Summer Voodoo
written by:
stevieraygovan

Continuing the Summer saga, this story picks up where "Summer is Hot in Cozumel" left off. As you'll soon discover, however, this one is about so much more.

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"So, John, what's the deal with you sexually propositioning Aaron?"

"WHAT?!"

Grinning, Summer poked him in the ribs. "Don't try to deny it, you glorious freak. I heard you on Dave's phone call, trying to talk Aaron into helping you join the Mile High Club."

John leaned back and laughed. "You heard that? Okay, Summer, you're on to me! My secret is out!"

Summer flicked a piece of blueberry muffin at him. "I mean it's okay, sweetie, I totally get it. When you're really horny and on a mission, the rest is just details, huh?"

Sitting together in one of Cancun International Airport's little kiosks, Summer and John were sharing a snack before their flight to New Orleans. When their boarding announcement was made, he stood and ceremoniously held his hand above her head. Giggling as she did a pretty pirouette for him, she playfully modeled the dress she'd chosen for the flight.

"Does this meet with your approval?" she asked, dropping her hands to her hips in a sassy pose.

After giving her a teasing wolf-whistle, he kissed her on the cheek. "Casual and comfortable, yet still sexy as always; it's perfect. You're like a ridiculously hot Ivory Girl!"

Summer had her long, auburn hair tied up in a single French braid. She wore only light make-up, with just a hint of glossy pink highlighting her full lips. In addition to her silver armband she sported a gold anklet, the perfect complement to her gold hoop earrings and white stiletto heels. She'd creamed her smooth, golden brown legs that morning, and in her tall heels they were on spectacular display. Her outfit for the day was a very short, white sundress with brilliant orange and yellow daisies.

"C'mon, my handsome brat," she grinned, hefting her tote bag onto her shoulder. Holding hands, they walked over to join the line, and a few minutes later they were boarding the plane.

John was stowing his carry-on bag in the overhead compartment when he noticed the beautiful woman sitting in the aisle seat of their row. With her long, raven hair she was very striking, and she was smiling at Summer.

"Excuse me," Summer said, stretching up on her tiptoes to lean over the woman and stow away her bag.

"My pleasure," said the thirty-something beauty in the well-tailored business suit, clearly enjoying the sight of Summer's straining bare thighs only inches from her face. Glancing past Summer, she made brief eye contact with John.

'Busted! I saw you checking her out,' John thought to himself, smiling warmly at her.

Returning his smile, she added a mischievous raising of her eyebrows; then, while rising from her seat on the aisle, she said to Summer, "Let me get out of your way." Steadying herself, she put her hands on Summer's hips as she slid out from her seat and into the aisle.

"Thank you. I'm sorry to be such a bother," Summer said, smiling sweetly as the woman slid their hips together on her way out of the row.

When Summer was finished putting away her bag, she moved aside for another group of people who were pressing forward down the aisle. With Summer momentarily separated from John, the sultry brunette whispered to him, "Your wife is amazing. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"She is amazing, and she's definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen too, but she's not my wife," John whispered back.

"But I saw her wedding set," the woman said, glancing down at John's barren hand.

Grinning, he held up his hand to waggle his ringless fingers for her.

"Are you her bodyguard or something?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

John laughed before whispering, "It's complicated."

When Summer rejoined them, they moved to take their seats.

"Would you like the window seat?" John asked Summer, who immediately jumped on the offer. She slid in first, then it was John in the middle, with the raven-haired businesswoman returning to her aisle seat.

John extended his hand in greeting. "My name's John."

Leaning across his lap, Summer also offered the woman her hand. "I'm Summer."

The woman smiled as she shook their hands. "John, Summer, pleased to meet you. I'm Christina. Are you two staying in New Orleans or just catching a connecting flight there?"

"We're vacationing there for a few days," John said.

"He's taking me to the French Quarter for our honeymoon," Summer whispered, squeezing John's arm while smiling wickedly at Christina.

Again Christina looked at John in confusion, which made a laughing John turn to Summer. "I already told her we're not married."

"Awww, spoil all my fun! When was this? You two just met!"

"Summer, when we were standing in the aisle together, I mentioned to John that his wife was very beautiful. He agreed that you are very beautiful, but he also said that you're not his wife. Now you're telling me that you and John are on your honeymoon, so of course my interest is really piqued."

"Mine too," said John, and they all laughed.

"May I?" Christina asked, reaching over John's lap for Summer's hand. "Very beautiful," she smiled, admiring Summer's engagement and wedding ring set. She looked up at Summer, the question clear in her eyes.

"John and I are on our own honeymoon," Summer said, simply.

"Then who gave you this?"

"My husband, Jake. He's back at our house in Cozumel."

"Pardon my asking, but did you and your husband have a fight or something?"

"Oh, no. This was his idea. He even went with us to the airport and told us to have fun. We're all in this together," Summer said.

With a laugh John said to Christina, "I told you, it's complicated. It's a long story."

Smirking, Christina folded her arms and sat back in her seat. "We're on an airplane. We've got nothing but time. If you don't mind telling me, please, I've just got to hear this."

John took Summer by the hand and said to Christina, "Once we're in the air and all settled in, we'll give you the Cliffs Notes version."

"Going to spare me the juicy details then? Pity."

"You want the juicy details?" grinned Summer.

"Of course I do! Wouldn't you, if you were me?"

Summer smiled. "Yes, I suppose I probably would. Just don't get your hopes up too high. There's really not that much to tell."

"Oh, I'm sure. A stunningly beautiful and outrageously sexy married woman is honeymooning with a painfully attractive man who, by the way, isn't her husband. She says her husband is not only aware of this, but that he planned it."

Summer beamed brightly. "See? I told you there wasn't much to tell!"

Grinning, Christina rolled her eyes. "So let me at least ask you something. Is your husband only allowing this under duress? Did you catch him cheating? Did you threaten to leave him unless you were allowed to go off and do the same thing, simply to get even?"

"No, no, and no," giggled Summer, thoroughly amused by Christina's confusion.

"I'll vouch for that," added John. "There's no duress, and he definitely didn't cheat on her. He's perfectly okay with this, and so is Summer."

"Okay, then who exactly are you? I know your name is John, but who are you to Summer, and why did she leave her honeymoon with her husband to be here with you? More to the point, how can the two of you be on your honeymoon, as Summer says?"

Grinning at John, Summer took his hand before turning back to Christina. "Well, since you asked...."

An hour later they were 30,000 feet over the cobalt blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico, and Christina was smiling as she slowly shook her head. "You guys are either the craziest and most reckless people I've ever met, or the most blessed. Summer, you have four devoted lovers who will do anything for you. John, you get to have your best friend's amazing wife - with his and her full blessing, mind you - during their honeymoon!"

Summer quietly said, "I know it sounds that way, but it's really not like that. This isn't an arrangement whereby John only gets to have me during our honeymoon. I realize it's hard to understand, but that's not what's happening here. I love John, and I'll be with him forever, not just for this honeymoon."

Watching John and Summer together, Christina studied the way they touched, gazed at and spoke to each other. Finally, she nodded. "You're right, Summer, I don't understand it, yet I also don't think you're wrong. It's obvious that you and John are deeply in love. Whatever it is you're doing, whatever it is you two share, I can see that you're both supremely happy. Though I could never imagine being in your position, I can't deny that I envy you."

John gave her a warm smile. "So now you know our story. What's yours? Going to New Orleans too?"

"Yes, I am. My company gave me a week's vacation in Cancun, and now they're sending me to see a client in New Orleans. I'm staying there for four days, then I fly back home to Boston. I've been gone so long, I sometimes wonder whether my husband will even remember me."

"Why didn't he go with you on this trip, at least for the Cancun vacation part?" Summer asked.

"He couldn't get away from work. We're both just too busy...always too busy," she said wistfully.

"If you don't mind my asking, what do you do?" John asked.

"I work for a commercial properties insurance company. My little team won this trip to Mexico."

"Congratulations. You must be very good at your job," Summer said.

"Thank you, and yes, I guess I am. I should be, since it's all I do. I'm beginning to wonder, though, is it really worth it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Summer, the way you look at John, and the way he looks at you...sweetheart, this man truly loves you. He absolutely adores you. He's a grown man, yet he's happy just being able to sit next to you."

Grinning at Summer, John said, "She's got that right."

Summer hugged herself into his arm, and Christina continued, "I've only just met you and John, yet I can see that you love each other with a passion I haven't felt in my marriage in a long time - maybe never. Watching you two, I realize how much I'm missing. I want what you have. I want to be in love like that...to look at someone the way you look at him. With the way my life is going, I'm beginning to think I never will."

"Any kids?" asked John.

"None. We've just never been ready; at least that's what we've always told ourselves. Our careers always came first, and now here I am, thirty-one years old, going on sixty."

Summer gently offered, "You're very beautiful, and you're only thirty-one. You can still fall in love and have children."

"Your husband must be an idiot, if you don't mind my saying so," added John.

Though Christina laughed, her eyes were moist with tears. "Thank you, both of you," she whispered, accepting a napkin from Summer. As she dabbed her eyes, she smiled wanly. "See? Look at me. Next week is our ninth wedding anniversary, and I'm all alone, on a stupid vacation trip to Mexico. When someone I just met says something nice to me, I fall apart like a silly schoolgirl. God, I'm a total wreck."

Summer reached over to take her hand. Caressing it, she said, "Christina, I cry almost every day now. I can't help it; whenever someone compliments me lately, I cry."

Squeezing Summer's hand, Christina said sadly, "I'm not crying because you two complimented me. I'm crying because I just realized I can't remember the last time anyone called me 'beautiful.'"

Abruptly getting up from her seat, she hurried off to the restroom.

Worried for their new friend as they watched her move quickly down the aisle, Summer and John held hands in silence.

Christina returned a few minutes later, her eyes puffy and red. "I'm so sorry," she said. Holding her head in her hands, her long hair fell to her knees.

"Where are you staying in New Orleans?" asked Summer.

"The Richelieu."

"We're staying at the Dauphine, so let me give you my cell number. You're going to be staying four nights, right?" She wrote down her number on a napkin and handed it to Christina.

"Yes, four nights, then I fly back to Boston."

"Christina, I want you to call me. Please, let us take you out for a night."

"Summer, that's really sweet of you, but I wouldn't want to impose. You guys are...." Pausing, she giggled, "I'm sorry, I'm just laughing because I think this is so awesome. You guys are on your honeymoon! How amazing is that? Seriously, though, I don't want to ruin your honeymoon. Besides, I'd feel like a third wheel being with you two lovebirds all night."

Summer looked pleadingly at John. When he nodded, she said to Christina, "I swear, you won't feel that way. We will not do that to you. Please? Promise me you'll let us take you out just one night. C'mon, you were going to go out anyway, right? Instead of going out alone, go out with us."

Embarrassed, Christina looked down into her lap.

John said, "No way! Get out of here! You weren't even going to go out at night? It's the French Quarter! A gorgeous woman like you, locked up in her room every night?"

"I'm sure I would at least go to dinner," she said, sheepishly looking up at them through her long hair.

"That does it. You have to go out with us. We can't let you stay cooped up in your room. You have to have some fun!" said Summer.

"Okay, okay, you win! Tomorrow night, pick me up at eight. You have to let me pay for dinner, though, and I don't want to hear any arguments." Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a business card and gave it to Summer.

"Christina, excuse me, but I need to use the restroom," John said.

Christina leaned back, allowing John to squeeze by. Once he was gone, Summer moved over to sit beside the gorgeous brunette. "You should go take him," she whispered.

Christina laughed, yet Summer only raised her eyebrows.

"You're serious?" asked the stunned businesswoman.

Summer eagerly whispered, "Of course I'm serious! This is the perfect opportunity for both of you! You're way overdue for some awesome sex, and all he's been talking about is how he wants to join the Mile High Club, so go back there and fuck his brains out!"

Blushing, Christina could only stammer, "I...but you and John are...Summer, god, I just can't!"

"Are you sure? I'm telling you, he has an amazing cock, and he's just so much fun. You really should go back there. You two would have a total blast."

Though Christina really wanted to, which surprised the hell out of her, she was simply too scared. With a small, embarrassed smile she shook her head. "No, it should be you. Go!"

She leaned back to let Summer out, but Summer didn't leave right away. Smiling at Christina, she raised her hips and slipped off her panties, whispering, "Hold on to these for me, please. I think I'll be needing them when I get back!"

Christina's eyes went wide at the sight of the beautiful young woman taking off her panties right there in her airline seat. She couldn't help but stare at Summer's perfect thighs, her mouth watering upon her first glimpse of Summer's bare pussy.

"Oh my god," she said, when Summer handed her the wet panties.

As Summer was squeezing by, she quickly kissed Christina on the lips. "Wish me luck!" she giggled.

Her playful, flirty mood was catching; Christina smacked her on the ass, giggling right back, "Go get 'im, girl!"

A few moments later, having just finished taking a piss, John was zipping himself up when he heard a light tapping on the door.

"Occupied," he said.

He heard the light tapping again.

'What the fuck?' he thought to himself. Cracking open the door, he said, "Hold on, I'll be out in just a minute."

Summer grinned, "Hi there, sexy. Need any help?" Suddenly she shrieked. A few people turned around, but she was already in the tiny restroom, having been quickly yanked inside by John.

"Summer, what are you doing here?"

Shuffling her feet back and forth with her hands crossed behind her back, Summer looked just as cute as a button. "I know I'm no Aaron, but will I do?" she asked, giving him a coy smile.

"Oh, fuck," he grinned, recognition finally dawning on him.

Summer giggled, "Yes, sweetie, I think that's exactly what we have to do, or else it won't be official!"

As John stared in amazement, she unfastened his pants, then pushed him down by his shoulders onto the toilet. After fishing his cock out, she went to her knees and kissed all up and down his thick shaft before taking him fully into her mouth. When he instantly became erect for her, she momentarily pulled away to giggle, "That sure didn't take long!"

"Summer, we have to be quick!"

"I can if you can," she grinned, standing and turning to face away from him. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled, "Spread your legs." Once he'd moved them far enough apart, she stepped back towards him while flipping up her sundress.

John moaned at the incredible sight of Summer so sexily offering up her bare ass and tantalizing pussy; wasting no time, he buried his face in her gorgeous divide.

"I thought you said we needed to go quickly? If you keep doing that, we'll be here all day," she giggled, grinding her ass on his face.

"We do. We gotta make it quick," he said, reluctantly pulling his mouth away.

"What will make you cum more quickly, my pussy or my ass?"

"Oh, god, I don't know! Either! Both!"

"So let's do both," she grinned, positioning his cock at her ass; after firmly pressing the head into her tightest opening, she looked back at him. "When you're getting close, pull out and fuck my pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy." With his cock poised at her tiny star, she let go of him. "Hold me by my hips. Hold me steady," she said, spreading her ass. She pushed against him, and he thrust forward. "Unnnnh!" she moaned, once the crown popped inside. She pushed down hard, and three solid inches slid into her gorgeous bottom.

Stopping to take a deep breath, she looked back at him again. "Baby, do you want me? Do you want to fuck this beautiful woman who so deeply loves you? If not, I can still send Christina in. I almost got her to do it, but she chickened out. I don't think we could've expected her to give you her ass, though, do you?"

"Summerrrrr," he moaned, sliding the rest of his cock all the way home.

"Mmmm, yes, that's it...that's what you want, isn't it? You want your huge, perfect cock buried in my tight little ass...fucking me, making me crazy for you...making me cum...."

John began pumping hard, his hips slamming against her ass. Urging him on, Summer grasped the sink and pushed back.

A wicked thought crossed her mind, and she hissed to him, "You liked watching me lose it, didn't you? You enjoyed seeing me lose control to the point that I peed all over Jake's hard cock. Mmmm, it's too bad you already went just now. You could've gone inside me...inside your lover...your wife. You could've done it in my ass before cumming in my pussy. Would you like that, baby? Would you like to let yourself go, deep inside your sexy wife?"

Groaning, he hammered harder, making her ass quiver with each thrust.

"Unnnnnnh, god, keep fucking me with that gorgeous dick! I love you in my ass!" she panted.

When John quickly pulled out, Summer glanced back with a beguiling smile. She dearly loved his frantic look.

"Ready for me already?" she teased, wiggling her ass for him.

"Summer, you...oh fuck!!" he shouted, slamming his cock into her pussy.

Though she tried to muffle it, she was much too late to cover her lusty shriek. Pressing her open mouth to her arm, she moaned to the heavens when his long shaft pushed against her cervix. As she felt her pussy being bathed in his hot cream, her thighs shook, then she came on his shooting cock. "Fuck...fuck...fuck!" she screamed; he screamed right along with her, making her yelp when he dug his teeth into her shoulder blade. She could feel the vibrations from his screams radiating through her chest, and finally her legs gave out.

Still firing away, simply flooding her pussy, John gently guided her down to his lap. Pressing herself against his chest, she brought his hands to her breasts; on trembling thighs she rode out her shattering climax. "Hold me," she breathed, quickly unbuttoning her sundress. She slid his hands inside, making him cup her bare mounds, her rock-hard nipples stabbing his palms; as her orgasm finally waned, her hips and ass began a slow, sexy grind.

"Baby, the way you fuck me..." she moaned over her shoulder.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door directly opposite theirs.

"We better stop," he said.

"Mmmmm, do we have to?" she pouted, smiling as she slid off his hard cock. She turned and sucked it into her mouth, doing her best to lick clean every inch. When she was satisfied that she had properly tended to his long shaft, she raised her head; grinning, she had a thick strand of cum stretching from his tip to her moist bottom lip. Reaching up to touch it, she gathered it in, until her tongue was pressing inside his piss slit.

With a moist 'pop,' she finally pulled away. "That's as clean as I'm going to get it for now. See you back at our seats!" she chirped happily. Playfully shimmying her hips, she made her sundress float down to cover her bare bottom; then, cracking the door open, she checked to make sure the coast was clear before slipping out of the tiny restroom.

When Summer returned to her seat, Christina took one look at her and laughed. "Ummm, sweetie," she grinned, motioning to Summer's chin by daintily touching her own.

Reaching up with her fingertips, Summer discovered the errant strands of cum. Giggling, she collected them and popped them into her mouth while gesturing for her panties, which Christina was still holding inside her coat.

Christina obediently pulled them out; instead of giving them back right away, though, she brought them to her face. "Mmmm, nice," she said, inhaling the sexy scent. With a flirty smile she reluctantly handed them over to Summer.

When Summer made a "You naughty girl!" shocked face, they both laughed. She raised her hips to slip her panties back on, but Christina stopped her. "Slow, this time," she grinned. "You're so beautiful, please, let me watch."

Beaming, Summer passed her tongue provocatively between her teeth. Never taking her eyes off the beautiful woman, she turned in her seat to face the sexy brunette. As she slowly slid her panties over her feet and up her legs, Christina locked in on her thighs. When Summer spread her knees, Christina hissed, "Stop."

Summer had her panties at the tops of her thighs, her ass lifted well above the seat. Christina was openly staring at her just-fucked pussy. "May I?" she asked, slowly reaching for it.

Despite being uncertain as to Christina's intent, Summer nodded.

As gentle as a kitten's breath, Christina touched the moist, pouting lips. There was a growing pool of white cum showing in the mouth of the gorgeous pussy; caressing it, she thrilled at its warmth, then she ran the pad of her index finger through the length of the wet, open slit before finally pressing all the way inside. Feeling the silky heat, she bit her lower lip and stared in wonder at Summer's exquisite beauty. Looking up into the amazing girl's smiling eyes, Christina finished sliding the panties over the smooth, supple bottom. Sighing softly, she patted the tempting mound and whispered, "There you go, beautiful flower, all nice and covered again."

After straightening themselves out in their seats, they looked intently into each other's eyes. "You should've gone to him," Summer finally said.

With a wry grin Christina answered, "Oh, I don't know, it looks to me like the mission was a definite success."

"Mmmmm-hmmm. I certainly didn't board the plane like this," Summer said, subtly caressing her cum-filled pussy.

"Or like that, either..." smiled Christina, gesturing to Summer's open top.

"Ooops!" giggled Summer, glancing down at her glistening breasts.

"May I?" Christina asked again.

Smiling sexily, Summer opened her top a little more. "You most certainly may."

Christina gently pressed her finger to the naked, beautiful breast; scooping up a thick trail of cum that shone against the golden skin, she sucked it into her mouth, smiling around her finger as she stared into Summer's sparkling eyes.

It was at that moment when John returned, his erection having obviously subsided very little. As he began to slide into their row, his cock was clearly on display before Christina's smiling face, and Summer reached out to run her fingertips along his imposing length.

John jerked; blushing, he quickly took his seat.

Summer laughed, and Christina giggled, "Everything go okay in there, John? You seem a bit flushed." Giving him a knowing grin, she was thoroughly enjoying his chagrin.

"Yes, sweetie, something about you seems different now. I can't quite put my finger on it. Can you, Christina?"

"Actually, Summer, I think you just did put your finger on it. Something in that restroom obviously caused him to have a really big problem. From the looks of things, I'd say he still has it," she smirked.

While reaching into his lap to stroke his cock, Summer hugged his arm and giggled, "So, sweetie, what about the Moose Lodge? Maybe the Eagle Scouts? Are there any other clubs you've always wanted to join?"

As Summer stroked him back to a full erection, Christina watched with rapt attention. When he glanced her way, she smiled sweetly; he responded with a sheepish grin of embarrassment mixed with lust, along with a look in his eyes that said, "I am sooooo sorry!"

Touching his arm, she gave him an even warmer smile. "It's perfectly okay, sweetie. Please, don't be embarrassed. Just let her play. Besides, you know you love it." Watching intently as Summer continued to fondle his enormous bulge, she added, "I'm going to be in big trouble when I go out with you two, aren't I?"

"Not at all. We won't do anything you don't want to do, I promise," Summer said, taking the woman's hand and placing it on John's erection. Removing her own hand, she watched as the surprised yet curious young wife started slowly caressing up and down his length. Before too long, Christina took off her coat and draped it over John's lap, then she unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully erect cock. Alternating her glance between Summer's glowing smile and her own hand moving on the long shaft, she began giving it gentle, elegant strokes with her half-closed fist.

Looking up again, she noticed Summer quite simply beaming. She grinned nervously at the sexy auburn-haired temptress. "Summer, this is exactly the 'big trouble' I meant." She squeezed John's cock, and they both moaned. "You say we won't do anything I don't want to do, which I certainly appreciate. Once I'm out with you two on Bourbon Street, though, I can just imagine some of the things I may want to do." Continuing to stroke the large dick, she gave Summer a guilty smile.

"Then instead of going out, maybe we could stay in your hotel room," Summer offered, reaching down to add her hand to Christina's on John's pulsing erection.

Smirking, Christina gave her a dubious look as they locked their fingers together around the long, thick shaft.

Summer grinned, "Oh, right. Bad idea, huh?"

"You think?" laughed Christina. "Just going out with you two, it's going to be hard enough for me to stay out of trouble. God, what do you think would happen if we were to end up back in my hotel room?"

Staring at the enormous cock in her hand, her mouth literally watered. Though she desperately wanted to lean down and taste it, she fought the temptation. "Damn...you better take over now," she said, reluctantly relinquishing him to Summer.

Taking him in both hands, Summer leaned over and hungrily licked all around the large crown before pressing her tongue into the slit. She spent a few teasing moments stimulating his most sensitive areas; then, with his rampant hard-on poised between her cherry lips, she grinned, "Can you cum really quickly for me?"

John chuckled, "After what we just did back there? You know this next one's gonna take a while."

"Wrong answer," she giggled, tucking him back into his pants.

With a bemused sigh John zipped himself up. Turning to Christina, he motioned to her jacket in his lap. "Mind if I borrow this a little longer?"

Glancing down at the huge tent he was making, she smiled sweetly. "Take all the time you need, babe."

~ ~ ~

They shared a taxi into the French Quarter, dropping Christina off at her hotel first. John and Summer offered to bring her bags up to her room, but she said there was plenty of help available.

"Besides," she added, "I need to check in at the front desk, and I also need to check my messages. It's going to take a few minutes, and you guys have better things to do than stand around waiting for me."

While John was toting her bags to the check-in counter, Christina excitedly exclaimed, "I can't believe I did that! Summer, that's the first new one I've touched since I've been married!"

Summer took her by the hands. "I apologize if I went too far. I really should have asked you first before I put your hand on him."

Christina kissed her on the cheek. "No apologies necessary, especially after the liberties I took with you."

"What liberties? You asked for my permission each and every step of the way! I've never been seduced so politely!" laughed Summer.

"Seduced? Did I seduce you? My god, is that what I did? Summer, I don't even know what to say. I've never seduced anyone in my whole life!"

Summer was still laughing when she said, "Well, you have now! Girl, you saw how turned on you made me. Oh yes, you definitely seduced me, and I didn't mind at all." Squeezing Christina's hands, she added, "I'm just saying, I should've asked you first before I made you touch John."

Christina gently caressed Summer's bare shoulder, causing her to shiver. Smiling, she traced affectionate fingertip circles on her silky skin. "Summer, you have nothing to be sorry about. Believe me, I didn't mind either. I could've stopped you from putting my hand on him. You didn't force me, and you certainly didn't make me take it out and stroke it. Sweetie, I did that all on my own. It felt great to touch him."

"So you're okay with it?"

"I'm okay with what I did, yes. Before I did anything too crazy, I managed to stop myself and give him back to you. Thank you for including me." She leaned in to kiss Summer on the lips, holding it just a beat longer than their kiss on the plane.

Once their kiss was over, Summer reached up to touch her own lips. She was staring in wonder at Christina's beautiful mouth when John returned, saying, "All set."

Christina smiled. "So you two really want to do this tomorrow night?"

"Absolutely, though if you don't want to, we'll certainly understand," John said.

"But I really hope you'll want to," added Summer, still touching her lips as she studied Christina's full, sexy mouth.

"Pick me up at eight. If I chicken out, I'll call you no later than seven, okay?"

"Sounds good. What are you gonna do tonight?" asked John.

"Say my prayers?"

They all laughed at that.

"Ah, c'mon, you'll see, it's not going to be anything bad," grinned Summer. "Besides, I'm betting that before you know it you'll be showing us a thing or two."

With another warm smile Christina said, "After watching you two in action, I highly doubt it, but don't worry about me. I'm a big girl now, and I know what I'm doing. Umm, I think. Maybe."

She gave them each a friendly hug, then John and Summer climbed back into the cab.

Christina watched them through the rear window as the cab drove away. 'Oh my fucking god,' she thought to herself, her entire body tingling with excitement.

Savoring the feeling, she realized she hadn't felt that way in too many years to remember.

~ ~ ~

"Okay, gorgeous, we're here! Now we come to it: What would you like to do?"

Having dropped all their bags in their hotel room, John stood grinning at Summer.

"Mister, I'm up for whatever you want, but I say we've at least got to cover these few basic things: One, I want to see the St. Louis Cathedral. Two, we've got to try some beignets at Café du Monde. Three, let's go to a spooky voodoo place. Four, I want to walk the Garden District and see Anne Rice's house. Five, I want some real Creole food. That's my entire 'gotta do' list. What's yours?"

"Hell, as long as we can find a voodoo place, we should be able to do your whole list today. I would've also said that we gotta do some real Creole food, so that's one of mine. Checking out the House of Blues would be my only other thing. Besides those two, I'm easy. I just want to take you to Bourbon Street for some live music."

"You just want to get me drunk so you can watch me dance and act stupid!" she laughed.

"Me? Never," he grinned, teasingly waving a necklace of plastic beads at her.

"Wooooo!!" she whooped, pulling open her top to show him her tits. Totally hamming it up, she bobbled them around while wildly shaking her hips.

"Is that how I'm supposed to do it?" she giggled.

"Yep, just like that. Man, are they ever going to love you here..." he said, leaning down to cup one breast while sucking the other.

"Hey! That's not part of the beads deal! They don't get to do that! I've seen Girls Gone Wild too, you know, so don't try to pull any fast ones on me, buster."

"Sorry. I got carried away," he said, smiling as he gave one last tug on her nipple.

"You're allowed to get carried away. Anyone else, they have to ask...nicely. Besides, I thought that whole 'flash your tits for beads' thing was only during Mardi Gras?"

"Yeah, that's mainly a Mardi Gras thing, though people tell me it happens every night on Bourbon Street. Maybe there won't be as much of it going on now, but I'm sure we'll still see some girls doing it."

"Okay, I do have one other rule," she grinned.

"Uh-oh," he said, returning her grin.

"Oh, don't worry. It's nothing bad. I think you may even like it," she said, giving him a sweet smile.

"Okay, let's hear it."

"Starting right now, you have to choose all my clothes. For the rest of our honeymoon I must wear whatever you pick for me, no questions asked. That means shoes, panties, dresses, even the way I do my hair; I'm talking everything, top to bottom. You dress me up, and off we go."

"I'll need to see what you brought then, won't I?"

Opening her suitcase, Summer began laying out all her clothes for him, item by item. Right away he noticed that the only shoes she brought besides the white stiletto heels she was wearing were a pair of taller silver heels and some tan flats.

Looking over her choices, he asked, "How are you for walking the city in heels? Won't your feet and legs get tired?"

"I brought the flats, just in case we go on a really long hike. Otherwise, I can wear heels. I'll manage."

With Summer studying him, John thought about her and her clothes, until finally he said, "Okay, first thing, we're going to have two rules: One, you always have to wear your hair down. You can keep it full and wavy or you can make it sleek and sexy, like you had it last week in the nightclub. Either way is fine; it just has to be where I can see it. That means no hats, no tying it up in scrunchies, no nuthin'. I want it long and loose so it can move, bounce and shimmer. I love your hair, and I especially love how you play with it when you tease people."

"Okay, but you still have to choose how I wear it. Like you said, do you want it full and wavy or straight and sleek?"

"Whatever is easiest for you is fine by me. I don't want you having to change it back and forth. We'll just leave it one way."

"Okay, but which way?"

"Which way makes you feel sexier?"

"Ooooh, good answer. Straight, I think. I feel less 'girl next door' when it's straight and silky."

"Straight it is, then. I want you always feeling as sexy as humanly possible."

"Only 'humanly,' huh? Hmmm." She gave him a gentle smile.

Still studying her things, he was oblivious.

"Okay, so that rule covers how I do my hair. You said there were two rules. What's the second one?"

He flashed a wide grin. "No bras or panties."

Coyly biting her lip, Summer leaned back on the bed. Never taking her eyes off him, she raised her hips while sliding her hands beneath her dress. Lifting her legs high in the air, she slowly peeled her panties down her thighs. She stopped at her ankles to wiggle her bare ass and pussy for him, then she hooked her panties over her heels and tossed them away. With her legs pointing straight to the ceiling she ran her hands along their sides, starting at the tanned crescents of her ass before moving up her thighs and onto her sleek calves.

"You mean like this?" she smiled, bringing her hands to the backs of her knees. As slowly as she'd peeled off her panties, she spread her legs; bending them, she brought them down. When her high heels were touching the bed, she ran her hands over her bare stomach.

With her sundress pooled on her smooth tummy, she lay spread before him.

"Is this how you envision our new rule? You want my naked pussy tempting you every second we're together, don't you? Mmmm, I think I'm going to like this rule," she grinned, sitting up on her elbows to show him her inviting pussy while gazing into his eyes through her open legs.

Pressing her shoulders and the top of her head into the mattress, she slid her hands beneath her hips and arched her back; raising her ass high above the bed, she bobbed her hips up and down in the most lewd offering imaginable of her delectable pussy.

Summer moaned when she felt a long cock slowly sliding into her very wet cunt. She held herself up for him, and John began to establish a smooth rhythm deep inside her pussy. She opened a few more buttons on her dress; using one hand to keep her ass propped high above the bed, she pinched her nipples with the other.

John leaned down to take her breasts into his mouth, but she said, "No, stay where you were. I love how you fuck me in this position."

She was building up to a big climax when they heard a knock at the door, then the door opened; on their way in, John had unwittingly left it ajar.

"Hello?" came a male voice.

As John flopped down onto Summer, the voice repeated, "Hello? I have a bag of yours. A Christina Watkins had it delivered here. She said you gave her one of yours by mistake."

John was amazed that Summer never stopped bucking her hips, and her eyes were wild. "Don't you dare stop! I was almost there," she whispered, raising off the bed again.

Grinning, he gave her a single stroke. She moaned, then pushed back, again raising her hips high off the bed. Her eyes had closed, and she was biting her lip. While slowly fucking her, John said to the man, "Okay, just bring it inside."

Wanting to cover Summer with his body, he again tried to lean down, but she pushed him right back up. "Do it the way you were doing it before," she panted.

"Oh!" they heard.

John had simply expected the man to drop the bag inside the door; instead, he'd entered the room. It was only a small room, with just the one queen-sized bed, so as soon as he came in he was right alongside them.

The man was shocked into slack-jawed silence. Having found the door open, he'd been uncertain as to what to do. The guy inside the room had told him to bring in the bag, so he did, never imagining the amazing scene he was about to walk in on; forming a sexy bridge with her body arched over the sheets was a stunningly beautiful, auburn-haired goddess whose tiny dress was bunched up around her waist. She was cupping her bare breasts, and the guy who'd told him to bring in the bag was standing at the foot of the bed between her legs, fucking her!

Summer opened her eyes; the man was obviously stunned, and so was John. When she looked up at John, she couldn't help but laugh, he was blushing so furiously.

John looked down and saw her laughing...at him!

"Oh, so you think this is funny, do you?" he asked, laughing too.

Summer laughed even harder.

"I'll show you funny!" he said, slamming into her. She squealed in delight, her hand reflexively squeezing her breast. He rocked her again and again, until finally she stopped laughing. "Not so funny now, is it?" he smirked, taunting her with each hard piston stroke deep into her body.

Still holding her hips high off the bed, both hands went to her breasts as she thrust her pussy at him while moaning, "Yes! Fuck me hard!" When he responded by simply pounding away at her wet, grasping sex, her eyes rolled back into her head even as her hips continued their wild dance.

The man just stood there, too stunned to move. Twenty-five years old and very thin, his olive complexion complemented his long, dark hair. Blinking in astonishment, he finally managed to set their bag down.

In the meantime, Summer was beginning to lose the ability to hold herself up off the bed. She kept sliding her hands beneath her hips to prop herself up, then her hands would fly right back to her breasts.

"Buddy, help her out," John said, quickly glancing sideways at the man while stroking into Summer.

"What...what do you want me to do?" he stammered, his hands frozen at his sides like a mannequin.

"This!" said Summer, managing to get it out between moans. Taking his nearest hand, she brought it to her breast. "Touch me," she panted breathily.

After confirming it with John, who gave him a quick nod, he took a cautious step forward and tentatively placed both hands on the amazing beauty's bare, shuddering breasts.

Summer let out a long, low, sexy moan, then she slid her hands back beneath her hips. As both men watched her lewd display, she held herself up really high in an effort to take every last inch of John's pounding cock.

Still wanting to tease her, John pulled all the way out. He could see her soft lips splayed open; her luscious cunt was hot, wet and pulsing pink. He pointed his cock at her gaping hole, and with a sharp thrust he stabbed back inside.

Summer screamed, "Yes! Fuck me!"

He pulled out and did it again, graphically presenting her pussy to the man. All the way out, then a full thrust, drilling her over and over. He was ravaging her pussy, and Summer kept screaming in ecstasy.

Unsure as to what to do, the man released her breasts, only to have Summer quickly pull his hands right back to them. When he began pinching and fondling her a bit more aggressively, Summer fully gave herself over to the exquisite pleasure.

Leaning towards her, his hip brushed against Summer's left hand, which she was using to hold her ass up off the bed. When the side of her hand brushed against his extremely hard cock, she rotated her wrist to cup it before firmly grasping it. Feeling its heat through his thin pants, she squeezed all along his steely length.

Noticing what Summer was doing, John began to hammer into her with fast, violent thrusts.

With a sexy shriek Summer tightly gripped the cock in her hand, then she began stroking it hard.

The man was mesmerized by her voice and the beauty of her face, especially her full, red lips and perfect white teeth. Keeping one hand on her breast to pull at her nipple, he reached for her mouth, lightly tracing his fingertip along her parted lips.

Feeling the new sensation, Summer instinctively opened her mouth to take the intruder inside, and as John continued his frenzied assault on her pussy she sucked the finger and stroked the cock of the strange, nearly silent man who was fondling her breasts.

It only took a few heartbeats before she realized what she was holding and sucking, then her eyes flew open. Reveling in the man's excited expression, she tore open his work pants and pulled out his cock. Lurching her body sideways on the bed, she angled her head over the side while bringing the man's free hand back to her breast. Using both hands, she guided his fingertips all over her firm, supple mounds, showing him how to touch her. Once he was doing it the way she wanted, she fed his hard shaft straight into her mouth. Letting her hands go, she held herself up again by her hips and began hungrily sucking his cock.

John pounded into her, moaning, "Fuuuuuck, Summer...." She moaned in response, flooding his cock with a small orgasm while bobbing her head as best as she could on the man's length, until she couldn't do it anymore. With his throbbing dick still filling her mouth, she dropped her head to the bed.

Taking that as his cue, the man began to piston past her sucking lips in a rapid thrusting motion. When he tried to put his hands behind her head, she quickly brought them back to her breasts. With Summer sucking furiously and moaning around his cock, he was only able to hold out for another thirty seconds.

John could see Summer's neck tensing, then her jaw and throat working; he knew she was swallowing the man's cum.

"Ungggghhh!" the man groaned, shooting and shooting, until Summer began to wonder whether he was ever going to stop. After unloading what felt to her like a gallon of cum down her throat, his massive orgasm finally began to taper off; she kept sucking, but he quickly pulled out, trailing a rope of cum across her cheek and the corner of her mouth. Then, as if in a panic, he frantically stuffed his cock back into his pants, blurting, "I gotta go!" Without saying another word he dashed from the room, not even bothering to close the door on his way out.

John laughed, "Jesus, Summer, what did you do to that poor guy?"

With a serene, satisfied smile, she purred, "Weren't you watching, baby? Mmmm, I sucked his cock while you fucked me." Having collapsed when the man pulled out of her mouth, she lay motionless atop the sheets. Her head was still turned to the side, her ass hanging off the end of the bed.

John marveled at the sight. Her hair was matted against her forehead, and her mouth was glistening. Matching her raw, swollen nipples, her breasts were red and splotchy from where the man had handled her so roughly. Her legs were tossed open; amazingly, her pussy still looked neat and perfect. Summer's immaculate sex was never a butter-knife wound "inny." Her darker Bing cherry lips were always visibly protruding and slightly parted, with a blush of pink in the very center. Her vibrant, aroused clit sat up beneath its hooded shroud, deliciously conspicuous.

'Summer's beautiful pussy,' John thought to himself, staring in reverence.

Noticing his pause, Summer lolled her head up to give him a happy smile. "Okay, now that was crazy. I was definitely surprised when you invited him in. Baby, you didn't even close the door."

"I know, I know. That really was crazy. I wasn't planning on that, I swear."

"Are you okay with it?" she asked.

"Me? What about you?"

Summer grinned, "No, baby, I'm not okay with it, because you didn't cum. Before we do anything else, I need to fix that." Reaching up to take him in her arms, she positioned his hips between her spread legs. Flashing him a hungry look, she hooked her thighs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his ass. Once she had him in place, she said, "New Rule: Whether you're in my mouth, ass or pussy, you can't pull out until you've filled me with cum. You can fuck me anytime you want, and all I ask is that you always give me your cum. Now, take my pussy."

John glanced back over his shoulder, noticing as Summer did that their door was still wide open. He grinned, and she giggled, "Unless you want me to suck every hard cock that happens by our room, I suggest you make this a quick one."

Staring into his eyes, she let out a low moan when he raised his hips and plunged inside her. While giving her a thorough pounding, he also made sure on each backstroke to drag the top of his shaft against her clit. He knew that was one of her favorite ways to be fucked because it always made her feel as if sparks were shooting from her pussy.

"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." she panted, beginning an incessant chant.

Never taking his eyes off her beautiful face, John kept driving his shining shaft between her soft, blooming petals. As he continued to stare, she sexily moaned, "Mmmm, baby, your cock is so big inside me. God, you feel amazing in my pussy when you fuck me like this, but now I need you to cum for me. I want it...ooooh, yes, I want your cum in my pussy. This is why you brought me to the French Quarter...mmm, to fuck me...to fuck me every second we're here...to cum and cum and cum in your wife's happy pussy...."

When she felt her womb being bathed in his cleansing warmth, Summer cried out in sheer ecstasy. It felt so wild to her, so perfectly primal, having not only her pussy but even her womb blessed by rope after rope of her beautiful lover's shooting cum.

She shivered and moaned, breathing into his ear, "God, I love when you cum all the way inside me like that. Don't pull out. Stay inside me."

Accompanied by her squeal of delight, John slid his arms beneath Summer to lift her from the bed. They never uncoupled, and she hung on to him as he walked them to the door. Looking over her shoulder into the hallway, she purred, "Where are you taking me, baby?"

"I'm taking you out for beignets and Creole food, then we'll go for a leisurely stroll through a cool neighborhood and a pretty cathedral," he grinned.

"We're going like this?" she giggled, nipping at his neck.

"Alas, no," he said, kicking the door closed before turning to walk them into their small bathroom. With Summer still hanging on while impaled on his cock, he started the shower. She giggled as he pulled the sliding door open and stepped over the rim of the tub, bringing her in with him. When he leaned down to take her breast into his mouth, her hands reached back to press against the shower wall, her giggles turning to moans. Biting her nipple, he thrust deep inside her, slamming into her cervix, and with a wild howl he began pounding away, thoroughly savaging the beautiful young bride.

Crying out in sheer joy, Summer's sexy screams could be heard throughout their floor's silent corridor and all the way down to the enclosed courtyard three stories below.

~ ~ ~

"Summer, after everything that just happened, and with as beautiful as you look right now, it'd almost be a shame for you to change out of those clothes," John said.

"Baby, if you don't want me to put on something else, then I won't. I can wear this to go out dancing too."

Summer had on a pair of faded Levis and a bright red tank top. The soft, well-worn jeans hugged her perfect ass and hips, allowing for a tantalizing few inches of bare tummy to show below her spaghetti-strapped tank top. Both the jeans and top were skintight, making Summer's sexiness almost painful to behold; her every movement a symphony of flowing, sensual harmony, she was infinitely elegant even despite her casual dress.

She just couldn't help it.

They were back in their hotel room following a remarkable day out together. Their initial destination had been Café du Monde, for Summer's beignets, but they didn't quite make it all the way down to Decatur Street. Instead, they made their first stop at Jackson Square and the St. Louis Cathedral.

As they took in the sights of the old church, Summer was completely enthralled. With John hugging her from behind, she lovingly caressed the carved woods and gazed in wonder upon the ornate fixtures, her eyes shining brightly.

"We sure don't have a place like this back in L.A.," he whispered.

"No, we don't. This is truly beautiful, yet it's much more than that. Baby, can you feel how special this place is...how sacred? There are spirits with long memories watching over us here. Their presence is so powerful, it's almost tangible."

Walking through the small park afterwards, they stopped to read the inscription beneath the statue of Andrew Jackson. As they stood peering up at the noble general tipping his hat, an elderly gentleman approached them to ask Summer if she would pose for a picture for him. When she graciously accepted his invitation, he led her to one of Jackson Square's many wrought iron benches, where he snapped off a dozen pictures of her in a variety of poses. Once they were done, the kindly old man and his white-haired wife clasped her hand and thanked her.

"You just made his day," the wife said to Summer. "He does this every time we come to the French Quarter. He always has to take a picture of St. Louis Cathedral, with the prettiest girl in New Orleans in the foreground."

"And you're the prettiest one ever," the husband added, giving Summer a conspiratorial whisper behind his cupped palm.

Summer really was the prettiest girl in New Orleans. She was absolutely radiant.

Later, at Café du Monde, Summer finally got to enjoy her beignets.

There, she also broke a young boy's heart.

John and Summer were sitting in the outside patio area adjacent to the bustling sidewalk. Next to them at another table was a family of four: a mom and dad in their late thirties, a daughter of twelve, and a little boy.

Summer noticed the boy making faces at her, pointing and laughing. He was also pointing and laughing at his parents' faces.

When Summer looked at John, she laughed too, finally understanding. Everyone had powdered sugar all over their mouths, and the little boy thought it hilarious. He kept pointing and making faces at her, so she started making funny faces right back at him.

Soon enough the mother also noticed what her son was doing; turning to see what was making him laugh and carry on so happily, she saw Summer leaning down to make silly faces for him, her face caked in powdered sugar.

With the little boy looking on in laughter, Summer was pretending to be unable to get a beignet inside her mouth, not without making a complete mess of it all over her face.

The mother gave her a warm, grateful smile. "You know he's never going to leave you alone now."

"He's absolutely wonderful," Summer grinned, sitting back up. The daughter and the dad laughed too when they saw Summer's messy face.

"First time trying a beignet?" the dad teased, knowing she'd done it on purpose.

Summer smiled for him, then she beamed at the little boy. "Yep! Messy!"

"Haaahaaa! Messy!!" laughed the excitable little boy.

The delighted mother handed Summer a napkin to wipe her face.

The little boy, though, he just kept laughing. He shoved another beignet in Summer's mouth, making a real mess of her, and she laughed and laughed while letting him thoroughly cover her face in powdered sugar.

"That's enough now, Stephen," the mother giggled, tugging on his hand. Turning to Summer, she grinned. "See? Once he decides he likes something, he gets a one-track mind."

Summer was smiling through her messy mask. "I don't mind at all. He is just the cutest little guy. How old is he?"

"The little twerp is six. You want him?" deadpanned the daughter.

Laughing as she cleaned up her face, Summer leaned down to little Stephen and cooed, "You're definitely a doll, but I don't think your mommy and daddy are quite yet ready to give you up."

The mother invited Summer and John to join them at their table, where they shared small talk over coffee. A short while later the father mentioned that they had a show to catch at the Aquarium, so they had to head out.

Reaching down to take little Stephen's hand, Summer gently shook it. "It was nice to meet you, Stephen. You be good for Mommy and Daddy, okay?"

Stephen said, "You can come too! We're gonna see sharks!"

With a tender smile Summer said, "I'm sorry, Stephen, but I can't go with you today. Maybe next time, okay, sweetie?"

When Stephen's big blue eyes filled with tears, his sister came and took him by the hand. "C'mon, Stephen," she said, leading him out of the patio area.

As the family made their way to the sidewalk, Stephen kept looking back, sadly waving his little hand at Summer.

"Oh my god," Summer whispered to John. She was waving at Stephen with one hand while holding the other over her mouth, her eyes filled with tears.

When John gave her a comforting hug, she broke down sobbing into his neck.

"You are an angel of light," said a voice in a rich Jamaican Patois.

Summer and John turned to see an elegantly dressed, middle-aged black woman smiling at them. She was off to the side of the patio, sitting by herself on a low wall.

"Pretty lady, come, sit with me," she said, patting the open space next to her on the low wall.

Summer looked at John, who just shrugged.

"It's okay, pretty lady, bring your gentleman friend too. Madame Charlotte won't bite. She just wanna talk to you for a spell."

Taking John by the hand, Summer led him over to the lady, and they both sat down beside her.

"Pretty lady, please, let me look now," she said, gently taking Summer's hand and turning it so that the palm was facing up. With a wondrous expression of happy discovery, she beamed at Summer. "Yes, Madame Charlotte could see it, you truly are an angel of light. Look. There it is...there's the sign..." she said, tracing over a distinct path in Summer's palm.

"The little boy, he could see it, and those old folk in the park, they see it too. I felt you, pretty lady. I felt you comin', long before I saw you. I could feel you swellin' up inside me. By and by I saw you in the park, comin' out of the old church. I watched you, then I watch too when you filled that little boy's heart with golden dreams. Pretty lady, you are the one. Your hand tell the truth. You are the shining one, finally come."

John looked at the lady, unsure what to make of her.

"Here," she said, reaching behind her neck to unclasp something before kissing it and laying it carefully in Summer's hand. "Take this. It goes to you now."

Studying the strangely compelling thing resting in her palm, Summer saw that it was a ruby heart pendant with a cross on top and an intricate swirl pattern on the bottom. Attached was an exceedingly fine silver chain of intertwined vines.

Summer looked up at her and whispered, "It's beautiful."

"My mama, her mama give it to her, then she give it to me. 'Charlotte, you keep this,' she say to me. 'It keep you safe, so you can do what you were put here to do. When you're all grown, you pass this on to your child.' Mama, she long gone now. Before she go, she touch this and say, 'I know you never had no child of your own, but you have to pass this on...keep the next one safe.'"

Pausing, she gazed in rapture at Summer. "'Mama,' I say, 'who do I give it to?' Mama, she just smile and say, 'When the time come, you'll know. Child, you won't be needin' nobody to tell you. When Erzulie come again, you'll see her, like I see her in you. No mistake, you'll know.'"

She cupped her hands around Summer's. "Pretty lady, this is Erzulie's veve...her sacred symbol. Erzulie is love, pretty lady. Her symbol, it say who you are, and it keep you safe so you can go on doin' what you do, makin' people happy. When I see you, I knew Mama was right. I knew it was you, pretty lady. Erzulie had finally come, as an angel of light."

Taking the necklace, Charlotte kissed Summer's hand, then she kissed the pendant again before setting it around her neck.

"But you don't even know Summer," John said.

Tears of joy were streaming down Summer's face, and Charlotte's deep brown eyes also shone glistening bright. The kindly lady gently touched Summer's cheek, then she held the moistened fingertip up to the sunlight. Her face aglow in adoration, she appeared to be worshipping the prisms of light shining through Summer's tears. Pressing her fingertip to her chest, she formed the shape of a heart...and something else.

Finally turning back to John, her voice became strangely distant as she intoned, "Oh, I know her...yes I do, young man. I've been waiting an eternity for her."

Summer hugged herself against John, burying her face in his chest. As he rocked her in his arms, he pressed his mouth to the back of her neck and nuzzled her fiery golden hair.

When they looked up again, Madame Charlotte was gone.

Stunned, John leapt from his spot on the low wall; his head on a swivel, he searched everywhere for her.

"She's gone, baby. You won't find her," Summer said, pulling him back down beside her.

"Summer, what just happened?"

"Shhhhhh. Just hold me."

Her beautiful face a glowing miracle, she smiled for him, and all he could do was take her back into his arms to hold her.

They hugged for a short while before Summer stood and took John by the hand. She led him over to the River Walk, where they held hands as they strolled along the banks of the Mississippi.

As John stared in wonder at her, she looked straight ahead, happy tears still sparkling in her faraway eyes. Finally he said, "Tell me something, Summer. Is it always this way with you?"

Asking it with a smile, the warmth, love and admiration were clear in his question.

She swung their hands together like children and just kept walking. After a long silence, she quietly said, "Thank you for bringing me here. No, it's not always like this with me. This place, this time we're spending together, this is very special to me. I needed to come here."

Eventually they ended up walking west, all the way to the Garden District.

After ooh'ing and aah'ing over Anne Rice's place and all the beautiful old homes with their hanging gardens, John mentioned that they'd about earned their authentic Creole dinner. They ended up at a loud and festive family restaurant where Summer tried her first etouffee, while John enjoyed an unusual meal of frog legs and boudin with a side of jambalaya.

When they finally returned to their hotel, they started talking about whether she would need to change her clothes before heading back out to go dancing that evening.

Summer's things were still laid out across the bed. Following their loud, wild romp in the shower, she had thrown on some old jeans and her red tank top. John had approved of her choices, so that's what she wore all during their wonderful day together.

With a night of dancing in the offing, however, John pondered his options, savoring the thought of each and every one.

After thoroughly studying her collection of sexy clothes, he finally said, "Angel, one thing did cross my mind. When we go out with Christina tomorrow night, we should try to make her feel comfortable. It'd probably be a good idea not to freak her out too much right away."

"I completely agree, but what are you getting at?"

"I'm saying that in deference to her insecurities I'll probably need to choose something a bit more conservative for you to wear."

"A bit more conservative than what, hmmm?" she grinned.

"A bit more conservative than some of the things I plan on having you wear to go out dancing when we're not with her. How's that?"

"Okay, I follow you. That makes sense, and it's also very sweet of you. So what do you suggest?"

"Two things. One, after looking over your outfits here, this is the obvious choice for going out with Christina."

When he picked up her shimmering silver silk dress, Summer smiled to herself.

Following her first talk with Jake about sexy clothes, Summer went shopping. She'd gone in search of something like her backless red dress; something similar, only with the key improvements that would make it perfect. The first thing Jake had mentioned was a much thinner, silkier and sexier material that would approximate the sensation of touching her skin. The other thing he described was a much looser, "drapier" cut which would allow the dress to move and shift over her curves. He wanted her body moving freely and very visibly beneath the wispy silk; he didn't want her confined by something too tight, to where she would be unable to bounce and strut.

With those specific goals in mind, she'd gone looking for something along the lines of a bare-back slip.

What she ended up finding exceeded even Jake's wildest expectations.

Like a classic nightgown, it was pure silver in a smooth, seductive silk. It only came down to the tops of her thighs, with sexy triangulated cut-outs exposing alluring teepees of naked hip on either side of the otherwise straight lower hem. It was held up by two thin straps in the front that came together to form a delicate tie behind her neck, and it was every bit as bare in the back as her red dress, allowing for the beginning of the split of her ass to be on display. From her hips it swept up her sides to form a high neckline, leaving her bare shoulders and the full swells of her large breasts exposed.

Though in a sense she was completely covered, it was the way the dress draped over her body that really turned her on. When she'd tried it on for the first time, she knew Jake had been right. It wasn't tight at all; it was in fact quite loose. Because of the way it floated across her ass, and especially her breasts, its very looseness was incredibly sexy.

Wearing that silk sheath, she knew her ass was sure to turn heads. The bottom of the dress simply draped over her smooth, round cheeks, highlighting them even as it lovingly described her deep divide. With her every movement each subtle tremor and sensual undulation of her supple, gorgeous bottom was tantalizingly revealed. The wispy silk made her lush curves seem nearly naked, and she was confident that any ass lover would find it a mouthwatering look.

It was in the front, though, where the smooth draping really showed her off to the greatest advantage. The silk brushing across her breasts caressed her long nipples into achingly evident erection, more so than any other top she owned. The sensuous material combined with the loose draping to make her unfettered breasts seem truly alive. When she wore high heels, each step she took made her breasts visibly bounce and shudder, and with her constantly excited nipples the overall effect was nearly illegal.

If it were possible, her breasts appeared even more naked than her ass.

Then there were her bare thighs dancing so spellbindingly beneath the flitting silk hem, every teasing stride of her long, perfectly sculpted legs promising unimaginable pleasures.

When she'd sit down, the looseness of the dress would again come into play. If she applied any elevating angle at all to her crossed legs, the hem would slip away from her thighs like rippling water.

Similarly, any tug on her sides or bottom would compel the silk to slide right up, exposing her ass, her pussy...everything. 'Perfect for dancing,' she thought, grinning again to herself.

It was the sexiest 'real' dress she owned. She certainly hadn't packed it for the trip with the expectation of it being her safe, conservative choice.

"Sweetie, you've never seen me in that dress. I'm telling you, baby, your plan may backfire. That's a really sexy dress."

John looked at it again. "I imagine it is, but compared to some of these other things that I'm definitely going to have you wear, this dress is the most elegant thing here. Summer, I don't mind you looking sexy for her. I wouldn't have it any other way. I just don't want to scare her by showing too much skin, too soon."

"Okay, sweetie, you'll see. You may be risking what I think she has planned for you, but it's your call. Like I said, my rule for this honeymoon is you're to dress me from head to toe. Now wasn't there something else you were going to say?"

"Yes, there was. Since I have to dress you relatively conservatively tomorrow night, that means tonight and Saturday night are show time! Tonight you will own Bourbon Street."

Summer grinned. "Okay, mister, so what are you thinking here? Earlier today I thought you were literally going to walk us naked right out of the room, your cock still buried inside me. I didn't know where you were taking me or what you had in mind, but I wasn't putting it past you to do something like that."

"And you would've let me?"

"Yes, I would have let you. Baby, you were deep inside my pussy. Like I could ever say no to you about anything when you're giving me such a wonderful fucking. Sweetie, you know me better than that. I don't care where we are, I want you to fuck me. Besides, rules are rules, right? If naked is how you want me, then naked is how I'll be. That's the agreement, and I wasn't about to say no."

Grinning, he shook his head. Just thinking about all the sexy things they might've done had he continued on into the corridor with her was making his cock grow hard again.

Noticing his thickening bulge, she gave him a warm smile. "Baby, you're drifting. Come back to me."

John blinked to clear his head. "Huh? Oh, right. Okay, let's begin with the basics. Strip."

"Yes, Master!" she laughed, slightly shocked yet also amused by his directness. She kicked off her shoes while unsnapping her tight jeans.

'Even if nothing else happens on this trip, damn, just watching her twist and wiggle her hips to try to get those jeans over her ass will be a memory I'll always cherish,' John thought to himself, realizing to his everlasting satisfaction that Summer constantly blew him away even when doing the simplest of things.

"God, I love you," he grinned, openly ogling her as she worked at taking her pants off.

Having no doubts as to what he was thinking or why he'd said it, Summer giggled, then she writhed even more sexily for him, making them both laugh.

Once she had her pants off, she laid them over the arm of the chair. Bending the way she did, she intentionally offered John a delectable view of her smooth hips and curvy ass. Turning back to him, she slowly pulled her tank top up her stomach, past her breasts and over her head before adding it to her jeans atop the chair.

Her hands at her sides, she stood before him completely naked. "Okay, Mister Totally Adorable When You're Being Bossy," she grinned, "what would you like next?"

Sitting up perkily, her heavy breasts had just the slightest teardrop pout. Her tempting areolas were slightly bumpy around their darker pink edges, and her long, thick nipples stood at attention.

Complementing her stunning nudity, her beautiful little auburn pelt pointed the way to her flowering labia and subtly protruding clit.

Exquisitely sexy legs and slender arms; tanned, toned shoulders; a tapered stomach leading to classically flowing hips; Summer was sheer perfection, standing gloriously naked in a New Orleans hotel room.

"Summer, I think tonight I finally get to see you in the tiny skirt and amazing top I've been hearing about ever since you and Jake went on your first date together to that crazy dance club."

With a mischievous sparkle in her eye, Summer selected her scandalously short silk skirt from the various items laid out on the bed. Holding it up, she gave him a sweet smile. "I wore this with panties that night. Without panties? Well, you'll see."

Stepping into the asymmetrical skirt, she slowly slid it up her legs and over her hips. She rotated the scalloped wave opening to her left thigh before doing a full pirouette for him, making the skirt float on air. Sitting on the bed, she sexily crossed her legs back and forth. Finally, she stood again, turning away from him to dance in place while bent slightly at the waist.

She was showing him just how much of her ass and the rear view of her pussy was exposed in that skirt, sans panties.

John stood transfixed, rubbing the steel bar in his pants.

"Hold that thought," she said, looking back over her shoulder to give him a wicked grin. She picked up the fuchsia drape top and slid it over her shoulders; then, turning to face him while steadying herself with a hand on the bed, she leaned way over to slip her high heels on. Holding that pose, she was making it easy for him to ogle her luscious tits.

Though her top was very much like her Santa's Helper top, she knew it was more open in the front. If she leaned forward even the slightest bit, the drape would fall away from her chest, fully exposing her bare breasts.

"Sweetie, this is what I'll be showing people tonight," she grinned, once she'd demonstrated just how revealing her sexy outfit really was. "Watch," she said, grabbing a bucket from the table and some change from her purse. Smiling confidently, she walked out the door.

John's intense stare burned into her ass as she swung her hips down the hall, sashaying to the little alcove that housed the ice maker and vending machines. Glancing to him out of the corner of her eye, she leaned over to fill the bucket with ice. Her legs were totally bare, all the way to the smooth curves describing the beginning of her gorgeous ass. When she stood to flip back her long, straight hair, her drape slid off her right breast. Leaving it exposed, Summer fed some coins into the vending machine before pressing the button and leaning down again to collect her soda.

Even from four doors away John could see her bare nipple in perfect profile.

When she leaned over to pick up the bucket, her right shoulder strap slipped down to her elbow. With her top pooled at her hip her breast was revealed in all its glory, and she let it go. After dropping the soda into the bucket of ice, she turned and strutted back to John, each tantalizing step in her high heels making her amazing tits bounce and jiggle. Waiting until she was only two doors away, she spun her skirt to where the wave opening was right in front, exposing her naked pussy.

As she moved towards him, she smiled at the sight of John stroking himself through his pants. Slowing her approach so they could watch each other a little longer, she said, "This is how it's going to be tonight. This is exactly how I will look to everyone. With you and countless other people in the club seeing me like this, I'll be very turned on, and you need to be prepared for that. Baby, I'm going to want to fuck the whole time we're there."

Once she reached him, she playfully pushed him into their room. Following him inside, she said, "Watch my breasts, and watch me in the mirror. Tell me what you see." With the room's full-sized mirror positioned right behind her, she went to her knees and pulled his pants open. Looking up, she grinned, "Feed me this gorgeous cock before it explodes."

Taking Summer's head in his hands, he slid his long shaft straight down her throat. No warm-up; he just fed it into her throat, until her nose was pressing against his lower stomach.

She pulled back only long enough to say, "Tell me what you see as I kneel before you to suck your cock. This is what I'll be doing tonight, baby, so this is what you'll be showing off."

Taking him back into her mouth, she hungrily sucked his dick as if her very life depended on it; while squeezing his balls, she slid her finger into his ass, making him jerk with a sudden yelp. That made her giggle, which made him yelp again. Squeezing his balls harder, she shot him a stern look from around his cock.

"Okay, I get it! Don't rip my nuts off!" he laughed.

Summer giggled again, and he said, "All I see are three things. I see your beautiful face concentrating on sucking my cock. Your amazing eyes are smiling, and they're a brilliant shade of aqua green. I never realized that about your eyes. They look green now, almost turquoise, yet they're often a deep blue, which was why Aaron chose sapphires for your necklace."

Pulling off for a moment, she looked up from her knees. "You're right, my eyes seem to change colors. Though sometimes they do look deep blue, I usually consider them to be green." Before she took him back into her mouth to continue noisily slurping up and down his shaft, she added, "Keep going. What else do you see?"

"Mmmm, fuck, I see...your perfect breasts. They're not covered, even after you pulled your strap back up. Your nipples are so fucking gorgeous. They're close to an inch long when they're erect like this, and the edges are ringed in goose bumps. Jesus...keep going, you're going to make me cum...your breasts giggle when you giggle; they're golden brown and mouthwateringly smooth and firm. You really do have perfect tits, Summer, absolutely perfect. God, I can see every bit of them."

As she took his long shaft down her throat, she slowly stroked her finger in and out of his ass; no longer punishing him, she was committed to pleasuring him, and she could feel his balls rising.

"Mmmm, god, I love sucking your cock," she moaned. "Okay, you can see my naked breasts. What else?"

When she went back to sucking and fingering him, he said, "Your bare, incredible ass, Summer, I can see it in the mirror, moving in those awesome circles you always do. You have the faintest thong-shaped tan line above the crack, and your gorgeous little asshole is the same color as the rest of your ass. You don't even have a darker shadow there; it's just slightly pink. I can see the tiny opening; it opens and closes as you lean over more. Your pussy lips are spreading open too, and I can see inside. I can see your pink cunt."

She moaned around his cock, "Mmmm-hmmm, baby, a lot of people are going to see my pink cunt tonight."

With a loud groan John let loose four thick blasts of cum into her mouth, and her happy moans grew frantic; unwilling to let even a single drop escape, she began quickly swallowing. When he was finished, she licked her lips and smiled, "This is what everyone will see tonight, so stay with me. Showing me off like this, my pussy is going to be dripping wet, and I'm going to want to have sex. I'm telling you, a lot of people will try to fuck me."

Taking her hands, John pulled her up to him. Searching her eyes, he came to a decision.

"Angel, will you promise to tell me the truth if I ask you something, even if you think it's not what I want to hear?"

Surprised by the sudden change in his mood, she affectionately squeezed his hand. "Of course I will. You know I would never lie to you."

"I'm not talking about lying. I'm talking about keeping something inside just to make me happy."

"John, I want to make you happy. That's all I ever want."

"Then I'm asking you to tell me the truth."

"Okay, I will. What do you want to know?"

"Summer, would you be disappointed if I told you that tonight I don't want to take you out dancing?"

Surprised even more, she nevertheless waited for him to continue.

After caressing her hand for a few moments, he reached up to touch her face. "I know I said I wanted to, but that was before everything that happened today. I don't want to expose you tonight to a bunch of horny, groping drunks. We can go out and show you off and get wild anytime, like in Mexico, or back home. We're going dancing tomorrow night too, with Christina. This little bit of time I have with you, I may never get it again. I don't want to waste it by getting drunk and sharing you with morons who don't deserve you."

Smiling warmly, Summer looked at him in wonder. "Baby, no, I won't be disappointed at all. I'd be happy to wear this and go show off for you in some nightclub, but—"

"Summer, I never want you to show off for me. I only want you to do it if that's what you really enjoy doing for yourself, because it turns you on. Not me...you."

"God, that's exactly what Jake says too," she laughed. "Okay, let me rephrase it then. I'd be happy to wear this outfit and go out dancing with you. It would turn me on like crazy, especially with no panties. Yes, just for myself, letting people see me this way turns me on. Absolutely. I love that feeling, though I would never wear something this sexy to a club, not unless I had someone with me. Still, even if I didn't love it, I'd do it for you. Of course I would, if that's what you wanted."

"But?"

"Exactly, baby. There's a 'but.' You asked me a question. The answer is yes, I'd love to go out with you dressed like this, but no, I'm not disappointed that you don't want to, and I won't be disappointed if that's not what we do tonight. What you said earlier was right. I would keep my feelings to myself, if by doing so I thought I'd make you happy. That's true, and tonight is a perfect example."

"Meaning you don't really want to do this tonight but you'd do it anyway, just to make me happy."

"Yes, I would. If this is what you want, then I'll gladly do it. I'll have a blast, too, but it wouldn't be my first choice tonight."

"Summer, that's what I'm saying. It's not my first choice either, not tonight."

"Baby, that's fine. So, okay, what do you want us to do?"

"Don't laugh, but I want to take you to that Haagen-Dazs, the one we passed on our way back to the hotel. I want to watch you eat ice cream and make a happy mess of your beautiful face while we walk together somewhere quiet, maybe down by the river, or we could go to Jackson Square and Café du Monde again. I don't know, exactly. What I do know is that I love you, and on such a perfect night all I really want is to see the moonlight shining in your sparkling eyes."

Once again, Summer stared at John in wonder. Her bottom lip quivering, her eyes filling with tears, she moved into his arms for a long, tender hug. Pressing her lips to his neck, she whispered, "Baby, that's the most beautiful thing you've ever said to me. Please, that's what I want too, then I want to take you to bed and make love with you the rest of the night."

"Summer, that's exactly what I mean. I don't want to get drunk and not be able to remember tonight. I want us to make love and even just talk all night long, sober and aware. I want us both to be fully there, you know? I don't want to stumble back to our hotel and instantly crash. This time I want to go to bed with you and fall asleep in your warm embrace, like you're really my wife. When I wake up tomorrow morning, I want to feel your soft breath on my lips. More than anything I want to watch you sleep in my arms, as my beautiful lover."

"Then that's what we'll do, and I promise I'm not just going along with it to make you happy. Ice cream and a quiet walk together sounds much better to me tonight than going crazy in a dance club. The thing is, do you still want me to wear this?"

Grinning coyly as she pulled her top over her head, she knew what his answer would be. Taking his bemused smile as confirmation, she slowly slid the silk skirt down her hips before adding a sexy little shimmy to make her last bit of clothing fall to her feet.

"After seeing you in that outfit, god, I don't know if I can take you wearing it...but I'll force myself to try! Maybe Saturday night, our last night here. That should be the night we go wild and let New Orleans really enjoy the prettiest girl in town."

"Fine by me. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the guys, you know. If they found out that you didn't take me out dancing at least once in a super sexy outfit, you'd never live it down. They might lose all respect for you, and even call you a fag!" she grinned, tickling him. "But what about tonight, Mister Romantic? Now we're back to taking me out completely naked!" she giggled. Posing nude before him, she sassily had one hand on her hip, the other on her thigh.

"Hmmm, now there's an idea. Seriously, though, you know what I want you to wear? You're gonna crack up at this, but it's exactly what I want to see you in tonight. You'll be so adorable."

"What? Tell me!"

"Okay, for starters, just throw on your red tank top. It doesn't matter, and in a minute I'll show you why."

Summer slipped her tank top back on, and her nipples were bullets. When John couldn't help but ogle them, she glanced down to check them out. "Your fault," she said, giving him a sexy grin.

"Uh-huh. Sure it is. Admit it, Summer, you love your breasts almost as much as I do. Okay, next, put on your walking shorts and those comfy slippers."

Looking at him curiously, she nevertheless slid her little khaki shorts up her legs before slipping her casual flats over her pretty feet.

"That's it. You're ready," he grinned. "C'mon, gorgeous, let's go see just how adorable you can be." He took her by the hand and off they went, with Summer beaming like a happy child.

Upon leaving the hotel, they hadn't gone a hundred feet down the street when John suddenly pulled a laughing Summer into a cheesy little souvenir shop.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, giggling as he led her from one display to another.

"We're on a mission. We're going to find you the biggest, warmest, woolliest, goofiest New Orleans sweatshirt you've ever seen, and that's what you're gonna wear tonight," he chuckled, tugging her over to where the sweatshirts were displayed. "Oh, yes, this is the one..." he grinned, holding up a purple hoodie with green and gold accents, representing the traditional colors of Mardi Gras. 'The French Quarter' was inscribed on the front, above a depiction of two laughing Mardi Gras clown masks.

"Here, try this on," he said, handing it to her.

When Summer pulled it over her head, she laughed, "Baby, it's way too big!" Turning her back to him, she giggled gorgeously. "Look! It goes past my bottom! I could use this as a sleeping bag!"

"Exactly!" he laughed.

He picked out a second, much smaller one for her, along with a couple of t-shirts and coffee mugs.

Summer started to pull the oversized hoodie off, until John said, "No, leave it on. That's what I want you to wear tonight as we walk around. You have no idea how cute you look."

Going to a display mirror, Summer giggled when she saw herself. "I look like a little girl wearing one of her daddy's shirts."

"You look totally beautiful. You look like Summer," he grinned, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist.

After having everything rung up at the register, he led her back out into the sultry evening air. With a crescent moon shining bright and the distant sounds of jazz wafting over the narrow avenues redolent of jasmine, it was a perfect night on the Bayou. Returning to their leisurely stroll down Dauphine Street, Summer skipped and danced at John's side, never letting go of his hand.

When they came to Jackson Square and the little park, Summer instantly took off, skipping her way across the grass.

"Summer, c'mere a second!" he called after her, and she happily skipped right on back to him.

"Part of your outfit for the evening," he said, sitting Summer on the same wrought iron bench where she'd posed for the kindly old man's pictures. "Gimme those shoes, girl. I want to see you play barefoot in the park. If you're going to skip and dance through the grass, I want you to be able to feel it between your pretty little toes."

Quickly kicking away her shoes, Summer tore off racing across the grass before launching herself into a series of joyous cartwheels.

Almost immediately she was joined by a little girl who had been sitting on a bench with her father, the two of them laughing together as they watched Summer run and play in the grass. When Summer did a cartwheel only a few feet from their bench, the girl squealed and pulled away from her daddy.

The dad and Summer exchanged friendly smiles, then he laughed and said to his daughter, "Okay, Amy, but don't go too far! I'll be right here watching you!"

"Watch me!" the little girl shouted, tumbling off into her own series of adorably awkward cartwheels.

"Now you do one!" she exclaimed to Summer, who went right back to doing more cartwheels. She did a continuous circle of them before stopping in mid-cartwheel to perform a handstand; she held it...until the laughing little girl rushed over to push her in the butt, making her collapse in a heap.

Shrieking in delight, the little girl tried to do her own handstand, only to topple right into Summer's lap. Laughing together as they playfully tickled each other, Summer finally took her by the hand and brought her back to her father.

"Wait here, Amy! I'll be right back!" she grinned.

Dashing across the grass to a cotton candy vendor, she bought two rolls in pink and another two in blue; then, hurrying over to John, she handed him one of each. "Hold on to these. I'll be right back."

Dashing back to the man and his daughter, she knelt to Amy's height. Smiling brightly as she handed the little girl the other two rolls of cotton candy, she lolled her tongue out and fake-panted, "Cartwheels sure are serious work, huh? People who do cartwheels deserve some cotton candy!"

The giggling little girl gave one of the rolls to her father, then she paused before saying, "But daddy didn't do any cartwheels! How come he gets some?"

Beaming, Summer reached out to tickle her tummy. "Amy, it's super hard work for daddies, trying to keep up with their happy little girls! Don't you think he deserves some too, for being such a good daddy?"

"Awww, okay!" she giggled, happily hopping up into her father's arms.

"Bye, now! You be a good girl for daddy!" Summer chirped before dancing away to rejoin John on his bench.

John watched with Summer as the man and Amy got up and walked across the park. Amy was excited and happy, as only a little girl shoveling down enormous hunks of cotton candy with her daddy in a park can be.

"You're amazing, Summer. Look how happy you just made them. Oh, and hey, I never knew you could do cartwheels and handstands," John said, grinning in admiration.

"You never asked, or I woulda toldja!" Summer said, happily munching on her own cotton candy. First she tore off a chunk and fed it into John's mouth, then she tore off another chunk and shoved it in his ear, and he retaliated by trying to shove some up her nose.

When they took a break from shoving food in each other's head, John said, "Show me that handstand again. How long can you hold it?"

Summer ran over to the grass and went into a handstand. Bobbling, trying to maintain her balance, she hand-walked around in a little circle; upside down, she looked at him and asked, "How long do you want me to hold it?"

"Until we go out dancing tomorrow night!" he laughed, rushing over to tackle her. As they wrestled around in the grass, he said, "See, I knew you'd look absolutely adorable in that sweatshirt. The way it totally covers your shorts, you couldn't possibly look any cuter."

Summer gave him a sly smile. "I bet I could. Go get our bag."

While John was retrieving their things, Summer reached beneath her sweatshirt to unsnap her shorts. Quickly slipping them off, she hid them behind her back.

When John returned with their bag, Summer grinned, "Open it." Holding it open for her, he expected her to reach in and pull out a t-shirt, or maybe even the smaller sweatshirt. Instead, he watched as Summer gleefully held up her khaki shorts before dropping them into the bag. His mouth agape, he simply stared at her.

"Betcha think I look cuter now!" she giggled. Sitting bare-bottomed on the grass with her arms folded around her raised knees, she shot him an incandescent smile.

"Okay, true, but I bet you won't do any more cartwheels!" he laughed.

"Oh, do I hear a dare?" she crowed, teasing him with a wide grin before leaning over to tickle him.

"No! Definitely no dares! You'd do it for sure then!" he said, tackling her again. Summer squealed, then she went on the attack. Laughing and crying out, they began rolling around in a fierce wrestling match, until John eventually let her win.

There on the cool grass, they lay together; looking up at the buildings and the clear night sky, they listened to the sounds of people all around them.

"I really love this place," John said.

"I do too, and I really love you," she purred, kissing his hand.

Content to enjoy the stars while listening to the music and laughter of Jackson Square, they shared a few moments of quiet tranquility.

"An angel of light," John finally whispered with a distant smile.

Leaning up onto one elbow to face him, Summer's breath caught when she saw tears welling in his eyes.

"I love you so much," she whispered back, resting her head on his chest. When he put his arm around her shoulders to hold her close, she said, "I can hear your heartbeat."

"You can make my heart beat. Summer, this has been the best day of my life."

"Oh, John," she said softly, staining his shirt with her own happy tears.

After quietly kissing and snuggling together for a few more minutes, John said, "Angel, unless we want to get you arrested, I suggest we get moving."

"Huh? Why would...oh!" she said, when John slid his hand up her thigh...over her bare ass...onto her exposed naked hip. "Oops! I guess it rode up a little there, didn't it?" she giggled, tugging her sweatshirt down.

Once they left the grassy area of the park, John made a reluctant Summer put her shoes back on. Together they walked the quiet side streets of the French Quarter, and it didn't take long before they found the Haagen-Dazs he'd mentioned.

"If I get it all over my face, you have to lick it up!" she laughed, when John changed her order from a neat little bowl to a messy triple-scoop cone. While the girl behind the counter got their order ready, John swiped one of those tiny spoons used for giving samples. Slyly sliding the little spoon up the back of Summer's sweatshirt, he tickled her bottom with it.

Giggling, Summer did a quick check of the store and the immediate surroundings. Seeing that the coast was clear, she leaned against the glass display counter and tugged her sweatshirt up over her hips, baring herself below the waist. While attempting to engage the girl behind the counter in idle conversation, she teasingly pushed her naked bottom out at John, who just kept running the tiny spoon up her slit.

Though she tried to keep her giggling to a discreet minimum, Summer knew she was failing miserably, which made her giggle even more.

As they were paying for their order, Summer pulled her sweatshirt down, only to have the smiling counter girl motion for her to take a look back over her shoulder. With a knowing smirk the young girl said, "Check it out."

Turning to see her full-body reflection in the store's window, Summer blushed a thousand shades of scarlet.

"Don't be too embarrassed. You have a really pretty butt," the girl grinned shyly.

"Oh my god," giggled Summer.

She and John were both laughing as she physically dragged him out of there; once they were outside, she took off and ran down the street, all the way back to the park.

When John caught up to her, they laughed like teenagers who'd gotten busted trying to sneak into the movies. Holding hands again, they made their way down to the River Walk.

"Messy, messy!" Summer said, smiling like a goon. They were strolling along the lighted path overlooking the river, and fully half her face was covered in chocolate ice cream. It was all over her lips, it was dripping off her chin, and there was even a little dollop of chocolate sprinkles on her nose.

Offering him a lick, she brought her cone to his face; hesitating, he pulled back. "Now you be good," he said, smiling accusingly.

Feigning a look of righteous indignation, she giggled, "Moi?! Oh, okay, I'll be good."

Again offering him a taste, she leaned in to join him in licking her cone. First their tongues met, then their lips, until they were making a sticky, sloppy mess of each other with their passionate kissing.

When they eventually pulled back from their kiss, Summer beamed at the sight of his messy face. "I love you like that, looking all silly and adorable. Now if only I could just cum ice cream, you'd always look that way!"

They licked each other's face before using some napkins to get the rest, still leaving a sticky residue that had them both laughing.

After walking together a little further, he pulled her down into his lap on a bench overlooking the river. Surrounding her with his arms as they watched the boats go by, he affectionately stroked her thighs all the way up to the bottom of her sweater, and Summer hummed a happy tune.

"I really love my Mardi Gras top, baby. Thank you for getting it for me," she said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

"I knew I'd love you in it," he smiled, caressing her legs with his fingertips.

"Mmmm, as big and hard as your cock is right now, I was kinda hoping that pretty soon here you would love me in it. In fact, how about you love me in it right here on this bench?" she grinned, nipping at his ear.

"Seems like a good idea, I must say," he said, playfully biting her nose.

Turning to face him, she straddled his lap. She slid his hands onto her bare bottom, which made her sweater lift enough to expose her gorgeous thighs and ass. Pulling out his granite shaft, she raised her hips until her slit was poised above the tip. As she leaned in to kiss him, hooking her arms around his head, he positioned himself at her moist entrance. When their tongues met, she dropped her hips, sheathing him in her drenched pussy. Letting loose a breathy moan, she sucked his tongue while clenching her silky walls on the hard flesh driving deep inside her; riding up and down his long, thick cock, hotly fucking him along the banks of the Mississippi, her face glowed with sheer ecstasy beneath the brilliant Cajun moon.

Completely overwhelmed by her impossible beauty, he whispered, "An angel of light, here in my arms. Summer, who are you? What are you?"

Staring into his eyes, Summer spoke in a voice unfamiliar; deeply haunting, it sounded distant, even eerie, like something from a dream. It was the voice of an angel that said, "Shhhhh. When we walk back to our room, I want your beautiful cum dripping from my pussy and all down my thighs. We'll walk forever, taking our time, holding and loving each other. I want to feel you with every step I take, and when we finally go through the lobby I want to see it in the mirrors, shining on my legs. I want you to take me up to our room, where you will strip me naked, then you'll carry me to our bed and gently lay me down. I will hold out my arms and spread my legs; I will give myself to you, and you will know that I love you. When the morning light comes, you will know who I am, and you will know what I am...."

~ ~ ~

The morning light finally did come, and a little after eleven it found its way into John's consciousness.

Blinking, he opened his eyes, and was glad when he did. The first thing he saw was Summer's beautiful face, only a breath away.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she smiled, caressing his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

"I was the one who was supposed to do that," he said, returning her smile.

"Do what?" she asked, painting his lips with her fingertips.

"Watch you while you sleep."

"Darling, you'd have to be awake to do that. I've been awake since eight, and other than one errand I had to run I've been in bed with you all morning, just watching my beautiful man sleep."

"You ran an errand? You've already gone out this morning?"

"Uh-huh." She smiled serenely.

"Well then, good morning to you too, angel." Reaching between Summer's bare breasts to touch her voodoo necklace, as he'd taken to thinking of it, he noticed that it glowed against her golden skin. Holding the mysteriously beautiful thing up to the light, he closely examined it.

"An angel of light," he finally said, staring at her in awed reverence.

"Of love. Shhhhh," she whispered.

Pressing his face to her heart, John kissed her chest. As she held him to her breast, he closed his eyes and recalled the countless perfect moments they'd shared. He reached up to touch her face, and that's when he saw it; suddenly sparkling, Summer's eyes had cast a dazzling light, drawing his gaze downward.

"I love you, John Harris. I will love you forever," she whispered, watching as he gazed in astonishment at his hand.

"Summer..." he whispered back.

"I have its mate," she said, offering him her wrist.

"But...when...how?" he stammered, mesmerized by the golden wedding band on his ring finger and the matching golden bracelet on her slender wrist. The detailing of the inscriptions was so intricate, so delicate and so completely foreign to him that he wasn't certain he was seeing something entirely of this world.

Smiling softly, she kissed his hand before nuzzling it with her lips. "This is my promise to you, John. Your ring will always keep me with you, and I've taken you into this bracelet, which will never leave my body. When we make love, now and forever, it is as husband and wife."

"Summer...you did it. You really meant it," he whispered, his heart soaring.

She nodded, her eyes shining like diamonds, and they fell into each other's arms.

~ ~ ~

Lying beside Summer, John studied his ring and her bracelet; noticing that they each shared the same otherworldly workmanship and unfathomable script, he simply didn't know what to make of them.

With the blessing of their lovemaking still upon him, he gazed into her beautiful eyes.

"I love you, John," she whispered, touching his lips.

"But what—" he started to ask.

"Shhh. Just know that I am always there for you," she smiled, caressing his face. "This love will never end."

There was a knock at their door.

John reluctantly hopped up and threw on some shorts to answer the door, where he was met by a lady stooping over a serving cart loaded with warm muffins, a large carafe of freshly squeezed orange juice, a pot of coffee and a few assorted mugs and glasses.

"Continental breakfast, compliments of the hotel," the lady said, pushing the cart into the room. Due to the baseball cap bearing the hotel's logo she was wearing, her face was shadowed.

Despite her saying it was a complimentary breakfast, John went to get her a tip.

"No tip necessary," the lady said quietly, but John insisted.

"No tip necessary," she repeated, whispering it as she poured cups of coffee and orange juice.

"Baby, don't argue with her. Maybe it's hotel policy. Here, come back to bed and have some juice," Summer said, patting the coverlet.

John turned and sat on the bed.

"Will that be all?" the woman asked.

"Yes, thank you," smiled Summer.

As the gracious woman wheeled the cart back out the door, she finally looked up to say, "Thank you, pretty lady."

John's head shot up when he heard that phrase. As she was closing the door, he got a brief but very clear look at her face.

It was Madame Charlotte.

John stared in shock at Summer, who still wore her serene smile.

"Summer! That's her!" he shouted, jumping from the bed to run to the door. Throwing it open, he expected Madame Charlotte to still be there, no more than one or two steps away...

...but the hallway was empty.

Bewildered, he ran up and down the stairs, which were only a few doors from their room. Nothing. There was no one there.

He ran back down the corridor, to the alcove with the ice and vending machines. Nothing.

He silently walked the hallway, listening at each door, of which there were only a few. Again, nothing.

She had completely vanished, as if into thin air.

Going back to their room, John called the front desk, and Summer listened in amusement to his half of the phone conversation...

"Hello? Yes, this is room 210.... Thank you, but no, I just wanted to check something with you.... No, nothing's wrong.... No, the room is great, and the service has been excellent.... No, nothing like that.... What I wanted to find out is whether you have a woman named Charlotte working here right now.... No, she's a server, and she just brought us our complimentary continental breakfast.... You don't have anyone named Charlotte who works here.... Yes, she just brought us breakfast. We didn't even order it.... Yes, I know it's going on noon.... No, I didn't know you stopped offering your complimentary breakfast a couple of hours ago.... Yeah, that makes sense.... Yes, she said it was your complimentary continental breakfast.... No, she was wearing a baseball cap with your logo on it.... Okay, we won't.... Thanks, we will.... Yeah, I'll let you know."

When he hung up the phone, he immediately told Summer to put down her glass of juice.

"Summer, I don't know what's going on, but the people at the desk are saying we should call the police. They didn't send anyone up here to serve us breakfast. They don't do that here, and none of their room servers would ever wear a baseball cap. They also don't have anybody named Charlotte on their staff."

Summer just smiled as she continued nibbling on a banana-walnut muffin. "Honey, you should try one of these. They're really good," she said, smiling even more sweetly.

"Summer, didn't you hear me? They said we need to call the police!"

"To report what, exactly? Is it a crime to serve someone breakfast?"

She poured herself some coffee and took a sip. "Mmmm, this is good too. Baby, have some breakfast. The food is fine. You know, maybe it's just like we said: This is a magical place. Come back to bed, darling. You have a long day ahead of you, and unless I'm mistaken you're definitely going to need your strength. Remember, a certain gorgeous yet lonely businesswoman from Boston is counting on you to show her a good time tonight."

When they were done with breakfast, John put all the dishes outside the room. Upon his return he discovered he'd missed one coffee cup on the nightstand, so he grabbed it and went to add it to the dishes he'd left outside the door.

Though it'd only been fifteen seconds, and despite the fact that there was no one in the hallway, nor had anyone made a sound outside the door, the dishes were already gone.

'What the fuck?' he again thought to himself, thoroughly frustrated.

Returning to the bed, he heard Summer starting the shower. When he joined her beneath the warm spray, he described what happened with the dishes. With a cute giggle she hugged him and told him to forget about such silly things. After a little feminine persuasion, he gave in; refocusing on her, he took great delight in the simple joy of soaping and fondling her large breasts, which seemed even larger than usual.

"Summer, what's your bra size?" he asked, hefting her breasts.

"I hardly ever wear one, but I'm usually a thirty-four-D. Depending on the bra, sometimes I'll go with a large C. Why do you ask?"

Hefting her breasts again, he showed them to her. "Don't they seem quite a bit larger than normal? I'm no expert, but I swear they've gotten even bigger than they were in Mexico."

"Uh-huh, I noticed that also, the last time we took a shower together. I'm not bloated or anything either, and I already had my period, so I'm definitely not pregnant. Come to think of it, your dick seems extra big now too. I mean, god, you've always been really big anyway, but now it's like, mmmm, damn, baby!" Giving him a sexy smile as she took his cock in her hand, she stroked it and pulled on it, playfully stretching it to where it looked freakishly long. "Don't you see, darling? It's this place. It's magic."

"Magic, huh? As in maybe it's something 'magic' that voodoo lady put in our food," he said, smiling uncertainly.

"Yes, magic. Do you have any other explanation?" she giggled. "Besides, you're certainly not hearing any complaints from me about your dick being so huge. I absolutely love it. Are you complaining about these being bigger?"

Making a pouty face, she cupped her soapy breasts.

"Nope, no complaints here," he said, grinning as she went to her knees to slide his cock between her tits.

"It looks to me like they were made for each other, my breasts and your big cock," she said, smiling sweetly. With a deep moan of satisfaction she took him into her mouth; thoroughly indulging herself, she hungrily sucked his incredible dick while enjoying a slow, luxurious titty-fuck.

Having gorged on his cock to her heart's content, she stood and turned to face away from him. Placing her hands shoulder-width apart on the shower wall, she bent at the waist and stretched up onto the balls of her feet, raising her ass. Arching her back, she spread her legs. "It's not just my breasts and mouth, either," she purred, smiling over her shoulder. "Your big, gorgeous dick fits perfectly inside me everywhere...."

~ ~ ~

"Wow! Now I'm really not joking. Your husband truly is an idiot," John grinned, standing in the doorway of Christina's hotel room.

"You look absolutely stunning," added Summer. Taking her by the hand, she guided the shy brunette through a full pirouette.

Christina blushed nine shades from Sunday. "Thank you, both of you," she said, accompanied by a sweet, beautiful giggle. "Let's be serious, though. Compared to how completely devastating Summer looks in that slinky little thing, I'm going to look like her chaperone."

"Now you're just being silly. Christina, look at you. You're going to have to fight off all the men tonight, and probably half the women too," beamed Summer. Wearing her silver sheath with the completely bare back, she shot John a concerned look that said, "I told you this wasn't the right 'safe dress' for me to wear tonight!"

John's eyes hadn't been playing tricks on him. Summer's breasts really were blooming, and they looked absolutely spectacular in her wispy little slip. Accentuated by her taller silver heels, her smooth, bare legs and perfect ass were simply mind-boggling, while her completely naked back was almost criminally inviting. The heels didn't just lengthen her legs and raise her ass, they also arched her back and made her breasts stand out even more.

There was also the constant brushing of silk over her nipples, teasing them into permanently erect beacons. Wearing that dress, with those heels, Summer merely had to move through a room and the hungry stares would immediately lock on to her gorgeously prominent opening salvos.

Her entire body was on vivid display, menacingly taut, coiled...feral. Summer was on fire, and she looked every inch of it.

Christina had gone for a more classic brunette bombshell look, with her long, straight, jet black hair trailing down to bare white shoulders. Spaghetti straps held her iconic 'little black dress' in place; it was a light, stretchy cotton fabric, very soft to the touch, and since it was also skintight it enticingly revealed every lithe contour of her elegantly sexy body.

The top of the dress featured a wide opening directly over her cleavage, exposing the inner halves of each supple globe. Christina was clearly braless, her ample breasts showing snow white against the dramatic black.

She had a full, prominent ass, with a delicious flare to her hips. Perched atop classic black stiletto heels, her seemingly endless legs were further complemented by sheer black hose.

Whereas Summer was all hips, tits and dangerous curves everywhere, Christina was a more slender woman.

Summer ooh'd and aah'd over Christina's outfit, playfully tugging at the mid-thigh length hem while asking, "Pantyhose or thigh-highs?"

Smiling mischievously, Christina inched her dress up bit by bit, until the lace bands at the tops of her thigh-highs were revealed.

Taking it all in, John gulped at her sexy display. The seductive brunette returned his silent compliment with a flirty sparkle in her smiling eyes.

Summer, though, she had no problem with telling Christina exactly what she thought. "God, girl, you are gorgeous...just ravishingly gorgeous. If anybody gets to see your legs like that tonight...wow," she grinned, gently running her fingertips along the top band of the stockings.

When Christina felt Summer's electric touch move beyond the lacy border and onto the bare skin of her upper thigh, she visibly shivered.

"Beautiful," Summer smiled, staring into her eyes.

Christina was so taken by the moment that she didn't even realize she was holding her dress up nearly to her panties, which, as it happened, were resting demurely in her suitcase.

Though Summer and John weren't aware that she was totally nude beneath her dress, she was already wildly turned on by the mere thought of it. She hadn't gone bare for a night out since before she was married, and she felt a thrill knowing both she and Summer would have absolutely nothing protecting them against any ambitiously roaming hands.

Oh yes, she definitely knew that Summer had chosen to go without panties too; her slinky sheath left no doubt. Besides the obvious lack of even a g-string bulge interrupting the smooth, flowing lines of her perfect ass, she could easily see Summer's golden skin and deep crevice simply by glancing down the back of her dress.

She imagined how they would look dancing together, and how it would feel to hold Summer in her arms on the dance floor...caressing the amazing girl's bare, silky back...sneaking her hands inside the enticing silver slip...cupping and squeezing those warm, lush curves.

In her mind's eye she was holding Summer's bare, beautiful ass in her hands, then she imagined John wrapping his arms around her from behind...pressing his hips against her dancing bottom...hotly whispering "Christina" in her ear...lifting her dress and sliding his incredible cock into...

'God,' she thought, suddenly realizing how wet she had become.

She returned to the present when she felt Summer's warm breath on her bare thigh, only inches from her pussy. Having knelt to get a better view of the raven-haired beauty's sinfully decorated legs, Summer was looking up at her with a sweet little smile while gently tugging her black dress back down into place.

Christina couldn't tell for sure, but she suspected and even hoped that Summer had taken a peek at her naked pussy before pulling her dress back down.

She also hoped that Summer liked what she saw.

Christina had shaved her pussy that evening, using as her inspiration the view she'd gotten of Summer's gorgeous sex on the plane. Summer's pussy was truly beautiful to her, and she wanted hers to look the same. Though her pubic hair was black while Summer's was auburn, she felt that their pouting labia were very similar in appearance, so her overall look could be similar too.

"Ladies, are we ready?" asked John, warmly grinning as he offered each woman an arm.

"I'm not sure if I really am ready, but let's go find out," Christina smiled, hooking her arm through his.

"Just have fun tonight. That's all you need to do," Summer said, surprising and igniting Christina with a soft, sexy kiss on the lips before hooking her arm through John's other arm.

As they walked out together, Christina sassily kicked the door closed behind them; the sound of that door slamming shut felt like blessed release to her, as if a sad chapter of her life had formally come to an end. Strolling arm-in-arm down the hallway, she felt freedom reaching out to her when the elevator doors opened with an inviting 'ding' before they could even press the button.

When she noticed a subtle blush of Summer's sweet scent, she felt a chill of excitement race up her spine.

"Looks like tonight can hardly stand to wait even another moment for us," Summer said, smiling as the elevator seemed to anticipate and welcome their arrival.

Standing together in the elevator, Summer glanced at Christina's reflection in the mirrored paneling.

Christina was staring at her, and slow smiles spread across their faces.

Reaching out to press the button for the lobby, John paused to quip, "Going down, ladies?"

"Definitely," said Christina, giving Summer a smoky grin while sexily biting her lip.

Returning Christina's grin as John hit the button, the tip of Summer's tongue slipped between her shining white teeth.

Christina sighed anxiously. She was already dripping down her thighs.

~ ~ ~

"I found this place a couple of years ago during some business seminar," said Christina. "I liked it a lot, and I thought this would be a good way to ease into our night out together. It's quiet, it's very sexy, and as long as you don't mind things a bit on the spicy side the food is really good. They also have music and dancing here, though nothing too rowdy and crazy."

"Saving rowdy and crazy for later, that's the plan, huh?" Summer smiled, hooking arms with Christina.

"Something like that, as long as my nerves hold up. Summer, I have to tell you, I'm really nervous."

"No reason to be," John said, gently rubbing their backs. "You're with friends here, and all we want is for you to have some fun."

"Yes, John, and that's why I'm nervous. I was on the plane with you, remember? I've seen Summer's idea of fun," she said, turning to give him a knowing smirk.

Summer leaned into her, and in a sexy whisper purred in her ear, "You didn't just see it, you touched it too, and you were about to taste it."

A shudder went through Christina, then her knees nearly buckled when Summer gave her earlobe a playful nip.

They were standing before a small house on a quiet side street. The place had been converted into a restaurant called 'MV,' according to the black and red neon sign blinking intermittently over the solid black door. There were black wrought iron accents everywhere, and black lattice work completed the covered front porch.

Even from the sidewalk they could hear ominously exotic tribal music emanating from the forbidding house.

"Sounds like seduction, doesn't it?" grinned Christina, her eyes glowing.

"Shall we?" answered John. Wrapping his arms around their waists, he walked them through the black lattice archway overhanging the wrought iron fencing.

A few moments later they were seated at a cozy table inside the very dark restaurant, with only a scant few blood red track lights offering a spooky, pagan illumination to the room. In the center of their bare black table sat a large, cylindrical candle holder made of red glass. Covered in waxy black netting, it cast a constantly shifting crimson light upon them, leaving their faces glowing eerily amid the flickering shadows.

John said, "Okay, I'm going to have to agree with you about this place. High marks on the sexy scale. So what does 'MV' stand for? Did you ever ask?"

"It stands for 'Midnight Voodoo,' which is the real name," said Christina.

Summer grinned at the willowy brunette. "Babe, with your long, silky black hair, your lush, blood red lips, your perfect alabaster skin and that positively wicked black dress, you look like you were born for this. They must've had you in mind when they named the place."

Christina gave Summer a small smile. "Though I may look the part tonight, I sure don't feel it. This place actually scares me a little, but I thought it would be perfect for us, especially since you mentioned wanting to look for a 'voodoo place' sometime during your visit to the French Quarter."

John smirked at Summer, who merely smiled before turning back to Christina.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" she asked, having caught the loaded look John gave Summer.

"Let's just say that voodoo already came looking for her," said John, pointedly glancing at Summer's necklace.

"John, please," Summer said, a note of caution in her voice.

Watching the two of them, Christina again noticed the strange feeling of disquiet that had been growing in her from the time they'd all first sat down at the table. She took a deep breath and said, "Summer, the way your hair is shining tonight...your incredible breasts...your whole body...pardon my French, but you look absolutely fucking amazing. My god, you're literally glowing. I just have to say this: You are the sexiest and most impossibly beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Wordlessly losing herself in the flickering light, Summer stared intently at the candle.

Christina continued, "It's more than that, though. I don't quite know how to put it, but I think what I'm trying to say is...Summer, you almost don't seem real. I don't mean like fake boobs or anything; yours are obviously natural. What I mean is, god, it's like...it's like you're not even the same as us."

She turned to John. "Am I being crazy here? You can feel it too, can't you?"

He reached across the table to give her hand a quick squeeze, and her heart skipped a beat when he added a subtle yet urgent nod. His eyes were on fire, trying to tell her something.

Deciding to press onward, she turned back to Summer. "I have to ask you...your bracelet, I've never seen anything like it before. I worked as a jeweler for many years, so there aren't many designs I haven't come across, yet I've never seen such intricacy. Also, I didn't want to pry, but I have to ask about that necklace. I saw John staring at it just now, and you weren't wearing it before. Where did you get it, and do you know what that is you're wearing?"

Summer said nothing. Continuing to gaze unblinking into the candlelight, an ethereal fire was revealed in her shining green eyes.

Intrigued by Summer's mysterious silence, Christina glanced over at John. Though he was staring intently at Summer, she wouldn't abandon her searching of the light.

The moment was interrupted when a young waitress came by to take their orders.

Alarm bells exploded inside Christina when the waitress set their glasses on the table. The girl spilled water on Summer's arm, and unless Christina's eyes were playing tricks on her, Summer's new golden bracelet didn't reflect a drop of moisture.

At the same time, Christina also realized John was wearing what seemed to her to be a new wedding band that matched Summer's bracelet.

As soon as the waitress left their table, Christina said, "John, don't freak out, I just want to try something." She dunked his fingers into her water glass; pulling them out, she examined his ring.

A shiver ran through her. The ring was still completely dry.

Having missed it in the shower, John finally saw what Christina had instantly noticed.

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, dunking his ring finger again before pulling it right back out.

His golden wedding band remained dry as a bone.

"I have to see," said a trembling Christina. Taking Summer's forearm, she gently laid it flat on the table and poured water on the bracelet. Summer's wrist became glistening wet, yet her bracelet stayed completely dry.

A stunned Christina pulled back from the table, her hands going to her mouth in awe.

When Summer suddenly lifted her gaze from the glowing candlelight to lock eyes with the startled beauty, Christina was thrown back into her chair, struck by a bolt of astonishing revelation. Gasping, she stared wide-eyed at Summer.

John said, "An angel of light, Christina. That's what the woman said, just before she vanished."

"Who? What woman?" she whispered, her eyes still wild as she held her hands over her mouth while staring in shock at Summer.

Taking his own deep breath, John proceeded to tell Christina everything that had happened since they last saw her.

"Oh my god, it's true," Christina finally gasped, unable to breathe.

Giving her a gentle smile, Summer took her hand. "Shhhhh," she whispered.

John said, "Christina, you could feel it. You even said it, and that was before you knew about any of this other stuff. Something made you feel that Summer isn't the same as us."

"I did feel it. She's...perfect. That's what it is. She's beautifully, impossibly perfect, in every single way," Christina whispered.

Summer turned to John and gently touched his hand. "Please, baby, don't scare her. What happened to my beautiful man who wanted to make sure that Christina felt comfortable tonight, who even chose this dress as his 'safe' pick so we could all just have fun together without it becoming too much for her? John, we need to get back to that place."

Christina surprised them both when she suddenly laughed, "Wait, hold on a second here! John, you wanted to protect me? You're trying to prevent Summer from being too sexy, and this is what you chose as her 'safe' outfit that wouldn't send me off screaming in terror into the night? Christ, if this is her conservative dress, I just have to see how you dress her when you're going for full-on sexy!"

"You should've seen what she had on last night," John grinned.

"Or just go out with us again tomorrow night," added Summer, flashing an inviting smile.

"Serious? As outrageously sexy and fuckable as you look tonight, this is your 'conservative' dress?"

"I did try to warn him about how sexy this one really is, but he didn't believe me," Summer said, smiling at John. "He just wouldn't accept the possibility that even though something is covering me it could still be less conservative and 'safe' than some of my seemingly more revealing things."

"John, are you blind? Look at her! Can't you see how that dress moves over her body? Have you watched her walk in that thing?"

"No, I hadn't. I mean I have now, but I hadn't then, not when I picked it," he admitted sheepishly.

"Sweetie, as amazing as she looks right now, just imagine what's going to happen when she dances in that dress. Her perfect legs are already bare, her mouthwatering bottom may as well be, and try to picture how those impossibly beautiful breasts of hers will look beneath that silk, especially with her nipples standing out the way they are. Honey, she's going to be showing everything...just everything. She's going to look like pure sex."

John grinned. "You're right, it's a whole lot sexier than I realized. Still, I'm telling you, even as amazing as she looks right now, this one's much less revealing than what she's going to wear tomorrow night."

"Well, okay then, I appreciate the thought. Wanting not to push me too hard tonight, that was very sweet of you. I admit you two could easily scare me off. Summer is just so damn sexy, and god, she's so comfortable with it. Yes, she could definitely intimidate me into chickening out. So could you, John, or have you forgotten that I've already held you in my hand? You're the first new man I've touched since I've been married. Jesus, after what I saw and felt on that plane? Please. Summer knew you wouldn't exactly be 'safe' for me tonight either."

Summer smiled softly. "He's beautiful, isn't he? Doesn't he have the most gorgeous cock?"

Shifting her legs beneath the table, she leaned up onto her elbow to look at John. With a knowing smile she took a sip of water before turning to give Christina a warm, sexy grin.

"Well," Christina giggled, "I haven't come across very many, but yes, he certainly has the biggest and nicest-looking penis I've ever seen."

Nearly choking on her water, Summer spluttered at Christina's use of the word 'penis.'

Christina laughed, "Oh, shut up! You want me to say it? Okay, fine! John has the best COCK I've ever seen. You know what else? When we were on that airplane, it took every last ounce of willpower I had to stop myself from sucking his gorgeous COCK, right there in his seat. I bet you also don't know just how close I came to marching him and his big COCK right back to that restroom. After I saw what he did to you, god, I wanted him to fuck my brains out too!"

Blushing with embarrassment, yet also thrilled with herself, she gave Summer a big grin. "There, was that better?"

Absolutely beaming in delight, Summer raised her hands in applause.

Though still blushing, Christina nevertheless curtsied in her seat, and they both laughed.

"Yeah, well, like you said, you haven't seen very many," grinned John. He playfully kicked Summer under the table, which only made her laugh even more.

Christina grinned right back at him. "Yeah, right. I'm sure that's all it was, John. The thing is, I don't think it's just me. I'm guessing Summer's seen more than a few, and she still seems to think yours is pretty hot stuff. In fact, she seems to be totally in love with it."

"Mmmm-hmmmm," Summer said with a happy smile, accentuating her point by reaching under the table to stroke him.

As Christina watched Summer's hand moving up and down John's thickening shaft, she bit her lip and said, "Anyway, getting back to this 'not wanting to scare off Christina too soon' stuff, now you've got me really curious. So, okay, how much more revealing are we talking here? Summer, you're practically naked already. My god, you look like a silver sex goddess. What more can you do? Go out with no clothes on, completely naked? You can't possibly do that, not in public."

John said, "Pretty much. It just depends on how she moves, and her mood. Even when she's wearing something, she can still be completely naked, or she can start off clothed and end up naked. Don't put it past her."

Hungrily eyeing Summer, Christina grinned. "This, I've got to see."

Gesturing with his eyes, John gave her a smug smile. "With Summer, if you want to see, usually all you have to do is look."

Following his glance, Christina gasped.

Summer was sitting sideways in her chair, leaning on her hip with her ass facing Christina. Her bare legs were drawn up and folded together on the seat, bent at the knee, and the hem of her silver sheath had climbed to her hip.

Christina was staring in amazement at Summer's completely exposed ass and pussy.

Smiling sweetly, Summer painted a polished fingertip up her bare thigh, through her moist lips.

"See how easy it is for her? Now imagine how easy it becomes when her clothes don't even cover her to begin with," John said.

With her gaze locked on Summer's beautiful nudity, Christina quietly said, "I'm going to sleep with both of you tonight, aren't I?"

"Do you want to sleep with both of us tonight?" smiled Summer, shifting in her seat. Her jerking sideways movement made her breast slip from behind its silky covering, and Christina let out a small gasp.

Maintaining her even smile, Summer allowed herself to remain exposed.

"You know I do," said Christina, reaching forward to touch the inviting, dusky pink tip. "The question is whether I'll have the nerve to go through with it," she added, staring into Summer's eyes while caressing her gorgeous nipple.

Arching her back, Summer covered the spellbound brunette's hand with her own and purred, "If you want it to happen, it will. You're so beautiful, Christina. You know I want to make love with you."

"What about John?"

"If you make love with John, I'd love to watch."

"Is watching all you'd do?"

Summer smiled sweetly. "Of course I would want to do more than just watch, but that'd be entirely up to you."

"What if I can't go through with it? Will you hate me, thinking I'm nothing but a coward? Summer, I've never done anything like this."

"Shhhh. No matter what you do, it will be perfectly fine. If you don't want anything more than a nice dinner, dancing and some friendly company, we'll be very happy to enjoy those things with you. Christina, we didn't invite you out to seduce you. We just want you to have some fun."

John said, "Christina, I know you just met her, and it'll sound stupid coming from me, but Summer doesn't lie. Ever. About anything. I'm not even sure she can lie. The thing is, she's telling you the truth. We talked about it, and all we were hoping for was to share a fun evening with a beautiful woman...a beautiful woman who, by the way, seems rather lonely and frustrated. As far as we're concerned, you absolutely deserve a fun night out. The topic of seducing you never came up, and it's not why we're here."

"Still," Christina smiled, "you two almost can't help but seduce me. You know I want you...both of you. John, we all know I want your cock. I'm saying it: I want you to fuck me tonight. Look, I know I shouldn't want to have sex with you. I'm married, and I've never cheated, but you know what? I just don't care. I want to make love with you. I want to wrap my legs around you and take every gorgeous inch of you deep inside me, then I want you to fuck me all night long. Summer? I've never even been with a woman before, yet somehow that doesn't matter now. I want her so badly, I almost can't take it anymore. Summer is living beauty...sex incarnate. She's completely irresistible."

"So are you," Summer said.

"Yes, well, no one ever resists you, of that I am absolutely certain. No one. Plenty of people have managed to resist me my whole life. You and John are the first people in years to make me feel sexy and wanted."

"Then just enjoy feeling sexy and wanted. You should, because you are. You're very sexy, and everyone who sees you tonight will want you," Summer said.

John nodded, adding, "You're one of the most stunning women I've ever seen. Seriously. You're like a classic Hollywood femme fatale, or a Bond Girl. Any man or woman would feel privileged to take you to bed, but the most important thing is that you just enjoy yourself. If making love is too much for you, if it'll only make you feel upset and guilty, please, don't worry about it. We'll enjoy a casual, fun night...no seductions, no sex, and no pressure."

With tears in her eyes Christina giggled, "You can't imagine how silly that sounds to me, hearing someone describe me as a Bond Girl or a femme fatale! Me, a femme fatale! That is so funny. All my friends would die laughing if they heard that."

Summer said, "Christina, okay, let me ask you something. How many of those friends of yours have seen you looking like this, dressed up and made up this way?"

"The answer to that would be, oh, precisely zero. This is the first time I've worn something like this since I've been married. I don't even own a dress like this. I had to go shopping today just to have something halfway decent to wear tonight. I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep up with you, Summer, but at least one time I wanted to wear something sexy!"

She was crying, and Summer took her hand. "Christina, how many of your friends know you have an absolutely perfect body and a beautiful pussy, with gorgeous, pouty lips and the prettiest little landing strip? Have they ever seen you in such a sexy dress, wearing nothing underneath except silky thigh-highs and a pussy to die for?"

Christina moaned, "Oh, god, you did look!"

"Of course I looked. I wanted to see every inch of you, especially those beautiful thighs and your sexy pussy. It made me so wet when I discovered you weren't wearing panties. Christina, from the moment I first saw you in that dress, I wanted to tear it right off you. I still do."

"Summer, I couldn't believe it, but when you were down by my thighs, I found myself actually hoping that you were looking up my dress. I wanted you to see my pussy."

Summer grinned, "Oh, I was definitely looking." Then she turned to John. "Baby, you're going to go crazy when you see her. She has the most beautiful pussy ever."

His eyes narrowed to wolfish slits as he stared hungrily at the tops of Christina's thighs, and her face went flush. "God, John, it's like you're looking right through my dress," she whispered, then she turned back to Summer. Touching her face, she smiled, "Maybe the second most beautiful, but thank you."

Summer caressed her hand. "Your friends, the people who know you, they just haven't been fortunate enough to see the real you. When you go home, show them. Be as sexy with them as you've been with us. Let them see who you really are."

Christina laughed, "You mean show them my pussy?"

Summer and John laughed too, then John said, "No, of course not. Well, maybe, if it's as gorgeous as she says it is, but what she means is you shouldn't feel beautiful and desirable only when you're on vacation with us. This is the Christina we know, and she's very sexy and fun. This should be the Christina everyone else gets to see too."

Sighing, Christina leaned back in her chair. "Maybe some of my friends would like to see me this way, and I'm sure at least a few of my co-workers and clients would too, but my husband would never go for it. No way. He'd freak out if he ever knew I wore a sexy dress like this at all, much less to go dancing. Thigh-highs instead of pantyhose, and no panties, with such a short dress? He'd have a heart attack."

"I'm sorry," Summer said, squeezing her hand.

"So am I, but thank you."

The food arrived, and their mood immediately brightened.

John said, "Fantastic dinner, Christina, and thank you for bringing us here. This place really is awesome. Once we leave here, I was thinking we could go to the House of Blues, then maybe we'll try a full-on dance club, or vice versa. What do you ladies think?"

"Sounds great to me," said Summer, "and yes, thank you, Christina. This was a wonderful choice."

"I'm glad you guys like it," Christina said, with a warm, sincere smile. "I'd be a little afraid to come here by myself, but with an angel of light watching over us, c'mon, what could go wrong?" she grinned, bringing Summer's hand to her mouth to kiss it.

Summer kicked John, making him laugh.

Christina smiled at them. "Anyway, yes, I'm definitely up for that. I'm sure the House of Blues has dancing, so I'd suggest we go there first. If we like it enough, we might not even need to go anywhere else."

Nodding in agreement, John excused himself to go use the facilities. A few minutes later, as he exited the restroom, he could see from across the restaurant that the waitress was picking up the credit card receipt from their table.

"Thank you, ma'am, and thank you...pretty lady," she said, looking up and smiling at them before turning to go back to the kitchen.

John freaked. It was Madame Charlotte.

"Hey!" he yelled, but she didn't acknowledge him. She continued on through the curtained doorway into the kitchen, and he took off after her.

Christina called out, "John! What are you doing?"

He was leaning over the cash register, trying to see into the kitchen. Turning back to Christina, he shouted, "That's her! That's the voodoo lady! She's the one who gave Summer that necklace, then just disappeared, only to show up in our hotel room before vanishing into thin air again! That's her!"

Christina rushed over to join John at the counter. Leaning across the register, they were both trying to look into the kitchen when he finally said, "Fuck this." Hopping the counter and pulling open the curtain, he nearly collided with the young waitress who'd been serving them all night. Startled, she jumped back, and John demanded, "The other lady, where is she? Where did she go?!"

He was looking past the young girl, into the kitchen. There were two cooks who glanced up from their work, clearly startled at his being there; one was a tall kid wearing a hair net, while the other was an elderly, enormously fat woman.

"Where'd who go? What other lady?" asked the young waitress.

"The waitress lady, Charlotte! The one who just took the credit card receipt! She was just here! She went right through this curtain! Where'd she go?"

The young girl looked at him as if he was insane. "Mister, it's just us three here: me, 'Twan and Gramma Jessie, who owns the place. I'm the only waitress on tonight. Ain't nobody just come back here but me, and there's no way out of this kitchen 'cept to go back through that curtain."

Christina exclaimed, "What are you talking about?! A middle-aged woman just came and took my credit card receipt! She spoke to us, and I just watched her walk through that curtain, with John calling after her. I just saw her!"

Holding their receipt in her hand, the waitress showed it to them. "Like I said, I'm the only one on tonight. I cashed your card, and you left me this. Nice tip, too. Thanks."

John and Christina stood staring in frustration at each other, then at the waitress.

"No way," he said.

"I know. No way. I saw her too, plain as day," Christina added.

"Summer, you saw her—" began John, turning back to their table, but she was gone.

John and Christina frantically scanned the room before they spotted a goofily smiling Summer leaning against the front door.

"Summer?!" they exclaimed simultaneously.

"Are you two super-sleuths ready to go yet?" she giggled.

During the cab ride over to the House of Blues Summer sat happily between John and Christina, who were burning holes into her with their silent stares. She finally looked up at Christina, whose intensely serious interrogation expression made Summer reach up and playfully pinch her nose. "Boop!" she grinned.

Christina busted up laughing. "You did not just boop my nose! John, did you see that? She thinks this is funny!"

Summer smiled at John, and after putting her finger in her mouth she reached over and gave him a wet willy, playfully sticking her finger in his ear.

"I couldn't think of any good sound effects to go with that one," she giggled, turning back to a laughing Christina.

When they arrived at the House of Blues, John was dismayed to discover the place was closed to the public due to a private show being filmed there that night.

After hailing another cab, Summer said to the cabbie, "Take us to the hottest club on Bourbon Street! We've got ourselves the sexiest femme fatale in New Orleans here, and she's just itching to lure some lucky man into her wicked web!"

Grinning, Christina rolled her eyes at a giggling Summer, then she giggled too while hugging herself into Summer's side.

A few minutes later they were standing together on a Bourbon Street sidewalk, looking up at the second floor nightclub. With her arm around Christina's waist and her fingers hooked in John's belt loop Summer pulled them inside, where she led them up a spiral staircase.

"I'm going to get us some drinks," John said, as soon as he spotted the bar.

The two girls were left standing together on the periphery of the dance floor. "Dance with me?" asked a smiling Summer. Before Christina could even respond, Summer took her by the hips and began to move. They were a bit tentative at first, until Summer draped her arms around Christina's neck while leaning in to kiss her. "I've been wanting to do that again, ever since we were at your hotel. Your mouth is just so kissable," she said, pulling back to admire Christina's glistening red lips.

Christina said sultrily, "Baby, you have no idea." Cocking her head, she closed her eyes as she threw herself into kissing the beautiful, silver-clad goddess. She hooked her arms around Summer's waist, her hands landing just above her sexy dance partner's tempting ass.

They started off with their lips gently caressing, but it wasn't long before Christina pressed her open mouth to Summer's for a long, hot, French kiss. When she slid her hands down to Summer's ass, a moaning Summer responded by driving her tongue deep inside Christina's hungry mouth.

Trading teasing kisses, they were just starting to grind their hips together when John found them again.

"Let's go get a booth," he said, leaning in to kiss Summer's ear.

Taking Summer by the hand, Christina turned and led them to a couch with a small table in a darkened corner of the room. Pulling Summer down onto the couch, she went back to kissing her before moaning, "God, no one has ever kissed me the way you do."

"That's a shame for them. You're a great kisser," Summer said, kissing her first on the lips, then on her neck and down her chest, to the beginning of her cleavage.

Bringing her mouth to Christina's ear, she nibbled on it before breathing into it, "You kiss wonderfully...." Caressing her face, she kissed her on the lips.

"Your lips are so soft...." She teasingly licked them.

"Your voice is so sexy..." she whispered, nipping at her ear.

"You taste so sweet...." She kissed her again.

"You're so beautiful...." She lightly caressed her thigh just beneath the hemline, above the lace border of her stockings.

"Someone should always be kissing you...licking you...tasting you..." she breathed into her mouth.

"Oh god...oooh...Summer, I want you," Christina moaned, unable to take any more.

"Mmmm, I want you too, baby," purred Summer, slowly tracing her fingertips up Christina's thigh.

Grinning at their passionate display, John gently chided, "So soon, girls? Jeez, we've only been here a few minutes, and just look at you two. Try to show some restraint, will ya? The night is still young."

Christina moaned in frustration. "Damn it, then, fine, but I at least want to see her dance."

Summer smiled and sat up, pulling Christina up too.

"No, not with me," Christina said. "I want you to dance by yourself. I want to watch what happens to people when they see you."

"Okay, but then you have to dance for me too," Summer said, giggling as she shoved a bemused John onto the couch with Christina. "Keep her safe, Romeo. She wants to watch me dance by myself."

"Oh, shit," John said.

"That bad?" asked Christina.

John looked up at Summer. "Are you sure? I thought we were trying not to freak her out tonight."

"Baby, she wants me to. She asked."

That was all John needed to hear. He knew Summer could never say no to someone she liked, and Summer liked Christina very much.

"Okay," he sighed. "You just be careful."

"I know you'll keep us both safe," she said, smiling as she turned to go to the dance floor.

As Christina watched Summer walk away, she slowly said, "She really is perfect. Her back is so gorgeous...her hair...those legs...and my god, John, look at her ass. It's just unbelievable. I'll never see anything as beautiful as her ever again, will I?"

He gave Christina the same penetrating look he'd given her at the restaurant. "None of us will. How could we?"

When they turned to watch Summer again, he quietly added, "She's only doing this for you. She never allows herself to dance alone."

"Serious? Why not?"

Leaning back into the arm of the couch, John spread his legs to make room for her. Eagerly accepting the offer, Christina gave him a warm smile as she snuggled in close and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"This is really nice, you keeping me 'safe' like this..." she said, daring to lean up and kiss him below his ear before trailing her lips down his neck.

"It's about to get a whole lot nicer, or at least a whole lot something-ier," he said.

"Something-ier, huh?" she giggled. "I'll have to remember that one."

"Oh, you will, I guarantee it. You asked, 'Why doesn't she let herself dance alone?' Watch, Christina. Look what's happening."

While shifting her hips to press her ass against John's cock, Christina didn't have to scan the dance floor long before she spotted Summer. "Jesus," she whispered.

"See? This is why she never dances by herself. It's starting already."

Summer was dancing in her own little space, the surrounding crowd having subconsciously cleared a small circle for her. With her hands locked together her arms were raised high above her head, and she wasn't alone. An expensively attired, late-thirties blonde woman was behind her, gently touching her bare back between the shoulder blades.

The woman was part of a large group of women enjoying a Girl's Night Out, and her friends were all cheering her on.

Moving sensually to the music, Summer's eyes were closed as she sexily gyrated her hips. With her arms still raised, she arched her back; her breasts thrust forward spectacularly, and her dress climbed to the tops of her thighs. Her teasing belly button and sleekly contoured stomach undulated beneath the hands of the blonde woman who pressed against her as if in a trance.

Bending at the waist, Summer slowly ran her hands across her ankles, up her calves, between her thighs, right to her split. Arching her back again, she launched her long, silky hair over her shoulder as she rose to her full height.

The group of women were awed into silence when Summer ran her hands from her stomach onto her breasts. Adding a sexy shake of her ass, she smoothed her hands over her face and through her shining hair, fanning it out to form a golden halo.

Seemingly unable to restrain herself, the blonde woman buried her face in Summer's nape and cupped the amazing breasts of her dancing goddess. Summer continued to move her ass in hypnotic circles, grinning as she reached back behind the woman's head to hold her in place while writhing against her.

When she finally turned to face the blonde, the swooning woman fell back into the steadying arms of her friends, and a distinguished-appearing man with graying temples stepped up to replace her in their intimate little circle.

Summer threw her arms around the man's neck, and his hands went straight to her bare ass. Flashing him an approving smile, she held her knees together as she began a slow, twisting, hip-grinding descent onto her haunches; with her ass resting on her heels, she shook her face back and forth against the front of the man's pants while her fingertips painted concentric circles on his abdomen. After flipping back her silky hair, she initiated a wickedly deliberate reversal of her devastating grind; slithering up his body inch by torturous inch, she made sure to drag her jutting nipples all along his erect cock. Pausing there, her breasts pressed against his bulging shaft, she cupped his ass and pulled herself into him. Using her hair to shroud his crotch, she brought her mouth to his erection; wantonly trailing her cheeks and lips over his entire length, she felt the telltale hot flood spreading from his pulsing tip.

Writhing happily up into his arms, she turned to John and Christina. Playfully raising her high-heeled foot like a movie heroine during the climactic kiss, she wiggled her ass and pursed her lips at the grinning brunette, who responded by using both hands to blow Summer one kiss after another.

When the man attempted to cover his cum stain with his coat before sheepishly retreating into the crowd, Summer giggled and began dancing again. With her devastating hips and mouthwatering breasts moving so seductively, she had the full attention of nearly everyone in the room, and a college-aged couple quickly moved up against her. Behind her was a young man; a kid, really, with his shirt completely open, baring his sweaty, hairless chest. In front of her was a black-haired girl in cargo pants, Doc Martens and a wife beater t-shirt riddled with rips and safety pins.

Immediately the young punk girl danced her hips into Summer, and the guy's arms went around both their heads, pulling them together. When the young girl's mouth opened, Summer met her in a tongue-lashing frenzy, their lips barely touching.

With the boyfriend grinding into Summer's ass, she pressed back against his cock. The girl felt what her boyfriend was doing, so she quickly turned Summer to face him. Wasting no time, Summer attacked his mouth with a hungry kiss. When the girl flipped up Summer's dress, exposing her bare ass and pussy to everyone, Summer moaned into the kid's mouth. Her dancing hips were a sexy siren's song quickly answered by the hands of the young girl eagerly exploring her naked split from behind.

When the guy's hands joined his girlfriend's on Summer's writhing bottom, the punk girl dropped to her knees. Pressing her lips to the tantalizing curves, she attempted to emulate what Summer had done with the previous man by thrashing her mouth around while pushing her tongue as far as she could into the sumptuous divide dancing on her face.

Once she'd nuzzled every inch of that perfect bottom, the girl quickly stood and turned Summer back around for another frenzied kiss. When she lifted the silk slip well above Summer's flared hips, the boyfriend responded by pressing against the sexy redhead; using his hands on her naked hips to steady himself, he pushed his cock into her bare ass.

Suddenly the top of Summer's dress fell to her hips, leaving her breasts bared as well.

While making out with the incredible woman in the silver sheath, the punk girl hadn't been content with merely lifting the back of her silky slip; wanting to see her amazing tits too, she'd reached behind Summer's neck and untied her dress.

Leaning down, the young girl cupped the heavy breasts and laved the exquisite nipples, eagerly licking them for quite a few moments before returning to a kneeling position and pressing her mouth to Summer's bare pussy, which she ate in a frenzy.

As the young girl mauled her bare tits while hungrily devouring her glistening slit, Summer laughed and lifted a thigh onto the wildly horny girl's shoulder. Raising her arms high, she danced her hips and arched her back, pointing her hard nipples straight to the ceiling. She was grinding her pussy on the girl's face, and still the ravenous punker wanted more. Cupping Summer's ass, she pulled her in to chew on her swollen clit. When the girl's tongue stabbed deep inside her cunt, Summer leaned all the way back, until she found the front of the boyfriend's jeans. Taking his cock in her hand, she pressed her mouth over the head, hotly breathing on it before sucking it through the denim.

The girl eating Summer's pussy began laughing like a maniac, then she jumped up and started spinning in trance-like circles of celebration. "Wooooo!" she shouted crazily, thrusting her arms into the air, and everyone applauded her. She was in a delirious state of ecstasy, spinning out of control, laughing and clapping her hands over her head. In the midst of her joyful twirling she spotted her boyfriend and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him away from Summer to give him another frenzied kiss. She went to her knees and again emulated Summer by mouthing his cock through his pants, but he just laughed and brought her back to her feet. After giving her a playful swat on the behind, they quickly ran off together towards the bar, whooping and hollering like wild Comanches.

"Yeah, turning Summer loose on a crowded dance floor when she's all by herself...usually not a good idea," grinned John, gently teasing Christina.

"She...they...my god, John! Did you see that?" stammered Christina, staring with glassy eyes, her mouth agape. "It's like all those people were under a spell! Were they even aware of what they were doing?"

"Summer is definitely not your average bear," he smiled. "Keep watching. She's not through yet."

No one had stepped up to take the place of the young couple in Summer's circle, so she finally danced alone. With the top of her dress still pooled at her waist, she pressed her elbows together in front of her breasts, and her hands went to her mouth. Looking directly at Christina, she did a slinky little hip-wriggle, then she widened the rotation of her hips and began to bring her arms up her chest; up, up, slowly higher, until finally her bare breasts were dancing free.

Summer's arms were raised over her head, and her back was arched like a cat in heat; she proudly thrust her glorious tits at Christina, who watched in astonishment as Summer gave her hips a single shake, sending her dress rippling to the floor.

The crowd exploded with a roar.

Bowing, bending at the waist while slapping her ass for them, Summer put on a once-in-a-lifetime show of coyly retrieving her dress. Once she had it in hand, she stayed bent at the waist and began doing a silly little Roaring Twenties dance, with one knee then the other shooting forward, back and forth, alternating her hands on each thigh.

Slowly rising until she was again standing straight and tall, she started moving in spinning, undulating circles towards John and Christina, her hands looking like sexy serpents as they slithered all over her body.

When she reached their couch, she playfully draped her dress over John's head before flinging herself down on top of them. Going to her knees, her ass raised high, she positioned her shoulders between Christina's legs. Slinking her way up Christina's body, she took the mesmerized beauty's face in both hands and wildly kissed her, devouring her for a full minute.

"Your turn now," she grinned, finally pulling away.

"You have got to be kidding," Christina said, still panting from their kiss.

"I don't think she is. A deal's a deal, you know. By the way, weren't you telling us back at the restaurant that Summer couldn't possibly get more naked in public than she already was? I believe she is in fact more naked now," John smirked.

"You two can't seriously expect me to go out there now, not after that performance. There's no point in even trying," said Christina, feeling nothing but pure, all-consuming lust as she gazed upon Summer's angelic face and completely nude body.

"Of course we do," smiled Summer, leaning in to kiss her again. They both moaned through their kiss when Summer slid a hand up Christina's stomach to squeeze her breast through her thin dress. Christina responded by arching her back and swirling her hands down Summer's sides, until her fingertips were caressing Summer's bare, perfect ass. Lingering there, savoring the smooth, silky skin, she delicately explored those inviting curves before slipping into her amazing woman's exquisite crevice.

John noticed what Christina was doing, and he saw Summer's ass respond with its usual wiggling welcome whenever friendly visitors came calling.

Laughing, he squeezed his arms tightly around Christina, telling her, "Just a little word to the wise, beautiful. While Summer's entire body is a never-ending erogenous zone, you need to know that her ass is her number one favorite thing. Touching her ass the way you are now, it turns her on more than practically anything else you could possibly do. So unless you're prepared to deal with a fully aroused Summer, and I don't think you are, I suggest you move your hands. Otherwise, she is going to make love to you, right here, right now. If she does that...Christina, I promise you, nothing in your life has prepared you for what will happen if Summer turns herself loose on you, especially in this crazy place. I'm telling you, the solo dance is your safe play."

"Maybe I don't want the safe play," whispered Christina, though she cautiously pulled her hands back to where she was only subtly tracing her fingertips through Summer's ass.

Raising her head, Summer gave Christina a tender smile. "If you really do want to make love with me, let's go somewhere more private, where I won't get us arrested. Not here, in the middle of a dance club. John's right. You just don't realize how turned on you've made me, or what will happen to you if you allow me to take you. Baby, you have a husband and a whole other life back home. We need to stop this now, before you lose control of who you are. Please, dance for me."

Summer then said to John, "Now you really do need to protect her. Go. Dance with her. She's not ready yet to dance for us by herself, and you need to take her away from me before it's too late. I want her too much now. This isn't safe for her here. Go."

Hopping from the couch, Summer pulled Christina and John with her. Christina started to protest, only to be cut short by her own delighted peals of laughter when John literally swept her into his arms and carried her off to the dance floor.

Slipping her dress back on, Summer returned to the couch to watch them. Like a panther eyeing her prey, she intently followed their every move, patiently waiting.

Out on the dance floor, John set Christina down. She kept her arms around his neck, and as they began a slow dance together she said, "I suppose I should be thanking you right now, so why do I feel like cursing you for denying me what was about to be the most exciting moment of my life?"

"You're welcome," he grinned.

She playfully punched him. "You're that sure you did me a favor, huh?"

"Of a sort, yes. Absolutely."

"Okay then, explain something to me. Why is it okay for you to love her, which you obviously do, and why is it okay for you to be able to experience making love with her, yet I need protecting from her?"

John gave her a penetrating stare.

Christina tried to hold his gaze, but couldn't. "Damn it," she said, starting to cry against his chest.

Letting her cry, he simply held her, soothing her with his hands.

"I'm sorry I'm such a dork," she sobbed, genuinely disappointed with herself.

"Christina, you're not a dork. This would be overwhelming for anybody. It's Summer."

"John, it's not just Summer. I'm such a coward that I can't even look into your eyes without chickening out. Still, I want to know why I need protecting from Summer, yet you don't?"

"Christina, what I was trying to tell you, and what Summer was warning you, is that you do need protection, though not from Summer. C'mon, you saw what happened to those people who tried to dance with her. Like you said, they weren't even aware of what they were doing. Once she let them touch her, they lost their minds. You also saw what happened in that restaurant tonight, the same as I did. You obviously know more about her necklace, her bracelet and my ring than you're letting on. When I told you the 'angel of light' story, you said, 'It's true.' Even though no one had said a word to you about any of it, you were already sensing that there's something very different about Summer. 'Too perfectly beautiful,' even 'not real,' you said. You know what her necklace means, so tell me."

Christina looked up and with no hesitation said, "It means 'love,' though not in our language, and a mortal woman cannot have such a thing. John, only spirit beings - angels - are supposed to carry that symbol. Her necklace, her bracelet, your ring...they're not natural. I don't mean they're fake, either. I mean no human made them. I don't know what they are, but you know what I'm saying, and I'm just too scared to say it. Same thing with that Charlotte lady, or whatever she is, and you're too scared to say it too."

John said, "Okay, so we agree, but you know Summer is nothing but good, and you have nothing to fear from her, right? That's part of what you can feel, isn't it? I know Summer really is pure love."

"An 'angel of light' is how you put it," Christina added.

"Yes, and she is."

"John, I know she is. That's what I was trying to say at dinner. She's so good, I could literally feel I was in the presence of something extraordinary."

John studied her, debating whether to say it, until finally he decided to tell her. "Something extraordinary, huh? Christina, before we left for this trip, Dave told me about something that happened to him the night we all got back together in Cozumel. He said that when Summer first hugged him and they cried together, he felt like he was in the presence of God. She passed something from her body, right into his heart. He said he could physically feel it; it was that unmistakable. He said she 'gave herself' to him. She gave him love."

"John, didn't you see what she did to me at dinner? She practically punched me in the chest, without lifting a hand or saying a word. She was telling me. She even showed me, in her eyes. That's why I don't understand what you're telling me now. We agree that she's nothing but good, so why do I need protecting from her? If anything...if you care for me at all...my god, you should be pushing me into her arms. She's a miracle."

"Christina, again, we're not saying you need protecting from her."

"Then what do I need protecting from?"

When John looked at her again, she managed to hold steady.

"Yourself," he finally said.

She paused, staring at him. "Why do I need protecting from myself?"

"Christina, I know you've been watching her, but have you really been paying attention?"

"Yes, I think I have. I can't take my eyes off her, actually. Whenever I'm near her, I feel her."

"Doesn't that also strike you as a bit odd? Have you ever known yourself to feel that way about anyone before, and have you ever seen people respond to someone the way they respond to Summer?"

"No, I definitely haven't."

"It's not just you, Christina. Summer changes people. I almost think that's why she's here."

"Meaning she really is love...an angel of love."

"Do you have any other explanation? I always knew there was something very special about her. Jake, Dave and Aaron, they knew right away too, and so did you. Now, with what's happened here, maybe it wasn't a coincidence that we all just sort of naturally started calling her 'angel.'"

"Okay, let's put that aside for the moment. Why do I need protecting from myself?"

"Christina, I've seen Summer make love. I've felt it. I've experienced her passion, and it's only growing. I'm telling you, it's something you've never imagined. If you let Summer love you, it will change you forever. You won't be this Christina anymore. You won't recognize the person you've been all these years, and you won't be truly able to go home again. Sweetie, we can't do that to you. We can't just decide to change you. Before you take that step, you need to know what it would mean, and it's a decision only you can make. Myself, Dave and Aaron, we were given this miracle, and we didn't have any choice but to fall in love with her. You, though, you do have a choice, and you're already married. It wouldn't be right for us to force such a huge change in your life, then just walk away."

"John, why are you assuming that I don't want this huge change? How much clearer do I have to be? I'm unhappy in my marriage and unhappy with my life. Honey, open your eyes. Unless I'm sadly mistaken, you and I are going to end up in bed together tonight, making love. For the first time since I've been married I'm going to give my body to another man, and to Summer too. Whatever's going on here with you, with Summer, with everything, it's obvious that for some reason she's chosen me to be included in it. I mean, c'mon, meeting you and Summer couldn't be a coincidence, not now. Maybe she was sent to me? Is there some rule that says four people is the limit for angels? You and your friends received her gift, so why can't she be my miracle too?"

Burying her face in his neck, she broke down in tears again.

"We're not assuming you don't want to change your life," John said, tenderly caressing her hair. "We're saying we can't force it on you. From everything you're telling me, I can guarantee you this: What you'll experience if you surrender to Summer will change you so completely that you won't be able to look at your husband or your old life the same way ever again. How can we do that to you? Christina, we're not guessing at this...we know."

"Baby, maybe that's not necessarily a bad thing," smiled Summer, having decided that she'd listened and observed long enough. Slipping into their arms to join them in a three-way hug, she said, "Christina, John is right. If we make love to you, and I do mean we, because John is very much a part of this, it will change you. It changes me, every time. My passion truly is growing. Even my body is changing, and most of all my heart is changing. I constantly want to make love now...complete love. I want to give it everything I have, inside and out, holding nothing back. That's what John is talking about."

John gently cradled Christina's beautiful face. "You've never seen someone surrender to passion the way Summer does. She will devastate you. Believe me, she will absolutely ruin you."

"Have I ruined you, John?" asked Summer, reaching up to stroke his chin.

"No, Summer, but—"

"What about Jake, or Aaron and David? Do you think I've ruined them?"

"Summer, no, of course not."

"What about Alexei? Do you think I ruined him?"

"Quite the opposite. Jake says you completely transformed that kid. You built him up and set him free."

"John, maybe Alexei just needed someone to show him. I think he's happier now, even though he doesn't get to see me anymore."

"Okay, so what are you saying about Christina?"

"John, all I'm saying is maybe the change that will come over her won't necessarily be a bad thing. True, she won't see her husband or her old life the same way anymore, but that might be a benefit. Maybe she'll be able to love her husband more than she ever has before, and he'll be able to make her happy. Or maybe she'll come to see him as a waste of her life, and she'll make the decision to leave him, setting herself free to find real love. Maybe, just maybe, our time with her won't be limited to tonight and tomorrow. Who knows, maybe she'll even fall in love with a warm, sexy, truly wonderful man; someone like...you. Baby, maybe she's meant to be a part of us, and these are only the first moments of a beautiful forever we'll share with her."

Christina's heart soared, and she wept with joy. Praying for Summer's vision to come true, she was filled with adoration even as she was blessed by the gift of hope.

Summer touched Christina's startlingly beautiful face, and while looking into her eyes she continued speaking to John. "I don't know what the change will end up meaning to her life, but I don't think we should assume it'll be bad. Also, she's right about all of us coming together the way we have. I can feel it in my heart that it wasn't a coincidence. I don't think we can deny that whatever happens, yes, we were meant to be with her."

With a slow smile playing on his lips, John looked at Summer. Stepping behind Christina to use her as a shield, he said, "So what you're saying is I should march the two of you right back to that couch, and Christina needs to explore your perfect ass some more."

Summer gave him a cute smirk. "I bet you'd just love that, wouldn't you?"

"I know I sure would," grinned Christina. "By the way, do I have a vote here?"

Summer hugged her and said, "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. You're right, we've been talking about you like you're not even here, planning your life for you and everything. Of course you have a vote. You just tell us what you want to do, and we'll do it."

Gently tickling Christina in the ribs, John said, "Well, if I have a vote, I still think it's pretty crappy that Christina here got to weasel out of her agreement to dance for us. I was really looking forward to watching such a gorgeous woman put on a sinfully sexy performance."

Guffawing, Christina punched him in the shoulder. "Oh, bite me!" she laughed. "You know what? I'm a woman of my word, and I don't weasel out of anything. You two, get your sexy asses back over to that couch. You're damn right I'm going to dance for you, and once I'm finished I may just have to come over there and show you both a thing or two!"

Despite her classy, very tight dress, Christina kicked John in the butt. "Scoot, mister! You too, Little Miss Touchy Ass! Get a move on! Go!" Taking a full wind-up, she laid into Summer's ass with a huge swat.

Yelping, Summer jumped a foot in the air, and with her hands covering her bottom she ran giggling to the couch. Arriving a moment later, John stretched out to assume the same supportive position he'd provided for Christina. When Summer leaned back against him, he wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands on her tummy. Happily snuggling into his warm embrace, she reached behind his head to pull him down for a loving nuzzle. Her other hand went to her breast, which she began touching through her dress. Dropping one foot to the floor while keeping her knees raised, her little dress slid all the way up to her hips, fully exposing her pussy.

Turning to look back at them from the edge of the dance floor, a giggling Christina mouthed, "Wow!"

Summer responded by spreading her legs and blowing Christina a kiss.

Shooting them a flirty grin, Christina flipped up the bottom of her dress, sexily flashing her naked pussy. She slipped two fingers between her wet folds, teasingly caressing her pouting lips before pushing into her silky depths. Pulling out after only a few strokes, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked it clean. Then, turning around, she did the same thing with the back of her dress, flipping it up and slipping two fingers into her pussy from behind as she flashed them her smooth, heart-shaped, snow white ass.

Watching Christina's provocative performance, John ran one hand to Summer's pussy, the other to the tie behind her neck. He gave it a tug, and the straps fell to her breasts. Moving the loose silk aside, he began stroking both her moist, naked slit and her bare nipples.

When Christina turned back around to face them, she saw John's fingers slipping into Summer's thoroughly drenched pussy, and something snapped inside her. Moaning with desire, unable to stop herself, she pulled her dress all the way up to her waist. With her glistening lips on open display, she spread her legs and began moving to the music. Running her hands all over her sexy thighs, she started a rhythmic writhing of her hips and shoulders; raising her arms above her head, she added a pagan elegance to her sensual dance of seduction.

Summer clapped and hooted when Christina brought a hand down over her breasts, stopping briefly to tug on her nipple through the material. With one arm still doing a sexy wave over her head, she slid her other hand between her legs to touch herself. Initially covering her pussy, she trailed her fingertips up to her hip, giving John and Summer a clear view of her jet black landing strip and bare, moist lips. When she again slid her pussy-soaked fingers into her mouth, Summer gave her an Arsenio Hall fist pump while laughing and shouting, "Woof, woof, woof!"

Christina laughed over Summer's enthusiasm, but her laughter turned to shock and excitement when she felt a pair of hands sliding around her waist, accompanied by a very male thrusting against her exposed bottom.

Turning to face her new dance partner, she was pleased to discover a rugged-looking jock type sporting a rampant bulge and an inviting smile. Throwing caution to the wind, she draped her arms around his neck and ground her naked pussy against the hard shaft she'd felt pushing into her soft, pillowy bottom.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" he asked, sliding his hands to her hips.

"Summer," Christina said mischievously, thoroughly loving the idea.

"Neal," he smiled.

"My, that's very forward of you, but since you insist," she said, returning his smile. Kneeling before him, she began moving her hands in teasing circles on his upper thighs, until she was stroking the hard shaft that ran diagonally across his groin.

"Is this because of me?" she grinned, caressing his length.

"Baby, who else would it be for?"

"Oh, I don't know, it seems to me that this lovely cock was already hard by the time you pushed it into my ass," she smirked, continuing to trace the outline of his bulge with her fingertips.

"Of course it was already hard! I saw you dancing here, looking amazing with your dress pulled up halfway! A guy would have to be blind or dead not to get hard from watching you!"

"Then it's a good thing your last name isn't Bob," she grinned, giving his rock-hard cock a firm squeeze. Standing again, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned to grinding her pussy on his throbbing erection.

Feeling his hands slipping down her legs, she smiled to herself. First he swirled them up the backs of her thighs, which made her tingle, then he slid them onto her smooth, curvy ass, and she felt herself becoming even more wet over the thought of a man who wasn't her husband fondling her bare bottom. When he pulled her dress well above her hips to caress the small of her back, she had a small orgasm.

"You seem to have lost your panties tonight," he grinned, eagerly exploring every beautiful inch of her breathtaking nudity.

"Mmmm-hmmm, I sure have. Doesn't it feel good?" she purred, wetting the front of his pants with her naked pussy.

When she felt his hands spreading her ass to reveal not only her pink cunt but also her virgin star, she moaned into his neck. His fingertips pawed at her tender lips, making her pussy gape wide open, and she shivered at the thought.

Changing things up again, he returned to his original position of pressing into her ass from behind, and she wasn't quite sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. Whatever she was feeling, it was soon swept aside by sheer lust when his hands went to her breasts. Quickly pulling them free, he cupped her soft mounds in his palms, which made her bare ass instinctively lurch back against him.

Chancing a glance at John and Summer, she let out her loudest moan yet.

Facing the dance floor, Summer was sitting high above John's lap, straddling him as he drove his glistening wet cock deep inside her clenching pussy. Making sure that Christina could see every thick inch of his long, veiny pole moving in and out of her drenched cunt, Summer gave the gorgeous brunette a sexy grin.

"Oh, fuck, touch me," Christina said, taking one of Neal's hands from her breasts and jamming it into her pussy. She began to hump on his hand; then, reaching back, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Firmly grasping the hot shaft, she started frantically pumping it to the same rhythm he was using to fuck her pussy with his fingers.

"God, you're gonna make me cum! Let me put it inside you! Let me fuck you!" he moaned, hunching against her gorgeous ass.

As she watched Summer and John having perfect sex over on the couch, she decided that if she was going to commit adultery that night it was going to be with John's cock and Summer's pussy, not some stranger wildly humping her on a dance floor.

"You can cum on my ass...or in my mouth," she panted, beginning to cream on his fingers.

"Ahhhh, fuuuuuuck!!" he groaned, blasting the front of his shirt with ropes of shooting cum. His pulsing cock was oozing thick cream all over her fingers, and she kept pumping until he yelped, "Stop! Stop!" Buckling at the knees, he pulled away from her hand. She turned around, but he was already stuffing his cock back in his pants while stumbling away.

She couldn't help but laugh before turning back to Summer and John. Pulling her dress over her breasts, she sauntered across the dance floor towards their couch. She left the bottom of the dress alone, though, so her small strip of pubic hair and coral-colored labia remained exposed. Anyone fortunate enough to see her walking away was treated to the sight of her flawless ass and long, classic legs flexing and preening with each seductive stride.

"Don't worry, I saved some for you. I wouldn't let him cum," Summer grinned, climbing off of John to give her a big hug. "God, Christina, you were amazing out there. You just tortured that poor guy!"

Returning the hug, Christina giggled, "It was your fault, you know! If you guys hadn't been over here driving me crazy, I probably wouldn't have done anything more than let him cop a few feels and grind against me. Watching you two, though, I almost let him fuck me! He even asked! Swear to god, he wanted to fuck me right there on the dance floor!"

"When you turned your back to him and pulled his cock out, I thought for sure you were going to put it inside you. I'm surprised he didn't just go ahead and do it on his own," John said, sitting up.

"Christina, what would you have done if he'd tried to do that?" asked Summer, hugging her more tightly while planting kisses over her ear.

With her face buried in Summer's shining hair, Christina smiled. "Honestly? You guys had me so turned on that I probably would've let him, then I would've jumped ten feet and hightailed it out of there."

Releasing Summer, she moved to the couch and climbed onto John's lap. Facing him as she straddled him, she gave him a long, wet tongue-kiss. When she finally came up for air, she took his shining erection in her hand and grinned, "Baby, this is the only cock that's going inside my pussy tonight."

"Are you sure about this?" Summer asked, caressing Christina's face as she watched the raven-haired beauty raise her hips to position John's towering weapon at her moist entrance.

"How many times can he cum?" smiled Christina, poised and ready to plunge his enormous shaft into the hot clutch of her waiting cunt.

"He was already so close to cumming that if you let him do it now, he'll cum right away. After that, he'll be good for at least two more over the next couple of hours. If I were you, I wouldn't let him cum just yet. Save it for later, when he can explode inside you at the end of a really good, long fuck."

"You hear that, buster? You can't cum yet," Christina said, dropping herself full force onto his rigid cock.

"Christina! No!" shouted Summer, but she was too late. Letting loose with a high-pitched scream, Christina had already shot right back up.

Quickly lifting the startled woman away, Summer laughed, "Are you crazy?! You can't just impale yourself on him! Baby, he's way too big for that. You have to take it slowly or you'll hurt yourself."

Christina was shaking in Summer's arms, laughing and crying from the pain. They laughed together as Summer rocked her and caressed her face, cooing to her and comforting her. When Christina had calmed down a bit, Summer giggled, "You're such a nut, just crashing down on a huge cock like that...."

Exhaling a deep breath, Christina said, "Wooo, you got that right. I had no idea. I've never had to take it slowly and ease my way onto one before. It's been forever since I've had sex, but I know my husband's cock is nothing like that. I can just drop myself onto him, no problem. Summer, now I have to feel John's gorgeous cock inside me. Can we go someplace?"

"Of course we can," smiled Summer, giving her a tender kiss. Giggling at John before turning back to Christina, she added, "Before we go, though, there's this one thing I've always wanted to say, but because I'm a girl I've never really had the chance to say it to anyone. Now, finally, I get to say it."

Christina grinned. "What do you finally get to say?"

Sitting up happily, Summer beamed at the stunning brunette. "So, beautiful...your place or mine?"

~ ~ ~

"May I offer you anything?"

Summer touched Christina's lips. "Yes, you may. These, please."

Standing before Summer, the nervous beauty moaned. John was waiting downstairs in the bar with Christina's room key and instructions from Summer to rejoin them in an hour, so the girls were by themselves in the posh suite.

Summer leaned into Christina, gently brushing their lips together. "Christina, you have such beautiful eyes. Please don't close them. Let me see you."

When Christina's hooded eyes slowly opened, Summer's hands went to the trembling woman's chin, holding her steady. She began with a series of soft kisses all over her pristine face; first her lips, then her cheeks, forehead and eyebrows, ending back on her mouth.

She could feel Christina shaking as she slowly slid one of the spaghetti straps off her shoulder. "Shhhh, baby," she said, cupping her face and kissing her bare shoulder. "Have I told you what beautiful arms and shoulders you have?" she whispered, leaning over to trail a dozen tiny kisses across her shoulder blade, over her deltoid and down her arms.

Kneeling, she kissed and licked the palm of Christina's left hand. Christina's stomach was visibly trembling as Summer took each finger into her mouth. Gently sucking on them one by one, she lightly touched Christina's soft stomach, continuing to soothe her.

Putting her arms around Christina's hips, she pressed her face against the sweet tummy; lightly humming into it, she caressed it in wide circles with her soft lips.

She could see Christina's hips beginning to move in subtle arcs. Keeping her arms around the precious woman, she used her nose and mouth to nudge Christina's dress up just enough to be able to lean in and kiss the bare, trembling flesh above the silk stockings. Christina's thigh twitched, and she moaned when Summer's lips first alighted on the porcelain skin. Summer alternated between kissing and gently blowing, her hands traveling down to caress Christina's warm, supple ass through her dress.

Quickly pulling up the back of her dress, Christina moved Summer's hands onto her bare curves. Smiling to herself, Summer found great beauty in Christina's desperation.

Taking the raised dress as her cue, Summer ran her nails up the backs of the smooth, white thighs, to the subtle curvature denoting the beginning of the sultry brunette's ass. Using only her fingertips, she traced along the beautiful divide of the taut, quivering bottom.

Nudging the dress a little higher in front with her nose, she watched, felt and listened as Christina moaned through her first orgasm.

Rising slowly, Summer kissed her on the lips, savoring the feel of her trembling mouth. Biting and tugging on the other shoulder strap, she pulled it down, down, down, until Christina slipped her arm through the strap. Trailing kisses over her hand, forearm and upper arm, Summer nibbled over the collarbone and across the shoulder before nipping down the back of the upper arm. Still caressing her ass with one hand, she used the other to slide up her rib cage and the triceps of her slender arm; she gently raised it, until she was holding it high above their heads. When Christina cocked her elbow, Summer leaned in to kiss and lick her upper ribs and arm pit, then the tender underside of her arm.

Feeling Christina's body shivering, Summer smoothed her lips across the soft flesh, directly onto her lover's naked breast. As she took the magnificent mound into her mouth, she slid a fingertip into the split of Christina's ass; locating the tight, warm pucker, she stopped to linger there.

Cumming again, Christina subtly collapsed into Summer, who maintained a steadying hold on her.

"God, Summer, what are you doing to me?" panted Christina, once she regained her bearings.

"I'm making love to you, and I want you to let your beautiful body go. Whatever happens, don't hold back; I want it, and I want you," she said before taking Christina's very pink nipple between her teeth, which made the already moaning woman let out a little squeal.

Whereas Summer's ass was her most sensitive hot spot, for Christina it was her breasts.

Summer cupped the breast into her mouth, tracing kisses all along the fine borders of the bright pink areola.

Christina's breasts were perfectly formed alabaster teardrops, very firm despite their ample size. Her areolas and nipples were remarkably pretty in their feminine pinkness, thought Summer, who realized with delight that Christina's inner lips and vagina were also going to be shockingly, prettily pink.

She made a mental note to savor that first view of Christina's spread-open pussy, for she knew it was going to be an incredible visual treat.

Christina had begun a definite rocking motion of her ass on Summer's hand, which responded with a firming finger. Shuddering, she pressed back against it, forcing the tip into her virgin asshole. Summer continued to lave and suck her breast, stopping only long enough to allow Christina to slip her other arm through the shoulder strap, at which point Summer kissed across her perfect white chest to her other breast. She nibbled all along the inside contour; nudging beneath it, she placed gentle bites on the very bottom of the supple curve.

Christina's breasts had no sag. There was no seam separating her breast from her chest.

They were perfect, Summer realized.

"Baby, you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," she said, moaning as she pressed her parted lips to the soft globes. Nudging one with her mouth, she delighted in the way it responded with a cute little return jiggle.

"So firm..." she smiled, nudging it again, only this time with her nose.

"So perfectly shaped, with the prettiest pout..." she continued, tracing a line with her fingertip around the entire breast.

"With just the most heartbreakingly gorgeous nipples..." she added, nuzzling the erect nub with the tip of her nose. Leaning in, she used her eyelashes to caress the pink bud with butterfly kisses.

When Summer took the breast firmly into her mouth, Christina's ass quivered as she cried out, "Ohhh, god, you're making me cum again!"

Extending her lover's orgasm, Summer continued sucking hard, and with all the bucking Christina was doing Summer realized with a small giggle of satisfaction that her finger had become completely buried deep inside Christina's warm, tight, virgin ass.

Once Christina's orgasm had begun to subside, Summer stood and kissed her on the lips, then on each eyelid, and while cupping her face to hold it steady she whispered, "You are truly beautiful, Christina."

As she stared into her angel's loving eyes, Christina's heart was bursting, and tears of joy spilled onto her soft cheeks.

Kissing each tear, Summer whispered, "Let it go, beautiful. Let it all out."

When Christina threw her arms around Summer, sobbing into her neck, Summer gently held her, kissing her hair as she purred words of love and encouragement.

Taking Christina's face in her hands, Summer leaned in; their eyes wide open, they came together for a tender kiss seemingly without end. Staring in wonder, Christina's deep blue eyes just kept softening and softening, until they were mere hooded slits.

Her whole body went slack. Finally, she'd stopped trembling.

Never breaking contact, Summer slid around her side to hug her from behind. "I've been wanting to do this all night...ever since I first saw you in this dress," she whispered, leaning in to lick her ear. She kissed the base of Christina's neck, and again the porcelain shoulders began to tremble.

When she reached around to cup Christina's breasts, the panting brunette's delicate hands quickly moved to cover hers. Cupping and squeezing, fondling and pinching, Summer attacked the hyper-sensitive mounds. As she tugged and pinched the nipples, Christina began to moan, "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!"

Taking the dress's zipper tab between her teeth, Summer's soft lips began a slow descent down the flawless back. She even trailed the tip of her nose down Christina's hot skin, simply for the sheer pleasure of savoring such a classic beauty every way she could.

"Yes...yes," moaned Christina.

Once the zipper was undone, Summer released Christina's breasts. Needing her hands free in order to tug the skintight dress over those gorgeous hips, she savored every perfect inch of Christina's body as it was slowly revealed in all its shimmering glory.

Stepping out of her black dress, Christina allowed Summer to move it away.

"As badly as I've been wanting to do that to you all night, I've been wanting to do this even more..." grinned Summer.

"Ohhh, god!!"

Having spread Christina's ass, Summer was gently blowing on her sensitive asshole and responsive pussy.

"Don't you dare hold anything back," she commanded, pressing her face into the hot divide. She grasped Christina's luscious ass and opened it wide before leaning in to kiss and nip between the soft, tender cheeks. Using her hands to move the moist flesh in decadent figure-eights, she caressed her face with Christina's rich bottom and succulent sex, luxuriating in her gorgeous lover's fragrant excitement.

Suddenly shifting her attack, she clamped down on the dripping wet pussy, and Christina immediately came again.

"Mmmm," Summer purred, opening wide to fill her mouth with the lush, sweet folds. She used her tongue to roll the delicate labia into Christina's bubble gum pink depths, then she pressed inside; pushing in deeper and deeper, pulling the lips apart, she was intent on tasting every bit of that beautiful pussy.

When she felt the flood come, she just held her mouth open and drank it in.

Slipping her finger through the moist divide, she slid it back inside Christina's tight ass and started driving in and out, until her moaning lover was humping against her hand. Lurching forward against the bed, Christina held herself up in a jackknifed position, her bottom raised high. Unable to resist such incredible temptation, Summer pounced, inserting her long tongue and three fingers from her other hand deep into the inviting cunt. Pulling the clutching pussy open from the top while thumbing the deep pink clit, Summer began probing the front of the silky hot walls, searching for the G-spot.

Soon enough her experienced fingertips located their prize, and she began a steady stroking of the more textured, spongy sex.

Christina was going out of her mind from having her ass and cunt speared simultaneously; also, Summer's fingers were doing something inside her pussy that was giving her a sensation she'd never felt before. She began to hop up and down, bouncing on the balls of her feet, panting and shrieking.

Summer intensified her dual attacks, adding a second finger inside Christina's ass while more aggressively spreading open the beautiful pussy. Making sure not to hurt Christina with her nails, she nonetheless began to claw at the responsive G-spot with three fingers.

Christina felt like her pussy was being torn apart, and she also felt a strange sensation building deep inside her. It was almost as if she needed to pee; that was the only thought she could manage amid her rising delirium.

She felt Summer's fingers touching the front wall of her pussy, pressing rather than stroking, then...what...

"AHHHHHHH GOD!!" she cried out, cumming and cumming; something was definitely happening to her that she'd never felt before.

"MMMMMfhhh! Mmmmmmfh! Yes, baby, let it go! Drench me!" she heard Summer cry, laugh, then cry again, and from the suddenly no longer pussy-muffled sound of her voice she could tell that Summer had pulled her head back.

Christina could feel herself gushing, squirting...peeing?

'Am I peeing on her?!' she thought to herself in a wild panic.

Steeling her nerves, she looked between her legs and gasped in shock at the most remarkable thing she'd ever witnessed in her young life.

Her pussy was gushing a clear fluid all over Summer's beautiful face, and Summer had her mouth open, laughing hysterically while crying out for more. Closing her eyes as she rolled her face back and forth against the gushing slit, she was simply bathing herself in something Christina knew wasn't pee, yet that was all she knew. She had no idea know what it was, but whatever it was, Summer was covering her face in it and eagerly lapping at it, trying to drink it...just completely reveling in it.

Realizing that her thighs were violently vibrating even as her pussy wouldn't stop pulsing, Christina felt her legs suddenly give out.

Summer quickly rolled over onto her back, positioning herself so that Christina's pussy was directly above her face. She continued to laugh and rejoice as the beautiful pussy rained down on her, until finally the gushing slowed to less urgent squirts. Christina's incredible flower was just dripping, dripping, and Summer was trying to lick up every drop.

"God, Christina, you're amazing! That was the best ever!" she squealed happily.

Simply unable to get enough of her lover's radiant body, Summer pulled Christina's beautiful ass and pussy right back down onto her face. Nearly frantic in her desire to devour her delicious prize, she couldn't decide whether to feast on Christina's pretty pucker or whimpering pussy, so she just kept hungrily switching back and forth, back and forth, wildly fucking whichever tempting pink hole she wasn't attacking with her mouth.

Christina had just finished one devastating orgasm when she felt something similar rising inside her again; then, like a dam bursting, it came crashing down on her. Screaming to the heavens, her mind and body completely out of control, she wailed in exquisite anguish while clutching at thin air.

Summer cried out in sheer exultation when she saw the eruption and felt the sudden splashing of the thinner, golden liquid against her lips and chin. Wanting every drop of Christina's warm release, she started swallowing it as quickly as she could, but the rushing torrent quickly overwhelmed her. With her mouth filled to overflowing, all Summer could do was lie back laughing in ecstasy as her beautiful woman surrendered all over her joyous face.

Cupping Christina's quaking ass as her flow began to diminish, Summer drank her down, until finally there was no more.

Nearly in shock, panting from exhaustion, Christina collapsed, her ass landing on her lover's chest. Summer just lay laughing and laughing while smoothing her hands over her shining wet face and laughing even more.

Eventually she leaned up to hug Christina's stomach and kiss her heaving breasts. Christina's arms were on the bed, her torso and head hovering above Summer's ecstatic face, and Summer simply could not stop hugging her; again and again, moving up and down her body to hug her seemingly everywhere, she was giggling like a child.

"What...what happened?" Christina finally asked, still panting a mile a minute. "Holy christ, Summer, what did you do to me?"

Deliriously happy, Summer couldn't stop laughing, and she just kept hugging her. "So beautiful...so beautiful...letting go for me..." she managed to say, somehow squeezing it in between hugs and kisses all over Christina's thighs, stomach and breasts.

Christina looked at Summer's face, then her neck and chest and the soaked carpet beneath them. Stunned, her hands went to her mouth in shock. "Summer, what did I do?!"

Bursting into tears, Summer pressed her face to Christina's stomach as she cried out, "Oh, baby, you did it! You gave me your—"

"Summer, look what I did! I peed on you!!"

"Ohhh god...you did...so much!" she moaned, rolling Christina onto her back. Propping herself up on her elbows, Summer beamed joyfully at her confused lover.

Christina began to cry, ashamed of what she had done. "Summer, why are you happy? I just humiliated myself! I did the worst thing ever to you!"

"Oh, god no, baby, you did the best thing ever, over and over! You did exactly what I wanted you to do. I begged you not to hold back, and you didn't! Look how happy I am!"

Christina studied her, and it was true, Summer was genuinely overjoyed. All Christina knew was that she had squirted god-knows-what all over her, and she'd definitely peed like crazy on her...and Summer was bursting with happiness over it.

Pulling Summer's face down, her ecstatic lover showered her in the happiest kisses Christina could ever imagine. She felt the joy building inside her heart, trying to come out, until with a rush of celebration she realized she didn't feel humiliated at all. With her tears of shame turning into happy sobs, she suddenly understood what she really did feel, and it was nothing like humiliation.

It was more like a miracle.

"Thank you, my angel. I love you," she whispered, her heart bursting as she reached up to touch Summer's beautiful face.

Breaking down into her own happy sobs, Summer kissed Christina so passionately that both women became possessed. Unwilling to let go of each other, they rolled back and forth across the carpet, laughing, crying and wildly kissing.

They came to rest beneath the open window, Christina atop a giggling Summer, and after covering her face, neck and chest in a starburst of loving kisses she sat up on one elbow to stare happily down at her. "I really want you out of that dress," she grinned.

Still giggling, Summer raised her hips and shimmied out of her silver sheath. When she was completely nude, she held her tiny dress up high while smiling triumphantly, as if to say, "Ta da!"

Christina stared in reverence at her Holy Grail, for there before her in the moonlight shone Summer's impossibly beautiful body, her divine pussy laid bare.

"God," she whispered, gently touching Summer's pink, inviting nub.

Spreading her legs, Summer opened her flower to Christina's adoring gaze.

Her mouth watering, Christina slipped between Summer's silky thighs; lowering her face to the tiny pelt of soft fur, nuzzling her cheeks against it, she took in Summer's excited scent, which made her own pussy palpitate. Slithering her way up that perfect body to take a breast into her mouth, she briefly sucked the tip before lifting her head to say, "Angel, I finally get to make love to you, and do you know what you're going to be doing?"

Summer grinned, waiting.

"You're going to describe exactly what you just did to me, then you're going to tell me what all that was that I felt gushing out of me. You drank it like it was the finest champagne, and I want to know what that was you were drinking. You have to tell me."

Summer reached down to caress Christina's lustrous black hair. "Beautiful girl, keep looking at me like that...keep touching me this way...and I promise I won't just tell you, I'll show you."

She pulled Christina into a kiss, and for the first time they pressed their naked bodies together. Rejoicing in the feel of their breasts touching and their pussies kissing, Summer held Christina's sweet ass in her hands as she said, "Baby, just touch me and kiss me. Don't stop; that's what matters. No matter what happens, no matter how crazy you make me, don't stop, keep going, and you'll see."

Christina kissed her again, and with a cherry smile she slithered back down her body, all the way to her pussy. Hovering just inches above Summer's perfect sex, she stared in wonder at it. "There you are, pretty flower. Did you know that you are all I've been able to think about ever since I first saw you, and now you're finally mine," she cooed, kissing and petting it.

"Mmmmm," Summer moaned, arching her back.

Christina gently spread the coral lips, revealing the brighter pink depths. "Little girl, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and your scent is wonderful. I bet you taste like heaven, don't you?"

Pressing her mouth to Summer's glorious center, Christina tasted another woman for the first time in her life.

Crying out when she felt the soft blush of Christina's lips upon her pussy, Summer wrapped her legs around the raven-haired stunner's shoulders. "Yes...yes...take me," she moaned, stroking her gorgeous lover's hair while cupping her own breasts.

Christina began to kiss and lick, exploring the inviting folds. Tentative at first, uncertain as to what to do, she flicked her tongue inside before moving up to the pink, swollen clit. Trying to recall what Summer did to her, she spread the beautiful pussy open and took as much of it into her mouth as she could.

She found it intoxicating; it was the sweet, tangy taste, definitely, and the moist scent of arousal drove her crazy too, but what she quickly discovered was that more than anything she loved the power she felt in being to pull Summer's puppet strings. She'd never considered herself to be a particularly skilled or assertive lover, yet there she was, reveling in her ability to coax such beautiful responses from a goddess like Summer.

Her learning curve proved to be very short, once she fully gave into her passion. Pulling Summer wide open, she pressed her fingers and tongue inside and happily fucked the precious cunt. Attacking her prize with unbridled zeal, she smiled to herself, remembering how incredible it felt when Summer played with her ass.

She'd never been kissed or even touched there before, and Summer had done a whole lot more than merely kiss it and touch it.

She slid her mouth down, licking until she found the smaller indentation between the beautifully spread legs, then she pressed the tip of her tongue to the tiny star.

"Mmmm, baby," Summer moaned, rocking her hips back while holding her legs open with her hands. She was offering herself in full, just aching to be taken.

Eagerly pressing a finger to the winking opening, Christina was surprised by how easily it slid inside. She tried adding a second finger, grinning when it joined the first just as effortlessly. Encouraged, she added a third, then she leaned down to take Summer's clit between her teeth.

Summer shrieked, and Christina giggled, falling more and more in love with her new power to pleasure and excite. She began a steady, hard fucking of Summer's ass, until Summer's hips began jolting up and down in rhythm with Christina's attack.

Curiously exploring everything, Christina switched tactics, replacing her fingers with her tongue. Grinning to herself, she knew she was experiencing another first: slipping her long, pink tongue inside someone's tight little asshole. Finding that she loved it, she began to slap Summer's ass while thoroughly rimming her.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" shouted Summer, thrusting her hips against the wicked penetration.

Thrilled, Christina just kept tonguing the sexy opening and slapping those perfect curves.

When Summer began cumming, her pussy pulsing and clenching, Christina wanted to touch it. She put her fingers back inside the beautiful slit, only to have Summer take her by the wrist and jam her hand inside. Watching as three fingers were quickly swallowed up, Christina was mesmerized by the bucking motion of Summer's bottom.

Sitting up, she pressed three fingers straight into Summer's ass, adding a fourth inside her pussy. She began to fuck her with both hands, making Summer shriek in delight.

Reaching down to guide Christina's wrist, Summer tried to make the hand invading her pussy fuck her harder and faster.

"More?" Christina whispered, completely in awe.

"More...fuck me," Summer moaned.

Deciding that John's cock was every bit as thick as her wrist, Christina curled her thumb into her palm before pushing her entire hand into Summer's pussy.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" moaned Summer, and suddenly her pussy let loose.

Startled, Christina quickly pulled her hand out. Having released the floodgates, she watched in astonishment as that same clear fluid came gushing out of Summer's wildly jubilant pussy. It wasn't squirting, though, the way hers had; instead it was flowing out in a smooth, thick arc, like molten lava.

Summer's hips were shaking, her perfect cries the sweetest music Christina had ever heard. As she watched Summer's gorgeous pussy issue forth its precious gift, she knew she just had to try it, and she leaned in to take it into her mouth.

Rejoicing to herself, she discovered that she loved drinking it. 'My god,' she thought in amazement, 'this is Summer's cum, and I made it happen!' She found the very idea to be an immensely satisfying turn-on, and all she wanted was...more.

Remembering what Summer told her to do, she put her hand back inside the liquid pussy while clamping her mouth down on the swollen clit.

When Summer screamed again, Christina laughed with joy, beginning to understand exactly why Summer had been so happy to have taken her to such a physical and emotional peak. Christina wanted to take Summer to that same place again, and she wanted to be right there with her; no hesitating, no pulling back. She wanted to drink, cavort and completely lose herself in Summer's pussy...Summer's ass...Summer's ecstasy.

Having no idea what she was doing, she began a tentative probing motion deep inside the divine blossom. Summer panted, "Baby...on the top, towards the front...feel for where it becomes less smooth and silky. Look for a small place where it's a little rougher...more textured and spongy. That's my G-spot. That's what I was pressing on inside your pussy when you lost control."

She began moving her hips, trying to direct Christina to the right spot.

Like a wildcatter striking oil, Christina cried out in celebration when her fingertip discovered the small, spongy patch. Giggling to herself as she petted it, she mapped out its location in her mind's eye, wanting to ensure that she would always be able to find it.

Making Summer shriek again, she pushed nearly an entire hand past her tightest ring. Excited by her reaction, she sucked her clit while firmly stroking her G-spot, until Summer exploded a second time; squirting, squirting, then a long stream shot out.

With her face doused in warm, clear cum, Christina shouted in exultation before diving right back in. Sucking her lover's gushing pussy for all she was worth, she tried to keep her mouth locked in place so she could drink it all down, but she found it difficult to maintain any purchase due to Summer's wild bucking and thrashing.

They were both laughing hysterically when Summer suddenly sat up and pounced on her. "Congratulations! You passed!" she exclaimed. Beaming brightly, she mimed placing a graduation cap on Christina's head, even adjusting the tassel for her.

"Uh-uh, not yet I haven't," smiled Christina, tickling Summer's breasts. They rolled around some more, laughing like young girls at a slumber party, and again Christina ended up on top. "You made me do more than just cum like crazy, you know. I still have at least one more trick to learn," she grinned, launching another tickle attack.

Shrieking with delight, Summer tried to roll onto her stomach, which only inflamed Christina even more once she saw Summer's ass spreading and bouncing. When the sexy brunette pounced on those wonderful mounds, biting into them, a squealing Summer playfully slapped at her.

"Hey, you! Where do you think you're going? You're mine now," giggled Christina, squeezing Summer's perfect bottom while lovingly caressing it with her face.

With a sexy moan Summer slowed down, allowing Christina to take her from behind. She went to her knees and raised her hips, opening her legs wide. Pressing her face to the carpet, she reached back to spread her ass. "Fuck me, Christina," she purred, eagerly wagging her tail.

Grinning at the beautifully lewd sight, Christina sat up on her knees and slid her hands through Summer's vivid split. Diving straight for the tempting asshole, she penetrated it again with her tongue as her slender hand plunged right back inside the blessed pussy.

When they were wrestling around the room earlier, they'd managed to knock Christina's purse off the table, and it lay on the floor within her arm's reach. Grabbing it, she reached inside.

With a muffled hum, the long, thin vibrator invaded Summer's ass. Screaming as she clutched at the bed covers with one hand, she grasped the leg of the nightstand with the other. "CHRISTIIIIINAAA!! FUUUCK!!" she howled, when Christina slammed it all the way home. Since Summer was in the doggie position, Christina didn't even have to twist her hand to reach the G-spot. Hammering away, she was amazed by the sight of Summer's pussy stretched around her wrist.

With the vibrator set to 'Puree' while humming deep inside her ass, and with her beautiful lover thoroughly savaging her pussy, Summer was a goner.

Laughing triumphantly, Christina continued to pound away with the vibrator even as she quickly pulled her hand out and twisted onto her back between Summer's legs to catch the first spray from her shimmering pussy.

"Ohhh god!!" shouted Summer, whole-body spasms rocking her as she came all over her enthralled lover's laughing face.

Intently focused on capturing every drop of Summer's sweet nectar, Christina was startled by hands touching her thighs. She jumped, but her initial panic was quickly replaced first by joyful recognition then sheer ecstasy when she felt the large cockhead nudging open her soft labia before gently pushing inside her welcoming pussy.

Arching her back and spreading her legs, she continued to drink from Summer's cascading fountain while letting John take charge of fucking the writhing goddess in the ass with her vibrator. As he slowly inched his way deep into Christina's hungry pussy, she happily moaned into her fiery lover's gushing sex. Though John was trying to be gentle, she was so wet and so far gone that it was only a matter of moments before his lengthy cock pressed into her cervix.

Christina instantly came; not another wild eruption, but a long, liquid, rolling wave.

She brought her hands to Summer's quaking breasts while taking the dripping pussy back into her mouth. Thrashing her head, she devoured the clit, and Summer began to moan and shake.

When Summer felt sharp teeth biting her ass, it took a moment for her to register that Christina was still sucking her pussy. Whirling her head around, she was sent over the edge by the sight of Christina's beautiful pussy being ravaged by John's long, thick cock.

"Oooh!" exclaimed Christina in happy surprise, when another gushing of Summer's hot release splashed against her face.

Laughing hysterically again while eagerly drinking her fill, she reveled in the clear, gushing cum, then her laughter turned to wild cries of ecstatic delirium when Summer screamed, "I can't stop it! Ohhhh god!!"

Christina realized that Summer wasn't merely cumming; instead, her entire body had been overcome by a delicious series of amazingly sexy spasms, and suddenly she was peeing.

Swallowing as quickly as she could, Christina still couldn't keep up with it; her mouth kept filling to overflowing, and she rejoiced as Summer completely drenched her face. Realizing that she'd done it - she'd caused her angel to lose control - she exploded on John's cock in another gushing orgasm.

"YES! YES! YES!" she cried out, again and again. Overcome by pure lust, she joyfully baptized herself in Summer's rushing stream; bathing her face in it, she drank mouthful after mouthful as she bucked her pussy against John's pile-driving cock.

Finally Summer was spent, and her quaking legs gave out. Collapsing off to the side, she lay laughing on her back. Christina reached for her face to kiss her, and while they were both still being fucked by John they started making out, at least as much as they could manage through their heavy panting.

Once Summer had regained control of her legs, she broke off their kiss and turned to suck Christina's clit while John's thick cock drove in and out of the sexy brunette's beautiful pussy. Quickly pulling out, John fed his length into Summer's mouth; as she noisily sucked him, she teasingly rubbed her writhing lover's swollen bud, then she spread the delicate labia and guided the large shaft back inside. Plunging in, John fucked Christina for a few long strokes before switching again to Summer's mouth.

He alternated like that for the next few minutes, until Christina pulled Summer's hips back over her face. Reaching up to grasp Summer's incredible ass, she pulled the auburn-maned goddess down into a frenzied sixty-nine.

Summer sucked and rubbed Christina's clit while John deep-stroked her pussy, until finally he moaned, "I'm getting close...should I pull out?"

Christina pulled her mouth from Summer's pussy only long enough to say, "Not if you value your life!"

Laughing along with John, Summer grasped his balls and said, "Give her your biggest load ever, baby, and don't you dare pull out when you're done. Just keep fucking her. Don't stop until you fill her up again. I want her gorgeous pussy overflowing with your hot cum." Then she spun around to kiss Christina's blissful face.

"I love you! I love you! I love you!" Christina kept chanting, moaning it into Summer's mouth to match the cadence of John's fucking.

Summer knew John was cumming when Christina's eyes went wild, and with a sudden shriek the euphoric brunette bit her tongue.

Summer lifted Christina's limp upper body until she could hold her up, then she moved her towards John, saying, "Let's lay her on the bed."

Never pulling out, John lifted her off the carpet, and with Christina locking her arms and legs around him he was able to stand and lay her on her back atop the bed. Summer leaned against the headboard; spreading her legs, she showed John where to bring Christina. Grinning eagerly, he scooted her up the bed until her back and shoulders were resting in Summer's lap.

While caressing Christina's sweet, glowing face, Summer said to John, "Make love to this beautiful woman."

When John began long-stroking her, she reached up to hold Summer's face. Summer took Christina's breasts in her hands, which made the beautiful brunette grin, "Oooh, no mercy, huh?"

"I'll be gentle this time, I promise," giggled Summer.

John smiled, "I take it her breasts are her weakness."

"Mmmm, yes, they are, though my pussy would definitely have something to say about that," moaned Christina, rolling her hips into John's cock and her breasts into Summer's hands. Summer didn't want to distract her, so rather than tug, pinch and otherwise roughly handle Christina's perfect breasts she simply caressed and comforted them. Only very lightly did she rub her thumbs across the sensitive nipples.

"Baby, you know you graduated, right, without any shadow of a doubt now," smiled Summer, again miming giving Christina a graduation cap.

Continuing to moan from the glorious fucking John was giving her, Christina looked up with a sexy grin. "I never knew women could cum like that, and I didn't even know we had that one really sensitive spot inside us. I never would've found it on my own."

"It's a fun spot, huh? Bet you won't forget where it is now!" giggled Summer.

Christina laughed, "No, but now that I know where it is and what it does to me, I may never leave the house! I might have to become a lesbian, just to see how many women I can make lose control like that!"

"Hey!" John said, mock-pouting.

Gazing into Christina's eyes while caressing her face, Summer smiled sweetly. "No, baby, not a lesbian. We love men too."

"Mmmmm, god yes, we do. I could never give this up..." Christina moaned, pulling John by his hips deep into her pussy.

"I know I never could. I worship his cock," Summer said pointedly, reaching out to touch John's chest.

"I thought that whole worshipping thing was Dave's territory?" he grinned.

"It is, but it's mine too, you know. I worship all your cocks," she smiled, sexily stroking John's as it slid in and out of Christina's silky slit.

Christina panted, "Mmmm, baby, I know I'll definitely worship your cock. You can be Father John, and I'll be your wayward nun. I'll kneel before you and take your sacrament anytime you'll let me."

"That's exactly how I feel. I'll take his cock any way he'll give it to me, as much as I can get," Summer grinned.

Moaning happily, Christina writhed in her arms. "Summer, that other thing we did...you know...the peeing...it was absolutely incredible to see you lose yourself like that, especially knowing you made me do it too. I never knew that could happen either."

"Neither did Summer, until about a week ago! I've still got the scars to prove it!" laughed John, lifting his shirt to show Christina his scratched-up stomach.

"Oh my god! Summer! You did that to him?" exclaimed Christina, guffawing in astonishment.

Laughing again, John said, "This is nuthin'. You should've seen the other guy!"

"Summer!! Mommy needs to teach you to play nice with your toys!" laughed Christina, wagging her finger reproachfully at a blushing Summer.

Burying her head in her hands, Summer peeked cutely between her fingers. "I'm sowwy!" she said in a baby's voice. "They distwackted me!"

Laughing, John asked Christina, "Summer made you lose control too, huh? Did you know it was happening?"

Christina grasped him by the hips, and they enjoyed a slow, sensual grind together, his cock buried all the way inside her. Looking up at both of them, she breathed, "Mmmm, yes, she did. She made me start squirting something, and at first I thought I was peeing. It didn't feel quite the same, though, then I looked down and saw that I was actually gushing something else, something weird, but it was definitely not pee. She was excitedly drinking it while laughing and crying, and we were both completely out of our minds. She wouldn't stop, either; she just kept going. She kept making me cum and cum, until I felt it rising up inside me again. I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't even know what was happening."

"You were too busy screaming," Summer giggled.

"Your fault!" laughed Christina, beaming sweetly. "Anyway, I was doing it again, and it wouldn't stop! Summer was laughing and rejoicing so much, I had to look down to see what was happening, and that's when I saw that I was actually peeing on her! I couldn't believe it! I was peeing on Summer's beautiful, happy face, and even right into her mouth!

"I became really upset over what I'd done to her, but she wouldn't let me stay upset. She made me understand it, and even feel good about it. She made me feel more loved than I've ever felt in my whole life." Smiling happily, she leaned up to nuzzle her face between Summer's breasts.

"The part she isn't telling you is that she made me promise to tell her what it was and how to make it happen, so she could do it to me too," grinned Summer, moaning when Christina took a nipple into her mouth.

"Summer said she'd show me, and she did!" giggled Christina. Turning back to John, she said, "That's when you showed up...and started fucking me." Pausing, she gave him a wicked smile. "Has she made you lose control too?"

"No, not yet, but I'd love it if he did," Summer said, grinning at John as he raised his hips and drove his cock hard deep into Christina.

"Mmmm, baby, fuck me," Christina moaned, then she stared up at Summer. "You want him to do it on you, or inside you?"

"Yes," Summer said, smiling mischievously.

"Have you ever had someone do that before?" asked Christina in a panting, breathy voice. "I mean actually go inside you while they were fucking you, or even in your mouth?"

"Never while fucking me, and only once in my mouth, until you just did it. You gave me as much as I've ever had," she said, stroking Christina's long, silky hair.

"Summer, god, we were totally going on each other's face. We were drinking each other's cum, and even each other's pee, as much as we could swallow. It was absolutely incredible. You made me want it, and now I can't wait to do it again."

As John continued fucking her, she shivered in pleasure over the thought of all the amazing things she had done with her new lovers, and Summer hugged her even closer. While basking in the warmth of her beautiful Summer's comforting embrace, Christina slowly said, "I definitely understand now why you were so happy. I felt the same way when I got you to do it. You want your lover to surrender to you, and once they do, you just want everything they can give you. Making someone completely lose control like that, it really is the most awesome feeling ever."

Holding Summer's hand, she said to John, "If you want to do it inside me, you can. I want you to."

Smiling, Summer lovingly caressed Christina's breast. "That goes for you too, baby. If you can let go on him while he's inside you, do it."

"Summer, when you first let go on Jake, and probably also when you did it on Christina, it wasn't like you made a decision to do it. You said it just happened, that it was out of your control," John said.

"Yes, you're right. That first time with you, Aaron and Jake, I was like Christina. I didn't even know what was happening. I just couldn't help it. I couldn't help it this time either."

As John continued pounding away at her hot pussy, Christina writhed beneath him, moaning, "I sure didn't know what was happening to me either, except that it felt totally amazing. John, I mean it, if you ever want to go inside me, or if it just happens and you can't control it, I won't mind. I want you to give it to me. Never pull out."

"What if you're sucking him?" asked Summer, caressing her face.

"Never pull out," she repeated, moaning with her eyes closed.

"Mmmm, won't David just love you," Summer whispered.

John was thoroughly enjoying fucking Christina, who was just so damn sexy with the way she continually rolled her slender hips and delicious ass around his cock, and her satin voice was pure sex.

"God, was Summer ever right..." she breathed, grinding into him. "Baby, you really do have an incredible cock. You're touching me places no one has ever touched before, and you're so warm."

"Doesn't he feel amazing? Once he's inside me, I never want him to stop," Summer said, pinching Christina's nipple.

"Mmmm-hmmm, he can fuck me forever," Christina moaned, rolling her hips and arching her back.

"Summer, I'm getting close again," John groaned.

Christina panted, "Wait. Slow down. Even though Summer says I've graduated, I still haven't...not yet. Quick, baby, pull out."

When John withdrew, Christina took him into her mouth. She sucked him with long strokes, then she pulled off and rolled over onto her stomach. Looking up at Summer, she grinned happily. "Sucking him isn't what I'm talking about. I just did that because I wanted to taste myself, plus I still hadn't sucked his cock yet. From the moment I first saw it on the plane, you know how badly I've been wanting to suck his big, gorgeous dick." Taking a peek back over her shoulder, she wiggled her heart-shaped ass at him. "See anything you like?"

"Christina, that's what you meant? You want him to take your ass?"

"God, yes, Summer. Until you showed me tonight, I never even knew my ass could be a part of sex. You can't exactly fuck me, though, not completely, and after seeing how much you love it in your ass, you've made me want it too. The way you tongued me there and put your fingers inside, you were driving me insane, so I can only imagine how incredible it'll feel to have his huge dick deep in my ass, fucking me like crazy."

"Baby, he has a very large cock. Are you sure you want something that big for your first time?"

"Might as well start with the best, right?" grinned Christina, giggling into Summer's stomach.

"You be extra careful with her," Summer said to John, then she smiled warmly at Christina. "As for you, Little Miss Horny Girl, I don't want to see any more of those sudden impaling moves. You could seriously hurt yourself if you do that with him inside your ass, so ease into it this time, okay, baby?"

"John, fuck me in the ass," Christina said, playfully growling into Summer's pussy.

Summer laughed when Christina aggressively took her by her thighs, pulling her ass forward. She stopped laughing, though, when Christina's tongue slid inside her pussy. Christina held Summer's thighs open, but Summer made it a moot point when she went to her back and spread her legs.

Christina looked up from Summer's pussy to stare into her eyes. "Baby, I want to climb inside you..." she purred, giving the moist petals a tender kiss, "...and I want to live here forever..." she cooed, gently separating the sweet lips to lick the vibrant pink silk inside, "...so I'm going to make love to this gorgeous flower for as long as our beautiful man makes love to my virgin bottom...even if he fucks me all night...and I hope he does."

Wanting extra lubrication, John slid his cock back inside Christina's pussy, where he also coated his fingers in her hot, silky wetness. He rubbed his fingertips all around her tiny hole; then, withdrawing his shining erection from her pussy, he positioned the large head at her glistening star.

Christina quickly sucked her index and middle fingers, wetting them before slipping them inside her ass. Moaning into Summer's pussy, she reached back to spread her soft, gorgeous globes. "Fuck me, John. I want every inch of you all the way up my ass," she breathed, biting Summer's clit.

Knowing how wildly Christina was likely to thrash and jerk once John tried to stuff his cock into her tiny, virgin hole, Summer pressed her pussy to Christina's mouth while holding the panting woman's head firmly in place.

"Ohhhh, Summer," Christina moaned, when the large, spongy head slipped past her tight ring.

She felt like she had a small apple wedged in her ass, and her entire body tensed.

"Relax your pretty bottom, baby...completely relax it. I know it's hard to do, but you have to relax for him," Summer whispered, stroking her hair.

Nodding her head while trying to soften her bottom, Christina shifted her focus to her beautiful lover's pussy. She almost couldn't decide what she liked better, the feel of Summer's perfect thighs in her hands or the taste of Summer's mouthwatering pussy on her lips. Stabbing again and again into the precious well with her long tongue, she found that her favorite thing was simply to savor Summer's sex by licking it and petting up and down the pink slit, just to watch it respond to her loving touch.

Her goddess's golden pussy was so enthralling to her that she realized she would be happy forever if she could just lie there and breathe into it; to be able to touch it and lavish it with deep adoration was nothing short of a dream come true. Summer's divine flower was a vibrant, sacred altar, and the most breathtakingly beautiful sight of her young life.

With every fiber of her being, Christina had come to understand what Summer meant when she spoke of worshipping.

Flattening her tongue, she began at Summer's gorgeous asshole, licking across the wonderful crinkle before making her way over the tiny bridge of flesh separating the sweet pucker from the lower petals of the tantalizing pussy. Nipping at the tender folds, she moved to the succulent opening of the blushing rose, and after lingering for an extended taste she slipped through the top of the delta to lave the drenched, swollen clit. Ascending the gently curving mons, she nuzzled her nose, lips and tongue in the sparse auburn pelt, then she painted kisses back down to the hot center of the beautiful treasure. Using her tongue to spread Summer's moist, pouting lips, she pressed her full mouth inside her angel's welcoming home.

Floating in a dream world, Summer became aware of an ethereal voice sparkling through her consciousness. She felt a sublime warmth enveloping her entire body, until she cried out in joy. Her heart soaring, she fell deeply in love when she realized the beautiful sound capturing her soul was Christina singing an angel's wordless aria of devotion into her pussy.

Looking on in astonishment, John said, "I can't even imagine how that must feel."

Summer's eyes were filled with tears as she stammered, "Oh, John, it's...she's...god, she's so beautiful."

Christina was also crying, her own heart soaring with a revelation of eternal bliss beyond anything she had ever imagined. In giving her love to her angel, she knew she had become truly blessed.

"As long as I live, I will never forget the sight of you two together tonight," John said, his hips having finally made contact with Christina's smooth, flawless bottom.

He was all the way inside her, buried to the hilt within her velvet caress.

Her voice shining like the first rays of a new dawning sun, Christina cried her heavenly song into Summer's body, and John felt it all washing over him; recalling every joyous moment Summer had given them since she'd first come to grace their lives, he wanted to cry, and scream, and simply flail away.

Summer saw him then, and she knew. She saw his tears, and felt his heart breaking.

"Let it happen, baby," she said to him. "Let it all come out now."

Christina was rocked by John's primal cry of release; when she felt his incredible torrent of cum, her exquisite voice cracked, somehow becoming even more beautifully ethereal in its anguish. Her heart rejoicing, her sky blue tears came down like a cleansing spring rain.

The last thing she remembered before drifting away was the perfect embrace she shared with Summer; their naked bodies pressing together, their breasts gently kissing, their glowing eyes speaking the promise of their love.

Their embrace would be forever.

Christina's purity and innocence: a snow white miracle of beauty.

Summer's golden radiance: an eternal spirit of light.

Anyone fortunate enough to look upon them would bear witness to the magic of that moment...

...when angels came together, and fell in love.

~the end~

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