Chapter 35

"I don't dare tell Evan a thing," Devlin told Krissi the next morning. Krissi had stopped at the bungalow to change clothes. She looked sleepy, but with that 'cat-and-the-canary' look that said she'd been well laid.

"Has he been asking?"

"No, but somehow I keep expecting him to."

Krissi smiled. "There are some things you just don't do, and telling a man about your sex life away from him is one of them. What do you tell him you do?"

"I work on my tan, I work out a little, things like that."

Krissi laughed. "Well, what we're doing is exercise, just not something you'd do at a gym." She tied a fresh wrap around her hips, coated herself with sun block, and headed for the door. "See you at breakfast."

Devlin stretched. She missed her morning dance routine. She put on her leg warmers and went through a basic set of exercises. She was feeling better this morning. This was just like high school: she had two lives, one public--that was with Evan--and one private--that was here on this island. And as long as she could keep them straight in her head she shouldn't have any problem with the two colliding. After all, except for Krissi and Sabrina, she wasn't expecting to see any of these people again.

After a quick shower she put on shorts and a halter and headed for the patio. She could hear the sound of conversation and smell breakfast cooking.

Sabrina was on the edge of the pool, slowly riding up and down on a guy. Krissi was sitting on a guy's lap. From the urgency of her motion the breakfast in front of her was long forgotten. Ellen had covered her breasts with whipped cream, and Greg was slowly licking it off. It looked like an interesting breakfast.

Krissi dropped her hand between her legs, rubbing. Her face grew slack and her eyes half-closed. She gave a low grunting sound as her face lifted. The guy filling her began to move faster, rocking his hips sharply. He groaned, too, and his muscles stood out as he squeezed Krissi. They held that for several seconds before Krissi leaned back to kiss him. Devlin could see the blonde's chest rising and falling rapidly.

"That's exciting just looking at it," Devlin said when Krissi finally got up.

"Yeah, that's the third time we've had breakfast that way," Krissi said. She leaned over and kissed the guy again, murmuring something in his ear.

Devlin got herself a cup of coffee and a fruit bowl. She had just started eating when Krissi sat next to her. "Oh, I was going to tell you last night, but I forgot; some of us are going over to Islamorada to shop. Want to come along?"

"Sure," Devlin said. "It could be fun."

"Joan said everyone who wants to go should meet at the end of the bridge at 8:30. What time are you meeting Evan?"

"The usual, for lunch."

"I don't expect we'll be all day at it."

They sat on the edge of the patio, watching Sabrina and the guy she was with. By now Sabrina was lying on her back, and the guy was eating her. Sabrina's mouth was open, her eyes were shut, her tummy was sucked in so far her ribs showed, and her fingers were clenched in the guy's hair.

"Think she's enjoying herself?" Krissi asked around a bite of hash browns.

"I don't know," Devlin said. Sabrina's body arched and her chest turned bright red. "She could be faking it." Sabrina tilted her head back, the muscles in her neck stood out, and she tried to push her hips into his face.

"Maybe," Krissi said. "Do you think we should interrupt her and ask her?"

"I think she'd kill us if we did."

After what seemed like nearly a minute Sabrina relaxed, though she was breathing hard. She began running her fingers through the guy's hair, drawing him up so she could kiss him. He cuddled her, stroking her face gently and murmuring quietly.

Devlin began fanning herself. "Did it get warm out here all of a sudden?" she asked.

"I've got this sudden itch," Krissi said. She hastily scooped down about half her food, and stood. "I'll see you later."

"Promise?" Devlin said, putting her hand on her girlfriend's thigh.

"Miss me?"

"I miss us," Devlin said. "I miss our being together."

Krissi smiled. "With all these luscious guys around it's been hard for us to find time for each other, hasn't it?"

"Well, at least we can go shopping together."

Krissi leaned down and kissed Devlin on the forehead. "We're going to have to find the time," she whispered.

Devlin smiled up at her. "We'll think of something."

Krissi tossed her plate in the trash and headed off down the path. Devlin looked around for someone to relieve the tension in her middle. Fletcher, a short thin guy she'd talked to but never been with, was on the edge of the patio watching Sabrina.

"Did you get hard watching them?" Devlin asked as she sat down next to him.

He moved his hand and she could see his cock jutting up out of his lap. "And did you get wet?"

"I suddenly discovered how hot it was around here this morning," Devlin said. She wrapped her fingers around his cock. It made a nice handful. He opened his legs helpfully.

Devlin peeled off her clothes. Facing him, she straddled his legs and guided his cock to her entrance. While he played with her boobs, she rubbed the head of his cock back and forth in her wetness. Finally she sat on it. She had to move, hitching her hips a little to get him in her. He dropped his hands to her hips to help. Another move, another hitch, a little farther... and then it was like he was past the tight entrance ring of her muscles, and sliding into her, filling her, opening her.

She caught her breath, finally. "H-how's that?" she asked. Her voice came out sounding high-pitched. She had to fight to catch her breath.

He swallowed, sweat beading his forehead. "Feels just fine," he got out. His lips fastened on her nipples. She closed her eyes at the sensation, one hand on the back of his head, the other across his back. He ran his hands up her body, holding her as she rocked back and forth against him. The friction from their joining felt like it was burning her. Maybe it was Sabrina's example, but she felt hotter and tighter than she had in days.

He let go her nipple, squeezing their bodies together. He kissed her roughly, his lips hard against hers. They broke it off as she felt a deep blooming deep inside her that just opened like a warm rush and filled her with heat. It was so sudden and so complete it caught her totally by surprise.

When she regained her composure he was slumped against her, breathing hard. She didn't want to move, she wanted to sit here, enfolded by him, filled by him. But she also wanted more.

She nibbled his ear. "Do you want it deeper and harder?" she whispered in his ear.

"Let me... let me catch my breath," he said.

She held him, a bit longer, then stood on shaky legs. His half-hard cock was drooping to one side, the tip of the condom filled with his juices. She felt liquidy between the legs, so open and so fluid. She took his hand. "Let's find some place comfortable."

She looked around while he swept his trash into the garbage can. Krissi was on a chaise lounge by the pool, 69ing a guy. Sabrina was still with her guy, only now they were lying on their sides caressing at each other while their bodies moved together very slowly. Three other couples were on the patio, sharing each other's pleasure.

There was a spot of grass next to the pool. Fletcher led her there. Devlin lay down, drawing him down beside her. His hand caressed her breasts, her tummy, and then dipped between her legs. Devlin ran her hands over his heck and shoulders, feeling his restrained strength. She could also feel his cock, hardening again, as it nudged her legs.

He kissed her tenderly, then moved between her legs. She canted her hips up to receive him. He pressed the head of his cock through her wet heat, sheathing his now familiar length in her in one delicious motion.

"Much better," she said, smiling at him.

He moved, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with exquisite slowness. She closed her eyes, moving along with him. Presently he shifted his weight, lowering his body against hers in a full-body caress, his hands slipping beneath her shoulders to cradle her. Instinctively she drew her legs up, hooking her heels against the back of his thighs. He kissed her cheek, then moved down to kiss that tender spot just below her ear.

She was flooded with sensations: breathing in the masculine scent of his hair, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his neck, feeling his chest hairs rubbing her nipples, feeling his male length filling her repeatedly. She moved against him, encouraging him, opening herself up, taking all of him within her. The white heat of intensity blossomed within her and she gave herself over to the needs of her body, totally lost in him.

Afterwards, after the storm had cast them both ashore, spent and fulfilled, afterwards as they lay in each others arms, curve pressed deep into curve, breathing each other's breaths, enjoying each other's most intimate contacts, afterwards as the whole world was just this man in her arms, she felt peace and contentment. She stroked his head, running her fingers lightly through his short dark hair. He murmured appreciatively, his tongue tracing little spots of fire on her skin. She pulled his face over so she could kiss him. He kissed so well, his tongue bold, but not demanding... at least not yet. His lips soft, at least now... earlier they had been fiery and hard and on hers.

"You think you could go again?" he asked when he finally caught his breath.

She smiled, the smile of a cat filled with cream. "Can you?" He clenched something, and she could feel his half-hard cock twitch and stretch slightly inside her. "Umm, that felt good," she murmured. "Do it again."

He bent slightly, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of her neck. "How does this feel?"

"As long as you don't take it out," she said, "you're doing fine."

"Hmm, that limits where I can kiss you."

"That's okay, I think you're doing fine right where you are." His cock was slowly filling, opening her up.

Soon he was more than half-hard, but not all-the-way-hard. But he flexed, pulled back slightly, and pushed into her. She was so wet that there was almost no resistance. But she could feel herself empty and fill again with his motion. As he did it again she clenched her muscles down there.

"Ummph. That was good," he said.

They repeated... and he got bigger. And again. In moments they were rocking and clenching against each other. The effort tired her, but it made him feel bigger, it made him move sharper, as if he was trying to fill her throat from the other end of her body. His face was set, and it was like he was pushing his very essence as deep into her as he could.

They were moving together in perfect harmony, now, their gazes locked, lost in the passionate storm of their own making. She was swept up in it, swept up by the glory that blossomed and filled her. And again, harder and longer. Every sensitive part of her was on fire as her excitement rose and rose. And finally... it was like a summation of them, the moment that spun her out of control across a sea of pleasure.

She felt someone shaking her shoulder. She blinked her eyes open, staring blearily up at someone. "Devlin?" It was Krissi. "We're ready to leave. Are you coming?"

"Umm," she said, "yes, I just did."

Krissi rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Fletch. Roll over and get some rest."

Devlin tried to force her mind on what Krissi was saying, but somehow the words just slipped past her. But she felt Fletch pull out of her. Suddenly empty, she made a little sound of protest.

"Shopping, Devlin," Krissi said. "We're going shopping. Didn't you want to come along?"

"Cum? Umm, yes I did."

"You're impossible," Krissi laughed. She slipped her arm under Devlin's shoulders and helped her sit up. "Do you want to go with us? We're going shopping."

The word "shopping" penetrated through the haze of pleasure. She didn't want to move, she just wanted to lie there wrapped up in Fletch's arms. But she wanted to go shopping, too. She forced herself to concentrate. Slowly, with Krissi's help, she staggered to her feet.

"You going to be all right?" Krissi asked.

"Umm, I guess," Devlin said. She felt all light and fluttery, as if a breath of wind would blow her away. Shopping. "I... I'll see you at the bridge," she managed to get out.

"Hurry and get dressed," Krissi said. "We're leaving in about 10 minutes."

Devlin stood there for a minute or so, trying to collect her thoughts. She felt so sensitive, as if she was feeling everything around her. Her thoughts were all wrapped up like they were covered with cotton. Shopping. She picked up her clothes and forced herself to walk to her bungalow. She took a quick rinse in the shower, pulled on her shorts, but gave up on the tee-shirt on top of her suitcase. Grabbing her purse she headed for the bridge, the white blouse in her hand.

"You're still spaced out, aren't you?" Krissi said, laughing. "Arms up." Devlin dropped her purse, and Krissi helped her put her blouse on. She looked at Devlin's boobs. "Hmm, have to do something about those. They're more obvious when you cover them than when you don't."

"Tie her blouse under them," Joan said. "She won't flop around as much."

Krissi did so, then stepped back and took a look. "Well, it's not perfect, but I guess it'll do."

They walked slowly across the bridge. After another few breaths Devlin managed to focus on everyone, though she still felt all light and fluttery.

Krissi, of course, noticed right away. "Back with us, I see," she said.

Devlin drew a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Yeah," she said with a dreamy smile on her face. "I guess I was really gone."

Joan laughed. "I haven't seen someone that spaced out since... since, well, since the first time I saw my brother cum. I didn't realize how much guys could get completely spaced out when they came."

"I like to have sex just for times like this," Devlin said, choosing her words with care. Speaking... thinking were still difficult, but she was getting better at it the more she did. "You lose yourself in it."

"Better than drugs," Ellen said. "I tried marijuana once. I felt a buzz, but I didn't get that feeling of tremendous well-being like I do after a good climax."

"I know what you mean," Joan said. "That's why I swing. I like the variety, and I get to cum. I know a lot of girls who never really cum when they have sex, unless the guy eats them or they finger themselves off."

"The medical journals say about 1 in 4 women cum from straight screwing," Linda said. "But for gals who swing its closer to 9 in 10. Matter of fact, I don't know any gal in the lifestyle who doesn't cum from screwing. Of course it could mean I've just never met those who don't." She smiled. "Maybe that's one of the things that attracts women to swinging."

"I know some swingers who don't cum when they screw," Chastity Purcell said. She was short girl with long braided auburn hair and a bookish mien to her round face. "My husband and I have been in the lifestyle for about four years, now. There are a few gals we know who just can't cum that way. I don't know why, it's just a thing they have. I didn't believe them at first; most of the time I cum from screwing, and I thought all women could. I was surprised to find there are a lot of women who never cum that way."

Tina nodded. "I didn't, at first. I thought it was the guy, you know. I mean, in all of those romance novels the gal climaxes, and she climaxes frequently. If she doesn't, she meets the right guy, and bang! she's climaxing all over the place.

"Guys, now," Ellen said, "guys cum nearly every time, or at least a lot more often than we do." She laughed a little. "For a while I thought I wanted to be a guy just for that reason. Of course after I had my first multiple orgasm I lost that idea in a hurry." Everyone laughed in agreement.

"I know gals who have so much trouble having one climax that they don't believe you can have multiple ones," Krissi said. She smiled dreamily. "I still remember the first time I had a multiple." She shook her head. "That's something you never forget."

"Yeah," Devlin said. "Now guys, too bad they can't have multiples."

"I met one who could," Ellen said quietly.

"Oh?" Everyone looked at her in surprise.

"I was at a formal dance," Ellen said. "Oh, this was last year. I was wearing this long black silk dress." She gestured, describing it. "It had a high waist with sort of a piece in front for the top that tied behind my neck."

"Backless," Tina concluded.

"Backless. And it had a slit from my ankle to just past my knees. It was tight enough, and sleek enough that you really couldn't wear much of anything under it. I had on thigh high nylons, and that was it. I tell you, that dress was wicked."

"The guy," Krissi said.

"Oh, yeah. They had this buffet, and I was in line with it when a guy made some remark about my dress, something like 'Is that as sexy to wear as it is to look at?'"

"Was this a formal dance with dates and all?" Chastity asked. Ellen nodded. "And he's hitting on you in the buffet line?"

"I couldn't believe it, either," Ellen said. "My date was sitting just a few feet away, waiting for me, and this guy was coming on to me. Now I hadn't had sex with my date... no way was I going to, not him, but I also wasn't going to let a challenge like that pass me by. I looked right back at him and told him, "The biggest problem with a dress like this is that the lines of your underwear shows through, so the only thing to do is to not wear any." Then I smiled at him and went back to my date, sashaying my hips from side to side.

"I glanced back at the guy when I got to the table. He was standing there looking at me, and I swear he had a hard-on that was threatening to rip open his pants."

Everyone laughed, and a couple of girls mimed bulges in front of their crotches. "So did you blow him, or something?" Devlin asked. "Or did you just leave him with a pocket full of tension and a date with his right hand?"