This story picks up where Chapter. 03a left off.
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"I don't know how much I liked that," I said.
"I think you liked it a lot," Rachel said with a wink, motioning to the semen I'd splattered all over my belly.
"No, I mean, yeah, I just," I sputtered. "I'm confused. You teasing my friends is one thing. You guys getting each other off is something else."
"They didn't get me off," she said. "I didn't cum until just now with you."
"But Andrew practically fucked you," I said.
"No he didn't," she said. "He just rubbed against me some. It's not my fault if your friends find me so sexy they can't help orgasming around me."
"You certainly gave him a lot of help," I said.
She sat back down on the bed next to me and stroked my head.
"I'm sorry, baby. I was just playing around with him because I knew it'd get you all worked up," she said. "I figured, if we were making your friends take part in our little sex games, we can't get mad if they cum."
I don't know how her messing around with my friends became our sex game. But I couldn't deny how hard it made me cum every time, so I couldn't get too upset.
"It just makes me feel less special if you're getting naked and getting them off too," I said.
"Aww, baby," she cooed. "You are special. I can't help if guys jerk off to me. But you're the only one who gets me off. Sure, your friends get me all worked up when they fondle my wet, naked body and rub their hard cocks against my pussy, but I don't cum until I'm back with you."
I wanted to protest that the guys humping her isn't the same as them jerking off, but her point was made. The guys could have their fun, but she'd always end back with me. It may not be what I envisioned, but the difference between them just, say, trying to peek at her cleavage and them playing with her boobs weren't that different in the grand scheme of things. But they couldn't make her cum. That was my job.
"You still don't need to go out of your way to get them off," I said. "They've seen and felt you naked some, which is fine, I guess. But I don't want to set the precedent that they can come to you and you'll get them off."
She agreed and kissed me. I was still worried that she would get caught up in the heat of the moment and break these rules. She's getting incredibly turned on during this too. More turned on than she ever did with just me alone. But I didn't want to get too paranoid. I definitely felt better after talking to her. I felt even better after finally cleaning all the cum off me and getting dressed.
I was glad we were heading to the public beach today. Rachel couldn't keep her clothes on in this house and decency laws would at least force her to keep covered out in public. Kyle and Andrew even bailed on coming at all, since they probably assumed the same and they both just spent half the morning playing with her naked body. I had no doubt she'd try her best to tease me and Mike anyway, but I was relieved to know there was at least a limit. Each of my friends had already seen every inch of her naked body, so it's not like she could really do anything she hadn't already.
I was chosen to drive us to the beach because my car was blocking everyone else's since I'd arrived last. Mike and I were each dressed in board shorts and light shirts. We'd fully packed the car with towels and a cooler by the time Rachel finally made her way outside in a pair of short shorts and a white crop top. It had a wide neck, so one of the sleeves hung down off her shoulder, and was partially see through in the bright sun. It would have made a fine swimsuit coverup, except she had no top on underneath. Just the thin, translucent shirt, then her large, wobbling breasts and dark areola. She was clearly going to try her best to tease, despite the decency laws.
"Where's your swimsuit, babe?" I asked.
"I want to stop at a shop in town to get a new one," she said. "My one-piece would be indecent in public and the bikini is all dirty and sandy."
"I'd love to help you pick one out," Mike said, his eyes glued to her gently swaying breasts and his smirk showing his intentions were far from virtuous. My mind flashed to her dressing and undressing in front of him. I groaned.
"Don't be silly, you guys should enjoy the beach," she said. "I'll be quick."
I was surprised she turned him down, but I wasn't about to argue. I got in the driver seat and Rachel got in the other side, forcing Mike to the backseat. I was once again surprised she turned down an opportunity to fool around with him back there. Maybe we actually could enjoy a low-key afternoon together.
Mike grilled Rachel on the drive over about what type of swimsuit she would get. She kept demurring, saying she'd see what they had there. He kept encouraging her to get something that would minimize tanlines and she just rolled her eyes. She pulled her hair together in a bun as we drove over, and the top lifted up past the bottom of the breasts as she did so.
"You want me to prance around in public wrapped in dental floss, and look at you," she said, turning to the back seat. "Baggy board shorts, you coward."
"Sexy swimsuits are an option for women," Mike said. "Guys just look silly in those little Euro speedos."
"Maybe a bit silly," she said. "But it's sexy seeing a guy with the confidence to let himself just hang out like that."
We made it into town and found the public beach. Rachel spotted a swimsuit shop across the street and made me stop the car so she could hop out.
"Text me where you guys end up," she said, leaning back in the window.
"Hold on a sec," Mike said, undoing his seatbelt and hopping out to join her.
"I said I didn't need help," she said.
"I know, I just thought you were right," he said. "I can't tell you to get a nice tan while I'm wearing these huge things." He tugged at his board shorts.
"Do you think a speedo will even contain your...huge thing?" she asked with a giggle.
"We'll see if you can stuff it in there or not," he said. She laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Wait," I said, my heart rising in my throat. Just a moment ago, everything felt low-key. Now, suddenly, they're on their way to dual fashion show. "I'll just park and we can go in together."
"No, we need you to find a spot on the beach for us," Mike said. "It can get crowded."
"Don't worry, baby," Rachel said. "We'll be there as soon as we can."
I didn't know what else to say, so I just nodded. As they walked to the shop, he draped his arm across her back and dropped his hand into the back pocket of her shorts, giving her firm rump a strong squeeze. Her hand drifted to his butt and squeezed back. The familiar mix of arousal and humiliation rose up in me as I watched them grope each other on the way into the shop. I hated how familiar they'd already become with each others' bodies, but I couldn't deny it made my heart race. I took a deep breath, reminded myself that we were in public so nothing really could happen, and turned into the beach parking lot.
The beach was not crowded at all. I mean, there were plenty of people there, but the idea that I had to save us a spot was a joke. I set up our towels and cooler on an empty spot of beach at least 50 yards away from anyone else, then covered myself with sun lotion and laid back. I heard my phone chime and fished it out of my bag to see I'd missed a number of messages in a group chat that was me, the three guys and Rachel.
