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With my thumb rubbing her clit and my cock buried up to the hilt, I pound her relentlessly, mesmerized by the sounds, smells, and sensations of everything going on around me. Finally I can’t take it anymore and unleash a heroic load directly into her womb, filling her to overflowing so that with the next thrust it gushes back out, dousing my thighs in pink, pearly cum that swirls down to my toes and then races toward the drain.
With trembling fingers, I reach out and hit the control panel, changing the temperature to something a little cooler, something that throbs and pulses. As soon as it hits her, I hear her gasp and then giggle a little bit. She likes it. I can tell.
As I soften, my dick slides out of her and I wish I could get hard again immediately and go for it again. I guess there is always next month.
Behind me, Jack leaves the shower and returns with a couple of fluffy, dark red towels. He holds them out with a knowing smirk. Chelsea soaps herself luxuriously, turning under one of the showerheads, twisting her hair to bring it out, sliding her hands over her hips to brush the rest of the lather away. I can’t stop looking at her. She is an amazing creature.
“Well, that was fucking awesome!” Jack grins as he hands us our towels.
Chelsea brushes the hair back from her forehead and smiles, shaking her head just a little bit.
“I wouldn’t have guessed it,” she admits. “But that was hot as fuck!”
Jack sidles up to her, pulling the towel away from her and leaning down to bite her nipples, smiling.
“Yeah. And you got a few days left? There’s more for me?”
“Well… Sure? Yes?”
He stands back, looking her over as she giggles, gleaming with moisture, her body taut and strong.
“Anything you got, Chelsea, I want it.”
Chapter 17
Chelsea
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bsp; I can feel summer starting to slip away. Lying on the chaise lounge, I watch the reflections of the water dance on the underside of the umbrella. Every once in a while there will be a breeze that has just a little bit of a bite to it. Just a bit.
Fall is coming. Not today, but soon.
This reminds me of hanging out by the pool when I was a kid. The last days of summer vacation, knowing that school was starting again. Or maybe school had already started, but we would have to close the pool pretty soon. In Illinois, there are really only about three months were it’s over 80 degrees. Way over 80 degrees sometimes. We have about four days of spring, then three months of 112 degrees, then two days of fall before it’s six months of winter again.
Or something like that. It’s a common joke around here.
But it still feels really good, lying out here listening to the soft gurgle of water in the filter, the sounds of birds and locusts, the faraway rustling of wind in the very tops of the trees.
Pure heaven.
It seems so strange that I would find paradise here, of all places. In some ways it’s exactly like home, growing up. Only we are not children anymore. And we are actually in Wisconsin. And there are two toddlers running around. Well, they are asleep right now.
But it has a certain sense of continuity. My happiest memories as a kid were sitting by the pool, letting the sun in the skin between my toes. I didn’t consciously miss that life when I went away to school, when I was living with Ronnie, but now that I have it back I can see that was it. I feel so lucky to have dropped that thread and then been able to pick it back up again.
And isn’t it strange that Chance and Jack are back in my life just because Chance walked into the coffee shop? What a coincidence. And even though we grew up with money, I didn’t have any after college. Yet, they managed to accumulate a remarkable fortune in just a little bit of time.
I guess if I really think about it, they kind of saved me. Scooped me up out of the rut I was in. Got me back to where I feel really good.
I should remember to thank them for that.
Or not. They would probably just tease me mercilessly about it.
“What are you thinking about?” Jack asks as he walks out, startling me out of my daydream.
“Russian literature,” I answer automatically.
“Seriously?” he smirks as he sits down on the foot of my chaise, picking my ankles up and then dropping my feet on his lap. He immediately starts rubbing the soles of my feet, pressing hard with his thumb between my big toe in the next one, sending shivers up my legs.
