Post-Susan and Bac to Nicole

After 24 hours with Susan I was literally spent.

I ended up spending the night in her bed (instead of the uncomfortable sofa).

For the most part we still couldn't keep our hands of each other, but Susan was the one taking the most advantage of the situation.

Lying in bed the next morning she layed on my right side, straddling my thigh and stroking my chest with her hand.

"When I found out you were coming for the night, I literally felt like a kid before Christmas.", she volunteered. "I haven't had any sex for months so this was just what I needed. Literally."

"If I'm being honest, Sue, I'm feeling a bit conflicted right now. This wasn't some innocent make-out at a party," I replied. "This was an unabashed sex marathon."

Susan's hand was starting to move down my torso, over my stomach and her touch was getting lighter, more focused. I was already hard, but now I was getting more engorged.

"I know we've had some interesting run-ins in the last couple of years...when we got naked in the hot tub together, that pool day with Karen, and our exhibitionism at your cottage. But this really moves the goalpost. Or the penalty box. Or something," I continued.

I don't think Susan was listening to a word I said because her hand now around wrapped around me, stroking my shaft while she kissed my chest.

"You've realize you have seen her sharing herself with Karen, right?" she replied. "Maybe she's ok sharing you, too."

Susan's touch was pushing me too far, and now I needed to move past the talk.

Rolling to my right on top of Susan I slid my knees apart to open her legs.

I lowered myself to kiss her lips, and the tip of her tongue met mine between mine. At the same time i gently used her moist pussy to lubricate the head of my penis and tease her.

Susan was having none of it and rearer her hips up with at "Gotcha!", driving me into her before and locking me into position with her legs around my hips.

"This will have to be our last round, gorgeous. I gotta get ready for my appointment." I sighed as I submitted once again to her appetite.

"Then we better make it one to get me through to the weekend."

"What's happening this weekend," i asked slowly thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy, rolling my hips.

Susan was starting to tense up, with waves of ecstacy rising in her. She responded in a sentence broken by her building orgasm, "You........and............Nicole..............are............coming.............in..............to..............the..................cottage."

I unloaded my orgasm into her for umpteenth time, brought to my own release by her very vocal climax.

I rolled off her, trying to process what, and how, she had just said what she said, flopping onto my back.

Oh my god, I thought. How can I be in the same cottage with these two girls any time soon when I haven't even processed what has happened for the last 24 hours?

I rubbed my face with my hands trying to work out how this was going to work out without there being a massive elephant in the room, I didn't get far, because Susan had moved down on me, cleaning me off with her tongue, taking my still semi-hard erection in her mouth while she sucked out my remaining juices.

When she was done she crawled back up me, planting a moist, deep kiss on my mouth.

"I don't think we need to worry about, Nikki." She whispered, just inches from my face.

Wrapping herself in the bedsheet she bounced off the bed and headed for the kitchen, "I'll make us some coffee. You should probably get showered up."

I stood up, fumbling around her bedroom picking up my clothes for the day, and headed to the shower.

That last romp had done me in. I was exhausted from everything that had just happened from job interview to non-stop night of sex. I cranked the shower up and let the pulsing jets from the shower run over me while I tried to get my head back on straight.

Susan and I had one encounter prior to this, the infamous naked hot-tub. But we didn't have sex that night. Yes we did a lot of things to each other, and ourselves, but Sue wasn't on the pill at the time so it was just a lot of making out and oral. And we swore the next morning that it could never happen again and we'd never speak of it either.

I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel after drying off.

"Coffee's ready" I heard her call from the kitchen. She must have heard the shower stop.

Still in my towel I exited the bathroom to grab a coffee.

Susan took advantage of my time in the shower to redeploy herself with a change of outfit. No longer wrapped in bedsheet, her hair was brushed and flowing over her still bare tits. Down below she was wearing a string bikini bottom.

"You're almost dressed for another pool day," I teased. "Almost."

"That's a good name for what we can call our last 24 hours", she said, then continuing "It's our 'pool day'!"

"Oh, like secret code?" I asked?

"For sure! Like, 'Hey Dave, remember our pool day at my place that time?'" she giggled.

"Um, yeah. For sure I do." I mumbled, the words stumbling out of me.

"When I fucked your brains out!" she exclaimed, now sandwiching me between her and the cupboards.

My cock was getting hard again from her contact, and I had to set my coffee down to prevent from spilling as she brought her hands up, cupping her breasts and pushing away the hair that was covering them up.

"You know if you were my boyfriend I would just fuck you all the time. All the time."

One part of my brain was now moving firmly back to reality, but the other half was still interested in the fact that I was firming up.

"Listen Sue, you know I've always been attracted to you. Hell, I've fantasized about you ever since the hot tub. I don't think I could ever get tired of being with you." I started.

"But?", she teased, leaning harder against me.

"But there's quite a bit I need to unpack from the last 24 hours." i responded. Trying to ignore her hand rubbing my erection through the towel. "I don't even know if it's smart for Nicole and I to be coming to your cottage this weekend."

With a couple more rubs, Susan pulled back with a smile. "Oh don't worry about that. You're definitely coming at the cottage."

"To. You mean "to" the cottage," i pointed out.

"That to. But you'll be coming AT the cottage if I have anything to do about it."

I spent the next half hour or so getting dressed and gathering my things into my overnight bag.

While I did that, Susan glided lithely around her apartment still topless with barely anything on below. She'd found every excuse to corner me as I got organized, and did her best to reveal how horny she still was.

Like I said before, though, I was done. And I still had to get my focus back for my meeting with the academic advisor in an hour.

Still, we did kiss a few more times. She was impossible to resist. But I drew the line at that.

"Well, I think I have everything." I said, turning to scan the living room.

Susan followed me extremely closely to the door, pushing me against the wall as I reached for the door handle. Standing on her toes she pulled herself up on me and game me yet another of her deep kisses, her tongue going on an adventure in my mouth.

"See you Friday," she smiled, letting herself back down.

"Um, I guess I will," I smiled, and I turned to open the door.

I gave her one last look back before the door closed, she was leaning against the wall, her legs crossed and she was teasing the top edge of her bikini bottom, before sliding her fingertips inside.

I rode the elevator down alone. Walked out to the parking lot and tossed my bag in the trunk.

My appointment at the university was well worth it, and the advisor help me steer my program differently with a minor that would be good should I decide to do post-grad.

I aimed north, planning to use the 2 hour drive to clear my head and at least appear like everything was normal when I saw Nicole.

But my mind kept coming back to things Susan had said over the last day.

I had forgotten that Susan had mused about a threesome with Nicole. What did she mean when she said "leave that to me?" and "I don't think we need to worry about Nikki?"

Christ, all I could think was how much we needed to worry about Nikki!

And the fact she planned this out before I arrived? She basically admitted that she was using me to break her 'dry spell'.

About an hour into the ride, my phone sitting in it's vent-holder rang through the car's bluetooth. It was Nicole.

I wasn't sure if I should answer it or not. We had only texted during the previous 24 hours, so I didn't want to be projecting anything non-verbal that might come across as out of sorts for me.

I tapped the green answer button just as I realized it was a facetime, not a phone call.

"Oh hey!" I exclaimed. "It's so awesome to see you, I thought at first this was a phone call!"

"Hey back, loverboy!" she replied with a big, mischievious smile.

We talked back and forth, mostly about her day yesterday back home and how my two meetings went.

"So I'm only about an hour away, I should be there around 2pm." I wrapped up. "I think I'll stop at home first and check-in then I can come see you later?"

"That sounds good. Maybe we could go to the beach for a bit before sunset." she replied.

"That sounds nice," i replied.

"I'm glad you had a nice time," she interjected. "Susan says she really enjoyed having you. And I'm really looking forward to hearing about your pool day. Oh, and Susan says she's having us at the cottage this weekend. Bonus!"

"I guess this is turning into a busy week," I commented.

"You bet! Ok hurry home but don't hurry too much. Text me when you're coming my way and I'll be all ready to go."

"Sounds good," i replied as she blew me a kiss and disconnected the call.

I was only an hour into the trip, but it was pretty apparent that Nicole and Susan had already been talking, since she knew about the invite to Sue's cottage.

But the part of my brain that was untangling what Susan was inferring over the last 24 hours was now working overload: was there something odd about Nicole now referring to my time at Susan's as a "pool day"? I hadn't even mentioned we hung out at the pool, and she definitely wouldn't know that "pool day" was now code for the 24 hours of debauchery Susan and I had engaged in.

None of this was helping, so I switched on my summer playlist and tried to zone out the rest of the way home.

I didn't know it at the time, but I was only a couple of steps in to what would be a very memorable summer. One that ended up moving the needle in great directions in my enduring relationship with Nicole.

Stay tuned.