This is an excerpt from a novel I am publishing here at Literotica. Some people may not want a long read so I thought I would post a few of the sex scenes just for fun. Below is a brief set up.
Gwen Yoshimura, art student at Honolulu University fantasizes about having a threesome with two men. Gwen's lover, Hawking Detrick, anthropology teacher and surfing champion is all for it. Gwen spends the day at the beach seducing a young undergraduate name Matthew Anderson, her choice for the final arm of the threesome. The seduction falls flat and she returns to campus to lick her emotional wounds.
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Hawking (Hawk to his friends) stood waiting for me at the entrance of his building. He hugged me.
"Next semester I'll be at faculty housing with a real size apartment and bed," he said.
"Too bad. I like your little room crammed with surfing stuff and the junk from your work. I'm gonna miss it."
Hawk laughed. "The words 'little room' is an understatement. More than half my stuff is in paid storage. I'm amazed how much crap is crammed in that tiny pie wedge right now."
As we rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor he asked, "I though you planned on jumping Matthew tonight?"
"No, not quiet ready for that. Did you like him?"
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it does," I said a little miffed.
Hawk chortled. "I liked him, the dude's funny and sharp. He's got a thing for you that's for sure."
"You got a thing for me?" I asked as I backed into him.
"Yeah, I got a thing for you."
"You certainly do," I said exploring the stiff length in his surfer jams. Then a yawn nearly split my head in half. "But I'm too fucking tired to do anything about it."
"Know what you mean. A day at the beach and I'm beat. Shower and bed for me," he said. "Plus I have to get up early to fly to Maui."
The elevator dinged and the door slid open. It was after one and we stepped into a quiet, empty hallway and followed the circular corridor to his room. The moment the door closed behind us, we dropped the beach stuff and and engaged in a lazy slow kiss. Hawk's hands drifted down my back and roamed over my slim ass. The kiss advanced and my energy returned.
At the end of the kiss I asked, "Feeling rejuvenated?"
"Noway," he said. "I seriously have to be up early tomorrow."
"Then get your hands off my ass."
He pulled his t-shirt over his head; I undid my beach skirt. He sighed as if he were being forced to do an unpleasant chore, and then kissed me again. I couldn't keep my hands off his solid bronze chest and he returned the favor by roughly explored my breasts through the material in my one piece.
"Did Matthew like the swim suit?" he asked abstractly kissing my neck and right shoulder as he fingered my stiffened nipples.
"I think he did." I laughed. "Especially when it was wet. This suit is obscene! I may as well have been naked!"
"That's why I like it," he said as he ran his hand over my b-cups.
I trailed kisses across his left cheek enjoying the feel of rough stubble on my lips. I continued kissing along the contour of his jaw then down his neck progressing to his hairless, smooth chest where I spent time licking and biting his stiff nipples. He gasped and responded by sneaking his nimble fingers under the edges of my swimsuit bordering my butt.
"Don't know why you're so down on your own figure," he said as he traced the crack of my ass.
"I'm skinny and flat chested," I said as I licked one of his nipple. I smiled and said, "I can taste the sea."
"Your figure is kickin'," he said, "but your ass is sandy."
"Just come from the beach, lolo," I said slipping into local pidgin, "You get sandy okole too." I pressed the side of my face against his chest enjoying the solid feel of him against me.
"You can go down to the girls floor to shower," he whispered as he lowered himself to his knees and explored my nipples with his mouth through the material of my swimsuit. I gasped at the feel of his hot breath on my left nipple and shivered when he bit down.