Chapter 6

Jim’s left arm wrapped around Jenna while she lay on her side, her head resting on his chest. His hand pulled her into him while he rubbed the small of her back. Occasionally, he would let a finger trace the length of the cleft between her ass cheeks.

Jenna felt a calming warmth radiate from Jim as she laid next to him. She could hear the beating of his heart and found herself drifting to sleep, wishing she could forget the pain of the past.

She wasn’t sure how long they had been laying there but could feel the cool, damp air blow against her and shivered slightly.

“We better head back,” Jim said looking down at her while caressing her face with his right hand.

“I am getting a little cold,” Jenna replied.

She reluctantly sat up while Jim stood up next to her. He offered her his hand and helped pull her to her feet. They quickly got dressed then headed back to the others.

While walking back to the others, and for the remainder of the night, Jenna couldn’t help but think of the debauchery she was a part of over the past week. Though she carried on a conversation with the others around the fire, her mind would drift. She remembered admiring Cindy’s body, her large tits and round ass, that first day they changed into bathing suits together, and just about every subsequent day since. She had always admired Cindy’s curves growing up. And then, whe she saw her and Eli fucking. Well, she felt ashamed of what she did, spying on them, but couldn’t help how much it excited her.

Then there was Jack. She vaguely remembered the night with him but somehow knew she enjoyed it.

And now. Now she could not stop thinking about how well Jim fucked her. Jim satiated a deep lust yearning within.

But every so often she would think of Rick. She loved him. She didn’t love what he had become, but loved the man he was and thought he could be again. At least she thought she still loved him. She doubted that now.

As the fire started to die down, they all gathered up their things and headed back home.

The next day Jenna headed with Cindy to buy herself a new phone to replace the one she threw against the wall. Jenna bought the phone and a couple other things she needed then they headed back to Cindy’s apartment. On the way back to the apartment, Jenna found several voicemails and texts that Rick had been sending. Each one professed how sorry he was for his behavior, that he loved her, and that he would be better. Jenna glanced over the texts, then quickly deleted them. She only listened to the first couple voicemails from Rick before she stopped and deleted them all.

Cindy noticed how Jenna grimaced after each text or voicemail. At first Cindy didn’t say anything. If her cousin wanted her advice, she would ask for it. But as the look of frustration grew on Jenna’s face, Cindy found it hard to restrain herself. She knew Jenna was unhappy about the situation with Rick. Back in the apartment, Cindy could restrain herself no longer.

“Jenna, what’s going on with Rick?”

“I already told you before. He keeps apologizing. But it won’t change. I wish he would ... You know, treat me like he used to. But I don’t think he will change. And I’m not sure about him anymore. I’m not sure I still love him.”

“What! He’s the guy you are married to and said you loved. The guy you wanted to straighten things out with. Are you giving up on him?”

Jenna was silent for a long time, before answering. “I’m so confused. I do love Rick, but I can’t help thinking that this is just another of his temporary remissions. He does it all the time. First he’s a complete asshole, gets abusive. Then he sweet-talks me into believing that he won’t do it again. Then he goes out and gets drunk again. It’s been happening just like clockwork lately. I know that if I keep listening to him, I’ll turn to jelly and give in. I know he will disappoint me again. So why continue this charade?”

Jenna sat on the couch in the apartment staring across the room. There were tears welling up and her voice broke as she spoke. Sensing that there was more on her mind, Cindy sat silently waiting. Jenna continued,

“I’m not sure I still love him.” Another long pause. “Even if I did still love him, I’m not sure that he would take me back. I mean, I haven’t been an angel myself lately.” She wiped away a tear.

“Oh, Jenna, for heaven’s sake! That’s fuck’n ridiculous. You haven’t done anything so terrible. After all, you are a human being with normal human feelings and desires. And all this business with Rick has left you torn up and very vulnerable. You said yourself that Rick was probably seeing other women. Why do you have to be better than he is? You’re setting up a no-win situation for yourself.”

Still looking across the room, Jenna was quietly crying. Tears rolled part way down her cheeks and dropped onto her legs.

Cindy didn’t know what to do. Jenna’s lack of response to any of her statements gave her no clues about what Jenna was thinking. Afraid of saying the wrong thing, Cindy said nothing.

Finally Jenna stopped crying, got up, and went into the bathroom. After a long absence, she reappeared, looking much improved.

“Hey, let’s go do something. I want to get out of the apartment for a while. How about we head down to the gym? I need to work off some of this anger and confusion.” she said.

After quickly changing into a sports bra and compression shorts, the two walked toward the gym. As Cindy entered the gym, Jenna reached out and took her wrist.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t want your help,” Jenna said. “I just need to sort things out. And please don’t feel guilty about what happened with Jack and Jim. Maybe you’re right about it, and I shouldn’t feel guilty either. Anyway, nobody forced me to do anything, so it’s up to me to come to terms with it. I appreciate your concern and everything you have done for me.”

Cindy gave Jenna a hug, “I just don’t like seeing you hurting.”

The two separated and then headed over to the treadmills.

While they were running, Jenna couldn’t help but stare in the mirror facing them and admire Cindy’s large bosom. Though Cindy’s tits were confined, they still had a good bounce as he ran. On more than one occasion Jenna would find herself hypnotized by them and would misstep and almost be thrown back from the treadmill.

When that occurred, Jenna would step off the treadmill and feigne tying her shoes. Jenna would glance up while she undid and retied her laces to admire Cindy’s tight ass. The way Cindy’s rounded ass cheeks quivered had Jenna wanting to reach up and grab them. She imagined holding them apart and admiring her asshole and her wet pussy.

Jenna would snap herself out of her daydream, shake her head trying to get back to reality, and jump back on the treadmill.

After about 40 minutes of jogging, Jenna was tired and perspiring freely.

“You’re out of shape,” laughed Cindy. “You used to run circles around me.”

Cindy grabbed a small towel and wiped the sweat from her brow. As she did this, Jenna couldn’t help but notice the sweat that was running down Cindy’s chest, between the tops of her glistening tits.

“Well, I haven’t had the chance to workout much after getting married.”

After cooling off for a few minutes and drinking a bottle of water, the two headed for Cindy’s apartment. Both were still sweaty, and beads of sweat ran along the delicious curves of their voluptuous bodies. Several men turned around to watch them pass, but neither woman noticed as they were too engrossed in their own conversation.

As they approached Cindy’s apartment, Cindy yelled out “Last one to the shower does the dishes tonight!” She then broke away from Jenna and sprinted toward the apartment.

Reaching the door first, she paused to unlock it and was pushed aside as Jenna sped past her.

Collapsing onto the edge of the bathtub, Jenna was alternately panting and laughing when Cindy raced in and threw herself onto the lid of the toilet. Both women laughed until their sides ached.

“You go ahead and shower first. I’m not in as good a shape as I thought I was. I’ll sit here and catch my breath,” Cindy said.

The bathroom was spacious, the toilet was opposite the sink as you entered the bathroom and offered Cindy a perfect view of Jenna by the shower as she stripped off her sports bra. Cindy noticed how Jenna had been admiring her at the gym. And now it was her turn to take in Jenna’s beauty.

Jenna’s full breasts fell out of her sports bra as she pulled it over her head. Cindy bit her lower lip as she admired the perfectly formed breasts. Her nipples were firm and stood out from the pink areolas. The flawless alabaster skin of Jenna’s breasts was a sharp contrast to the bronze tan she had after only a few days of basking in the sun. She wanted to take one of Jenna’s full breasts in her hands, knead the ample flesh, and devour it with kisses and gentle bites.

Oblivious to Cindy’s leering, Jenna turned and pulled the shower curtain open a bit so she could reach the faucet. She started the water then turned back.

Jenna blushed as she saw the deep lust that was in Cindy’s eyes. She was about to reach up and attempt to cover herself but stopped.

I am an attractive woman, she thought to herself. She was done hiding herself away under Rick’s destructive roof. Her time away from Rick had taught her she had so much more to learn about herself and the world. To more richly learn about the pleasure she had experienced and what other pleasures awaited.

Jenna locked eyes with Cindy, hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her compression shorts and slowly pulled them off. She twisted her hips seductively as the shorts passed her hips and round thighs. She bent over slightly and lifted first one leg and then the other out of the shorts. Her eyes never left Cindy’s.

Steam from the shower worked its way around Jenna.

Cindy let out lusty sigh, “Remember how we used to bathe together when we were kids? And then when we grew older and got shy, one of us would sit on the toilet seat while the other bathed, and we would talk for hours about the boys we had crushes on. And wonder what sex was like.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s pretend we’re kids again,” Cindy said as she stood up. She removed her sports bra and shorts. Then both entered the shower.

Jenna faced the shower head, letting the hot water cascade down her head and back. Her legs felt weak, a nervous excitement about what she was going to let happen. She could feel a heat build inside her cunt, feel it tighten in anticipation. Her breathing quickened.

Cindy stood behind and admired Jenna’s beautiful body. She had been wanting to lay her hands on Jenna and do so much more. And now her hands moved slowly across Jenna’s luscious curves; her delicate neck, seductive tapered back, and perfect fullness of her ass.

Jenna felt a warm electric pulse move through her as Cindy slowly worked her hands down her back. Jenna’s breath caught in her throat. Her head was spinning. She teased one of her tits with one hand while the other helped support her against the shower wall. She closed her eyes and savored Cindy’s caress.

Cindy picked up the soap and lathered it between her hands then slowly massaged it into Jenna’s back. With firm circular strokes, Cindy worked her way down Jenna’s back.

Steady streams of warm water coursed down Jenna’s body, and she emitted an occasional sigh of pleasure at Cindy’s soapy rubdown.

Both women swayed back and forth with the pressure of Cindy’s actions. Once Cindy reached the top of Jenna’s thighs, she reversed directions and began working up towards the top of Jenna’s ass. White soap flowing along her soft skin.

Cindy kneaded the firm flesh of Jenna’s ass with both hands at first. Fingers pressing into muscles in tight circular motions. Cindy then let her left hand move up and down Jenna’s round thigh and along her waist. The palm of her right hand followed the curve of each rounded cheek of her ass. Slowly she worked her fingers along Jenna’s deep ridge.

Cindy’s fingers moved up and down. Each time her hand would move just a bit further downward and deeper. Then with one long, slow motion Cindy let her middle finger push down and glance over Jenna’s tight asshole then moved further past to the edge of her pussy.

Jenna let out a deep moan and teased her tit. Fingers pinching her nipple. Her ass pushing back, wanting Cindy to push her hand deep inside her.

Cindy stopped. “Need to wash your front now,” she breathed into Jenna’s ear.

Jenna, turned around willingly and leaned back against the wall. Her eyes looking into Cindy’s.

Cindy held Jenna’s wanting stare for a brief moment. She then let her eyes drift down and take in every glistening curve of Jenna’s body. The water ran over and between her breasts, along her stomach and fell along her legs.

Cindy grabbed the soap again and began working it around Jenna’s neck and collarbone area. A trail of soap bubbles ran down across her alabaster tits as it moved downward to her stomach. Cindy then worked the lather around Jenna’s full breasts.

Her eyes closed, Jenna stood immobile, enjoying the gentle kneading. Her chest rising and falling with each of her deep breaths.

Cindy bent down as she worked the soap along her stomach and around her hips. She lathered Jenna’s thighs and up over the full lips of her cunt.

With her left hand, Cindy pushed Jenna’s legs apart and exposed Jenna’s pink folds. Massaging Jenna’s thigh with her left hand, Cindy built up a creamy foam and traced the vee where her thighs and cunt came together with her right hand.

She cuddled Jenna’s cunt and let her fingers play along her aroused pussy. Working slowly along the outside, teasing her. She let her fingers work back up to her clit then used her thumb to firmly flick her erect nub.