The Singles, Chapter 5
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***Please note: this chapter is a continuation of The Singles, Chapter 4, and is not intended to stand on its on. Reading the preceding chapter first is strongly recommended.***
I woke up in the morning half-certain that it had been a dream. Imogen attacking me in the hot tub, followed by Melissa sneaking into my bedroom to finish me off with a wonderfully slow and intimate fuck? No one's that lucky.
I winced as the scratches on my back scraped against the sheets. Imogen really happened, at least, I thought to myself. It had been quite a surprise. After Melissa had headed to bed, my curvy redheaded housemate had suddenly become quiet and uncertain, which was itself highly unusual; her mouth was usually on autopilot when it came to small talk. Still, there we sat, my arm around her shoulders, her head resting against me, one hand gently stroking my thigh, creating an almost painful hardness between my legs. It had been at least fifteen minutes before she spoke.
"Melissa told me I was free to make use of you as I pleased," she had finally said, half to me, half to herself. "With no commitments or complications." She raised her head and our eyes met. "The phrase 'helluva good fuck' came up as well. I'm tired of playing with myself every other night; fingers and toys just can't replace the real thing." My cock had twitched and I'd almost lost it right there at the way she talked about toys. Her hand had finally found my shaft at that point, and she stroked it carefully, as if she barely remembered what to do with it. "It's been three years since a man has taken me properly," she said boldly. I want you. Now."
Imogen had been unbelievable. Sexy. Sensual. Aggressive. Passionate. As her arousal built, she made the most amazing sounds, a moan reaching almost a siren pitch, and when she came, her movements were violent enough to potentially cause injury. Luckily I had survived with my manhood still attached, and gouges on my back as a reminder. I definitely hoped it wouldn't be a one-time thing; a guy like me could get used to a steady diet of Imogen.
Melissa was the dream. I had just settled in and was starting to doze when the door had opened and I'd heard someone enter. My first thought had been that it was Imogen coming for another round. The last person I had expected was Melissa; we hadn't slept together in almost three weeks, ever since our argument about living arrangements. Something incredibly special followed. I only hoped it had actually happened.
Turns out that whatever pleasant dreams I'd had that night, Melissa hadn't been one of them. When I wandered into the kitchen in my robe, Melissa was already there, dressed in only an apron, making pancakes. I'm not sure which looked and smelled better. A lingering hug and kiss from her settled any doubts about what had actually happened that night.
"You look pleased with yourself this morning," she told me with a wink. "I think someone had a good night last night."
"I did indeed," I answered her. "Wait, I thought you had a lot to do today."
"Well, yeah," she confessed. "But someone kept me up late last night, and I overslept. So I skipped my yoga class and postponed all my morning stuff, so we have the morning to ourselves. Imogen was especially cheerful this morning too, in case you were wondering."
"Glad to hear it," I answered. "Last night you said something about..."
She blushed crimson. "I couldn't sleep, so I was going to hop back into the tub for a bit longer. But you guys were...busy. God, how that turned me on though. Made me realize how much I missed being with you like that too, which is why I went to visit you after you guys went back to your own rooms. I don't know what I'd have done if you'd both gone back to the same room."
"Well, I'm glad you stopped by," I told her, giving her another squeeze.
"Oh, one more thing," she added as she loaded up my plate. "I got a response to our roommate ad." We had placed a classified ad when we closed the deal on the house, after realizing we had space for way more than just three people. A couple more would make the house feel more lived-in.
"That's great," I answered, sitting down with my plate. Pancakes were a wonderful surprise first thing in the morning.
"Her name's Audrey," Melissa continued, putting away the apron and joining me at the table. I couldn't help admiring the way her perky tits jiggled as she ate. "She's coming by tomorrow to see the place."
"Tomorrow? We're supposed to be going to the beach tomorrow, remember?"
"She's coming early. We'll still be out of here in good time. Hopefully she'll be a good fit for the house."
The ad had specified that we were looking for "mature housemates, must be single and open-minded". We didn't want couples or people with committed partners spoiling the "singles" experience we were trying to build. We also didn't want a bunch of college-age kids either; we had outgrown the teen/tween silliness that seemed so prevalent with so-called "adults" nowadays. Or some boring prude who would stifle our attempts at fun.
"Well, she didn't say anything about the stated requirements, but at least she doesn't talk like a teenager. We'll see when she gets here I guess."
The conversation turned to more general topics as we finished our pancakes. A discussion of what was next in terms of renovations
(Melissa had discussed some ideas with Imogen earlier, which she now shared with me). I was going to be spending a few days with my kids, so she would be in charge of directing the contractors. All too soon, she had to leave to get in at least a half day at work, and I had volunteered to run a number of household errands that afternoon, so we got dressed and went our separate ways.
The following morning was bright and sunny, promising another hot, beautiful day at the beach. A flurry of activity ensued as we scr ambled to shower, eat, get dressed, and get packed for the beach and still be ready to leave nice and early. All that activity was interrupted by a knock at the door, which Melissa hurried to answer. Voices drifted over from the entrance way, and I heard a throaty contralto voice with a hint of the Caribbean in it introduce herself as Audrey. Of course! Audrey, who was coming to see us about the space for rent!
I joined them in the living room as Melissa was showing off the main areas and talking about the ongoing renovations and the work that still needed to be done. Audrey was medium height, about 5' 6", a childhood immigrant from the Dominican Republic, and appeared to be in her late forties or early fifties. I was a little surprised by that; I had expected the ad to draw more responses from people about a decade younger.
"I'm a widow," she was saying in response to Melissa's inquiry about her marital status. "My husband passed two years ago. My youngest just moved to Vancouver; he's enrolled at SFU for this fall term, and wanted to head out west early to get settled in. My girls moved out years ago. So now it's just me in a house that used to be home for five. I was just thinking about getting a little apartment for myself when I saw your ad, and thought it would be nice to have other people around."
Her eyes had suddenly wandered over Melissa's shoulder as her voice faltered slightly during that speech. I took a quick peek in that direction just in time to see Imogen's shapely naked ass disappear around the corner into the kitchen. Apparently, having gotten naked in front of us in the hot tub, she was no longer shy about us seeing her that way. I realized suddenly that we hadn't told her Audrey was coming this morning!
"So how many are living here?" Audrey was asking. "This house looks big enough for a small army!"
"There's just the three of us so far," I answered, keeping an eye on the kitchen door. "You've spoken with Melissa already, I'm Darren. And, oh, speak of the Devil, that's Imogen!" Imogen had just wandered back out of the kitchen, toasted bagel in one hand, still nude and still completely oblivious to the fact that we had company.
"Imogen!" I called, breaking her reverie. "Come meet Audrey, our potential new housemate!" She turned at the sound of her name, jumping a bit when she saw a total stranger standing in our living room. I had expected her to run for cover or something, but I guess she realized she was busted, so she just went along with it.
"Hi Audrey, I'm Imogen," she called back, tossing Audrey a bit of a wave of her empty hand. She spoke to Audrey, but she was looking at me as she leaned casually against the doorframe as if daring me to snicker. "I'd love to come and chat, but we're heading out to the beach soon, so I need to go get myself dressed." She turned back to me. "Three months, Darren!" she said, continuing the "free rent" joke that had first started at the beach. With that she disappeared upstairs, and I turned back to see how Audrey was handling our little surprise. I was pleased to see she seemed to be taking it in stride.
"I was wondering what you meant in your ad by 'open-minded'," she said after a brief pause. "So, this is a nudist house or something?"
"Not really," Melissa answered quickly. "But the three of us are pretty comfortable together, so it's more just not caring if someone else is around when I run to my bedroom after a shower, or getting up in the middle of the night for a washroom run. I didn't worry about walking around the house naked when I lived alone, and I don't do anything differently now. I guess you could say we're a little more casual about the dress code than most. We're actually heading to the nude beach today. It gets to be habit-forming."
"Well, one of the things I was hoping to get out of sharing a house with others was some new experiences," Audrey answered carefully. "I suppose I can handle seeing my roommates undressed once in a while. As long as you realize you might be catching a glimpse of my old bag of bones from time to time." That last was delivered with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. I couldn't tell if she was teasing or excited.
We gave her a quick tour of the house, which she thought was beautiful, remarking several times at its potential. As we showed her back to the door, reminding her that we had to get back to our day's plans, she thanked us for our time. "I'm definitely interested," she told us as she hunted for her car keys. "I think this would be a good place for me. I'll let you folks discuss it, and if you think I'll fit in, give me a call. I'm ready to move any time!"
After we closed the door, Melissa gave me a questioning look. "I have no objections," I told her. "I think if she can handle a surprise naked babe wandering through the room and hardly bat an eye, we should have no problem."
"I agree," Melissa answered. "We should discuss it with Imogen first, of course, but I think we've found ourselves a new tenant."
Imogen agreed to go with whatever we decided. "Besides," she said, "she's already seen me naked, so that's one bit of awkwardness already out of the way. She seemed nice enough for the few seconds I was there."
"I'll call her when we get back then," Melissa replied. "Now that that's decided, everyone ready?"
It was a beautiful day, and even the drive out as highly enjoyable. Imogen grumbled about the hike from the parking lot, of course, but it seemed a little more in jest than the previous time. Soon enough, we arrived at the clothing-optional area and set up our little relaxation station. Melissa and I stripped down to our skins, while Imogen sat down in what remained of the suit she had worn last time. I couldn't help but admire my two wonderful friends. So different, but both beautiful. Melissa's long brown hair was a sharp contrast to her pale skin, her small athletic frame always a delight to see or touch. Imogen's short hairstyle showed off her neck and shoulders beautifully, and she had curves worthy of a Bond girl. Long and graceful, too, she always walked as if she was floating. I quickly rolled over to hide the beginning of a hard-on.
"What's wrong Darren?" Imogen teased from her spot beside me on the blanket. "Something come up that you weren't expecting?"
"How can it not with you two goddesses beside me?" I shot back. She blushed slightly at the compliment as she applied her sunscreen before handing it off to Melissa. I opted to turn and watch the waves as they lotioned each other's backs. It just seemed safer.
Soon enough we decided to introduce ourselves to the water. Cold still, but not as chilly as our previous visit; a couple weeks of warm weather has an effect even on that amount of water. I was the first to duck down, and the girls laughed at me as I gasped at the first shock. Imogen followed suit next, and together we grabbed a hesitant Melissa and dragged her down with us. We laughed and splashed together like children for a few minutes, thoroughly enjoying ourselves before settling down and drifting lazily in the cold water and hot sunshine. Imogen stood suddenly in the waist-deep water (we were far enough from the beach that we could barely tell the men from the women; gotta love Lake Winnipeg sandbars!) stretching her arms up above her head, giving us a perfect view of her wonderful tits. Catching me staring at her, she crouched back down in the water, apparently concentrating on something, then stood and turned to Melissa.
"Could you do me a favour and hang onto this for me?" she asked, handing Melissa a wadded bundle of something that could only be her bikini bottoms. "You guys have seen me, I even streaked a total stranger this morning. It's time I tried it out." She eased back into the water, drifting for a bit with a dreamy look on her face. "Wow," she said a last as Melissa and I watched her. "Amazing how much difference a small piece of fabric makes. So, you guys going to stand there and stare at me all day, or are you going to enjoy the water?"
We hung out in the water for a little while longer until the chill forced us back to the shore. I was pleased to see that Melissa had dutifully "lost" Imogen's bottoms, so I was now accompanied at our blanket by two naked lovelies. That's what I would call a good day. We talked, relaxed in the sun, ate some snacks, and stared out at the waves. Although there were a few bodies in the water, the majority seemed to be just enjoying the sun and the beach. I counted about twenty people on that part of the beach, and I had seen when we were out in the water perhaps an equal number on the other side of the brush, in the "traditional" nude area. I had never known nude sunbathing was that popular here.
I looked back over at my friends. Melissa was sitting up reading a book. Imogen was lying on her back, perfectly still. With her sunglasses on, I couldn't be sure, but I suspected she was asleep. "Is she awake?" I asked Melissa quietly.
"Well, she's not talking, so I'd guess not," she replied with a teasing grin. Hard to disagree with that reasoning. "I'm in the mood for another dip. You coming?"
We headed back out into the lake, this time drifting together, touching hands, legs, feet. I cupped her breasts as I hugged her from behind, and she responded by leaning back into me. I knew her thoughts, like mine, were returning to our first trip out there together, and we both knew what was about to happen.
I found a suitable sandbar, far enough out for privacy but shallow enough for what we had in mind, and sat down on my heels. Melissa immediately locked her legs around my waist and kissed me fiercely; the warmth of her body against me was a wonderful contrast to the water, and my cock sprang instantly to full attention. Our kiss gentled, and our tongues explored each other's mouths softly and sensually. The waves lifted her with each swell, and with almost no effort on our parts we lined up and I slid carefully inside her. She moved one hand briefly between us to adjust our position, opening her lower lips wide for a better fit, then squeezed the base of my cock quickly before wrapping her arms back around my neck. I don't know how long we remained that way, gazing into each other's eyes, kissing each other's lips, cheeks, necks, or just sitting with our foreheads touching as the waves raised and lowered her on my hardness, but slight changes in her facial expression were just starting to betray her level of arousal when I caught a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye.
"Hey guys!" Imogen said cheerfully as she drifted up to us. "Shame on you for leaving me all alone on the beach. You should have woken me up when you came back out here." She drifted closer and wrapped her long arms around us both. I shifted position to return the hug, the movement driving me deeper inside Melissa, who was unable to contain a gasp of pleasure. "You ok, Melissa?" Imogen asked reflexively before realization dawned. Her eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment, then narrowed as a devilish grin spread across her face. "You two are being naughty under the water aren't you?" Taking our silence as confirmation, she began drifting in slow circles around us, trailing a hand across our naked backs. "That is so hot you guys." Clearly she had no intention of leaving us to it, and Melissa had no intention of dismounting, so I tightened our clinch and started rocking my hips gently in counterpoint to the motion of the waves. Melissa let out a groan in spite of her efforts not to betray her pleasure.
Imogen stopped her shark-like circling and settled in behind me, pressing her torso against my back. The way she rolled her hips against me spoke of the level of her arousal. "So," she said, her voice a rough whisper in my ear, "do I get a turn on this ride too, or is it reserved?"
Melissa groaned, her lips moving down to my neck as she started bouncing on my lap under her own power. Clearly Imogen's presence was turning her on as well! Her arms squeezed me tight, and she bit down, hard, on my shoulder as Imogen started to hump me more vigourously from behind. Melissa's body spasmed in tightly controlled convulsions as she held herself tightly against me, letting out a guttural groan that went on and on. As her orgasm subsided, she slowly slid off me and around to my side, a hungry look that I'd never seen before on her face. My two gorgeous friends switched places, and then it was a gloriously naked Imogen pressed against my chest, her tits in my face as she positioned herself before sliding slowly down on my dick. Penetration was easy, warm, and moist. She was so turned on already, I had to work to keep her from just bouncing away, getting her to settle down and let the waves do the work, but we finally settled into a nice clinch, rocking gently against each other as our lips and tongues duelled.
The cold water had given me unexpected staying power, allowing me to hold off cumming even with Imogen riding me more and more aggressively and Melissa grinding against me from behind, both of them kissing my face, neck, ears. Once again I had to grab Imogen firmly and hold her in place. I was worried that if she bounced too much it would be apparent to anyone looking our way exactly what we were up to.
"God damn it, Darren," Imogen hissed in my ear. Her teeth were tightly clenched to contain her usual moan. "Fuck me already. I need it hard!" I pumped my hips harder driving my manhood as deep into her as I was able, but it wasn't enough; I could feel Imogen bucking, threatening to break my grip to achieve the range of motion she needed. Her breathing was becoming more ragged as I fought to hold her still.
Melissa came up with the solution, releasing me to slide around behind her. Imogen leaned back in her friend's arms, raising her hips upward while Melissa supported her head. With Imogen's body almost horizontal now, I grabbed her waist and started fucking in earnest, slamming my pelvis against hers as hard I could with the water holding me back. After only a few strokes, Imogen was thrashing wildly again, until with a wild yelp she clenched her legs tightly around my waist, bit down hard on Melissa's forearm, and came with a vengeance.
I had a sudden flash recollection of Imogen lying on the deck beside the hot tub, scrambling madly for a condom, and with the last of my self-control I pulled out and blew my load in the water. I collapsed back onto my heels as Imogen settled limply into Melissa's arms. When Imogen was able to support herself again, Melissa released her, inspecting the red mark on her arm.
"I'm sorry," Imogen said when she saw what she'd done. "I couldn't help myself. I was just...I was..."
"Just out of your head with ecstasy?" Melissa teased. "Don't worry about it. I'll just have to remember to use a full Nelson on you instead of a headlock next time." We all laughed at that one, our eyes shining as we looked at each other. The thought of a "next time" clearly had us all fired up.
"So," I asked them finally. "Who's ready to go home?"
We waddled as quickly as possible back to shore, threw our clothes on, and practically sprinted back to the parking lot. The drive home was an agony of anticipation. Melissa kept reaching over to stroke the bulge in my shorts, while in the rear-view mirror I could see Imogen shifting in her seat constantly. I was pretty sure from the way she moved that her hands were busy as well, and her occasional sounds supported that hypothesis. Try as I might, I couldn't stick to the speed limit; luckily we didn't see a police car, since I'm pretty sure if an officer had come to the car at that point the ladies would have dragged him through the window and jumped his bones. After an eternity, we arrived home, where we dashed upstairs and piled into the shower together.
The bathroom off the upstairs master suite had the largest shower in the house, as we'd planned for it to be used by people entering or leaving the hot tub, so there was plenty of room for the three of us. In no time the steam was rising as we lathered ourselves and each other, getting rid of the smell and grit of sunscreen and the beach. After thoroughly rinsing my privates with the hand-held, Melissa suddenly dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. "If I wasn't worried about you crashing," she said between slurps, "I would have done this all the way home."
All I could do was nod. Imogen was beside me now, kissing me fiercely as I felt her breasts press against my side. I lowered my mouth to those gorgeous mounds, sucking like a babe in arms, teasing her nipples to erectness and drawing a groan from her lips. My right hand slid downward, and soon two fingers were exploring her pussy while I ground my palm into her clit. Just as Imogen was moaning out her pleasure, I lost it, exploding into Melissa's mouth. She took it all, then looked up at us with a smile.
"I think I'm clean. How about you guys?"
After thirty seconds to towel off, Melissa grabbed my still-semi-hard dick, I buried my fingers back inside Imogen's sopping wet cunt, and we all paraded downstairs to Melissa's bedroom, since she had the only king-size bed in the house. To say that what followed was awkward would be an understatement, but it was enjoyably awkward. We stumbled and fumbled all over each other as we tried to find combinations where I could please them both, and more than once we fell over in a heap, laughing, before trying again. Melissa knelt at the side of the bed, her face and chest pressed into the blankets, and I pounded her from behind while Imogen sat on the bed beside her with my face buried in her sex. Melissa leaned back against the headboard, fingering herself wildly while I knelt between Imogen's thighs and fed her pussy every last inch. I lay flat on my back while the girls took turns with their lips and tongues, working to revive my manhood after my third orgasm in an hour, the fourth in a day. Finally they were both riding me, Imogen straddling my head, groaning as I worked her inner folds with my tongue, and Melissa bouncing wildly on my aching cock, bringing herself to what seemed like an endless series of orgasms. Melissa let out one last groan of pleasure and relaxed, leaning forward against Imogen's shoulders for support. I started thrusting my hips upward, giving myself maximum stimulation, driving myself toward one final eruption as I worked Imogen's pussy for all I was worth. At last, Imogen grabbed my hair and ground herself against my face, screaming out her orgasm as my final load burst from my cock, filling Melissa's snatch with my juice one last time.
We all collapsed on the bed together and hugged each other, Melissa in the middle facing me, Imogen behind her with her long arms wrapped around us both. We stayed like that for a while, until at last I heard Imogen mumble something at me. I'm not sure what my response was, but she quietly slipped out of the bed, I assumed back to her own room. Melissa and I held each other for a while longer, neither of us speaking, and eventually we napped.
I woke up as Melissa stirred against me. A glance at the clock told me it was 8:00 PM, and my stomach was growling for my attention. Imogen was nowhere to be found, so I whipped up sandwiches for the two of us, and we sat there staring at each other as we ate.
Melissa suddenly grinned at me. "I wonder how Audrey would have reacted if she'd stumbled across us in the middle of THAT."
We laughed until we cried.