Chapter 7: Bare Hearts

I don’t know how long I kept crying. My mind was empty but my emotions were running high. It was a cathartic moment when all my suppressed pain flowed out. At some point I got up and crashed into bed. The ocean’s roar sounded like a lullaby as I fell asleep.

My bedroom door creaked open around midnight. The sound of Elena’s crutches woke me up. Claire and Elena slipped in my bedroom. Their naked bodies were glowing in the moonlight. They climbed into bed in silence and sandwiched me between them. Claire’s curves pressed against my back. Her piercings felt cool against my skin. Elena hugged me from the front.

I opened my mouth, but Elena pressed a finger to my lips. “Shut it, Sketchpad,” she whispered.

I gave in and sank into their heat. Their bodies enveloped me in their warmth. I felt safe and protected from my pain for the moment. Soon we were fast asleep.

Rosa woke us up in the morning. Her sheer sarong barely covered her perky tits. She was carrying a tray of coffee and croissants in her hands.

“Morning, lovebirds!” she teased. “Rough night, delivery boy?”

Claire sat up to take her coffee. Elena propped herself on her elbows to look at me. Rosa sensed the mood and left us alone.

My eyes were puffy from crying. I truly felt like an idiot in that moment.

Elena shared a look with Claire and then turned to me. “Spill it, Sketchpad,” Elena said bluntly. “I know for a fact you’re not that fragile. What was the big meltdown yesterday?”

I grabbed a coffee and took a sip. Caffeine helped to calm my nerves. “I was ten,” I started. My voice cracked with each word. I talked about the unfortunate accident and losing my family. My time across foster homes. Meeting Emma and falling in love. My big dream of having a family. Our marriage plans and my savings to buy a home. They knew the rest already.

Claire held me in her arms while I spilled my guts. Elena kept me talking. When I was done with my sob story, I looked at them. Their eyes were still warm. There was no judgment or pity in them.

Something tugged at my heart. “I want to be with you guys, but I am scared. Someday I will find myself back in that cheap motel and wake up from this dream. I don’t want to burn again.”

Claire’s arms tightened around me. She leaned on my shoulder and gently kissed my cheek. “We’ll take it slow, shy guy,” she said. “Let’s ride this tide together.”

Elena was not so understanding. Her eyes blazed in anger towards me. “That gloomy shit stays in the past, Sketchpad. I don’t want you moping around. No more hiding from us. You talk when it hits, got it?”

Her tough love scared me. Maybe that’s what I really needed. I nodded at her.

Their world was a challenge. They carried their heart on their sleeves. All bare and true. There was nowhere to hide here. But could I trust them to not fuck me up?

The villa was buzzing with wild energy in the next day. Claire and Elena were sitting naked in the dinning area. That was surprising given they had a designated naked area.

Rosa came out of the kitchen running. She ripped off her sarong in style with a grin.

“It’s Nude Day, bitches!” she shouted. Her pussy was shaved smooth, and her perky breasts were exposed. “No clothes, no shame. Let’s get fucking free!”

Elena smirked. “You heard her, Sketchpad. Ditch the shorts. It’s time to let that cock breathe.”

Claire hugged me from behind. “You got this, shy guy,” she said.

I looked at each one of them while still trying to process their words.

Rosa walked up to me. “C’mon, delivery boy,” she called. “Join the fucking party.” Before I could respond, she tugged down my shorts to get me naked.

My cock sprang free. It had already gained full erection under their stares. My heart was pounding like a drum. I looked at their playful smile and my panic died down. I was finally part of their world freely.