took my virginity," Al smiled. "And my friend, Chase -- Benji actually looks a little like him. But who knows where they are. The twins, they were -- I saw on the internet -- they did some clothes modeling for B-Wyze, so maybe they're doing well."

A little time passed while we sat there. No one proposed ripping our clothes off and going at it, again. We were all tired. Al said good night to us and left through the deck.

Scott and I did get undressed and shared some intimacy in bed, but fell asleep fairly quickly.

* * * *

The next morning, I woke up before Scott, and it was like my dreams. Nice breeze coming in the room, blue sky, the sun sparkling on the lake, and the most gorgeous guy next to me in bed. He looks younger when he's sleeping, like I can see Little Scott in him, still. He has a cute, light snore I'll probably hate when we're old and fat! I snuck out of bed and made some coffee for him, then came back and woke him up the way I knew he'd really appreciate.

This next day was a dream vacation day. No one was waking up at the same time, so we didn't have a big breakfast together like on TV. Just bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Cocoa Pebbles, or Special K with milk and OJ. I won't get too detailed, but we all hung out at our beach house, laid out in the sun, played in the water and on the sand, walked the trails, Al rented his boogie board and taught Tori how to body surf. Lunch was sandwiches, or we got stuff down at the vendors on the Dunes beach proper. For supper, Danny made a huge pot of spaghetti and meatballs with a giant bag of frozen veggies in it for dinner.

What I will say is that after lunch, when everyone was tired, again, like from the heat of the sun or whatever, a lot of us retired to our bedrooms. I walked in on Scott and Al fucking, again. They offered me to join them, but I didn't. I kind of felt like I'd interrupted a `private time.' I didn't leave, but I did get comfortable in the big chair, watching.

Eventually, though, I did get in the mood. I took off what I was wearing and climbed on with them. At that point, Scott had cum in Al, and we were all mostly feeling each other, kissing. I wanted to suck Scott, but he wasn't clean, yet, so I sucked Al.

Then Al put me on my back and fucked me. I loved it, and I came, but it was different. I looked at Scott, and could see in his eyes that it was different for him, too.

There was an upset yet determined look on his face, one I hadn't seen since our Day 1. He excused himself and took a shower in our washroom.

Al stayed with me. He didn't collect himself and sneak out. I think he knew he would have to be here for the fallout. We did get dressed, though. Al moved to the chair. I sat on the bed.

Scott returned and found us. He finished drying himself and threw on some light clothes, as we had. Something was coming. We all knew it. He climbed on the bed by me.

"I don't know..." Scotty barely started. "It's like..." He breathed heavily, then sat back, his signature, "Fuckin'..." barely escaping his lips. "Fiona, I don't want to share you like that." He reached and pulled me to him.

"I'm sorry," Al said, and I said, "I shouldn't have..." at the same time.

Scott and I just held each other close for the next who-knows-how-long.

"Have I lost a friend?" Al asked, finally. "Friends?"

Both Scott and I said, "No," at the same time, and then he released me, slowly.

"It's not your fault," Scott said. "It's been tough sorting how I feel. I know I was here for it, but... The two of you, alone, it just felt like... I don't know... like if," he turned to me, "like if we'd been fooling around with Tori, and then I went and fucked her on my own."

"And," I realized, "I'd already said that wouldn't be right."

"Fire would rain from the heavens, you said," Scott reminded me. "I think..." Scott decided, "that we have to cut this part out."

"I like being close to you," Al pleaded.

"You guys will still be close," I said, hoping I was saying the right thing. "You can decide what that means. I trust you both." I knew compromises would be made by both of us. But that's how you work things out instead of just breaking up.

"I know why he loves you," Al said to me. "You can see it. You guys are gonna be endgame, if you can figure out college. I hope I haven't messed that up."

"You haven't," Scott told him.

Al approached us and kissed Scott's cheek. "I hate... losing friends..."

"You won't." Scott said it, but I thought it, too. "We just have to look at this, like, what happens when we get back home? I like you and me," he nodded to Al, and "and all of us is fun, but I love," he looked to me, "you and me, the most."

"Yeah." Al backed away and was heading to the door when Scott stopped him.

"You and me -- we're good," he told him, holding him.

"Some love triangle, huh?" Al sniffled.

"No," I corrected him, on automatic. But then I had to explain myself. "We're not a love triangle. We're a love angle." I held my fists out like points. "I love Scott, and you love Scott," I ran my hands together into a third point, "Scott's the vertex and he loves us," I separated my point-hands, again, "but these two aren't in love. So, it's a love angle, not a triangle."

"But I do really, really like you," Al said, coming over to me, "Girl #3." And he kissed me and gave me a hug, both of which I returned.

This time, Al did walk out our door, but he didn't close it.

We could hear a little light plunking on the piano. And then we heard a song. It was beautiful. Sad, but incredibly beautiful. We didn't dare speak. I could hear someone else in the house walk by to see who was playing, but they didn't say a word, either.

Then the music was beautiful, but incredibly sad. I couldn't hold it in. I grabbed Scott and buried my face in his chest and my tears flowed. He held me and stroked my hair. He didn't need to say anything. I don't think he could, either.

Al only played for about two minutes. There was probably more to the piece, but he finished at a point where it came to a conclusion, or he made it sound like one. Ritardando.

Al appeared at our door. "A song for you. Chopin. Nocturne number six in G minor. Opus fifteen. Number three. But I couldn't finish it. Maybe later." And he left.

"He knows a couple tunes, my ass," Scott said. One of us had to say something. "We need him in Band. If Mr. Thorn hasn't heard him, he will."

"Should we go after him?" I asked, drying my eyes on Scott's shirt.

"No, let him get some air."

Ten minutes later, I still felt like I needed to apologize, though. "I'm sorry I jumped on Al."

"Hey, we were sharing him. I just did it, too. I can't blame you. Or him." Scott took a breath. "But when I saw you... I realized... I couldn't do it, anymore."

I held the boy I loved. "Do we need to do anything to even this out? You and me?"

"Like what?"

"Like..." I ruminated, "do I invite Tori over and..."

"No," Scott almost laughed. "I just said that as an example. She's the girl you play with. She's a nice girl, but I honestly have no desire to fuck her. She's not..."

"Your type?"

"Whatever."

"A player to be named later, then?" I offered. "Kari Tanaka?"

"No," Scott almost laughed at my offer of Kari. "I don't need that. I just need you." Scott put one of his starlight kisses on me.

At dinner, Al had returned, and no more was said. We all celebrated being friends, again, while enjoying Danny's spaghetti, and getting drunk on the remaining stock. Luke and Tori even had become friendly companions for this trip, exploring the park, though she respected his wishes and didn't try to convert him. She went with him to the group at the campground, though that didn't do anything to quell her frustrations, either, as they were also gay. Luke spent most of the night with them, after dinner.

That night, in a soap opera move I won't go into too much detail on, Gwen invited Tori to her and Danny's bed, and though Danny is devoted to Gwen, so long as they all knew it was just for fun, he fucked Tori into a pleasant stupor while she ate Gwen out. Though I'd see how that played out when we got home, it was too late to learn a lesson from as there was no real love between anyone other than Danny and Gwen, there.

* * * * *

Scott and I spent another blissful, just-as-if-we-were-married night together. Morning blowjobs are kind of fun.

Al was up early, and body surfing the morning waves. The wind was coming in, again, making him quite happy. I waved to him from our deck with my morning coffee, and he came bounding up the stairs, his boogie board attached to his ankle flapping behind him. He stopped halfway to detach it so it didn't pull him back down. He jammed it into the sand outside our deck, sidled up to the fence, and gave me a big kiss on the cheek.

He looked at my cup and I just handed it to him, like I'd made it for him. I'd had a couple sips -- I didn't need the caffeine, it just felt like it made the morning complete.

"Hey, thanks!" he said. "Do you see those waves? There's some big ones further out there. I bet I could actually surf on a real board, but I didn't see any of those for rent at the shacks."

"I love watching you have fun," I almost giggled.

"You know, the California waves are made by -- I mean, we get good waves all the time, but -- the big ones come from storm systems far out, and then, you know, the weather... Here, it's all wind, and you have a lot of wind!" he said, all excited.

"I don't know how to take that. I have a lot of...?" I joked.

"No, no... You know what I mean!" he laughed.

Scott came out of the washroom with a towel around his waist and joined us on the deck. Al reached in and gave him a hug.

"You have an okay night?" Scott asked.

"Private room," Al answered with a shrug.

It was us three again.

"Hey, did I leave my shoes in here?" Al asked.

"Yeah, come get `em," Scott said. There were no shoes in our room and Al hadn't worn any since the moment we got here the first day.

Al handed me the cup and leapt over the fence, still dripping wet and with sandy feet, I might add. He didn't take a seat, just stood in the middle of the bedroom.

"I just wanted to say... don't go thinking I'm, you know, the little gay boy who can't get the boy he wants. Nothing so serious. I'm happy with Benji, for now. I just... really like my friend." He looked directly at Scott. "I love my friend. If... we have to... curtail some of our activities, then that's what we'll do. Just don't... stop... being my friends. Please."

"You're not losing us. We're good forever. Even if you go back to California," I said. "I think we're open to having some `fun,' still, but no more solos."

Scott added, "And on Friday, after we're home, I know you're downloading the new Batman game, and I'm coming over to your place to beat your butt at it." He looked to me, as if he needed to explain. "We would do the Star Wars game, but it's full of bugs, so it needs patches and shit. And we're going to find a pool hall, damn it! And there will probably be a blowjob or two. That's my prediction, and I'll stand by it. And we'll talk about guy stuff, and who knows?"

Al said, "Last night, I figured... When you love someone, they have to love you back the same way. And I know that's not where we are. We're seventeen, no one's getting married. Well, you two could, one day, and my guy is somewhere in California, probably. I could love you, Scott, but I know it won't happen that way, like you two, and I'm not going to knock myself out over it. I like being friends. Having fun as friends is nice, too, if we can keep some of that."

"You said you really, really like me," I told Al, and he nodded. "And we really, really like you. So, though we only have a `love angle' between us, maybe we can fix that, and have a `really, really like' triangle."

"That's silly, but it works," he snickered.

Scott wrapped Al up in his arms in a welcome-back gesture. Al turned it into a kiss. I pulled Al's swimsuit down to his ankles and dusted the sand off his calves.

"Water was cold this morning, was it?" I asked Al.

"Can you help me with that?" he asked me back.

I took Al's cock in my mouth to warm it up and get it on its way to becoming a plaything. Al ripped Scott's towel open and off.

"About time," Scott said. "Think you'd know how to do that, by now."

Al got busy pumping my Scotty, but Scott pulled the both of us onto the bed. I removed my hoodie and panties. "Did you have breakfast this morning?" I asked Al.

He looked over and saw my spread legs. "You know me, I'm an early riser, but I haven't eaten anything, yet." Before he moved, he looked to Scott.

"Dig in, then," Scott told him. Al set himself between my legs and combed my pubes with his fingers, then opened me up and dove in. Scott continued warming up Al's cock.

Scott was in the wrong position for me to do anything with him, so I decided to be selfish this morning, since knowing that our threesomes would, from this point, become a little more rare.

"Hey, it's my birthday, today," I told the ceiling.

"That's right," Scott played along. "I'd made you a pot in Art class, but there was a kiln explosion. So, your present's being delivered."

"I always find out about these things too late," Al took a moment from circling my clit. "What do you want for your birthday? I've got all day to find whatever you want."

"I want both my boys home from school," I moaned. "Both my boys."

There was a bit of silence as Scott and Al registered that. Scott pulled off of Al's cock and moved his head next to Al's. "Fffuck!" I shout-whispered. Two tongues were touring my pussy. I've never felt that before! There were the two hands the other day, but this was wild! One went to the top while the other worked below -- better than one on each side. I took a fistful of hair from each head and started whimpering as I hit my first orgasm of the morning.

They let me recover while they each went a different direction. Scott was massaging my leg until he reached my foot and was working over each piggie, while Al made his way up to my breasts. The similarity between the two of my guys obviously extended to their favorite parts of me, and Al was determined to have more time with my girls.

The orgasm might have made me happy enough to send my two boys off playing together, but it also made me adventurous enough to propose what I did. "Come here," I called to them both. Al slid the couple inches while his hands continued on my breasts, while Scott hauled himself up to hold my waist and nibble my ear.

"What is it, baby? What can we do for you?"

"I got a text. The gift you sent is arriving, but I don't know where the delivery guy is dropping it off. Can you each cover a door while I put my face on?" This extended birthday thing was kind of fun! "Scott, open the front door. Al, can you take the rear?"

My eyes were closed, but I could imagine their expressions, and could picture their faces communicating silently above me. Scott whispered, "You sure, baby? Are you ready for this?"

"I want to try it. I've never really had anything in there, but if you two can do it, if you two can take care of me, make it fun instead of painful..." I was nervous, but to have both my boys make `really, really like' to me, to have both my boys inside me... I wanted to feel that.

Al left my side and I heard him finding the lube. Scott took the center of the bed and turned me over, on top of him. I thought about the different possible positions, and figured he was right, that this would be the most comfortable. While Al was getting me ready, Scott and I kissed each other and felt each other's bodies like we were teenagers. Ha-ha! Okay, like our Day 1, like it was the first time after we got together. Like it should have been a year ago when we should have gotten together. God, I love him.

Al oiled me up along with his cock, and then started the process he helped me perform on Scott. The one finger inside me was easy -- familiar, even, and fun. The second finger started the stretch. Not too bad, but the twisting felt awkward, but I knew why he was doing it. The third finger actually felt easier, even though it stretched me wider, I guess because it was a rounder shape? if that makes sense? It was rolling on three points instead of on two sides. Al took about ten or fifteen minutes, I think, doing all that. And with Scotty distracting me, I didn't mind.

With a word from Al between them, Scott lifted me and entered me, the familiar feel of his cock filling me going right to my heart. I couldn't help but start rocking on him, but then I felt Al's hand on my rear, steadying me. And then I felt the tip of his cock at my anus. He pushed in slowly, but made sure his entire head was inside me.

It was huge! Well, it felt that way, anyway. Scott had stopped any thrusting, and was just the voice of reason in my ear. "Take it easy, baby. Don't fight it. Don't clench up. Don't try to grasp it with your muscles. You have to consciously relax." He didn't spout that all-at-once, but nice and slow, gently in my ear, like a secret. I love my Scotty.

I tried what he said, and breathed my okay for Al to continue. And he did. Little by little, he slid further in. Al's advice came toward the back of my other ear. "If you push back on me a little, Fifi, like when you... yeah, like that. Don't grip it, just... yeah..."

Scott, below me, was reacting more than I was, now. "Oh, geez, Al. I can feel you. I can feel your cock slidin' in. Just that little bit of skin between us. That is... that is fuckin' wild!"

Al got in further. My god, how big was he? I mean, they? They're the same size, so if Scott ever did this to me, it would be the same... Suddenly, I had a moment of panic, I had to stop them. "No, it hurts! It hurts! Stop!"

Al pulled back a little, showing me he was listening to me, though he didn't pull out. The logical part of my mind knew it would be more difficult to start over. "Both of us, Fifi. You want both of us?"

"Yes," I admitted.

Al slid in again. Scott moaned below me and I was going to tighten my hug on him, but consciously just tried to turn myself to jelly and let it happen. And then it did. I felt Al's pubes on my ass, and he was all the way in. I couldn't breathe.

Both my boys. Both of my boys were inside me. I was so freaking full!

And then they started moving. I wanted to tell them not to, that I was still getting used to it, but that's what this was all about. Scott moved, first, then Al. This wasn't going to be easy. I could feel they would have trouble going in and out at the same time, and I don't know if they could manage a top-then-bottom rhythm, or front-then-back, whichever it was. My mind was blown.

When did the pleasure begin?

Scott said sometimes Al makes him tell a story to distract himself. I didn't know any fuckin' stories! But then I remembered something Scotty said when he was on his back and Al was inside him, when I was there for the first time with him. It was so much different for him, holding me, he'd said. So, I held him. I focused on kissing my Scotty. Loving him. Putting dents in his skin with my fingernails!

Unexpectedly, I realized they'd both been fucking me for some time! I didn't count it, the number of times, but they'd found a rhythm, a give-and-take, because I still don't know if it's top-then-bottom or front-then-back. It wasn't that bad. I would probably hurt like hell later on, but maybe I could do this again -- with both my guys. But I'll tell you, it made me appreciate making love to my Scotty one-on-one so much more!

This is my story, so I'm not telling you all the noises I made, all the _"oh, fuck"_s I shouted, like I'd heard Scott make, but they were there. At some point, Scott stopped making his thrusts, and just let Al go ahead. It was easier, and I started to concentrate on that feeling, trying to find the pleasure. And you know what? It was there. Mostly in my heart, though. Mostly in my heart.

Scott pulled out of me slowly but stayed at my entrance to still be officially inside me, and allowed Al to go faster. There wasn't much I could do about it as he was on auto. I just took it. But I wanted to. I didn't want to be the one to call it quits. I wanted Al to cum. I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted to feel that. I could see from Scotty's eyes that he knew this, and he wasn't pressing for his own cum. We'd take care of that later.

And then Al squeezed down on me, his arms wrapping around me. Scott and I gave him room, and Al immediately found my breasts. I had a quick feeling that he and Scott would always fight over those any time we had some fun together. But Al's cock became erratic, and I knew that feeling. One more slam into my ass and I heard Al grunt his "Grrrfffffuck!" and I felt -- I actually felt -- his cum blast inside me! It was different than in my pussy. It was a warm filling. And as he pulled back and forth those couple more times, I filled up more.

Al eventually fell out of me after his body relaxed. I was a little wiped-out, but I told Scott, "Finish me..." His cock entered me, again, and it felt welcome. This was what I wanted, this was my Scotty. This morning, I'd brought him coffee and a blowjob, again, but we hadn't gotten around to screwing, yet. So, I needed my morning fix!

Oh, what will life be like when we return to civilization? We both still live at home and sleep in separate beds. Sigh...

I couldn't bounce too much on Scott. He turned me over and I pleasantly found Al kissing me, as well, and going after my breasts. They shared them. Both of them shared both of them. My boys. My men.

Scotty fucked me hard and started cumming in me, triggering my orgasm. Just know that I screamed my pleasure and woke up Tori, who would not let me forget it for the remainder of the trip.

"Ready to go again?" Al asked. "We'll trade sides this time."

"No way!" I laughed. They had to be kidding!

"You're mean," Al moaned. "Isn't she mean, Scott?"

"So mean..." Scott breathed, recovering from his own orgasm, yet.

After a while, and a shower, we made actual breakfast, serenaded by Al playing a more jaunty tune on the piano, an 80s song I can't remember the title of right now. I don't know how Al escaped Mr. Thorn or Mr. Stromboli hearing him play for three years.

When he finished, he closed the keyboard and said, "I really, really like you two."

Our triangle was fixed.

It was our last full day here, and we didn't waste it. By that I mean, there was no real agenda, like when you go to Six Flags or Disney. Sometimes it's great to just lay out in the sun and do bunches of nothing with your friends. That night, sitting by the fire, good tunes playing on the Bluetooth, watching the sunset, Scott sat back in the V of Al's legs, and I lay back in the V of his. I could run my hands along the hairy legs of both of them. I didn't want to go home. It was nice just the way we were.

I thought I maybe could see the Chicago skyline across the lake in the red light, but it was probably just a mirage.