The Ex-Mermaid

Author's note:

This turned out longer than I planned. I had a lot of story, and a lot of sex, to get to before Chapter 7. I hope you enjoy, and welcome your feedback.

The next morning, Mike was at the desk studying when my alarm went off. He was wearing a T-shirt and his gym shorts, and it looked like he'd been there a while. His coffee cup was empty.

"Good morning, love. Last-minute studying?"

"Yeah, I woke up half an hour ago. Couldn't get back to sleep, so I figured I'd put the time to good use, and you were too beautiful to want to wake you."

I slipped a T-shirt on and went and fetched myself some coffee, bringing Mike a refill. After using the bathroom, I showered with the door closed (our signal for "I'm just showering", whereas leaving it open meant "come and play".) I got out and dried, went back to the bedroom, and got dressed for work. I made sure Mike got a good look, but told him I was going to let him study instead of seducing him.

He looked just a tad disappointed at that, so I gave him the good news. "I'm down to just a little spotting. It was a light month, I don't know if it's the implant or the fact that the last couple weeks I've had more orgasms than I used to have in a year, and they were a lot better than solo. So there's a pretty good chance this evening we'll get to use the implant. Save up, lover."

"Oh, that will definitely help me focus on my nuclear reactions test. Thanks a lot."

I had one more question before I went down to make breakfast. "I have to know. Are you commando under those shorts?"

In answer, Mike stood up. He wasn't hard yet, but his cock was swelling and firming enough that I could see it beginning to bulge out the gray cotton knit. The clear outline of his awakening head and its delightful little groove answered my question. I wanted to reach for him, but Normal Maria slapped Horny Maria down and told her to wait, it would be worth it.

I went and ate breakfast, came back up to kiss Mike goodbye, and walked to work.

~~~

When I came home last night, Mike was in a great mood. He'd done pretty well on his exam, and I'd texted him to be ready for a special evening.

Abby had baked a meatloaf, which we had with microwaved green peas. It was a nice homey meal, and there was enough left that we'd have leftovers for lunch. Mike and I washed the dishes, slicing and wrapping the remaining meatloaf before soaking the baking dish.

Bill had a Physiology exam the next day, so he retreated to his room to study. Abby was lying on the couch with her laptop and brought up a movie on Netflix. "I have to leave Bill alone when he's really got to study. He gets distracted too easily."

"Yeah. Sometimes it's fun to distract Mike, too." I winked. "Hope our little review session last night helped." I was sitting sideways across Mike's lap, in the big armchair. It was very comfortable, but it got lumpy every now and then. It was a nice lump, though.

"It did, actually. We had a couple questions that I remembered reviewing with you."

"And you got them right, I hope."

"Well, if the question was about stellar carbon nucleosynthesis, I did. If the question was about 'How much fun is it watching your girlfriend stroking her nipples', well, I might need to study that some more."

"I can help you with that. How about 'It's fun but not nearly as much as stroking them myself'?"

Abby was smirking a little bit. I noticed that even though she had the ear pods in, she wasn't watching Netflix. She was watching us. And even through her bra and sweatshirt, I could see the bumps as she got more excited. Mike also seemed to notice.

"That's a really good answer. Can you help me remember it?"

In response, I undid a few buttons and reached my hand behind the flannel. As usual at home, I was braless. I wasn't explicitly showing anything, but I definitely had Mike's interest as my fingertips traced a little circle behind the fabric.

I also had Abby's interest, much as she pretended she was watching her movie.

I opened my shirt all the way, locking Mike's eyes to my boobs. One hand was gently circling my nipple, which was poking stiffly. The other boob was sitting by itself, looking lonely.

"Okay, so here's the first option. Like?"

"I like." I saw Abby slightly nodding her head as Mike answered. I couldn't tell if it was intentional or if she was even aware she was nodding.

"Now try the second option."

Mike put a hand to my unoccupied breast, and copied my motions exactly. "Yes, I definitely like that better."

So did Abby. She was echoing our hand motions on her own, significantly larger, tits.

"So, can you remember that now?"

"Well, at TA training they told us that repetition and reinforcement is the key to mastery, so I might need more practice."

"My boobs are yours. Any time you need to do a little more of this kind of studying."

I made eye contact with Abby. She licked her lips and was copping a feel on herself while watching us. We were clearly getting her a little excited. Turning her on was turning me on, too. With Mike, I couldn't tell. He could be getting hard just from fondling my boobs, of course, but my money was on both.

Mike leaned toward me and kissed me, then whispered "Do you feel like entertaining Abby?"

"If you knew how wet your asking that made me, you'd know my answer. I still have a pad, but if it's clean we're good. Right now we'd break the flow if I got up to check, so let's make out and see if we can break her."

Mike pondered for about three seconds, and whispered back, "OK, rules. If she sticks a hand inside her pants, or visibly orgasms, we win. If she doesn't before, say, starting her movie or leaving the room, we lose."

"Okay, but it has to be bare skin. Outside the panties doesn't count. What are the stakes?" We hadn't really discussed anything of the sort with Abby or Bill. Horny Maria had some ideas.

"Let's leave that for later." With that, Mike shifted his position enough that he could bend over and lick my nipple. The way we were sitting, his head was blocking Abby's sight line. Oh well, you can't have everything. Abby had a hand up inside her sweatshirt, and the other pressing hard and rubbing against the crotch of her jeans. I noticed her bra was on the floor.

I smiled at her and winked. She winked back and flashed me, flipping her sweatshirt up to her face and showing off tits I could have been jealous of. She gave them a wiggle, then dropped the sweatshirt and brought her hands back to their previous positions. Mike was still face-first to my much more modest boobs, so he missed it.

I pulled Mike's head off my boob, making sure Abby got a good look. I kissed him deeply and murmured. "She's game. Put your hand on my pussy, outside my pants. New rule, you can't touch me any way Abby hasn't already touched herself. Also, much as I regret it, that includes kissing my breasts. If you keep your head up here, she can watch your finger making those lovely circles."

Was I rediscovering what was once magic and might become a kink? Mike and I had decided that evening, and the next morning, was too much fun to rule out doing something similar. Now, with Abby's watching us, I was extra turned on.

I sure hoped my period was done.

Crap. Abby was probably on her period -- she'd said it had been likely to start Monday so it was almost certainly happening by now. That made any show of skin down there less likely. On the plus side, if her nipples got sensitive the way mine did, it was pretty likely she'd be having a lovely time.

It certainly appeared she was having a lovely time. And so was I, with Mike playing at fondling me in a way that would also excite Abby.

Abby was barely paying attention to us any more. One hand was up her sweatshirt, which had gotten hitched up so far I could see her navel, and the other was rubbing her crotch pretty vigorously. Mike noticed the increased action and stepped up his massaging too. I was getting pretty worked up and Abby could tell.

I whispered to Mike, "I think it may be time to cheat a little." I reached a hand down between us, where I could feel his boner pressing through two sets of clothes. I was still basically crosswise to him, on his lap, so there wasn't really a good angle for dry-humping. I lifted my ass off him and reached into his pants, straightening his hard-on.

Settling back in with a little grind, I said, "There. Better?" Mike nodded. The way I was sitting, my right butt-cheek was on him. I moved just a little, so he'd be in the hollow between butt and thigh. That should make it less uncomfortable for him. I took my hand out from between us, put it on his, and said "do that thing where you move my whole mound." He did, and it was nearly as good through clothes as it was bare.

Abby copied that circular motion, and evidently it was good for her, too. She began to roll her head back and her fingers were flying under her sweatshirt like a heavy-metal star shredding a solo. Her hips ground into her hand, as mine ground into Mike's hand. We made eye contact and Abby gave me a big smile as she slid a hand down into her sweats. They were loose enough that it was impossible to tell if she was touching herself directly or through her panties, but at this point it was nearly moot. I was going to come, she was going to come, all three of us knew it. The only question was who first.

I'm pretty sure I was first, because I distinctly remember seeing Abby's arousal spike as I began to buck my hips against Mike's pressure. On the other hand, maybe her arousal was spiking on account of an approaching orgasm. I'm fairly quiet when I come, Abby is more vocal. I was panting and moaning as I shivered in Mike's lap, and Abby was lying splayed out on the couch, head back and sweatshirt pushed up far enough to show the bottom half of her boobs. Her hand was squirming in her pants and she was making little "aahhh... aaaahhhh... aaaaahhhhh, OOOHHH!" as she came.

Both of us collapsed, panting and grinning at each other. Mike was rock hard underneath my butt, and it couldn't have been very comfortable. I slid to the floor, boneless, shirt open.

"That was sure fun. But I think you need to take care of Mike, and I need to go see if Bill wants to study my anatomy. Do it again some time, maybe?" She got up, flashed us, and left.

~~~~~

wow.

~~~~~

That was an invitation I'd been contemplating for quite a while. Yeah. I would like to do it again. But first, as Abby saw, I needed to go take care of Mike.

I rubbed the boner that was still trapped in his pants. "How about we go upstairs, and I'll take care of that."

Mike brushed his teeth first, and came out. I followed, peed (clean pad! Well, no blood. It had other discharge from being basically rubbed into my horny vulva) and brushed my teeth. I came out, naked.

Mike threw back the covers, his bare cock ready for me.

"Good sir knight! The red tide is gone, and your lance is unsheathed in all its glory."

"Yeah, I won't miss the Shield of the Trojans." We giggled, and I just about pounced on him.

Wet as I was, there's always time for more lubrication. I took him into my mouth and slobbered him up with my tongue. I mean, it wasn't just a workmanlike slobber, I made sure to get the entire head and an inch of shaft thoroughly and evenly wet. I was kind of having fun, but Mike pulled me off. "Do you want me in your vagina?"

Oh hell yes. I swung around and got into my favorite position, straddling him and leaning forward. I shook my head so my hair fell around our faces, kissed Mike, and whispered, "I do". I sank back onto him, feeling his uncovered penis for the first time as it went home to where it belonged. It was a huge improvement emotionally, and a big improvement physically.

Evidently it was also really good for Mike. I suppose if I had to put a sheet of rubber over my clit and G-spot, it would deaden the sensations too. Never again, I hoped.

I had only done a few strokes when I felt the pulsing of his impending orgasm. Here, I really, really liked the new feeling. I more or less knew what it felt like when he came in my mouth, and some of the sensations kind of mapped back and forth. But feeling the spurt of his ejaculation unconstrained was so much better, and it was quickly answered by my strong squeezes as I came, twitching and bucking my hips.

I collapsed forward onto Mike, panting and sweaty. I wanted to keep him in me as long as I could while he softened, feeling our bodies merged into one. There was so much more fluid when ours could mix than when mine had been shielded from his by that rubber barrier. I could feel it oozing out as his penis became less effective at plugging me up. Finally he flopped out, and I whispered "goodbye" to him.

I rolled off, and handed Mike a box of tissues. Most of us had leaked onto him, since I was on top. I wiped with a balled up tissue and lay on my side, with my left arm and leg over him.

"That was..." we said at the same time.

"A lot better."

"Yeah. And messier. I'll have to get some washcloths or something. But it was wonderful to feel you inside me as your erection faded, and no condom to deal with."

"Five out of five, would do it again."

"I thought the joke was "would do

her

again."

"Oof. Better than 'Five out of five, would recommend anybody try.' But I'll sure as hell do you again, my ex-mermaid."

"One of these days, I'm going to print a selection of random yelp reviews, all kinds of scores, and we can take turns reading them out loud as if the person is reviewing their partner."

"Okay, that is actually a fantastic idea. You should unleash Abby on it -- she's got a wicked eye for words, and will find the right reviews."

"And she will get it done before Cathy comes for dinner Saturday. And I know she will rope Cathy in, so get ready. That seemed like a pretty blatant invitation."

"Yeah. Maybe another night like Halloween?"

I shrugged and kissed him, and closed my eyes.

~~~

I was still on my side, holding Mike, when my alarm clock went off. He had some morning wood going, and went into the bathroom. I guess it was the need-to-pee kind, not the sexy-dreams kind. I heard the toilet flush, and then Mike opened the door and started brushing his teeth. I took my cue and joined him. There was something so

family

about us, just doing an ordinary morning ritual.

Of course, we also enjoyed checking each other out in the mirror. And Mike's morning wood, which hadn't completely wilted, was reviving. I was pretty sure it wasn't about needing to pee this time.

I patted his butt. "Give me a minute in here. Don't get dressed." He skedaddled, as my grandpa used to say. I peed, washed, and opened the door. Mike was waiting as patiently as a well trained dog. I glanced down. A pointer.

I turned on the water for the shower. Mike knew that we were going to fulfill a big fantasy of mine: shower sex. We'd showered together before, having fun soaping each other up. Once or twice it was to completion, where we experimented with soapy slickness on each other's bodies until one of us came, but mostly it was foreplay. I had been afraid to use a condom, in case the soap did something like make it slide off or wash away all the spermicide.

Now there was nothing stopping us.

I got in, with Mike right behind me. He was hard, and pretty soon he was very clean, too. I rinsed him carefully, then put one foot on the bathtub's edge. That put my legs at about a 90 degree angle, which I considered okay as a start. Yeah, I'd fantasized enough about shower sex to have figured out a position. Some call it horny daydreaming, others call it meticulous planning.

"You've been wanting this for a while."

"You know it, Mike. Ready?"

"Oh yeah. Also very clean, thank you."

It was good. It was better when Mike found a way to brace. It wasn't the best sex I'd ever had, which title was currently held by last night. The water sluicing over us looked great, but it sort of washed away my pussy juices, which I hadn't anticipated. So much for meticulous planning. Other than that, it lived up to my fantasies. Four out of five, I'd do it again but it's over-hyped. I bet there's some kind of specialty lube you can buy at adult stores.

Unfortunately, it was a Thursday and I had to get to work. No lingering and cuddling. We dressed, breakfasted, and kissed goodbye. I texted Cathy to see if she wanted lunch, but there was kind of a crunch at her internship and she was too busy. Okay, deli sandwich at my desk and get work done. I was supposed to cook tonight, and I hadn't planned anything, so that problem might benefit from finishing early.

My productivity took a big crash mid-afternoon. I was half working and half daydreaming. Yeah, horny daydreaming. Thinking about what to cook made me think about standing in the pantry, fantasizing about topless hula dancing, holding a can of garbanzo beans. And then our evening with Abby, and the possible invitation 'Do it again some time, maybe?' And the planned party with Cathy. It could get wild.

Mike and I were going to have to figure this out together. The work part was acceptably close to call it done, and get home. And I still had to figure out what to get for supper.

Screw it. I was going to order Phong's. I texted the house chat. "No ideas to cook tonight. Thinking of getting Phong's. What do you want?"

I turned off my computer and walked home. I heard my phone buzz with messages a couple times as their requests came in.

When I got home and got into comfy clothes, I compiled their requests and placed the online order for a 6:15 delivery. Hopefully that meant it would get here by 6:30. It was only quarter of five, and Mike would still be TAing his lab.

Abby was in the living room, reading something stapled and photocopied. I waved at her, not wanting to disturb her. But she called out "Maria! Come rescue me from this mountain of steaming bullshit, er, business jargon."

"Right with ya. Wine?" This was going to be a wine conversation.

"Bring the bottle." Yep, definitely a wine conversation. I opened a white and brought it and a couple glasses into the living room.

"So, I talked to Bill. He's here napping, worn out from his exam. I may have helped him de-stress, too, and get him into a more... receptive mood?" She shrugged. "Anyway. He knows I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I hope this doesn't sound stuck-up, but with boobs like these I get a lot of creepy looks. Showing them off under my control, with people I love and trust, is the turn-on that cleanses that. And aside from Bill, you and Mike and Cathy are the only people who fit that.

"Last night you showed me that you guys share a similar... interest. I was going to say kink, but that might be too strong."

"It might not be. I've had the K-word cross my mind too."

"Well, Bill wasn't in on any of the nudity part of Halloween until he was putting on the costume. I told him if he was going to wear a horse suit, he should wear horse underwear too. He looked puzzled until I told him horses don't wear underwear. And he thought that was our private knowledge until I 'put on' my Lady Godiva costume. He sure enjoyed the evening, and told me it was a little weird at first, but he got really turned on by Cathy watching us and touching herself. I know he likes watching when I play with myself, it's my favorite way to distract him from schoolwork.

"Then you and Mike started playing, and I knew you were happy to have me watching. And before, you told me you sometimes... enjoy listening to us. That honestly made me wet."

"Maybe we do share a kink at that. So, the party we're thinking of with Cathy? Likely to get sexy?" And do I want it to? Is this going to be a thing?

"I kind of want it to. But we don't have the excuse of a costume party, and I don't know how to get that risqué just off the bat. And I can't just call her up and say, 'Hey Cathy, want to come over to our house and get naked?', can I?"