Sweet and Sexy Group Sex
"Turkey Point," a Dirty Martini Erotic Short Story by Kelly Rand
Summer Swimming in the Lake, by Johannes Wessmark (prints available at ObsessionArt.com.
With the window down and the summer wind blowing, Craig looked tanned and relaxed. Lisa couldn’t help but stare.
She stared at the way he casually held the steering wheel with his thumb, like maneuvering a ton of metal was nothing to him. She stared at his dark sunglasses, and the way his blond hair blew in the wind. She stared at the golden hairs on his otherwise tanned legs that extended, lean and muscular, from his shorts.
The wind whipped her hair in her face, and she kept pulling it out of her eyes as they drove. It was the first vacation she and Craig had ever taken. Craig studied political science at university and waited tables the rest of the time; this was the first break he had had in a while. And Lisa had taken weekend vacations to beach resorts or the family cottage, but had never been able to take her boyfriend with her.
James and Amber sat in the back seat, lounging against each other and listening to the radio. It was James’ idea to take a road trip along Lake Erie, stopping at the little beach towns that dotted its northern shore.
Amber stretched her legs so they crossed on the armrest between Lisa and Craig. Lisa rolled her eyes at Craig, who smiled back. Looking down, she wondered how Amber had gotten her legs that smooth. Amber had told her once that she waxed her bikini area. Maybe she waxed her legs too.
James unfolded the map and spread it across him and Amber in the back. “Turkey Point,” he read. “There’s a beach town coming up called Turkey Point.”
“We have to stay there,” Amber said. “Like, have to.”
“I can’t wait to tell people I stayed at Turkey fucking Point,” James added. “I wonder if there are turkeys everywhere. Turkeys wandering up and down the streets.”
“Turkey mayhem,” Craig chimed in, and nudged up the volume on the radio. He kept it on a heavy metal station and no one argued. Lisa found the music mostly inaccessible; it was too hard, and there wasn’t enough melody. But it fit Craig’s rough edges—his background of poverty, his imprisoned father, the tattoo he’d gotten on his shoulder at age eighteen, two years after they had started dating. Lisa wondered if he’d still be listening to Metallica when he graduated from law school.
“Turkey mayhem,” Amber repeated. Her legs disappeared from the armrest.
“Just keep on this road,” James said. “We’ll be there in about half an hour and find a place to stay.”
Farm fields surrounded the slender highway. Lisa rolled her head against the back of the seat and looked out the window. James and Amber were a new couple. James was one of Craig’s classmates, and he’d met Amber in a bar. Amber had a sultry body and a tattoo that flirted with her pelvic bone. It read: “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.” Lisa remembered the first time Amber showed them the tattoo. She’d yanked down the waist of her pants to show a flat belly and sharp hipbones poking through naturally tanned skin. Craig had looked with mild interest, like watching the commercial for a beer he thought he might buy. It was Lisa whose cheeks had flushed.
“Where are we going to stay in Turkey Point?” Lisa asked.
“We’ll work it out,” Craig said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Is it large enough to have a hotel, though? It’s not just a trailer park or something?”
Craig rested his hand on her leg and squeezed. It was warm against the existing heat of the summer air.
“We’ll sleep somewhere. There’ll be something.”
At James’ direction, Craig turned off the highway and headed down a forested road to Turkey Point. As they drove down a steep hill, Lake Erie spread out in front of them, sparkly and blue. Brightly colored towels dotted the beach. Chip wagons were parked nearby.
They stopped at the bottom of the hill and James poked his head between the seats. “Let’s find a place to stay and then go swimming.”
It took a while for the car to navigate the lakeside stretch. Pedestrians in bathing suits cut in front of the car like cattle, flip flops carrying them over the pavement. Some carried towels and radios. Partway down the strip, sandwiched between little cottages with flower boxes and boats parked in the driveway, was a little brown clapboard motel.
Craig parked the car and looked up at the sign. “The Sandbar.” He grabbed his wallet and got out first, leading them through the door marked “Office.”
The bell above the door signalled their arrival. The heavyset woman behind the counter looked sceptical.
“We got one room left,” she said. “It’s tiny. One shared bathroom. Two double beds. They’re small.”
Craig slapped his credit card on the counter. “We’ll take it.”
***
Lisa bobbed shoulder deep in the water, its temperature cool against her sunburned skin. She watched Amber’s feet poke through the surface, then the water swirled and Amber resurfaced, pushing her long wet hair off her face.
“How long does it take to buy beer?” Lisa asked.
“I dunno,” Amber said. “They probably have to drink some of it too.” She sucked in a dramatic breath and disappeared under water again. Lisa listened to the melodic chatter of kids along the shoreline, and the whirr of a jet-ski engine as it passed behind them. Under the murky depths, she felt Amber’s hands on her legs.
Amber emerged with a grin. “Shark’s coming after you,” she said.
“It’s a lake,” Lisa said. “There can’t be sharks.”
She felt a hand skirt her butt and Amber grinned again. “Shark’s got your butt.” She swam around Lisa and put her arms around her shoulders from behind, wrapping her legs around her in a piggyback position. Lisa relaxed into the contact, knocking her head lightly against Amber’s when she felt a chin on her shoulder.
“Craig is hot,” Amber said. “I can see why you’ve stayed with him so long.”
“So is James. I like his little goatee.”
“Thanks,” Amber said, then pressed her lips against Lisa’s ear. “I guess he’ll do.”
Before Lisa could react, Amber let go and disappeared in the water.
Lisa squinted into the bright sun and saw Craig and James trudge across the beach. Craig spotted her and waved. Lisa waved back just as Amber emerged behind her. “They’re back,” Lisa said. “They must have put the beer in the room.”
“Race you,” Amber said, splashing toward the beach. Their legs worked like windmills underwater until they got thigh deep, and the water made a glugging noise around each running step.
James hooked his arm around Amber’s hips, which swayed with each step down the beach. Lisa walked beside Craig, who sauntered with confidence, leading the group through the crowded beach and across the road to their little clapboard motel.
The car was parked at room number six, and Craig unlocked its screen door and let everyone inside. The floors were wood, and there was an oval carpet between the two beds. A clunky metal air conditioner hummed above the window, blowing its breeze at the light switch cord that dangled from the ceiling. No one bothered to pull it. The bathroom was closest to the door and just large enough to fit a toilet, sink, and bathtub. A cable guide sat on top of the TV, which was so old that it had no remote control. Lisa peeked around one of the curtains and watched the beach.
She turned to find Craig stretched out on the bed, hands tucked behind his head. She climbed onto the bed and cuddled next to him. “Tired?”
“Yeah. I’ve been driving a while.” He put his arm around her and tickled at her shoulder.
She burrowed into his chest. “Let’s have a nap then.”
James appeared around the corner. “We’re going to wander around. Amber needs to find a blow dryer. We’ll be back.”
Usually, Lisa had trouble sleeping in motel rooms. It was too exciting to be in a different bed with different sheets, and pressed pillowcases, and a TV that featured different channels.
Maybe it was the heat this time. Maybe it was the swim. Whatever it was, she rolled onto her side, away from Craig, and the gentle scraping noise of the swaying curtains sang her to sleep.
***
When she opened her eyes again, dusk had fallen in the little room. The air conditioner still hummed, blocking out the sounds of the strip. She wondered what people were doing out there now that night was falling. It felt like she’d taken a hiatus from the world.
Craig pressed against her back, his hand moving over her stomach. His thumb rubbed over her nipple and she knew he was awake. She smirked and he did it again, this time pressing it through her bikini top and letting go. There was a light sheet over them that she didn’t remember putting there.
When her eyes adjusted, she saw two figures on the nearby bed. Amber and James. James lay on his back on the bed, toes pointing east and west. Amber crouched between his legs, black bikini top discarded, sucking his cock. A wet sound punctured through the air conditioning hum, and her head bobbed like a cardinal at a birdbath.
Craig tightened his grip on her chest, holding her in place like he knew what Lisa had just noticed. His lips skirted her earlobe and the noise was felt rather than heard. “Shhh.”
Damp excitement pooled in her stomach. Heat flushed her cheeks and rushed to her groin. In the partial darkness, she watched Amber’s head turned back and forth as she sucked, her hand corkscrewing around James’ cock.
Lisa had to breathe out through her mouth—it sounded too loud in her head otherwise—too irregular to be the product of sleep. Craig’s hips pressed harder against her ass, the heat of his erection palpable. His hand massaged little circles down her stomach, slipping past her shorts and bikini bottoms to leisurely rub her clit.
The hot rush came immediately—wetness that made her part and make easy way for two of his fingers. In the next bed, Amber’s back end swung around and hovered over James’ head, and her hips descended as they began a quiet, careful 69.
Lisa’s stomach trembled. She was almost naked. James and Amber were two feet away. Every breath seemed too loud in her head. Every movement risked the other couple looking over and noticing them, catching them at their most intimate and excited. Craig’s palm continued to flirt with her clit, his fingers fucking her under the sheet. With a gasp, she unhitched the breath from her throat and reached back to rub him through his shorts.
She smelled Amber’s sex—sweet, musky, and deeply intimate, like smelling Amber’s essence. Lisa had tasted herself on Craig’s tongue or fingertips during sex. She wondered if Amber tasted the same. She wondered how often James experienced it. Did they fuck every day like couples in the movies? Or were they like Craig and Lisa, stealing away hours between dorm rooms and renovated child bedrooms?
She spread her legs, draping one over Craig’s hip, and rubbed back against him with vicious deliberation. His hand squeezed her leg, lifting it off to set it as quietly as possible against the other one. Pulling her shorts to her knees, he kept her pinned on her side with her knees together so she had no choice but to face James and Amber.
When he entered her from behind, it was tighter than usual—the wedge of his cock pushing rough and determined into the space it usually occupied. He made a little “uhh” noise in her ear as she sucked in an excited breath.
Amber sat up, swinging her hair over her shoulder, and grinded against James’ face. She tweaked her nipples with the same aplomb as she’d used to thrust her legs at them in the car. She knew she was being watched, Lisa realized. It was why her silhouette created such an exaggerated arch as she leaned forward and pumped James’ cock, making his feet jiggle back and forth from the stimulation. It was why, even though the small noises were muffled by the air conditioner, she made sure her moan cut through it, over to where Craig and Lisa were fucking under the sheet as quietly as possible. This was a group activity now.
Lisa pushed her shorts to her ankles, poking her feet out from under the sheet and kicking them away. They landed midway between the beds, far enough to make Amber turn her head slightly. Still, she didn’t look over at them. There was still no acknowledgment.
Craig tucked his arm under Lisa’s knee and lifted, and as he pulled her back against him, the sheet slid off them. She craned her neck and kissed him, grasping and sinking into his bottom lip with her teeth. When Craig whispered back, it was felt more than heard. “God. You are so turned on.”
On the other bed, James crawled to his knees, causing sharp squeaks from the old mattress as he shifted behind Amber’s doggie style position. At this point, it was a show. He thrust into Amber with the same exaggerated arch of the back. Amber grunted as she pushed back against him with such drama that Lisa knew it was for them. Lisa found herself arching her back with similar exaggeration. Her toes curled against the sheets. With a lick of the lips, she let loose her first deliberate noise—a moan loud enough to get to the other bed. Through nearly closed eyes, she saw Amber look over and smile.
Amber’s ankle bracelet jingled when she hit the floor, and she skulked to Craig and Lisa’s bed with her shoulders hunched and claws out, moving like a predator. Lisa barely breathed as Amber’s eyes came into focus, and her filed nails scratched over Lisa’s thighs. There was another weight on the bed—James this time as he knelt on the bed behind his girlfriend. Amber jerked a little as he plunged wetly into her. Her head bowed—slowly, achingly, breathlessly—and her tongue flickered like a roulette wheel over Lisa’s clit.
Craig held her from behind, his own groan weak and plaintive in her ear. She clenched her muscles around him on purpose. Her legs trembled when she came, and her clit seemed to tighten and explode.
The rest of them popped off around her like bubble wrap. Amber came first, her squeals interrupting James’ frantic pace. James came with a fierce, violent thrust, but barely a gasp from his parted lips. Craig’s shiver was familiar, his grip on her arm showing a flash of brutality as he peaked.
Lisa looked through them as they piled against each other, fresh sweat cooling on their bodies. The light switch swayed from the breeze of the air conditioner. A car honked outside, and she knew Turkey Point was alive.
She would walk down the strip tonight in her little dress, she decided. She would hit the dance floor with a sultry sway of the hips. She would show off her new Turkey Point tan.
She was the first to roll out from the pile, her feet hitting the wood floor, and strutted past the wall mirror to the case of beer. Lisa looked back at the bed to find Amber and James cuddled together at the foot of it.
Craig lay scratching his chest, watching Lisa as she unscrewed the cap on her beer.
“Come on,” she told him. “On your feet.”
She was only slightly surprised when he obeyed. Time was wasting.
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Copyright January 2012, Kelly Rand
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