Well, without going into details, and there were a lot of very pleasant ones, before long I was in heaven. I had never experienced such sensations in my young years. As Shane worked on me, I shut my eyes and slipped off into a nether-nether land where nothing existed but sheer pleasure. And it built and built, almost like a cresting wave ready to break on the shore. I became vaguely conscious that I was screaming. It was only the first wave. Another more powerful one broke before long. Eventually, I don’t know how long it was, I began clawing back to the surface. Opening my eyes I saw Shane smiling at me, a touch of pride in his expression.
“That was wonderful,” I gasped. “A new high. You are such a liar, telling me that you’re ‘still learning.’ You’re an expert. You must have practiced on a zillion girls.”
“Happy you liked it. But no zillion. My former girlfriend deserves the credit,” he said, laughing. “I just followed the directions she gave me.”
“She is certifiably insane for having dumped you.” Our clothes were gone by this time and my gaze fell to his erection, standing straight out. “But talking about directions, there’s one other thing I insist you do.”
“What’s that?”
“Your tongue and fingers were fine, but now I want you to put this beautiful implement inside me,” I said, reaching out and grabbing it. I surprised myself — I was shameless. And relished the feeling.
He was on top of me in a second. Our lips meshed again in a passionate kiss, as I felt his hardness rubbing against my lower lips. He gently pushed in. There was no friction at all, I was so completely wet from what he had done to me already. I gasped as he began sliding that huge piston up and down in a steady rhythm. Again, I was in heaven, starting to drift off on a plateau of pleasure. My only conscious thought was that I was having intercourse with just my second man ever, and it was so delightful, so exciting, so fulfilling, so . . .
“Oh my god,” Shane exclaimed. “You are on something, right?”
“Oh my god,” I echoed. “No, I stopped taking the pill after breaking up with Dan.”
He rose, and it popped out of me.
“Oh, don’t stop,” I moaned. “Can’t you just time it and withdraw. I want you so badly.”
“It’s okay, he said, “I just want to get a rubber.”
He jumped off the bed and began rummaging through the pockets of the fatigues that he had brought up with him from the pool, withdrawing a little package, which he tore open with vigor, and rolled the tiny latex item down his erection. I had to laugh. Shane had said it was my call, but he had sure been ready if the call was favorable.
In a flash he was back between my legs and entered me again.
“Oh, thank heaven,” I said. “Thank heaven for a man who comes prepared.”
“If a guy comes, he should be prepared,” Shane chuckled, a silly grin on his face, and I realized the unintended pun I had made. We both laughed aloud.
But soon, his expression took on the anonymity of pleasure as he entered that zone I was again falling into. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him, letting him lead in this endeavor just as he had on the dance floor, my feet drumming slightly on his buttocks as they rose and fell. Then I ceased to feel anything but that wonderful sense of euphoria that comes with great sex. I don’t know how long it went on. Time ceased to have any meaning. There was just a euphoric present. I do remember moaning and hearing him vocalize too, and then it seemed as if we were both exclaiming fiercely as the big wave crested again.
We lay there a long time, getting our breath back, feeling the afterglow, him still inside me, before he finally lifted himself up and rolled off me. We clasped hands as we lay side by side, and I half-turned to hug his shoulder with my other hand. I felt more at peace than I had in a long while. I think I half-dozed off.
I was startled by a pounding on the door of the room, and heard a female voice loudly calling my name. Shane started too.
“What? Who is it?” I called out.
“Lisa, it’s me, Michelle. Can I come in?”
“Just a minute,” I yelled, jolted back into reality.
Shane bounded from the bed, found his briefs and stepped into his fatigues. I was also retrieving and donning clothing from the chair where I had left it when changing to my bathing suit earlier.
When we were dressed, I opened the door. Michelle came in, looking at us quizzically. She also appeared upset, her eyes red. Had she been crying?
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked.
She went to say something, but looked at Shane.
“I’m just leaving,” he said. Facing me and taking my hand, he added, “I want to see you again before we all go our separate ways. Can we have breakfast?” It appeared he wanted to say more, but Michelle was there.
“Breakfast sounds great,” I said, nodding, and gazing at him a moment. I looked at the clock and saw it was already going on midnight. “About 8:00?”
As soon as the door was shut, Michelle told her story rapidly, as a few tears fell down her cheeks. She explained that after leaving the pool she and Brian went to the guys’ room, drank and talked a little more before making out and getting into some serious foreplay.
“He’d even taken off my top. I was so aroused. I started to . . . well, do something I shouldn’t have,” she confessed. “Then Brian suddenly pushed me back on the bed and started tearing my bottom off. It was so sudden that it just froze me, and it cut through the way I was feeling.” Michelle’s voice broke. “I told him I couldn’t go any further, that I was engaged to Richie. He just looked at me as if he hadn’t heard what I said, and continued tugging on my bikini bottom. He just wasn’t getting it. I had to actually slap his hand, then his face. I told him I was sorry if I gave him the wrong idea, but I just couldn’t . . . And then, instead of being understanding and letting me go, do you know what he did?”
I gasped. “He didn’t force you, did he?”
“No, he . . . he . . . got out his wallet and gave me $75!” she exclaimed, virtually sobbing. “He said he didn’t expect it for nothing, but that was all he could spare.” She cried more. “He regarded me as a common whore, and a cheap whore at that. I pulled up my bottoms, grabbed the top and ran out of the room.”
I was unable to stifle a smile and small laugh.
“Michelle, you can’t really blame him too much,” I said. “You have an exuberant personality, and you were really outdoing yourself tonight, coming on to him, making out in the pool, agreeing to go to his room, laughing when he told Shane and I not to be in any hurry to join you two. What was Brian supposed to think? You even let him partially disrobe you and started to . . . as you said, do something to him that you shouldn’t have. You got him all hot and horny and ready to go, then all of a sudden you back off. It’s no wonder he thought you were holding out for money.”
Michelle stopped crying, her mouth fell open, but nothing came out.
“Actually Brian isn’t the only one surprised that you backed off. I felt sure you were going to do it with him.”
Her eyes were like saucers. “I told you before I wouldn’t.”