Erin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was two a.m., and she had to get up for work in four hours. Five days had passed since returning from the Bahamas. The first two days were busy, working out the separation from Dmitri and getting all his stuff out of the apartment. After four years together, one would think it would be harder, but Erin barely blinked an eye.

By the third day, all Dmitri’s belongings had been extracted,  and life looked like it would return to normal… until she was showering before bed. The steaming hot water poured down the back of her neck. Her head bowed down, her chin lowered, her eyes closed, the water felt so good she didn’t even want to move. The water running down her chest, between her breasts, channeled down her belly to her privates. The resulting tingle brought a smile to her face. Instinctively, her hand slid into place and pressed firmly on the nub.

Her mind wandered to the night on the boat, when she had felt things that no man had made her feel before. Her middle finger slid lower, parting her lips, pressing against the tender opening. The tip of her finger dipped inside just enough to allow the warm water to flow across the opening, while the base of that same finger pushed firmly against her sensitive button. Her hips unconsciously began a rhythmic push against the pressure, and a deeper tingle ran up her spine.

Outside, a passing siren broke her trance, and she reached for her shampoo. She stepped forward slightly and massaged the lather into her hair. Soap bubbles cascaded down her front while the hot water directed against her lower back and buttocks. She was feeling every sensation at a heightened level. The usual urgency to get in, get out, and get her nightly shower over with wasn’t there. The water that ran down the crack of her ass continued to the perineum, then down the legs. She imagined the warmth there was from hands. The soap bubbles that ran down the front trailed around her breasts, dripping from their bases. To her, it was the gentle kisses that trailed down as he drove lower that night.

The scene would repeat itself the next two nights. She had finished her shower three hours earlier this evening, slid her nightshirt on and crawled into bed. She couldn’t stop thinking about it… him. Staring at the ceiling, her mind began to plan. It wasn’t even conscious thought. She told herself it was just fantasy, that it meant nothing; it was just a way to get her mind to relax and let her sleep.

It was Friday night now. She met Lauren, Dawn’s roommate in college and her own confidant, after work. They were sipping cocktails with mindless chatter when Lauren spoke up, “OK, so what happened with you? You haven’t answered a text all week. I thought you said you were OK with the whole Dmitri thing?”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s been a weird week. Nothing I felt like saying in a text.”

“Well… I’m here now. What the fuck is going on? Did he hurt you? Has he been harassing you?”

“It’s not Dmitri.” She paused, a deep, pensive pause, as she contemplated spilling her deepest quandary. “It’s more what happened after…” Her voice trailed off. She fought the urge to tell her closest friend.

“Ok. You have my attention. What do you mean ‘after’? Come on! Spill it.”

Erin held her breath and looked around. The music was loud enough and the voices in the bar cluttered enough; she felt it was as good a time as any. “It’s Captain Larry.” Again, her voice trailed off, but Lauren caught it.

“Did he touch you?! I knew it was a bad idea to sleep with an old dude. Did you tell your parents? Did you…”

Erin interrupted her. “Stop. NO, it’s not like that. He didn’t DO anything!” Again, she paused. “Well, not like that anyway.”

Lauren was really confused. She stammered an incoherent response, cutting herself off, then stared into her friend’s eyes. “What? What do you mean?” Finally came out after three tries.

There was a long pause, then Erin struggled to speak. Finally, “Can we go outside and talk?” She didn’t want to shout her most intimate and embarrassing thoughts over the loud bar.

The two got up and found their way outside. The first few minutes were silent. Lauren patiently waited for her friend to feel comfortable enough to share her thoughts. Around the corner from the bar was a small park with a kids’ playground. Erin wandered in, with her friend in tow, and sat on a vacant swing.

“He… He made me feel something I never felt before. I can’t stop thinking of him.”

Lauren was astonished. “Hold on a minute… You said nothing happened. That it was like sharing a bed with your father. I, I…”

Erin interrupted, “What was I supposed to say? That I seduced a fifty-year-old family friend and he gave me the most intense orgasm I ever experienced? That I felt things I never imagined, never mind even knew existed?”

Lauren was in shock. Words just failed to materialize, no matter how hard she tried. She didn’t know if she should ask about her feelings, console her friend, or find out what the hell she was talking about so she could try to experience it.

Erin looked deeply at her friend, reading the confusion on her face. “Yeah. Now you know why I couldn’t talk about it.”

“Wow!” Lauren paused, shook her head. “Wow! I don’t know what to say. I have so many questions, but I don’t know where to begin.”

For the next hour, Erin had Lauren hanging on her every word. Erin detailed how it came about, then described what happened, in so much detail it made her friend both squirm and tingle at the same time.

“Oh my God, Erin. No wonder you’re all messed up inside. You’ve got ME wanting to track down Captain Larry!”

“You could probably get away with it. But I can’t. I’m afraid if I do anything, I will either get him fired, destroy his marriage, or just piss him off so he never wants to see me or my family ever again.” Then, after a brief silence, “What would you do?”

“I don’t know. I can’t even imagine myself in that position. What on Earth were you thinking, trying to seduce him to begin with?!” Then, before Erin had a chance to speak, “Wait. Forget that. It doesn’t matter. It’s over and done.” Then she got off her swing and stood in front of Erin, wrapped her arms around her friend and squeezed tightly. “I know what I would want to do, but I don’t think that’s a real option. I think you just have to move on and find what you’re looking for in someone else. He taught you what is possible. What your body wants. Take that as the lesson he intended and either find someone else who can do that, or find someone you can teach to do that for you.”

It was sound advice.

Unfortunately, it was like telling a drug addict that it’s better to be “high on life” than to take the drug of their choice. Erin smiled softly. “You’re right. Thank you. I needed to hear that.” Then she pushed herself off the swing and headed towards the parking lot. “I think I’ll go home. I really don’t need to drink alcohol and do something stupid.”

Weeks passed, and Erin got only marginally better. The evenings were still difficult, with showers being the hardest part. Masturbating had been a regular event, but was no longer satisfying. It almost made her resentful.

The parents finally planned a fishing weekend, and when Erin caught wind of it, she enthusiastically asked if she could come. Like most parents of kids that age, they were excited to spend some family time together, albeit surprised since her interest in fishing had waned since high school.

The family drove the two hundred miles to the boat that Friday evening, arriving well after Larry’s workday ended. After a quick dinner at a nearby restaurant, the family spent the evening on the boat, in preparation for an early start in the morning. Her parents took the master stateroom, as always, and Erin settled in for the night at the “scene of the crime”. She didn’t sleep easily, or soundly, with the visions of that fateful night now fresh in her mind.

Larry arrived early, the parents still asleep in the twilight of the morning. As he jumped on the boat, the cabin door slid open. Erin tried to look nonchalant, but was failing miserably because she couldn’t make eye contact. “Hey Cap’n. How ya been?”

Her words fell like bricks on the deck. Larry didn’t know she was going to be there, never mind standing in the doorway with short white shorts and an off-white sleeping shirt that didn’t hide the shape of her braless breasts, the moment he stepped aboard.

“Oh… Good morning. How are you?” His polite cadence belied the intense discomfort of the new development. His eyes darted all around, trying his best not to focus on the tasty delight standing before him. “Um, I still have a few things to get ready before we leave the dock, so you have plenty of time to get dressed and have breakfast.”

It was a not-so-subtle hint for her to put on some clothes.

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I’ll just go back inside.” And she unceremoniously shut the sliding door. She stood inside the tinted glass window and watched him go about his work. What she didn’t realize was that the tinted glass may as well have been clear in the morning twilight with a light on in the cabin. Larry couldn’t help but notice, but tried not to make it obvious he could see her watching him.

His stomach was in knots. The image of her breasts in the flimsy fabric was, once again, planted in his brain. Preparing bait and setting up for the day took him twice as long as usual. He prayed the parents would wake up and come out soon.

His prayers were answered because they did just that.

Amidst the usual pleasantries and greetings, the tension slipped away, and a sense of normalcy took over. It was a beautiful day on the ocean, and while fishing was slow, they managed to get a few bites and put some fish in the cooler.

Around noon, Erin’s mom announced she was going to make lunch; her dad volunteered to help, since even on a calm day, a moving boat caused complications in the galley. Erin moved up to the bridge, greeted by a polite smile, but little else from Larry.

“Cap, can we talk?”

Larry immediately felt uncomfortable. He didn’t respond verbally, but nodded his head as if to say, “You’re going to talk anyway, go ahead.”

She had practiced this speech in her head a hundred times but, faced with her intended audience, her mouth went dry, and her heart was beating like a drum.

After a couple of false starts, she finally began, “I’m sorry about the Bahamas. It wasn’t fair to put you in that spot. I would take it back if I …” She stopped herself. Hearing the words, she realized it was insincere. “No. No. Actually, I don’t think I would. I’m only sorry that you are uncomfortable with it.”

There was a long break as she stared out at the ocean past Larry, realizing she had to go off script to really say what she wanted.

Larry was frozen. Like a deer in the headlights, he didn’t know how to react. He steered the boat mechanically, looked out at the ocean as he did a million times before, but saw nothing. A humpback whale could have popped up in front of them, and he would have missed it.

“You taught me so much in that one night, I will never be the same.” She stared into his eyes, searching for contact. When he finally succumbed and met her gaze, she continued, “But I need more. I feel like you taught me to drive, then dropped me off on an island with no cars.”

He laughed at the imagery. Erin too laughed when she thought about how silly that sounded. “Ok. Maybe that’s not the best analogy. But you get my point. Don’t you?” She tilted her head, seeking an answer.

Larry’s hands moved as if acknowledging her, but no words came out.

“I know there is more. I wasted four years of my life screwing around with that loser, because I didn’t know what I was looking for. I only knew that other women acted as if a hot body was what I should aspire to. You showed me that there is so much more. I always knew there was something about you that was different. Hell, that’s the whole reason I came on to you to begin with.”

Larry took advantage of her pause and finally spoke, “I’m old enough to be your father. I’m married. There’s nothing about this that can work. You have to know that?”

She let out a little huff of a laugh. “Of course I do. I’m not saying I want to marry you. I’m just… I’m just… Aw hell. I don’t even know what I’m saying. I just feel like there has to be more. Telling me I can never do that again and never speak about it to anyone is like saying it never happened. It DID happen. I can’t let that go.”

“I didn’t mean to say pretend it didn’t happen. Hell, I know I can’t forget it either. But you can’t put lightning in a bottle. If we did the exact same thing right now, it wouldn’t be the same.”

“Yeah, my parents screaming would probably ruin the mood!” She laughed.

Larry rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. It would never be as good as you are making it out to be, and the risk isn’t worth that.” A gentle smile pursed his lips. “You are an amazingly beautiful girl. Inside and out. There is a man out there, YOUR AGE, who can be even better for you.” He reached out a hand to her and guided her closer. Put his left arm over her shoulders and pulled her in for a one-armed hug. “You’re amazing. It will happen for you.”

She tucked her head under his chin and looked down. Seeing the bulge in his shorts, she slipped her left hand down and rubbed across the lump. “You’re such a liar.”

He pushed her back. “Now stop that.” His own mind belied his words. The feel of her body pressed against him, the softness of her skin and the smell of her hair brought about an ache inside. In the two months since their trip, he hadn’t had any form of sexual contact with his wife. The first few days after the trip, he had tried multiple times, only to hear, “It’s not a good time,” “I’m like the Sahara Desert down there,” “I’m on some new meds, maybe we can try next week,” and to make matters worse, “you know my TMJ won’t let me open my mouth that much.”

From the deck below they heard, “Lunch is ready. What do you want to drink?” And with that, their conversation was over.

For the remainder of the fishing day they didn’t talk about it again. Erin had sensed his weakness though, and knew she had a chance. The playful side of her came back out and, when she had opportunities, she seized them. In the warmth of the afternoon sun, the women lost their coverups and wore bikini tops. At one point, Erin turned to look up at the skipper, then with a cheeky grin, made sure the parents weren’t looking and pulled her top to the side, letting one of her charms peek out. Later, as he leaned over the side to help her land a fish, she “leaned on him for balance,” with her hand giving his ass a little squeeze in the process.

At the end of the day, as Larry filleted the fish and bagged them, Erin was by his side, “helping” in any way she could, which meant a lot of small hand touches, shoulder rubs, and under-the-breath comments like, “you are so good with your hands.”

Then came the moment Larry sensed trouble. The family was gathering their stuff to head back home. Erin looked at him, in front of her parents, and said, “Hey if you want help cleaning the boat, Lauren texted me a little while ago that she is down here for the weekend visiting her aunt, and asked if she could stay with me on the boat. She’ll give me a ride home tomorrow.”

Her mom chimed in, “YOU, clean the boat?! I’d almost want to hang around just so I could SEE that!”

The whole family chuckled, but Larry was silent, finally saying, “I got this. I have a routine. Why don’t you go off with Lauren and hang out?”

“Oh. She’s having dinner with her aunt. She won’t be here until nine or so.”

Larry shrugged, not sure what to say.

Unfazed by the sudden change of plans, and completely unaware of the underlying tension, Erin’s dad spoke up, “Her offering to help doesn’t happen very often, Cap. If I were you, I would take full advantage of her while you got her.”

Erin almost burst out laughing at the unintentional double entendre that landed with that statement. “Da-a-a-d!” Then she turned to Larry with a naughty smirk.

“K guys. Thanks again for a great day, Larry. We might come again next week. I’ll let you know.” With that, Erin’s parents turned up the dock and walked away. He paused and turned back around. “Hey Larry, why don’t you get your wife to come down? You can use my card and take Erin and Catherine to dinner on me.”

Meanwhile, Erin was almost giddy with how things were shaping up, turned back to Larry, “You heard my dad, better take advantage of me while you can!” And she jumped back down onto the deck.

Larry held up his right index finger toward her like he was admonishing a dog, “No.” Then he turned to go about his business of putting away the fishing tackle and cleaning the boat.

Erin recognized his pushback and decided she should ease off. She even threw her shirt on over her bikini before legitimately offering to help clean. Larry answered by giving her menial tasks that would keep them apart.

Halfway through cleaning, Larry called home, hoping to get his wife to run interference for him. Erin was inside when his wife picked up. “Hey Babe, Boss man gave me permission to take you out to dinner down here. I’m thinking “Dockside” as long as he’s paying.”

“Oooh ni-i-i-ce! What’s the occasion? Did you catch a marlin or something?”

“Nah, his daughter is going to stay on the boat tonight, so he asked me if I would take her.”

“Oh. Well that’s good. Um. I don’t know if I feel up to it. I’m having another one of those days. You know, spotting, crampy. I don’t think I would be good company.”

He tried one more time, “Yeah, but I really don’t feel like taking a twenty-three-year-old to dinner myself. I’ll look like one of those old rich dudes.”

“What the hell? Why not? Play it up. How many chances do you get to take a hot young thing on a date?” Her tone was completely facetious and kidding, but Larry winced at hearing her words.

The words “If you only knew,” hung on his lips but remained unspoken.

“Ok. Well. I guess I’ll probably be home around eight or nine.”

“Enjoy. I think I’ll just eat leftovers and go to bed early.”

He stared at his phone as he pushed the red button on the screen. “It’s the same thing anytime I want to do anything.” He grumbled as he shoved his phone into his pocket.

Erin had been watching through the tinted window. She could only hear his side of the conversation, but from watching his body language, she knew what had just happened, and a big grin lit up her face. Erin went below to shower.

Larry finished washing the boat halfheartedly. All the while, he was grumbling about his wife’s seeming disregard for their relationship. He was finishing on the back deck when he made up his mind. Daring not to waste a single minute more, he threw his deck brush down and stormed into the cabin. He could hear the water running down below.

Without knocking, he pushed through the door.

Erin couldn’t see through the steamed acrylic door, but with the burst of cool air that accompanied the door opening, she knew he was there. “Larry?”

The folding door opened inward. “You were expecting someone else?”

She felt a giddy twinge. She looked at him standing there, fully dressed, eyeing her naked form as if he had never seen it before. She shut off the water, grabbed her wet hair over her shoulder and wrung it out as best she could. Her smile was unmistakable; the goosebumps on her skin arose partly from the chilled air that came in with him, partly from the excitement of knowing what might come next. What she hoped would come next.

He couldn’t stop looking at her breasts. Those perky little upturned breasts, practically glowing against the bronzed skin of her chest, save for the quarter-inch nipples which strained out towards him, water glistening off her form. That little patch of dark brown fur with water droplets hanging on for dear life. He froze in place. Gradually, his eyes lifted towards hers. She softly smiled at him, reached out and placed her hand on his chest, then stepped over the threshold of the small shower.

His two hands rose to meet hers on his chest, and he closed his eyes as he held her hand. She locked on his eyes and moved closer; her other hand reached up and gently grabbed his chin, then her fingers slid up the side of his face and into his hair. She pulled his head to hers and kissed his face, starting at his left cheek, across the bridge of his nose, then down the right cheek. She tenderly lifted his chin until their lips met. There was no passion, no urgency, just tenderness. Without words, Erin stepped forward, lightly pushing him through the doorway, then turned towards the bow, her hand sliding down to his and urging him to follow.

She climbed onto the small bed where this all began and scooched up to the pillows, lying on her side. Larry followed up. Afraid that words might break the spell, Erin reached for his shirt, encouraging him to raise it above his head. He complied, then rolled to his side and guided his shorts free as well. The underwear was a bit more difficult, seeing as the giant erection strained the elastic.

Larry started to warm up to the idea and was the first to actually speak. “You are absolutely amazing. Are you sure you want to be here with… this?” He moved his arms like a game show assistant showing off the latest prize.

“You know, there was one thing about last time that wasn’t perfect.” She looked him in the eyes, then began sliding lower. “You didn’t let me give anything for you. Maybe, just maybe, if you had let me try to satisfy you,” she kissed his belly, “I might have,” she moved two inches lower and kissed again, “been able to let it go.” She put her mouth over his penis for the first time, extending her tongue underneath it, leaving her mouth open, her upper teeth grazing his skin ever so lightly. Even with her mouth stretched to fit the girth of his manhood, the huge smile was evident.

Larry’s eyes rolled in his head, his hands migrated to her hair, his fingers entangled in the glistening locks, still wet from the shower. Erin nibbled the engorged head, kissed up and down its length, dribbled saliva on it, pushed him onto his back, then slid her legs off the tall bed. From this angle she could now swallow him whole. She relaxed her throat, opened her mouth wide, and slid the entire length slowly, stopping only when his neatly trimmed curly hairs tickled her nostrils. It was his turn to learn a pleasure he had never experienced.

On about her fourth time down, Larry grunted and lifted her head by her hair, “I’m gonna lose it if you don’t stop.”

She smiled, briefly laid her tongue under his manhood again, then spoke, “Isn’t that the object of this game?”

He was embarrassed by his lack of staying power. “But I don’t want this to end that quickly.”

“It won’t.” She engulfed him once again. This time, with the hand that held him in place, she slid her thumb down and pressed at the base of his penis, her throat expanding and contracting to force him in and out.

His orgasm rose inside, but retreated; it had nowhere to go. She gagged and briefly pulled him out, took a deep breath, and repeated her rhythm. Larry’s eyes grew wide, his pulse quickened, his hips rose and fell with her rhythm. Eventually his frantic pace exceeded her ability to control him, and his orgasm broke free. Exploding into her mouth with a force he could never remember experiencing, he watched as semen oozed from both sides of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Finally gasping for air, she opened her mouth and a cupful of sperm ran down onto his belly. She licked her lips with the grin of the Cheshire cat.

Larry waved his index finger, instructing her to come up next to him. And she obliged. He’d been with his wife twenty years and probably another five years before that since a woman let him release in her mouth, so he thought nothing of kissing her on the lips and tasting his own cum.

As they kissed, his hands found her breasts as they lay facing each other on their sides. His right hand, being on top, had the most freedom and tugged and twirled at her left nipple. His left hand, partially pinned under his body, was limited to firmly holding its quarry and pulsing his grip. It was all things men had done before, but the firmness of his grip, yet tenderness of the actions, made all the difference. Erin melted into his kisses. He had a way of placing his lip over hers, inviting her tongue inside, then nipping it very slightly, pinning it inside his mouth.

His right hand broke free and worked lower, and with that, their mouths separated and Larry kissed the flesh of her neck, nibbling gently, then worked lower. As his hand found the patch of hair below, his lips and tongue locked onto her left nipple, forcing her flat on her back. Her hands rested in his sparse hair, her head leaned back, gazing blankly at the ceiling.

Larry’s magic fingers found their mark. He quickly licked his middle finger, then returned it to its place. Putting direct pressure on her clitoris, Erin felt the first electric jolt. When his fingers slid lower, the pressure on her clit remained by the heel of his hand; his middle finger danced around the opening, plunging in briefly, then sliding up and down the inner lips, before plunging in again. Erin raised her hips, practically begging him to bury his fingers like he did last time, but Larry teased and tittered while sucking and nibbling on her breasts, moving from one to the other, always maintaining lip contact with her flesh.

The pressure on her erogenous points was too much; the anticipation kept her on the edge, then the first wave began. She threw her head back, her hips rising a foot off the bed, her breath halting, and her legs slammed together, pinning his hand in place. But he didn’t stop. As she convulsed, his lips grabbed hold of her nipple, nipping until the edge of pain, his trapped fingers forced their way back into place, pushing through the tense opening while his palm pressed even deeper against her clitoris.

She gasped and moaned loudly. Her hands tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t relent. A second wave came over her; her moan of pleasure was almost a scream, her hips bucked now, further increasing the intensity of his pressure. He held still, letting her breathe, control her own pace. Her face was flushed, sweat bubbling from the pores around her hairline. She gritted her teeth, opening her mouth and panting through her teeth; she wanted more.

“Annnhhh, ergggh,” there were no words, but she was driving him to continue, her hips bucking, looking for that pressure.

Reading physical signals was his specialty. He drove on. A second and third finger pressed into her opening, the fingers bent at the knuckles and curled back, pulsing pressure until he found the spot. There was no physical “spot” to feel, but a carnal grunt, combined with a shudder, told him he struck gold. He held the spot for a moment and let her drive again. There was no pause this time. He bit into her nipple, thrusting the remainder of his fingers inside her, curled into a claw. He began thrusting in and out, alternating between that and turning his fingers upward toward their mark. As her body began to convulse, her hands suddenly jerked toward her pussy, imploring him to stop, but he continued. Her entire body rose off the bed until her knees collapsed under the strain. She tried to form the words “no more,” but they came out only as a guttural chant. Larry pushed on. Reaching her limits, her knees suddenly curled up, and a massive gasp of air vibrated out of her pussy, a flood of fluid poured out at the same time, and a low-pitched scream of release came from her mouth.

Instead of stopping, Larry increased his pace of thrusts, all five fingers buried deep within her, pumping like a man possessed. The fingers no longer curled; they just pressed and thrust. His lips closed on her breast, sucking as if it were his last breath.

“Arrrrggghhhh! Burst forth from her mouth, and another flood of fluid sprayed from her privates until she collapsed in a heap.

Larry finally relaxed. His fingers no longer drove in and out; he just firmly planted his open hand over the entire area, his middle finger bent just enough to hold the opening. Erin’s hands moved away from his and dropped onto the bed beside her, listless.

It took a long minute for her breathing to return to normal. Larry quietly slid his body up just enough that he could kiss her lips gently. His smile spoke volumes. When her eyes returned to focus and met his, her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out; she just gave a huff of a laugh and rolled her head side to side.

Larry slid further up, his body now lifted on his left elbow, admiring her beauty in the dim light. He pushed his erection hard against her thigh. She smiled that naughty smile. Drained of almost all her strength, she still managed to push him onto his back, roll over, and place her body on top of his. She pushed her arms against the bed and sat upright, grasping his erection and placing it in her now saturated and gaping opening. She wasn’t going to let him get away this time.

She lowered herself until her bottom pressed all her weight on his thighs. A satisfied smile planted on her face. She stared into his eyes and slowly rocked forward and back. It was all she could muster at the moment.

Larry was already overstimulated. His erection was bursting at the seams before she sat astride him. Now he looked up at this young beauty, her hair a disheveled mess, sweat beaded around her hairline, and her puppy dog eyes partly obscured in the dim light remaining from the evening. His eyes drifted lower and the vision of her taut, tanned body above him, her perfect breasts barely moving as she rocked, her slim waist leading down to the now matted, messy patch of hair as she ground her body against his. This wasn’t going to take long.

Erin began to roll her hips in a circular motion, the fullness deep inside her encouraging her spent body to keep moving. She could feel him pushing upward to meet her body, both his hands now placed firmly on her breasts, their eyes once again locked together. A look of urgency appeared on his face, and she knew he was close. “Don’t worry. It’s safe.” She whispered. She wanted nothing more than to feel his seed inside her.

With a final thrust upward, he released. That grunt that always came as he came accentuated the moment. She ground against him a moment longer, then, on feeling the pulsing member inside begin to fade, she collapsed on his chest. Their fluids oozing out between their bodies onto the now saturated sheets.

Erin’s head lay on his shoulder, her lips softly resting against his neck, occasionally puckering and kissing. Larry’s chest heaved up and down, gradually slowing to its most relaxed rhythm.

He wanted to lie there all night, but he suddenly glanced at the little digital clock next to the light switch. “Crap! It’s eight-thirty already. I have to go.”

Erin pouted, but rolled off of him. She accepted that he was not hers but was grateful for what he shared. She lay still, watching him through the open bathroom door as he wiped himself off and dressed, but she had no desire to break her own moment. The sticky goo that smeared all over her legs, hips, and bottom didn’t bother her for a second.

Larry came forward and leaned over her, kissing her forehead, down her nose, then planting on her lips in a slow, firm kiss. Their eyes searched within their souls. As Larry inhaled to speak, Erin put her fingers on his lips and shook her head side to side slightly. The message was clear. No words needed to be said.

As she released his shoulder with her hand, he rose and turned to head up the stairs. They heard the door open. “Hellooo? Erin?” Lauren walked into the cabin. “Oh. Hey Larry! Good to see you.”

Larry smiled, kissed her politely on the cheek, looked over his shoulder and saw the cabin door shut, then said, “I gotta run. Great to see you,” and headed out the door.

With the sound of the outer door shutting, the forward cabin door opened. Erin hadn’t brought her clothes up there, so she came out wrapped in a towel from the bathroom, her hair still a tangled mess.

Lauren’s face lit up. She had a shit-eating grin from ear to ear. “OH MY FREAKING GOD!”

Erin blushed three shades of red. “Yeah. Good thing you didn’t get here ten minutes ago!”

“Ummmm.” She stammered and began to blush as well.

“No. You did not!”

“The cabin was dark. I thought you guys were eating dinner. I popped in to drop off my bag. But don’t worry, I ducked back outside while Larry cleaned up and closed the door so it looked like I just got here. He’ll never know.”

“Oh no. No. No. No. You were watching?”

A sheepish smirk appeared on her friend’s face. “What? That was the hottest thing I have EVER seen! Now I know why you wanted it so bad.”

Erin couldn’t hide her smile anymore. “Yeah. I don’t know how it looked, but I wish I could record the feelings.”