Preface:
This is the story of three female friends, their lengthy and complex relationships, their partners, their sex lives, and all the messy things that make us human. The story contains sex in many different forms, but it's not all about sex. It's more about relationships, good and bad, love, fear, insecurity, triumphs and mistakes.
The first chapter introduces the main characters and goes through some of their past experiences. I have chapter 2 partly written, but how far I take this story depends somewhat on how it is received, so if you like the story and want to see it continue, or even if you don't, please leave a comment with your feedback.
Chapter 1 - Admissions at the Coffee Shop
After almost a year of planning, our week-long vacation at the cottage was approaching rapidly. Hanna, Carly, and I were meeting at the local Starbucks to work out some details on June 17th with our week at the rented cottage beginning August 12th. There were still a few things to plan, like who was bringing what alcohol and, of course, food.
It wasn't going to be a girls' week away from the boys. We were bringing them with us. I was bringing my husband Tom. He was 30 and I was 29. We had no kids together, but he had a daughter from his first marriage who lived with her mother. Nice kid, but the mother was a real bitch.
Tom was a wonderful man who treated me like gold and loved fiercely, but there was a wall inside him that he'd built to protect his deepest thoughts and feelings. You see, Tom had been betrayed numerous times by people he loved and having suffered so much, he was reluctant to allow anyone to get all the way in. He protected his secret places, and they were for him alone.
Some people compare life to a card game between you and God where the loser goes to hell. Based on the cards dealt, Tom didn't stand a chance. First card in God's hand, Tom's father left when he was six to marry a younger and sexier version of his Mom. Then, when Tom was 14, his mother died after a lengthy battle with cancer. I'd call that fucked by the Almighty, so now God holds a pair of aces. There were additional betrayals along the way, so by 22 years old, Tom was playing against God's full house. The last card dealt was when Tom's first wife left him, ending a four year marriage. She told him that she'd been having a lengthy affair with one of his closest friends and that their child was actually not Tom's at all, but a product of the affair. Royal straight flush for God, game over.
I met Tom around two years after his divorce and quickly bumped up against the impenetrable wall surrounding his pain and his secrets. He was a nice looking guy with a strong jaw, sandy blonde hair, beautiful eyes, and a pretty good body. He worked out regularly and all my female friends commented favorably on his ass. We started to date and I really liked him, so I got to work ripping down that emotional wall, stone by stone. We've been happily married now for about two and a half years.
Tom was my second marriage as well. My first lasted three years, but I was only 23 when we got hitched. No kids from that union and I would describe my first marriage as tumultuous but incredibly passionate. My marriage to Tom was much more stable and anchored.
For the record, my name is Alice and I'm a wee lass from Ireland. Well, actually, not so wee. I'm 5' 8" and carry 135 lbs on a fairly slim frame. I have flaming red hair, neatly trimmed in the nether regions, brown eyes, smooth pale skin with some freckles, and plump natural lips, both top and bottom. Like a lot of Irish redheads, I'm reasonably well equipped in the bosom department measuring about 36 D. I have quite prominent darkish coloured nipples centered in equally dark areolas.
At 29 years old, my breasts are full, rounded, and firm, but I am aging. Two days ago, after getting out of the shower, I stood nude in front of the full length mirror, staring at the small paunch starting to form around my tummy.
"What are you staring at?" Tom asked.
"Seems like God delivered an extra few pounds when I wasn't looking," I sighed.
Tom, wearing only his boxers, came up behind me, reached around and put a hand under each of my breasts. He lifted them to feel their weight and check their firmness. "I wouldn't worry honey. God saw fit to hang most of those pounds on your chest, and the rest he distributed perfectly." Tom kissed my neck and I could feel his arousal starting to press against my butt. He slid his hands down my front, patting my paunch lovingly, and continued down to lightly caress my pubes. He spun me around squeezing my ass cheeks in his strong hands and kissed me passionately. I could feel his erection pressing into my tummy.
I just got out of the shower and didn't want to get sweaty, but how could you not reward such sweetness. Three minutes later, I was wiping a spilled drop of his cum from my chin and asked him to start breakfast.
"Do you want some coffee?" he asked with a big 'I just got blown' grin on his face. "You've already had the milk." He ducked as I threw my hair brush at him, and ran downstairs to get breakfast underway. Yea, I'd say I was pretty happy.
My oldest friend Hanna was bringing her husband Andy on the trip. Andy was a really nice guy and he and Hanna were great together. Whenever Tom and I saw them socially, we had a lot of fun.
When I was seven, my Mom died and Hanna was my next door neighbor. Being two years older than me, Hanna decided that it was her job to become my substitute mother, and she's been mothering me to one degree or another for the past 22 years. My relationship with Hanna is complicated. During the years we grew up together, she played different roles in my life as circumstances required. Mother, sister, best friend, confidant, and I'm not ashamed to say, for much of our relationship, she and I were casual lovers.
Hanna was a naturally empathetic person who could read people's feelings quickly and accurately. When I asked her how, she said she just picked up on little things. Subtle tones of voice, body language, facial queues. She would mold herself around other people's feelings like she would mold herself around the body of her lover. Her very presence was soothing.
Hanna had no body shame and could comfortably walk around naked in front of total strangers. She sometimes had a problem remembering that not everyone was so comfortable with nudity and sex. When she was nine, her two year old brother suffered from colic. When he was fussy, Hanna's Mom would put the child to her breast, saying that nothing soothes an unhappy child like suckling. She didn't believe in pacifiers as there was no love in a piece of rubber. Being a quick learner and a practical substitute mother, you can imagine how Hanna comforted me on those many days I suffered the loss of my Mom.
In adulthood, Hanna might best be described as a cross between Mother Nature and a modern day hippy. She was a very attractive woman with shoulder length brown hair, large round eyes that were strikingly blue, a very pretty face, and a warm, inviting smile. She had a well toned body with generous curves, great tits, and a tight round ass. She had large nipples and areolas that she said were very sensitive and wired directly to her clit. I loved her body, both figuratively and literally, if you catch my drift.
Hanna was in touch with her inner self and she loved all things natural. She was sexually liberated but only had sex after an emotional bond had been formed. She was completely pansexual and she taught me so much about the relationship between sex and love. She always told me that the two are inseparably intertwined, with far more complexity than most people realize.
Hanna taught me aspects of sex that most people never learn, certainly most men. Not mechanical details like how to tease the penis with just the tip of the tongue, no, that was more like a Carly lesson. She taught me how sex could comfort, heal, and forge bonds that lasted a lifetime. We did have wild passionate sex and many times fucked till we were both exhausted, but it was during the slow, gentle, extended sessions where passion was muted that she taught me the most. In my times of misery, loss, self doubt, and grief, sex was one of the tools she used intuitively to heal my wounds and rebuild my soul. She was the dearest friend I could ever hope for.
My other friend Carly was bringing Ed to the cabin, and this was a guy that she'd only been dating for a few months. When I met him, he seemed very full of himself and liked being the center of attention. He was a gym rat and had the muscles to prove it. I have to admit, he looked fabulous, but seemed shallow. I asked Carly how things were going with Ed and what she saw in him, as he wasn't really her intellectual equal.
