35 - Landon

35

Landon

I didn't know how the subject of threesomes had come up, but I was surprised with how forthcoming I was with Joanna. I had never told anyone about my threesome. Not even my best friends. I wasn't the kind of guy who bragged about his sexual exploits, and even if I was, it seemed silly to brag about an event I barely remembered.

But I found myself strangely comfortable with Joanna. I could tell her about my college threesome and it didn't feel weird. Honestly, I felt like I could tell her about anything and it would be fine. I'd never had that level of comfort with a woman before.

It was probably because I wasn't trying to date her. She was here to pretend to be my girlfriend, and then we would go our separate ways. If I put my foot in my mouth or said anything else really stupid, it didn't matter.

Yet the more time we spent together, and the longer we pretended to be in a relationship, the more I wondered if that were really true.

Since the wedding, I'd felt a strange tingle in my stomach when I looked at Joanna. Hell, even when I thought about her. She'd started out as a random woman who I'd made a crazy bargain with, and now…

Well, now I didn't know what she was.

But she was something more.

We went to sleep after finishing off the wine, with a wall of pillows down the middle of the bed to keep us separated. As I listened to her breathing become steady, I thought about the conversation on the roof. She'd been the one to bring up threesomes. Her eyes had sparkled with a curious intensity when she learned about my experience; I could tell she wanted to ask more questions, but had held herself back.

Was she flirting with me? Was that why she brought up the subject?

That thought process tortured me as I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning facing the barrier of pillows. Joanna's blonde hair was splayed out in my view like a golden halo. She must have had her ass pressed against the pillows between us, because I could sense it moving gently every time she breathed.

I had a raging hard-on. It was just morning wood, and had nothing to do with Joanna, but she was right there in my vision. I could smell her flowery scent on the sheets, had fallen asleep to her aroma. Without intending to, I began imagining that the pillows were gone. That she was pushing her ass up against my crotch, my arm hooked over her body and holding her close.

Yeah. That would have been nice.

I need to jack off . It had been a little while since I'd rubbed one out, and even longer since I'd been with a woman. My thoughts were clouded. I was letting my little head do the thinking instead of the big one.

Where would I go, though? The bathroom? If I was by myself, sure, but I didn't want to go do that while she was sleeping in the next room. One, it was creepy. And two, I would be afraid she would wake up and wonder what I was doing.

But I was insanely horny. Maybe I could sneak back to the room later while she was on the beach.

Suddenly, Joanna let out a deep sigh and stretched one arm over her head. She rolled over until she was facing me, then picked up the barrier pillow and lifted it up a few inches until one sapphire-blue eye was facing me.

"Morning," she said, tossing the pillow aside.

That familiar butterfly feeling in my stomach returned. "Morning."

"Thanks for not violating the sanctity of the pillow wall." She rolled onto her back and arched her back like a cat.

"I wouldn't dare."

"That wine was good last night. I had a nice buzz going, but I don't feel hungover at all."

"The manager gave us the good stuff," I said. "Thanks for almost getting roofied."

"Glad my horrible experience could result in some fancy perks!" She rested her head back into the pillow, golden hair all messy around her. "You can have the shower first."

The shower was across the room, on her side of the bed. I would have to get up and walk past her to reach it. A feat that was made more difficult by the rock-hard penis currently bulging out of my underwear.

"I'm good," I said. "The shower is all yours."

She sat up and looked down at me. "You sure? I'm going to wash my hair."

Ignoring the cleavage caused by her pajama tank top, I nodded. "I can wait."

Once she was facing the other direction, I didn't need to hide my gaze anymore. I got a nice, long eyeful of pajama-ass as she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

When the door was closed and the shower began running, I let my hand drift down my navel and into my underwear. It felt so good to finally touch myself, squeezing and stroking my cock without any preamble, like the few shared moments in bed had been foreplay. Images of Joanna flashed as I closed my eyes: laying on the beach in her bikini, talking about wanting to have a threesome with two men, standing under the shower right fucking now, steam rising all around her while she scrubbed her breasts…

Abruptly, I pulled my hand away. I was close to coming. That was shocking: I typically had pretty good sexual stamina. It had only been twenty or thirty seconds since Joanna turned the shower on, and I was ready to explode all over the goddamn bed we were sharing.

That would be an embarrassing conversation . Ignoring the way my cock practically throbbed , I got out of bed, threw some swim trunks and a T-shirt on, and left the room—strategically holding a towel in front of me to cover up my bulge. By the time I grabbed a coffee from the resort bar and reached the beach, I was back to normal.

But the deeper desire didn't go away.

Joanna joined me on the beach a little while later, not commenting on the fact that I had left the room so quickly. We were just so casual together, like everything was natural and required no explanation. It was nice.

I'm never going to see her again after this trip , I reminded myself. I just have a stupid crush. That's all.

"There you are," my mom said sometime later. "I've taken care of everything, Joanna. The hotel is going to make sure you have a perfect stay."

"They've done a great job already," she replied. "An upgraded room, a nicer selection of wine… I don't want any more fuss."

"Nonsense. You need to get the most out of this trip!" Mom insisted. "I signed you up for a bunch of activities. There's a different one every day. Today is snorkeling! You're meeting the instructor at noon."

"You'll have a blast, sweetie," I said, giving Joanna an extra sweet smile.

"You're going too," Mom said. "I signed you both up."

Joanna smiled sweetly at me. "Oh isn't that fun!"

"Sorry about her," I said when Mom was gone. "I know she can be a lot."

"I was prepared for that. Her difficulty is the entire reason you wanted a fake girlfriend in the first place! Besides, I actually like snorkeling."

"Then you'll have fun without me," I said. "I'm going to relax here with another drink."

"Aw, come on!" she insisted, sitting up in her chair. "It'll be fun."

"Counterpoint: it will be more fun if I stay here and take a nap."

"Don't make me go by myself," Joanna insisted, leaning forward in her bikini. "Please?"

Fuck. There was no way I could say no to that.

We met the instructor at his beach shack at noon. He gave us goggles and snorkels, and a brief explanation on how they worked. These snorkels had a cap on the end of the breathing tube, which would allow us to dive down to the ocean floor without the tube filling with water.

Joanna went first, and I followed her into the water. Her lean form glided across the water, long legs moving hypnotically. Everything felt slower, more real down here under the water. Including Joanna.

Five more days, I told myself. If I can last that long.