Chapter 8: August - "The Sun and the Moon"

Life is as full of treasured moments as it is of hardship, though the challenges and obstacles that must be overcome can seem insurmountable, weighing so heavily that it seems even Atlas must be crushed under their mass. When those special gifts keep coming, it is easy to be desensitized or to focus on them to the expense of missing greater opportunities. And if you do see them, what then? Will you set your eyes on the prize to reach for something that might just be a mirage? You can choose one over the other, or simply pretend the choice never existed and be on your merry way. Each decision carries a price. For every gain, there is a sacrifice. Making the choice is a leap of faith.

As a premise for making a decision, it kinda sucked, but these were the thoughts running through Jahn's head as he stared past a sleeping Jen into the blue sky beyond. At least the distant drone of engines, and constant idle chatter by other passengers on the plane disrupted his makeshift philosophy. He didn't want to dwell on it too long; he'd already made his choice, and all that was left was to take the final step.

A sharp elbow poked him in the ribs, interrupting his train of thought yet again. "Hey, Jahn," Fiona whispered.

"Hey Fiona," he whispered back, with a smile, turning to look down into her lustrous brown eyes. "'Sup?"

"I was just thinking ... ever heard of the Mile High Club?"

Choking back laughter, he asked without thinking, "You sure you can afford the membership fee?" The brunette's mouth widened in an alluring smile that told him she got the joke and wasn't going to hold it against him. As well she might, the suggestion was atypical of the slender brunette's personal mores. Sex outside of the house had been a tentative thing, a touch of risqué, but without any real risk of exposure, allowing her to maintain a protective reserve without embarrassment. Chance didn't favor them doing that on the plane without notice, unless they were careful. Stories and movies always made like the sly exit to a restroom was an easily achieved task, but there was such a sense of claustrophobia on these planes that he didn't see how people could really do that unnoticed. That's not to say Jahn wasn't game for some hanky-panky.

"Sure, I'm in," he whispered back.

After working out a code with his girlfriend, he slipped out of his seat and past her into the aisle, making his way to the restroom. As he settled in to wait, he could tell this was not going to be easy. It felt like his long legs took up the entire cubicle, his back pinched uncomfortably by a lever. A gentle and sporadic tapping came from the door, and with a little nervousness, he unlatched it. Sigh of relief, not one of the other passengers, but the slender fingers of his girlfriend as she opened the door and let herself in.

It was a ... experience, one that inundated his brain with visceral terms he didn't usually think of Fiona in, and only slightly less rarely, Jenny. He supposed he was idealizing his sexual experiences with the two women, thinking of the experiences as something more than they really were ... simple acts of sexual congress. But it felt vulgar to think of sex with Fiona that way, to thrill at the sensation of the brunette lowering her panties and then straddling him in such an exposed restroom, lowering her already wet pussy onto his newly freed and entirely erect cock.

She sat astride him, impaling herself on and riding him, the walls of her pussy gripping his dick like a vice due to her inability to relax. Bruising on his hips and back in the morning, he was sure of that now, and the tension of the situation didn't help to keep the raw sensation of fucking from causing him to erupt within her prematurely, his body shuddering as cock twitched deep within her, expelling his semen. Rocking up and down on him, it took her longer to achieve her satisfaction, and when she did, she put a hand over her mouth to stifle the cry of pleasure, cheeks suddenly mahogany with the intensity of the moment...

When they'd finished, hastily redressing, their return to the seats was quick and furtive, but they had escaped notice, nothing more than his own guilty pleasure causing him to think that perhaps the old man back there was staring a little too long, or the kids were pointing out the creepy couple to their parents. As he scanned the passengers, a growl dripping with mock threat came from the seat next to him.

"You better have my membership card ready for the return trip," Jen said, amusement dancing in her half lidded blue eyes as he turned and caught her grinning at their discomfort.

Touch down and arrival went unremarked, their search for the Playana del Sol hotel relatively uncomplicated, assisted by limitless droves of tourist-hungry business people. Jen seemed to have an instinct for direction that, coupled with a GPS and that friendly advice, got them exactly where they needed to be, with time for a few stops along the way for sightseeing. The trio had spent a great deal of time beforehand working out their schedule for the places each of them wanted to go, and every extra second was more time to enjoy the scenery, opportunities that Jahn leapt at with his camera camera. Six days and nights just didn't seem like enough.

He'd come loaded for bear, ready to shoot anything that moved. The sisters seemed willing to indulge his constant need to stop-and-click, though they dragged him on if he lingered too long. Ordered chaos, the tour was, and so much so that the first two days were exhausting enough to forestall any arguments on sleeping arrangements. Simply sleeping in the same bed was easy enough, but the large, spacious rooms weren't designed with privacy in mind, killing any chance for either woman to get some alone time with him.

Life with the pair was so sex-saturated that not getting much of it on vacation didn't seem a huge sacrifice, but he wasn't sure how they felt about it. Let them work it out, he supposed. Unsurprisingly, it was Jen who managed

that odd arrangement, alternating an hour of breakfast time for the remainder of their week together. Where there was a will, there was a way, and the blonde had enough will for all three of them.

One of their side-trips had taken them to an insane botanical garden that doubled as a theme park ... and man, those things were everywhere, even if you didn't count the Big D. Jen had even talked them into visiting a small water park for an afternoon; it had been fun, but he'd felt a touch out of place, with most of park goers being pre-college age. It was flattering to the ego to be the dude with two giggling, bikini-clad young women on his arms, but ... it made him feel old. Man, he was turning into a boring twit, constantly thinking back to the special packages he'd hidden away in the hotel safe. Live a little, he told himself.

Not that he had any other choice. Jen kept them on their toes, making sure that even the long walks while sightseeing didn't turn dull. He should have realized that she was setting them up for a sucker punch when the blonde got sketchy about their destinations for the next day. Oh yes, that had been a doozy.

As they pulled into the vast and rather crowded beach parking lot, Jen hunched over the wheel, looking for an open spot. Somewhat late in the day, most people had already chosen spots up by the ocean's side. Slightly off ... he couldn't put his finger to it, but Fiona put words to it first. "Jahn, was it you or Jenny that chose this beach?"

"Jen did, why?" Snickering, very soft but audible, came from the driver, and he looked askance at her.

"There are naked people here... ," realization dawning on her, Fiona continued in scandalized tones, "Bitch! This is a nude beach!"

"Ahem. 'Clothing-optional," her sister corrected her. "There is absolutely no requirement for wimpy people to go without suits."

In the rearview mirror, Jahn could see Fiona shooting a glare of death at the back of her sister's head. "Easy for you to say, Blondie McBigTits. Not all of us have such awesome self-esteem," she said, words dripping sarcasm. "Or lack of modesty."

Rather rudely, Jen pointed at a morbidly obese man some distance away. "He's got bigger tits than me. Clearly, neither modesty nor self-esteem is required. Wimp!" Laughing to herself, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, shaking out her hair. "I also know for fact that you don't have any tan lines. Ah-hem," she said, coughing pointedly into a delicate fist.

"Privacy fences and tree cover," the brunette muttered by way of explanation.

Curiously, Jahn asked. "We don't have an umbrella. Why not the hotel pool? More shade, you're less likely to burn."

"Nudity is not an option there. Besides... ," Jen gave a throaty, borderline obscene laugh and reached below the seat, withdrawing a moment later to show off an industrial-sized bottle of suntan lotion. Hadn't even noticed that, but it explained why she hadn't had any complaints over the last few days. " ... guess who's getting a rubdown?"

"Certainly can't argue with that," he said, smiling and envisioning the task already.

"Glad you agree!" Jen piped cheerily as she got out of the car to remove her bikini. Pointedly, she added, "Of course, only nude people are allowed to participate in the rubdown. I would so hate to have to do it myself."

He eyed her as he got out of the car. "You are a manipulative little wench, Jenny Reed."

"Yes, Jahn Halvers. I certainly am. What's it gonna be?" she asked mockingly, as she picked up the cooler and her carryall. "Going to show off 'Big Jahn' with pride?" Wincing, he accepted the remark with the grace he could muster. During an unasked for moment of dominance, he'd rather egotistically (and foolishly) told her to take it all, every last inch of his beast, and she'd called him out on it afterward. Only slightly longer than average according to her stats, but he had far better than average girth, damn it. He did have a big dick. Fuck the porn-star statistics. Should have remembered that just because he was her first and only, didn't mean she didn't have a stick to measure by.