I Swear I'm Not a Home-Wrecer

Jane arrived a half hour late, as per her usual, especially when she was going to see her "rock-n-roll Jesus". We were all going to Virginia Beach to see Ryan's (that be the aforementioned rock-n-roll Jesus) best friend for the week. I was the first pick up and I, literally hated being late even for a road trip, but was thrumming with excitement. If I remember right this was my first trip out of state without family of any kind! My memory is a little unreliable sometimes. Anyway, I throw my bag into the back of her silver VW beetle; I swear I can't make this up, my best friend was a hippy-type 20 year old named Jane who drove a real life VW bug that almost always had the Beatles playing loudly from the speakers and her 39 year old boyfriend, Ryan, looked like a mix between Rob Zombie and Jesus, hence "Rock-n-Roll Jesus". I know what you might be thinking, 20 and 39?!? Yup that's completely true, at first I was skeeved out by it but Ryan grew on me, he was a pretty decent guy. How many dudes do you know take their girl on a week long vacation in December, without interfering with family obligations, and really take care of her in all of the important ways? Not many I'd think.

"Girl, you're late again, I am beyond excited, let's get Ryan and blow this popsicle stand," I say as I pop into the passenger seat and buckle up.

She just rolled her eyes, "shut up, it's vacation, you don't always have to be so timely."

"True enough," I look in her direction as she pulls out of my parents driveway, "so are you like hella excited to get a whole week to be with Ryan?" I wiggle my eyebrows for emphasis, they had a HEALTHY sex life.

I may or may not be a little jealous of that part, I hadn't had a lot of sex or sex partners, I was on a dry spell that felt like it was a year long. Whenever we hung out it was almost always with other people so Ryan and Jane could sneak off for 30-50 minutes of alone time without abandoning me. Then I'd get all the juicy deets later.

She had a really wide grin when she nodded, "absolutely, Kyle's RV has plenty of space to test out. Don't worry, we won't do anything on the pull out bed until the last day so you don't have to sleep there!" She snickered as she propped her left foot up on the dash by the steering wheel. She did this all the time and it finally didn't terrify me every time she did. It should have been cold outside, like it usually would be in central Ohio a couple of days into December, but it was still like 65, really the perfect weather for a road trip.

Ryan's house was closer to downtown, Jane and I live deeper into the suburbs; a place city people call the boonies, but people who live in the boonies call the city. The usually 45 minute trip took no time, probably because we were both so excited.

She pulled up to the front of Ryan's place and rolled down the windows, she sticks her thumb out the window indicating she's going inside to get him and I grin, knowing what that meant, luckily I planned for such an instant and brought the book I'd been reading. I know, who brings a book on a college beach vacation? Like I said, dry spell, and we were headed to Virginia Beach to stay at Ryan's buddy, Kyle's house, well, his RV on his property. It's not like there was going to be a kegger every night or tons of people to socialize with. Just Jane, Ryan, Kyle, his 14 year old daughter Morgan, and his fiancée Kelly. It sounded a lot less fun when you spelled it all out like that but we were 20, hadn't been on a vacation without family, and definitely not on a vacation that supplied copious amounts of alcohol at no cost to ourselves. Plus it's a beach, albeit in December on the east coast.

With a couple of stops to pee and some ran-do stops to roadside stands/shops we made it to Kyle's in record time.

We pulled up to a nice little one-story house, with white siding and a small grey porch next to the gravel driveway.

Ryan checked his phone, "they're out back."

He unfolds his 6'4" lanky frame out of the car, stretching after being in the confines of a "toy car" (that's what he calls her car) and goes to open Jane's door for her. He offers her a hand and she takes it, stepping out of the car slow enough that Ryan looks down at her long, tanned legs that she's clearly putting on display for him. When she's got both legs out she hops out and scrunches herself close to him searching for warmth. As soon as Ryan opened his door we both felt the chilling air waft in.

"I know it's December but Ohio was so nice, here it's damn near cold as ice," she says moving her arms in between herself and Ryan.

Ryan snickered, "it's not that cold, I think you just want to be close to me." He winked before kissing her like they hadn't made out at every stop.

By this point I'm out of the car waiting on directions because I'm a wee-bit cold but also excited to get my drink on. We could hear light music coming from behind the house. I lightly clear my throat, I'm not trying to be a cock-block but it's cold and alcohol heats you up and Kyle already told Ryan that he and Kelly were pregaming waiting for us to arrive. I was always nervous about meeting new people but it was only two people and it came with free booze.

He took hold of Jane's hand and led us around back, I'm assuming Kyle, stood up in his hot tub and was like, "bout time y'all got here! It's almost ten!" He picks up a pitcher of brown liquid with ice in it and pours more into his glass.

With the way Jane was still plastered to Ryan because she was "cold" Kyle said, "you must be Jane, I'm Kyle, this is Kelly," he pointed to a tiny blonde woman who was clearly already drunk as hell, but she smiled and waved.

"Hi guys! I'm so glad you made it safe! Have a drink!" She says pointing to the pitcher and cups with a swing of her whole hand, "I made Long Island Iced Tea."

Now, being 20 and a relatively "good kid" I did not know what I was in for when Kyle handed me a full glass, "you must be Jane's friend."

"Mhmm, Ashley," I say taking the glass and smiling at him, "thanks."

Ryan had poured himself and Jane a glass and they both began drinking, so I did too. Holy cow, it was like drinking straight liquor and I had not really done that yet in this size container, shots, yes, entire class of hard liquor, no sir. I started by drinking tiny sips, it was warming me up being next to the hot tub and drinking a bit so I took what I could get.

I guess at this point you're probably wondering what I look like. I'm 5'9" with auburn hair that goes down to mid back, I never really do anything with it so it just kind of lays there. Jane and I joke that I have two skin tones, ghost and lobster; that's not counting my freckles that cascade from the bridge of my nose to anywhere else sunlight has hit. I'm a bigger girl, curves, no butt really, but God blessed me with a great pair of twins. That and my hair are my two favorite things about my appearance. Anyway, I tell you because I'm with two dudes, each with skinny blonde women on their arms and getting laid on the reg, okay I'm not sure about Kyle but he's engaged, he's got to be getting some right? As I'm having this thought to myself while sipping my drink with one hand and covering my tummy slightly with the other, both couples start exploring their tonsils enthusiastically.

When Kyle and Kelly are finished (this time) he looks up and grins devilishly at us all, "why aren't you guys in the hot tub yet?"

I set my drink down, "I'll go get the bags so we can change." I had already seen the RV with its lights on further down the driveway that leads all the way to the edge of the backyard.

Kyle grabs my wrist, "no need, just get into your underwear, Kelly and I did." He stands up and indeed he's in black, what look like cotton, boxer briefs that cling tightly to every contour. I probably stare a bit too long, the alcohol has my brain function slowing already. He chuckles slightly as he notices and slides back beneath the water. I blink, barely regaining my ability to think. I look over to Jane and Ryan and they're already in their skivys. At their enthusiasm and the fact that Kyle and Kelly are already there, I say "fuck it" in my head and pull my shirt over my head and slide my leggings down. Leaving my flip flops on the deck next to the hot tub, I wait for the others to climb in then quickly do the same. I'm wearing light pink cheekies and a hot pink bra, I did not plan on anyone seeing my mismatched not-lingerie. I take another swig of my drink, more than I have previously, it burns but so does the water a bit and burn can feel good.

We start talking a bit just casual and typical questions, "what do you do, how's school going, what are you studying," sharing basic information. All while drinking and giggling as our intoxication levels rise. By this point Ryan has pulled Jane onto his lap and I can see her "floating" back and forth. Kyle has definitely noticed too. His eyes have focused on them and then he looks to Kelly who was drunk when we arrived and is DEFINITELY plastered by this point. He reaches for her and she grins, sliding toward him and straddling him. I watch as his large hands grip her hips and pulls her forward into an impassioned kiss. Now everyone in the tub is groaning and I'm sitting there awkwardly trying to look anywhere but the four of them. It's at that moment that Jane catches my eye and grins mischievously, she leans back onto Ryan's chest and curls her arm around his neck grasping the back of his head and crashing his lips to hers, all while still rocking back and forth. His hands are on her hips, I can just see the flesh of her hips dipping at the pressure he's applying under the bubbles of the water. She whispers something in his ear and comes to sit next to me after he nods.

"You know," she says as she drains what little was left in her glass, "I'm so happy we get to be on this trip together and we got you out of the house!" She leans in and grabs me in a bear hug.

I can feel her stiff nipples through her lacey bra as they rub against the tops of my breasts. She knows I'm bisexual and we are really close so this isn't totally strange, plus our go-to clubs are all the best gay clubs central Ohio has to offer. After watching everyone else get some attention I'm dying but just giggle and hug her back.

It's at this point that I notice we have an audience. I mean two typical dudes watching as two drunk and sexed up college girls hug in their underwear in a hot tub. It's bound to get attention. It must be the alcohol but as I release Jane from the hug my hands trail down her spine instead of just letting go. Where I'm ghostly white, Jane is tan from all the running she does. Where I'm curvy, Jane is muscular and fit. I watch as both men watch my hands trail down her back. Kelly is looking at nothing in particular and just smiling. She is no longer on Kyle's lap and as my hand floats away from Jane, Kyle's eyes meet mine. His lightly tanned jaw, covered in a days stubble is working hard as he continues to bore holes into my soul.

"What, are you two a thing?" He says snickering and rolling his eyes, crossing his heavily muscled arms making the few tattoos he has strain against the effort to contain them.

Jane and I look at each other and instinctively know, "what if we are, what's it to you?" We say sharing the sentence and then grabbing each other's hands as we raise our arms above the edge of the hot tub. I didn't know about Jane, but I was getting hot.

Kyle let out a small huff before shifting in the hot tub seat, "well don't let me stop you." He was trying to call our bluff.

Jane and I always joked about making out but had never done it. She looked at me and came closer, letting go of my hand and trailing a line from a water droplet up to my shoulder, pushing my hair behind my ear. My breath was coming quicker, I have always thought of Jane as beautiful, and we made jokes, but never gotten anywhere near kissing, just grinding on each other in clubs like typical college girls on the dance floor. She was still coming closer, I reached my hand to move her hair much in the same way she had just done to me, I sat up a bit and that was all it took. Our lips touched and it was almost like we weren't sure if we should go forward. Then we heard Kyle and Ryan groan and Kelly's breath catch. With that, we felt encouraged to go further; our lips moved together, my hand twinning into Jane's hair, she still had one hand close to my ear and moved it down to the nape of my neck while the other rubbed up my left arm. Once she reached my bra strap she slipped her finger under it and traced up and down to the top of my breast. My breath hitched and it broke the kiss momentarily. I looked into her heavily lidded eyes and she had a small grin on her face, her finger still traced the top of my breast and I used my hand to bring her back. I kissed her briefly on the lips and pulled back enough to use my thumb to touch her swollen lip and tug it down a bit. I lean forward and suck her lip in between my teeth and nibble a bit. I have lost track of my hands and she leans further into me, kissing me and pushing her breasts into me with her hand trailing to the back of my bra. I run my hands down her sides and grab her gorgeously toned ass, squeezing gently. I break away to trail kisses and small nibbles down to the strap of her bra.

Ryan reaches forward and I felt his fingers graze mine as he traces the line of her panties just below where my hand lies. I move my hand because I know she prefers what he can offer. I move my hand to her breasts, squeezing it gently. I can feel her tight nipple in my palm. I move my hand a bit more and pinch her between my thumb and middle finger. Rolling her nipple between my fingers she pushes forward arching herself away from the kisses she was laying on my neck. With a splash of water Ryan tugs her back to him, spinning her around to straddle him and kisses her vigorously.

Kyle had been watching Jane and I with fervent attention, Kelly was watching and somewhere during Jane and I's fevered moment, her bra had come off and she was matching the movements I had just been using on Jane. Kyle followed my gaze and his eyes locked on to Kelly's breasts.

He grinned and in a husky voice said, "come here you."

Kelly moved toward him and I watched as her hand snaked down between their bodies. Ryan and Jane were panting heavily to my right, water was moving with their ministrations. Again I sat alone but was so turned on I needed to readjust in the hot tub. I pushed myself up a bit, feeling the cool air touch my upper body. Kyle reached for Kelly's hand and brought it out of the water to wrap around his neck, he pulled her up so he could ravage her breasts with his mouth.

I looked away, only to see Jane throw her head back as Ryan's hand was low between them too. I watched him grin as she squealed under his touch.

Kyle heard her noises and set Kelly down on his lap, "no sex in the hot tub guys."

Ryan nodded his head and stood, he climbed out of the hot tub, picking Jane up, who then started giggling, and carrying her over his shoulder to the RV. Welp, that escalated quickly. Kelly and Kyle were back to business so I looked away and thought about my options. I couldn't go to the RV because you don't go knockin' when the RV is rockin' and staying here had me getting more turned on. I decide on turning around and letting my upper body hang out of the hot tub, allowing the cool night air to hit me to cool me down. My butt is still in the water but the top half is out.

I hear movement behind me and glance over to see Kyle helping Kelly out of the hot tub and into the house. I stay in the same position relaxing, calming down from that turn of events. My eyes drift closed as lay my head on my crossed arms. Pretty soon I hear the sliding door open, indicating that someone has come back out, either Kyle or Kelly, I didn't bother looking.

"She was exhausted, she wanted to stay and give you company but she pregamed a little too hard I think," he said as I hear him come back into the hot tub.

"No big, I thought you'd be busy after all that, I didn't think anything of it." I tilted my head in his direction smiling.

"So, psychology huh?"

"Yeah, I'm not really sure what's after, but I have time," I say, still hanging over the edge.

He made some wordless agreement, and I couldn't care less. Then, I felt something on my leg, a steady point of pressure, going up just far enough to touch the curve of my ass, then it trailed back down my leg. I was more than tipsy but goodness knows I was still turned on, so instead of shrinking away from the touch I pressed into it.

With a moment a clarity I snap upright and turn to face him, "what was that?"

I hissed out the words before I saw the hungry look in his eyes, the rest of my argument left me then. He waded the short distance between us.

"You're so beautiful, I couldn't wait for her to go to bed. Took too damn long." He moved slowly, like he was scared I would fly away.

I don't think I could if I wanted to though. No one had called me beautiful, not like that. He brush my damp hair off my rapidly rising and falling chest, not quite touching me, just a light brush.

"Kyle," I whisper, almost inaudibly. I knew I should get out of that hot tub.

He leaned in, just inches from my mouth. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He wasn't thinking straight. "Tell me you weren't putting on a show for me, tell me your perfect ass wasn't waiting for this." His hand disappeared below the ripples of the bubbles, he wrapped one strong arm around my back and lifted me just enough to fit his hand under me and squeeze harshly.

I let out a whimper, none of my sexual partners made me feel this sexy, this wanted, and he had barely said or did anything. "I... I..." my words trail off as he continued to knead my flesh enthusiastically. "Maybe I did." My heart was beyond racing, I'm sure he could feel it in the small space between us.

"Tell me to stop, I will." His gazed locked on mine.

Again, I don't think I could have if I wanted to. When I said nothing his hand released its hold of my ass and went in between us as he kissed me. Just as his hand reached my panties his lips touched mine. He wanted me and I wanted him, I could feel his solid cock pressed against my leg. He took his time running his fingers up and down my crease through the panties. I reflexively moved my body closer to his to get more of his touch. He groaned under my lips and depended the kiss. I reached around and dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders. He wasn't rock solid but jeez he was firm, and if he was worried about Kelly seeing the marks from my hands he didn't say anything. He pressed his fingers to my clit through the panties and I arched further, breaking his hold on my mouth, throwing my head back and moaning. He took that opportunity to plant kisses down my throat and bite my neck. The feel of his teeth had me reacting against him again. I didn't see his control snap but it must have, because he removed his hand from my pussy and flipped me over, just like I had been when he came out. It wasn't a second after he had me flipped over that my panties were down.

He bent over pressing his firm body against my back.  "I don't want to..." I felt his dick beneath the wet fabric of his boxer briefs slowly rubbing on my backside, "... but this is the last time I'll ask, do you want me to stop?"

I was breathing so heavily my words came out one at a time as I turned my head to try and see him, "do... not... stop."

With that he laid another bite, this time on my left shoulder, grabbed a fistful of my hair with his right hand, and apparently freed himself from his boxers only to plunge into my waiting folds. I let out a deep groan and so did he.

"You're so tight," he said as he fiercely grabbed my hip, he began his slow assault sawing in and out of me at a pace I didn't think was possible with the level of want between us.