Look, but Only Touch a Little
written by:
Aaron Director

"Relax, Amanda, you'll love it." It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the cabin - basically, a renovated barn, with a big living room and a sleeping loft overhanging a kitchen and bathroom. It was that there would be no privacy for either couple, Krista and Evan or Dan and me. Two large beds in the sleeping loft and an outdoor shower meant a full week in extremely close quarters.

Krista caught my skepticism. "We've all been friends since college. Nobody will see anything that they haven't seen before." And yet, as if to refute Krista's point, Dan flushed and desperately inspected the ceiling as Krista unhooked her bra and tugged a tank top over her head. He glanced back and reddened again as she wriggled out of her jeans and pulled a pair of shorts over her pink underwear. To Krista, this was the end of the argument. "See?" she said. "So he gets an eyeful. No harm done."

The truth is that she was right. The view outside the cabin was as enticing as the view of Krista undressing in it. In the renovation, Krista's uncle had punched windows in the east wall, where the edge of the forest stepped down the hill toward Hood Canal, a wide channel between Washington's Olympic mountain range and the sleepy islands in the middle of the Puget Sound. The sun was setting behind us, and the sky passed from periwinkle overhead to a deep navy due east, barely distinguishable from the black outline of the hills across the canal. I could stand a week without privacy if it meant a week in this paradise. "Let's go down to the canal," I said, but Krista waved me off. "Later," she said, "I'm starving."

A heavy dinner and some bottles of wine later, it was still hot. We could see a few lights twinkling in the hills on the far shore, but Krista explained that there was nobody for miles on our side of the canal. After standing up to check her post-wine balance, Krista announced that we'd go see the canal now. She invited us to put on bathing suits if we wanted to swim, but - realizing that it would require us to strip naked now, right in the middle of the room - nobody did.

The half-mile path to the canal was wide and easy enough, with railroad ties sunk into the hillside to make stairs where necessary. But where the trail passed under the forest canopy, it was too dark even to see the path. We linked hands and followed Krista, who knew the trail from memory. At the bottom of the hill, the forest gave way to open skies, and more stars than I had seen in my life. After the dark woods, the moon and stars seemed like daylight. The looks of wonder, and satisfaction on Dan, Evan, and Krista's faces were priceless. I must have worn the same look.

We laid on a small dock, mostly quiet, inspecting the stars and the shimmer of the moon on the canal. A pale green light kept flashing in the water. "What is that?" I asked.

"It's phosphorous," said Krista. "Have I never told you about it?" She explained that the phosphorous in the canal lit up with movement in the water. The green flashes were fish changing directions. "You have got to see this," she said.

She stood up and pulled off her shorts, then her underwear and her tank top. Dan, who had spent the last half-hour staring at the sky and the canal, was now just staring at her. "Dan," I hissed, and, remembering himself, he quickly looked away. "No," said Krista, "actually, you have to look at me." She took two running steps to the edge of the dock and dived in. The canal flashed bright green around her. Each time she dived below the surface, the water glowed. We laughed.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Come on in and try it!" The rest of us were sheepish about undressing on the dock, so Krista climbed out and started undressing Evan herself. He still had the build of a cyclist - tall and lean, with wide shoulders and muscular thighs. If Dan could admire Krista undressing, I could admire Evan. When Evan was completely naked, he jumped in and began treading water.

Dan and I hadn't moved, though. Dan was sitting on the edge of the dock, and Krista just pushed him in. "You're next," she said to me. "Fine, fine," I said, and began to peel my own clothes off. Dan pulled himself out of the water and took off his soggy clothes, but I felt both Evan's and Krista's eyes on me. I had been running a lot lately, training for a marathon, and I was in better shape than I had been in a long time. "Damn," Krista said. Then she pushed me in.

The water was surprisingly warm, and we splashed in it for a while before the glow got dimmer. We used up all of the phosphorous, I suppose. Then we just swam lazily for a while. Krista had wrapped herself around Evan and seemed to be riding on his hips. Are they ...? I wondered, but thought they couldn't be. Yet when we dragged ourselves back onto the dock, I couldn't help noticing that Evan was fully erect. I lost track of how long I had been staring, because Krista surprised me. "Like I said," she whispered in my ear, "no harm in looking. Just don't touch." It's good that she said it, because I realized that Dan was sneaking glances at her and Evan at me. Instead of getting offended, I arched my back and did a long stretch. Enjoy it, Evan.

We were all wet, Dan's clothes were soaked, and we knew how dark it would be on the path back to the cabin, so there was no point in dressing for the return hike. But as we hiked back into the woods, we realized that with each of us holding our clothes, we couldn't link hands. Krista took the lead again, and the rest of us put a hand on the shoulder of the person in front of us, each of us holding a bundle of clothes with our other arm. Walking so close together, we kept bumping into each other. I was third, behind Dan and ahead of Evan. At some point, with Evan repeatedly walking straight into me, I realized that his erection wasn't going away. It kept sliding right up the cleft of my butt. I wondered if Dan was hard now too, and I thought he must be, the way he had been looking at Krista on the dock.

We finally saw the cabin light shining through the trees, and I let go of Dan's shoulder. It took a split-second longer for Dan to let go of Krista, though, and I could see that he had been holding her hip, not her shoulder. His hand lingered on her butt for a moment longer, so I repeated Krista's warning in his ear: "look, Dan, but don't touch."

Before going back into the cabin, Krista stopped at the outdoor shower to rinse off the phosphorous and the canal water. With the rest of us waiting, naked and with some embarrassment, Krista lingered a bit too long, giving us a languid shower performance. Eventually, she beckoned Evan to join her and soaped him up. She shot Dan and me a naughty smirk as she soaped Evan's cock, which stirred again. She jerked it one or two times, then - to Evan's visible disappointment - rinsed it, and him. The two went inside to hunt for towels.

"Jesus, what was that?" Dan whispered when Krista and Evan were gone. Instead of answering him, I mimicked Krista, soaping him up and getting him excited. Unlike Krista, I wasn't going to leave him frustrated - under the shower, I knelt down and took his cock into my mouth. But I leapt up when I heard the door slam shut.

"Don't let me stop you," Krista said, leaving a pair of towels on a bench next to the shower. She was still naked and in no hurry to dress. "In fact, if you want an audience, I'll be happy to oblige." Dan was transfixed - to my mind, he was clearly developing an unhealthy crush on Krista - but I shut off the shower and declined the invitation, wrapping myself in a towel. "Thanks, but we were done."

"Doesn't look like it to me," Krista said, nodding at Dan's erection.

***

Inside, it became apparent that the lack of privacy was greater than I had reckoned. There wasn't much room up in the sleeping loft, so we had just left our suitcases open on the main floor. But that meant that a person had to get dressed - or undressed - on the main floor, then climb the ladder to the sleeping loft. I sleep in the nude, so I was wondering how I would get up to the loft without too much embarrassment. But I threw on my shorts and t-shirt and sat down at the breakfast bar while Dan found some dry clothes. Krista and Evan were on the other side of the bar from me, pouring drinks. Krista eventually came around to join me on the stools.

I needn't have worried about putting on too much of a show. Behind the bar, it looked as if Krista had gotten dressed. When she came out from behind the counter, though, I realized that all she had pulled on was her tank top. When she sat on the stool, her top rode up, and her ass and long legs were on display.

I shot her a look. "What?" she teased. "If you're worried about hygiene, you saw me shower. Clean as a whistle."

That was the moment that Dan chose to join us. When he saw Krista, whose back - and ass - were to him, he gaped, then saw me glaring at him and remembered himself. We spent some time chatting there, Evan and Krista being their usual charming selves, Dan tongue-tied and desperately trying both to sneak a look at Krista and to avoid getting caught by any of the rest of us (unsuccessfully), and me fighting both irritation and amusement at the predicament in which Krista had put Dan. Finally, Krista announced that it was time for bed. She leaned in and added to me, "don't be too mad at Dan. If I didn't want the attention, I would have put some pants on." Then she stood up, and slowly pulled off her tank top, tossing it casually toward her suitcase. Her breasts bounced a little as the top came off. She looked beautiful, lithe and olive-skinned, only slightly paler on her breasts than elsewhere on her body. She turned and walked to the ladder, climbing slowly to the loft. Though I had seen her naked hundreds of times before, it was like seeing her for the first time. She knew she held the attention of everyone in the room, and she was milking it. The slow wiggle of her hips swung her round, muscular butt like a pendulum. When she reached the top rung of the ladder, she straightened her legs and cantilevered her ass out, so we could see the light from the loft bulb shining through the gap at the top of her thighs.

There was a long moment of silence. I didn't even bother to criticize Dan for staring - I was staring too. But when I finally looked away, the look on his face was of pure longing. I wanted to let him know it was okay, I understood. So I gave him a good squeeze on his thigh and tried to smile my most reassuring smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Evan chuckling.

I was hoping to wait until the boys also went to bed, but they were nursing their beers, and I realized that my show was next. I decided that I would follow Krista's lead and be proud, not embarrassed. I gave Dan a long, wet kiss, then kicked off my own clothes and followed Krista up the ladder to the sleeping loft. I paused at the top, just like she did, and heard a low wolf whistle. "Shut up, Dan," I said.

"Don't blame me," he said. "That was Evan."

Krista was on her belly on one of the two small beds. We talked for a while, just like we were in college again, but I found myself drifting off to sleep to the sound of conspiratorial whispers from the boys downstairs.

***

What woke me up was actually not the sound. It was Dan's erection digging into my backside. But as I slowly emerged from a drowsy fog, I heard what roused Dan. Across the sleeping loft on the other bed, only three or four feet away, Krista was giving a loud, wet blowjob. There wasn't much light, but I could still see her hunched over Evan, bobbing up and down, one hand bracing herself on his stomach and the other holding her hair against her far shoulder. She varied her rhythm, sometimes bobbing quickly, then releasing him to slowly lick him from base to tip, then switching to take him slowly, deep into her throat. Sometimes she turned her head sideways to plant a trail of slow kisses up the side of his shaft, pausing to tongue the cleft at the underside of his head, and when she did, I saw her eyes wide open, staring back at me. I was breathing heavily, and Dan's heart was beating so hard against my back that I thought I could hear it. Though the light was dim, certainly Krista knew we were watching. After a long while, she rolled to her side and lay on one elbow, gently squeezing and releasing Evan's cock with her other hand, watching us.

Finally, she rose up on her knees, turning away from Evan. Leaning away from him, she fed his cock into her cunt. She braced her hands on Evan's knees and rolled her hips back and forth, letting out a long sigh. She arched her back and raised her chin, extending her neck, almost cat-like. Evan gripped the sides of her ass and pulled her back in time with her own rhythm. They grew faster and faster, until they were grunting in unison, her ass bouncing hard against his hips. When they reached a crescendo, Evan pulled out. In one swift motion, he slipped his legs out from under Krista and pulled both of her knees backward, so that she was laying on her stomach, legs spread. Bracing himself with his arms extended next to her waist, he entered her in that position, thrusting forcefully. She arched her back and cried out, yelling, "fuck, fuck, oh, fuck, yes" - you get the idea. Evan pumped madly, until, finally, he joined Krista in an out-of-tune chorus of "ohhhh," spending himself inside her. They both collapsed, breathing heavily. After a minute or two, Evan gathered the sheets around them, and seemed to drift off into sleep.

Sleep was not an option for me. Nor for Dan, judging from the way his penis was throbbing against my ass. So the two of us lay there, breathing heavily, but trying not to be noticed by Krista, whose eyes were still open, seemingly searching us. My heart was pounding so hard that the blood in my ears sounded like a drum. I wanted to rub my own clit, to make myself come, but I knew that it would be mortifying - any move would draw the attention of both Dan and Krista, if not Evan. I needn't have worried. The moment that Evan began to snore quietly, Krista peeled back the sheet and padded across the creaky wood floor to the bed that Dan and I were laying on. There wasn't much room, but she slid under our sheet onto the mattress, facing me. She lay there for an interminable minute. Her lips were less than an inch from mine, and I felt her hot breath. She smelled like sex. In the small bed, her breasts were pressed against mine. She rested her hand on my rib cage, then slowly slid it down toward my legs. I felt Dan's hand jump back when Krista's hand met it on my hip, but Krista patiently took it and replaced it where it was. Dan was working so hard to control his breathing that he practically shuddered.

Krista's hand lingered on Dan's for a moment, then continued its path. It traced my hip, down to my thigh, to my knee. There it rotated around, and it was my turn to jump and catch my breath as Krista's fingers moved to my inner thigh, just above my knee. They waited there, moving in small, slow circles, until my breathing evened out again. Then they slowly traveled back up my thigh. I felt my legs part, as if by themselves. Krista's touch turned feather-light, then began to grow gradually heavier again. It was agonizing, knowing where her hand was going, but waiting for what seemed like an eternity for it to get there. Even when she finally reached my pussy, she let her hand hover just over it, letting me feel the heat radiating off of it. It occurred to me that the heat from her body mirrored the heat from her lips, which still hadn't yet touched mine.

Finally, she touched my pussy. The shock was electric, and I choked off a yelp. To keep from crying out, I leaned forward and bit Krista's lip, not hard, but enough that I tasted a small bit of salty blood. She gently extricated her mouth from my teeth and rested her head on my shoulder. She breathed into my neck, still slowly but firmly teasing my clit. She quickly slipped a finger in and out of me, drawing my wetness over my clitoral hood, and kept rubbing. My whole body shook as she stroked me closer to orgasm. I reached out to touch her pussy. It was still wet with Evan's come, which was dribbling out of her. I pulled some out on my fingers and - I don't know why - reached my hand around Krista's head to taste it. I fed some to her too, and she licked it from my fingers.

She moved her hand away from me, but kept sawing at my pussy with her wrist and forearm for several minutes. It felt so good that I didn't notice what she was doing until she began feeding Dan's cock into my cunt, and I realized that she must have been stroking him. I had no room for or right to jealousy at that point, so all I thought was, good for him, now fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. It is possible that I said it out loud; frankly, I can't remember.

Dan, having been in an advanced state of arousal for over an hour now, did not waste time. He was not gentle with me. Once Krista gave him my pussy, he filled it, his hips pinballing between the cabin wall and my willing body. When our sideways position proved too restrictive, he moved so that I could roll onto my back. I put the backs of my knees on his shoulders, and he drove deeply, and forcefully, into my cunt. Krista lay beside us, still rubbing my clit as Dan fucked me. I did not last long. I cried out, this time without trying to stop myself, in a cascading orgasm. Dan came soon after, deep inside me. When he pulled out, Krista gave him a few tugs, drawing the last drops of come onto her hand, then wiping them on my pussy.

The three of us collapsed into a heap and fell asleep. When I awoke, later in the night, I realized that Krista had gone back to Evan's bed. It hadn't occurred to me to see if our fucking had woken him up. For all I knew, he had slept through it, none the wiser.

***

I was up first the next morning, readying myself for a run. Running clears my mind, and lord knows I had plenty to think about. While I was stretching, Krista came down the ladder, replaying her sexy climb from last night in reverse. Even I couldn't help but watch her butt wiggle down the ladder. "Mind if I join you on your run?" she asked. "Of course," I said, though I knew I wouldn't get much of a workout with her tagging along. She put on a sports bra and a small pair of running shorts - it was the most clothing I had seen her wearing since I got to the cabin - and we were off.

She set a brisk pace and clearly registered my surprise, mentioning with a smile that she and Evan had been running a lot lately. "With his long legs, I have to hustle to keep up." It's true - Evan must be six-foot-four or more. "Yeah, you're in better shape than I've ever seen you," I said. "And he's in phenomenal shape too, uh, from what I saw yesterday."

"You pretty much saw it all yesterday," Krista shot back.

"I think ‘look but don't touch' was what you told me," I said.

"Yeah, about that ...."

I wasn't going to raise the issue, but it was Krista that broke her own rule last night. She touched, spending a decent amount of time stroking Dan before putting him inside me.

"All I meant to do was give you guys a jump start," she said, breathing hard as the dirt path turned up a hill. "I thought it would be funny. Once I got you ready, I was going to get him ready. But when I touched him, he was already rock hard."

"Yeah, he was harder than I've felt him in a long time."

"And he was so thick, and, uh, he seemed to be enjoying it. I mean, you heard the noises."

I hadn't heard the noises. I was too busy making my own noises, I think.

"He has a great cock," she continued. "A great big thick prick. So I kind of lost myself there. I, uh, may have jerked it a lot longer than I meant to. I really wanted to apologize."

I was a little peeved, but not as much as I would have expected, and I didn't want to show it. "Don't apologize, Krista," I said. "You were there. You know how much I enjoyed last night. So I have no regrets. Nothing to forgive."

"Okay," she responded, "thanks. It means a lot."

We ran for a while in silence, and then, out of the blue, she revised her rule. "Amended rule," she said. "Look ... but only touch a little." We laughed, and turned around to head back to the cabin.

***

When we got back, Dan was just heading out for his own run, and Evan was finishing a bowl of cereal in a pair of warm-up pants. Krista promised me my privacy while I showered. With the morning sun shining in through the trees from across the canal, I was beginning to see the value of an outdoor shower. The smell of pine, the sounds of birds, the sunlight reflecting off the water - for a city girl like me, it was like stepping into a Maxfield Parrish painting. As a lifelong Maxfield Parrish-hater, it was disconcertingly pleasant.

I took perhaps too long in the shower, and maybe a bit too long to dry myself. When I wrapped the towel around myself and went back inside, Krista was sitting at the breakfast bar with Evan, wearing one of his threadbare t-shirts with the logo of some forgotten 90s alt-band on it. I began to pour myself some cereal and leaned on the counter opposite them.

Krista seemed to notice me for the first time. "Oh," she said, "you're back. You were taking so long that ...." She trailed off, losing her train of thought. And then I realized, she's not sitting with Evan; she's sitting on Evan. She had wrapped her legs around him and lowered herself onto his prick. He was staring off into the middle distance, and she was half-trying to pay attention to me and half trying to control herself. She squirmed a bit, and let out a soft "mmmm." They were fucking again, right in front of me. I just watched as Krista moved up and down languidly.

Suddenly she snapped back into focus and looked at me. "Jesus," she said, "I stink. I need to get in that shower." She slowly lifted herself off of Evan's lap. From where I stood, I could just see the purple mushroom-head of Evan's prick pop up as it slid out of her, shiny and wet. He took a deep breath, his shoulders hunched forward in frustration.

As Krista grabbed a towel and headed for the back door, she paused. "'Manda," she said, trying to draw my attention. I turned my head toward her, but couldn't quite pull my eyes away from Evan's prick. "Amanda," Krista repeated. "Look, but only touch a little." We both laughed.

"What was that about?" asked Evan, but I shushed him.

"Were you awake last night?" I asked.

"For a while," he said.

"Were you awake when Krista was in my bed?"

Evan looked sheepish. "I was asleep for part of it. I don't know how much. But nobody could have slept through the whole thing."

I walked around the breakfast counter to where Evan was sitting, his warm-up pants still in a pile at his feet and his cock pointing up, but beginning to list. "Well," I said, "Krista didn't do anything. Not really. But she got us jump-started, as she says." Evan looked embarrassed. "And I just, uh, I just want to conduct some comparative research," I said. "Just a little, to get us back into equilibrium."

I leaned into his hip and slipped one hand around his waist. I rested the other on his knee. He immediately straightened his back, and his faltering penis found its second wind. I looked in his eyes, hoping to convey that it was all right, that all I was going to do was only touch a little. And I did. I cupped his balls a little, weighed them. Then, with just my two middle fingers and my thumb, I began lightly tracing the length of Evan's cock. I looked at it. It was longer than Dan's but not as thick. The head was shaped differently - I couldn't figure out how. And the head was a deeper purple, angrier almost, and shiny. I pressed my thumb into the spot below the cleft of the head, and Evan gasped.

"You like that, do you?" I purred, but his only answer was heavier breathing. I licked my thumb and rubbed that spot again. Evan's whole body tensed. He gripped the stool below him, practically lifting himself off the seat, and the ropy muscles in his arms tensed. "Evan, honey, I hate to disappoint you," I said, "but my orders are to only touch a little," I said. But I felt bad for him, his body straining like that, so I took pity on him and leaned in to kiss his nipple. He gasped again, so I teased it a little with my tongue, just to see if he would calm down when he got used to it. He didn't, or he didn't get used to it. I realized that I had taken a firmer grip on his cock, though, and was stroking it a little harder, though I kept my thumb on that spot just below the head.

He was still tensed up, so I moved off his nipple and gave him a little good-bye peck on his abs. I was going to release him, but my cheek brushed against the head of his cock and he inhaled quickly. I looked over at it, still stroking it, and stared at it a moment. Okay, Amanda, I said to myself, you're done. Only touch a little. But as I looked at it, I wondered, I wondered. What would it? and would he? and what if I just a little? and how much would it be okay to?

So I didn't mean to, but maybe I did, because I looked at the front door to make sure that Dan wasn't coming in and I looked at the back door to make sure that Krista wasn't coming in. And then I released the head, braced the top part of Evan's shaft with my loose palm, and gave a quick lick up the bottom side of the shaft, and then I was done. Except. Except it felt only half-done, that quick lick, not really my best work, so I did it again, starting with more of the flat of my tongue on Evan's balls, moving more slowly up the shaft, and lingering at that magical spot that got Evan gasping so much, the one at the cleft of the head. And the gasping was getting to me, he kept gasping, and I started to wonder where all of that air that he was inhaling was going, since I never heard him exhale. And also, his cock tasted good. A little like Krista, I think. And aside from tasting good, and tasting like getting fucked, it was long and beautiful, and I could see how fast his heart was beating by watching the throbbing of the veins on it, and I wondered - again with the wondering - if instead of seeing that attenuated heartbeat I could feel it if I had his cock in my mouth, and so while I was saying to myself only touch a little, I also was saying fuck it, and I just put it all into my mouth, and there, at last, was the exhale I was listening for, a long, windy exhale that took all of the tension out of his body so that he sat back on the stool and all of his muscles relaxed, and I could, I could feel his heartbeat through the throbbing of the veins that roped up his shaft. And I could feel him relaxing a little, and I said well, fuck that too, the relaxing, because now I was showing off a little, so I really went to work on him, and the muscles tensed up again - ping - and I took him deep in my throat so that even his toes curled. And I imagined that his cock was like a cartoon thermometer, the mercury rising as I worked him with my lips and my tongue and the inside of my cheek and my fingers pinching and stroking and pinching again, and I coaxed the mercury to the top of the thermometer, and as the pressure built it began to shudder, and I kept working it even as it threatened to boil over, and then, boom, it exploded. It exploded in my mouth, wave after wave, and I swallowed some and held some in my mouth and the rest just dripped out of my mouth and down my chin. Only touch a little.

"Oh, shit," said Evan, finally. "That was - holy fucking shit." Articulate. But I kind of knew what he meant. I quite agreed.

There was a noise outside the cabin, though I couldn't tell whether it came from the front or the back. Shit, I thought, Dan. I had to get cleaned up. I dashed back to the back door, hoping to reach the shower before Dan saw me.

But when I opened the door, Dan was there. He was leaning against a tree with his eyes closed, his shorts around his ankles. Krista stood next to him, strings of come dripping off her hand. Both of their eyes snapped to mine.

"Um, only touch a little, right?" Krista said feebly. Then her eyes lasered in on me. "Hey, is that ... on your chin?"

I smiled.

"You slut," she laughed.

***

We went back down to the canal, though this time we didn't bother with clothes. In the light of day, there was no need to hold hands, though part of me wished it were dark so that I could lead Evan by his long cock. We swam and laid out on the dock and got a little sunburned. Some teens rowed by in a canoe and caught sight of us; when they lingered, we threw rocks to scare them off. A pervy old man drifted by with a bunch of fishing gear. We tried to send him on his way by simulating blow jobs - which turned into actual blow jobs, me on Dan and Krista on Evan - but he gave us a thumbs-up and seemed about to drop anchor, so we quit our playing and made our way back up the path to the cabin.

One thing that I've read that is absolutely true is that you cannot eat naked. And though I haven't read this, you also should not cook naked. So we dressed again, and threw together a light meal. But as the afternoon wore off, so did our hazy comfort, and things felt awkward. I found a moment when Krista and I were out of earshot of the boys, and I whispered to her: "Krista, it was fun, and I don't have any regrets about anything. But I'm not going any further with Evan, and I don't want you to fuck my boyfriend, either."

"I know," she said. "This is getting a little weird. It's getting a little out of hand." She took my hand and squeezed it.

The evening wore on, and the awkwardness didn't really lift. We raided a dusty closet for a 30-year-old game of Trivial Pursuit that went on and on. We were a little wired from the excitement of the last couple of days but bored to tears, and when Krista for the umpteenth time got a question about a movie of which none of us had ever heard, she finally broke in frustration.

"Oh, fuck this," she groaned, standing suddenly. "You," she said, pointing at me. "You said we're not fucking each other's boyfriends. Well, this is me not fucking your boyfriend." She grabbed Dan by the wrist and led him to a plush chair, where she pushed him down. She dropped to her knees and pushed his legs apart, massaging the insides of his thighs. Though she was focused on Dan, she seemed aware of Evan and me watching as well - arching her back and wiggling her behind, her short shorts leaving little to the imagination. She kneeled there for a second, her ass swaying behind her while she rested her forearms on Dan's thighs and looked up at him. She wasn't doing anything at all to him, but I could tell that he was getting hard just because of the look she gave him.

"Ready yet?" she finally called out. Dan mumbled agreement, though the way she asked the question, I don't think she was asking him. I think she was asking me. I didn't say anything. I told her not to have sex with Dan, but as far as I could tell, she was going to give him a blow job, which is exactly what I did to her boyfriend.

Krista loosened Dan's belt and undid the top two buttons of his jeans, peeling back only a pair of small triangles of denim. The head of Dan's thick cock poked out from his boxers. "Mmm, I see you," she purred, flicking it slowly with her tongue. She undid another button and pulled his boxers down another inch, laying her tongue flat against the shaft. She undid another button, the last one, and pulled the boxers further, kissing the next exposed bit of skin. Then she reached behind Dan, took hold of his waistband, and pulled his pants and boxers toward her as he lifted his hips to help her. She tongued his balls and shaft, alternating between short kisses and long licks. "Now time to give some to get some," she said, standing up. She undid the clasp of her shorts and let them fall to her ankles, then pulled off her underwear, taking them from her ankle with a flirty kick. She crawled over the side of the chair and turned mostly upside-down, putting Dan's head between her knees with her own head in Dan's lap. Dan grabbed her hips and pulled her small frame up until he could lick her pussy.

I stood up and pulled my own dress off. I wasn't wearing any underwear. I pulled Evan's pants down too, as he took off his shirt. I didn't really have a plan at that point, but when your boyfriend is sixty-nining your best friend, you wing it. So I kneeled before Evan and began stroking him, leaning into him so that his cock was almost touching my tits. When he was hard, though, he gently pushed me away. He led me to the couch and bent me over it, then took his turn kneeling. He ate me from behind, and it felt, well, it felt incredible. His tongue worked my clitoris, occasionally darting between my lips and into my pussy. Then it was his fingers, and it was um, it was um, I couldn't quite think. It was a little too much for me, frankly, and I had to stop. So I said stop, but the words didn't quite come out, I think they came out as stahhh ... stahhh... but never quite got to the full stop, so I finally turned my shoulders and pushed his head away.

He smiled, reassuringly, like he understood, and then plopped down on the couch in exaggerated defeat, watching his girlfriend deep throat my boyfriend. As much as I thought he was just being manipulative, I also felt a little sorry for him, so I decided to sit next to him. And then I thought it would be nice to sit on top of him, not with him in me, but just on top of him.

So I did, taking care that his cock remained where I could see it - that is, not inside me. It stuck out from between my legs, still hard. I took it and positioned it so that the shaft, but not the head, was between my pussy lips. They were still wet, so the lips slid over the shaft, back and forth, with ease. This felt like a good compromise. I watched Krista sucking and getting sucked by Dan, and after a while, she laid her head on his hip and watched Evan and me too, my pussy gliding along his shaft. Evan's hand drifted to my clit and began to rub it as well.

It felt really fucking great, but I was beginning to lose myself, and I didn't want to lose myself, so I reached down to pull his cock away from me. I stopped rocking my hips, but I had my hand on his cock, and I didn't feel like we were quite done, not quite, so I used the head to tease my clit a little. Evan held the lips apart so that I could rub the head all over it. But the tip was dry, and I felt like it would feel better if it were wet, so I put the tip into my pussy. Just the tip, though, and just enough to get it wet. It came out slippery, and I rubbed it on my clit again, until it wasn't wet enough any more, so I put it back into my pussy, just the tip, again. Or it went a little deeper this time, I don't know why, but not much deeper. A little, but then a little deeper even. And then I took it out, but that felt wrong, so I held it right at the entrance to my cunt, just held it there, and then I pushed my hips down as hard as I could and Evan's cock went straight up into me, with no resistance, as deep as any cock has ever been inside me, and I just kind of made a noise that sounded like hyah, but louder than you think it was.

And Krista let Dan's cock fall out of her mouth and stared at me, at my pussy and Evan's cock slipping deep inside it, and I thought she was going to slap me, but she just leaned in and licked Evan's prick as it slid in and out of me. And only a moment or so later, Dan was standing behind her, pumping deep inside her, and she was grunting and moaning, because Dan's cock is so thick that sometimes you can't stop yourself. And that was all for a while, Evan fucking me in long deep strokes, Dan driving Krista's tongue rhythmically into my clit, and me trying and failing to bite down my screams, until I felt a huge shudder, a tidal wave of an orgasm that crashed down on me again and again. And I felt Evan explode inside me, filling me up, and I opened my eyes to see Krista turn and catch Dan's come all over her face and wipe it off on the couch, laughing.

***

You can't spend an entire week in the woods fucking, even if you just doubled (or tripled) your usual partner rotation. We did swim, and hike, and run, and eat. But if I said any more about that vacation, this would alternate between boring and repetitive. I set rules, and we broke them, and I was all the happier - but sore in all the right places - for it.