One Plus One (3 page)

A woman kneeled on the side of Mazie’s chair which Travis just vacated. With her forefingers and thumbs, the woman rolled and pinched Mazie’s nipples. Mazie moaned and splayed her thighs wider. Travis slid the strap of her bikini thong aside and licked her naked mound. The woman at Mazie’s breasts continued tweaking one of Mazie’s nipples and palmed her other breast. The woman lowered her lips to the up-thrust breast. Her tongue snaked out and circled Mazie’s blushing bud.

Lacinda gasped, her own breasts heaved, and hot moisture soaked her thong. The mystery man slid her butt onto his lap. His erection throbbed against her crack. Lacinda closed her eyes, her breathing matching the people around her. She raised the glass to her lips with her eyes still closed, and drank it down.

“Open your eyes, little one,” the Hard-on man whispered in her ear. Lacinda opened her eyes and looked at the surreal crowd engaged in a giant orgy. She’d never witnessed one before. Men sucked women, and women sucked men in all positions surrounding her. Sounds sharpened and so did her vision for some reason. Her pussy sweltered, wanting what Hard-on man offered. Her hips rocked into him of their own volition. He pulled her higher up his belly so his erection fit into her cleft.

Lacinda heard Mazie’s deep throaty moans and looked at her. Travis kneeled before her, apron gone and his pants piled around his calves. Mazie’s thighs were wrapped around his hips. He rode her hard, or she rode him, it was kind of difficult to tell. The woman at Mazie’s breasts was pounded doggie-style by a naked dark-skinned man. It looked like he had his fingers in her butt, working them in and out, in time with his hip motion.

The strong scent of sex excited Lacinda and her body lusted for it. She pulled her bikini thong to the side and rocked against the material covering Hard-on’s erection. She couldn’t see his face and didn’t want to, she didn’t want him seeing hers either. Inhibitions were easier to lose without a recognizable face.

Hard-on man slid their bodies around on the lounger so she lay with her face at the foot end of the chair and her butt in the air. He still held her hips tight against his erection, and her hips continued grinding into it. Sounds of orgasms echoed around her. She squeezed her eyes tight, not wanting to watch, but unable to keep from peeking toward the sound of a climaxing couple.

Hard-on’s finger slid along her slick folds. Her body stiffened and she folded at the knee, the backs of her legs melding together. He snaked his hands between her thighs and raised her hips, enough to pull her thong down, settling it on one ankle. Then his tongue licked her butt cheek and his fingertip dipped into her center. His finger wriggled deeper inside her and he added a second. Her hips responded by pushing into his fingers and rocking.

Hard-on nipped her other butt cheek. She continued her rhythmic movement into his fingers and he slithered up her folds with his other hand. His fingers circled her clit, sending a slither of sparks up her spine. Sensation rolled outward, touching all of her.

A throaty moan rose from Lacinda’s lips. Her thighs parted a little more and her hips pushed harder against the fingers that ravaged her most private parts, rendering her wanton in a way she’d never known.

Mazie and Avery’s words excused her lust, and she wanted…she wanted Hard-on’s erection inside her. His fingers pumped her and circled her sensitive apex. Her whole body lit on fire, every nerve ending exposed and wanting more. Her panting made her light headed or maybe it was Hard-on’s magical fingers. Each of his strokes sent a shiver of heat through her, raising her to a precipice she’d never experienced before today.

Her eyelids squeezed tighter together. She had only experienced sex in the dark and only with one man. It had never come close to the building passion strumming through her body right now.

Someone’s hands slid under her bikini top. Fingers pinched her nipples. A shock wave of tiny explosions raced from her nipples, igniting in the place Hard-on’s fingers circled and pumped. His rhythm increased, throwing her into a stirring wake of pleasure, wave after wave, sensations streamed into her center and outward, heating and sparking. She screamed into her hands, every cell screamed inside her body. The sensations sent her tumbling into a soft well of darkness.

Chapter Four

Blade

“My God, Mazie, Lacinda’s fainted.” Every muscle in Blade’s body tensed, immobile.

“Don’t fret so much. I’m sure it’s simply sensitivity overload, along with drinking. We used a special blend in the margaritas.” Mazie winked, which concerned Blade. “I don’t think this girl gets out much. She certainly hasn’t done anything as amorous as this.” Mazie gently moved her hands from under Lacinda’s breasts.

“We’ll have to discuss that special blend.”

“Everyone here enjoyed the same blend.” Mazie scooted away and Travis helped her stand.

Blade relaxed a bit, sliding his fingers slowly from Lacinda’s body. He pulled her thong back in place, appreciating her beautiful round ass. He carefully climbed off the lounger, lifted her into his arms, and headed toward her quarters. When he got there, he laid her on the bed.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered next to Lacinda’s ear. His lips brushed hers, wanting more, but settling for the warm touch of her mouth.

Mazie and Travis had followed Blade. They both settled into a chair beside the bed, Mazie on top of Travis’ thighs. She pressed her back into his chest.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call Doctor Simms and ask him about taking a look at her. We’ll stay with her until she wakes.”

Blade looked at Travis, and then at his half-naked co-conspirator.

“Perhaps Lacinda has something you can wear.” Blade could feel his jaw tighten. He had watched the whole scene unfold by the pool, and Mazie started it all. For as long as he could remember, she’d always been strong-minded and uninhibited to the point of exhibitionist. Sometimes it simply amazed him she held such a high IQ.

He couldn’t believe Travis played his part so well. A part of Blade wanted to slap Mazie and then punch Travis. But, another part of him wanted to applaud them at the same time. God, Mazie was gutsy. He admired her open-mindedness, but sometimes her physical openness got them into trouble in their professional dealings. He’d stepped in more than once, reeling Mazie back under control before she went too far at business parties and entertainment gatherings.

“We used a little aphrodisiac in the drinks, nothing illegal in these parts. Wasn’t that a sexy experience?” Mazie looked at him like an excited child holding a special present just for him.

“Is that why Lacinda blacked out?”

“Could be, or maybe she’s one of those gals that passes out when she orgasms. You know that can happen…especially with a climax as grand as hers. Hell, I felt her fireworks inside me.”

“That was me inside you, love.” Travis slid a finger between Mazie’s thighs and sunk it to the hilt. Mazie’s nipples hardened, her body shivered, and her lids fluttered closed.

“God, Blade, Lacinda’s a little hottie,” Travis said. Blade watched Travis move his finger slowly in and out of Mazie’s now parted thighs. Her breath sucked in. Blade wondered if Travis had Lacinda on his mind while finger-fucking Mazie.

“Tell me about it. I’ve been wearing a hard-on from the moment I first saw her.” Blade adjusted himself as if to prove it, but his arousal stirred again when he looked over at Lacinda. Her hair fell across her pillow in a dark curly aura. Tiny triangles of cloth barely covered her small pert breasts. Her pebbled nipples marked the centers of the thin cloth. He wanted the tiny bit of material tucked between the soft swells of her hairless sex gone so he could bury his cock into her hot slickness, slow and deep. His cock twitched. He grabbed it and squeezed.

“Down boy.” Mazie’s voice broke through Blade’s sexual haze. He didn’t know if she was talking to him or Travis, but Blade needed some air.

Mazie lifted herself from Travis’ lap, removing his fingers in the process.

“Go to your room. We can meet later.” Mazie directed Travis with a nod toward the door. He kissed Mazie thoroughly, saluted Blade, and then left.

Blade relaxed. After watching Travis and Mazie’s scene, Blade didn’t trust Travis in Lacinda’s room with her lying scantily clothed and high on sex. Blade wanted Lacinda for himself, no sharesies. Travis never grew out of his college day mentality when it came to women, always the player.

“Take good care of her, Mazie. I’m hoping she can attend dinner tonight.”

Mazie stood beside the bed, feathering Lacinda’s scattered curls away from her face. “No worries. I’ve got your back on this one.” Mazie sighed. “She’s an authentic beauty.”

Blade hurried back to his quarters, primed for another cold shower.

Chapter Five

Lacinda

Lacinda opened her eyes. At first she didn’t recognize the room. She sat up.

It all rushed back like a nightmare or the most erotic dream she would never share. She still wore the string bikini. At least she’d kept her clothes on. What she recalled most were naked bodies—sexually active naked bodies—surrounding her.

I must have passed out... from too much alcohol? Strong drinks. And how’d I get back here?

She whipped her legs over the side of the bed and caught the action in the mirror by the door. Her hair settled over one shoulder and the image brought home the rest of her story. Gentle fingers combing her hair, rubbing her back…Oh, for God’s sake, her belly fired. Heat streaked through her breasts then coated her cheeks. Needles pounded the back of her eyes and her thick tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.

“You’re a wanton slut,” she slurred at her mirror image. She needed a glass of water; a desert somehow got dumped inside her mouth. Disgusted with her behavior, she chastised herself, “How can a woman act like that in front of the whole world, and then deserve to blush about it?”

“Hey, you’re awake.” Mazie stepped out of the bathroom carrying a glass of water. She wore a lovely black lace gown that easily could have been sewn into place on her body. It melded over her curves, leaving nothing much undiscovered. She handed Lacinda the glass and then twirled. Mazie’s scent of patchouli infused the air inside the room.

“So you think I’m a wanton slut, huh?” Mazie plopped on the bed beside Lacinda, making water splash out of the glass.

“No.” Lacinda set the glass on the table and pointed at herself in the mirror. “She is.”

Mazie laughed so hard, Lacinda thought a seam would bust apart on Mazie’s gown.

“Well, I’m glad you’re awake and remembering the good parts. You fainted, so I had someone carry you back here.”

“Wow, I fainted from two drinks? I can’t believe it. Who faints after two drinks? I’m thinking this isn’t working for me.” A knot rose up from her chest and lodged in her throat, making it tight. Her eyes welled, blurring everything around her.

“Lacinda, dear, quiet yourself.” Mazie pulled Lacinda closer. “This is only day one. So you had some drinks, who says you fainted from the drinks? Maybe it’s because you were over-stimulated. There was a lot going on poolside this afternoon.” Mazie squeezed her arm around Lacinda’s shoulders.

“This is all so new for me. I’m not a free agent when it comes to sex. I’ve only been with one man, the one I would have married. If it hadn’t been for Avery, I wouldn’t even be here.”

“Well, for starters, stop thinking like someone else got you here, okay? You got yourself here. It was your answers on that questionnaire, even if they were embellished a bit, they were
your
answers. Right?”

Lacinda hesitated as she thought through the more risqué answers. Even though some of those answers embarrassed her, they were
her
deepest desires.

“Yes, they’re my answers.”

“Then, get on your party face and open yourself. We’re all single, mature adults…with a clean bill of health. It’s time for stimulating fun, sexy times, and the most erotic moments of your life. It’s all about relaxing and a few drinks help a person relax.”

Mazie untied the top of Lacinda’s string bikini and slid the shoulder straps down.

“That’s what I’m talking about, showing those glorious ta-ta’s to the world. God meant them for sharing or he wouldn’t have made them so ripe.”

“Isn’t there a label for that kind of behavior in the real world?” Lacinda crisscrossed her hands over her breasts.

“Thank God we’re not in the real world here. Now, let’s get you dressed for the Captain.”

“Oh no, what time is it?” Lacinda shot off the bed in search of a clock, suddenly uncaring of her modesty.

“It’s five o’clock according to the time stamp on the phone.”

“I need a shower, do something with my hair, apply make-up, and which of my two formal dresses should I wear?”

“You jump in the shower. I’ll get your dress. What are you, about a size 6?”

Lacinda shuffled through her underwear drawer for the black lacey thong and found a number of scanty little thongs.
Avery!

“I’m an 8.” Lacinda turned toward Mazie. “Why are you asking for my size? I have two perfectly fine gowns.”

“Already went through your closet, nothing better to do while you were out cold. So, I know what size you wear.”

“So, why’d you ask?”

“There’s a lot to be said about a woman who tells the truth about her size.” Mazie shook her head. “And no, dear, you do not have two perfectly fine gowns. You shower and I’ll bring back a nice surprise for you.”

“Please don’t bring me something as revealing as what you’re wearing. It’s lovely on you, don’t get me wrong. But, I could never feel comfortable in something like it.”

Mazie reached out in a quick smooth motion and pinched Lacinda’s nipple.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“You’re pissing me off.”

Lacinda headed toward the bathroom and Mazie slapped Lacinda’s naked butt cheek. “Get a move on, and I’ll be right back.”

Lacinda took a long hot shower, shaving or trimming whatever needed it. The steamy warm air settled the pressure behind her eyes, but not the building pressure in her belly. With trembling fingers she combed mousse through her hair, scrunched and dried it. She applied little make-up, only enough for highlighting.