Jan, Dene and I were headed back to the beach in my sweet, almost new VW Bug. "Betty Bug" was a present from my parents as they moved from Corpus to California. Our family shared two cars, but that left me with none when they moved. Betty was the solution-she was used, but low mileage, still the current year and only $1300 to a family who was also being transferred. Betty was a great friend-she never complained, never balked and didn't drink much!
Chad and Eddie Vu were already speaking Vietnamese to each other back home. It turned out the language they tried out on him at Bliss was Thai. Eddie was surprised at how much Thai Chad had learned in the short time he worked on it, and at how accurate his accent was. We left them to it and headed for the beach by way of Jan's shop.
Dene and I told Jan last night about our performance on the ferry back from Padre Island. She offered to find something for Dene just as revealing as the undersized maillot I loaned her but way more comfortable. The store didn't open on Sundays, so we had the place to ourselves. Dene found the perfect solution! It was a "monokini." It was a skimpy bikini, but the top and bottoms were connected by a piece of fabric in the front that was perfectly contoured to her bush and treasure trail, then widened past her navel out to the sides or her top. The top fit her tits fine but it didn't really much matter. The yellow material was a very light nylon and wasn't lined. Jan said when it got wet, the top would be nearly transparent-sounded perfect for a little public play!
I decided to stay with my adjustable bikini, but then led Dene into the "back room" where all the toys lived. Dene went nuts! Jan gave her
$50 store credit and a list of the wholesale prices. (THAT was an eye-opener. Jan's markups quadrupled most of her costs!) Dene grabbed a smallish soft-skinned, ribbed vibe and then started browsing. She was intrigued with a selection of strap-ons. I'd seen them, of course, and thought of Dene, but she'd never heard of them before. She picked one with a rubber dick that looked "just right" and dropped in her shopping bag! Paddles and whips caught her eye next. She looked at me, raised her eyebrow, gave a crooked little grin and selected a short, rectangular leather paddle. A "Venus Butterfly" went in next, and she rounded it out with three boxes of rubbers.
"Looks like you're set for next semester, Dene!" I grinned at her.
"I'm set for TONIGHT, lover!" she grinned back.
"You want to get into your suits now?" Jan asked, "I'm going to."
We stripped off in the back room, got into our suits and cover-ups and headed out for the ferry. Jan's suit was the most modest, a one-piece, but had very high hips and a deep neckline that displayed plenty of cleavage. Jan and I were built about the same, so we needed some shaping bras to work up cleavage and Jan's suit had what it took!
On the ferry and at the rail again, we looked at the possibilities. There weren't many. The ferry out only had 3 cars, including ours, and the other two were families with young kids. We left our cover-ups unbuttoned but didn't shed them and just enjoyed the ride over. As we got near the dock on Padre, Jan trailed us as we walked back to the car. She said Dene and I turned one poor daddy's head far enough that he caught an elbow from his wife. We were talking and didn't notice-good to know, though!
We drove Betty way down the beach again to where the three of us set up yesterday. We hadn't talked about whether sex or even nudity was likely to break out this afternoon. Now that we were parked and pulling out beach towels and sun screen, I began to wonder. I hadn't realized Jan enjoyed girls until last night when she admitted to a 3-way. I should have had a clue, I guess, from the very first conversation we had after Dene and I kissed, but I assumed she was a one-guy-at-a-time kind of woman. I knew there had been a fair string of them, but didn't know about any girls. I wondered if she and Dene were a possibility. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of sharing Dene with someone other than Chad.
"I've gotta see just how transparent this suit really gets!" Dene exclaimed, and headed for the surf.
"You two made me eager for skinny-dipping again," Jan chimed in, "I've haven't done that for years, and I can't think of a better time or place!"
"I'm not going in yet," I said. "I'm just going to stretch out in the sun for a bit." I untied my bikini and stretched out on my stomach, luxuriating in the warm sun and gentle breeze.
In the waves, Dene's suit might as well not have been there at all! It molded tightly to every curve and fold, and while it wasn't
quite
as transparent as saran wrap, it left absolutely nothing hidden. The bottoms were lined, so they weren't quite as revealing, but her tits were well-defined and her treasure trail was on full display under the midriff panel.
She and Jan began horsing around, splashing each other and then dunking and giving piggy back rides and playing like we did when we were kids. Of course Jan was nude, and Dene might as well have been, so there was an erotic element to their play. As they wound down, they stood in waist deep surf and appeared to be giving Dene's bikini top a critical review. Jan tugged here and there on it, then reached in adjusted Dene's left boob inside the fabric and stood back. She turned Dene around, unhooked the top, slid it off, and reached around to massage her tits while hugging Dene from behind. Dene smiled, closed her eyes and leaned back into Jan. After a few minutes, I saw Jan's hands slip down Dene's abdomen and disappear below the waves. After a few more minutes Jan slid down past Dene's waist, disappeared briefly below the water, then re-emerged holding Dene's suit. The embraced face-to-face, kissed deeply and began walking to shore.
"You two seem to be getting along well!" I teased.
"Mmmmm. Yes!" Dene said. "Wanna join us?"
I just raised my eyebrow.
"Hey," Dene said, "you OK?"
"Sure." I said, without really meaning it.
"No you're not," Dene called me on my insincerity, "What gives?"
Jan sat down next to me.
"I don't think Tiger and I are ready to get it on, Dene. And I'm wondering if maybe I'm poaching on her time with you."
"That true, Petey?" Dene asked.
"It's definitely true that I'm not ready to eat Jan's pussy, or even French her, for that matter. I know I made you and Chad kiss, but I'm not ready for Jan. I'm still sorting through how I feel about the two of you getting into each other."
"Mmm. Let me say this, lover: I don't care
who
I end up with the rest of my life, I will
ALWAYS
be hungry for sex with you. ALWAYS. I'll probably meet a guy, get married and have a family sometime, and I'll probably fool around with guys and maybe girls once I'm back on campus. In fact, I'll fill you in on a couple of things we haven't had a chance to talk about yet along those lines, but
you're