It was tough to keep things innocent and straight. Sure I had my own secrets and things that I didn't tell Julie, but this was quite different and uncomfortable. I don't know how Danielle was able to just go about her day, to just have fun and swim. I had to do the same but was having difficulty collecting myself.
"Finally decided to join us?" Danielle piped up.
It was a good thing that she was there to break the ice. I was able to draw off her carefree attitude and find myself at ease, slowly accepting the nothing even happened point of view.
Julie dropped her gear by the umbrella. "It would help if I didn't have to walk all the way down here!" She snapped back, hands on hips, staring out at Danielle.
Yup, everything back to normal.
We spent the next few hours swimming and sunning, wasting away a beautiful Saturday afternoon until finally hunger took over and forced our retreat back to the cottage.
The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent uneventful with the traditional cottage fare of a barbeque and a nice campfire. We talked about generalities and issues in the world, but each of us had our own deeper personal thoughts that we went to in moments of silence.
"Well, I'm ready for bed." Julie announced.
"Yeah, I guess it's about that time" I chimed in.
I knew that I definitely wasn't going to get anything more that night. Julie had statements that I had picked up on over the years. She inadvertently let me know what mood she was in just by what she said. I was used to it though. I resolved myself to having to get used to it. I didn't get a choice anyways, and chalked it up to our "ever growing comfort with each other that we don't need to have sex anymore."
I think a lot about the statement, " Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free". I always thought that if you liked a particular taste of milk, it would be worthwhile to buy the cow, besides, how long can one go on getting free milk? But nobody ever said anything about what to do when the cow stops giving milk altogether. Maybe if people talk about that part more and include it in that statement...................anyway...............I digress.........
Danielle had somewhat returned to her usual moody self over the evening. She was so horny, and she wanted nothing more than to get fucked. She thought about the events earlier that afternoon and the more she thought, the worse she got. She wanted Brad so bad and again her frustration was manifesting itself in her attitude. And now she was going to be more alone with nothing but her thoughts since her parents were headed off to bed.
"Well I guess I might as well go too!" she grumbled.
We said our goodnights and went to bed, which was probably a good thing.
The next morning, Danielle got up around seven and put on some coffee. She was still upset with the way that everything was in her world at the moment. Her parents were still asleep and with nothing else but time to kill, she grabbed her bag, pulled out a baggie and rolled a joint.
Her parents knew nothing about her using any kind of drug, but it helped her relax and keep her somewhat sane. It was all that she had that allowed her to cope with feelings that she couldn't act on, until now.
She poured herself a coffee and went outside on the porch, lit up and sat to think. She closed her eyes and thought about how it felt to have Brad touching her, how it felt to be on top of him, sliding back and forth on his hard cock. The mellow feelings washed over her as the effects of toking up started to kick in. She alternated between anger and sadness at not having him totally. Her longing for that connection that she sort of had the day before. Her longing to be fully and truly loved. She knew she had to do more. Show more skin, be a little more flirtatious, give him a look that screams fuck me. She thought of all the things she could do and vowed to do whatever it took to have him regardless of her loyalty to her mother.
After an hour or so of thinking and plotting, and with the effects wearing off, Danielle got up to go make some breakfast for everyone.
She was just about to heat up the pan for a nice batch of French Toast, when she heard moaning coming from down the hall.
While Danielle had been busy in the kitchen, her parents had started to wake up.
I usually wake up with a hard on and this morning was no exception. I find myself generally spooning with Julie as I sleep and this morning my rigid cock was jammed firmly between her ass cheeks.
"Good morning to you too", Julie said as she stretched and ground back against me.
