This story continues my attempt to mix erotica and mystery. I thank the readers who gave a favorable reception to the first chapter of The Naked and the Dead. This chapter starts where that one ended. This chapter probably will not make sense unless you have already the first chapter.
This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.
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Alexis and Jean-Paul spent much of dinner telling us about their trip the year before to a place on the French Mediterranean coast called Cap d'Agde. That sounded fascinating. After dinner, Gail and I helped clean up. Then Gail said she wanted to go upstairs, saying she and I needed to "rehearse." That brought laughter from Alexis and Jean-Paul. They didn't know that, as of that moment, Gail and I had not had intercourse together.
Although the sun was below the horizon, it was not yet dark. We opened the curtains in our bedroom. We could see a few people on the beach and a sailboat on the water. We didn't know whether anyone saw us as we undressed each other, but we hoped so. Gail and I stood nude in the window, each with an arm around the other's waist, for maybe ten minutes. Then we embraced and began to kiss.
As our tongues played together, our hands roamed each other's bodies. My hands stopped on Gail's breasts where I rubbed her nipples gently between my thumbs and forefingers. Gail repeatedly ran her hands up and down my thighs, getting close to but not touching, my dick and balls. That proximity, and anticipation of what would ensue, got me hard.
After several minutes, Gail cupped my balls in her hand. Her hand felt slightly cool and very pleasant. I brought my hands down from her breasts. I ran them over her hips and forward until my right hand was on Gail's mound. Still holding my balls in one hand, Gail stroked my shaft with the other. As she ran her index finger around my circumcision scar, I put my hand between her thighs. I ran my finger around her labia before I began rubbing her clit. Gail seemed very moist to me. Her breathing accelerated some.
Before I worked my finger all the way inside, Gail took my hand. "I want your dick, not a finger," she said. We walked to the bed. Gail lay on her back. I got on the bed above her. At that moment, I got scared. I hadn't had intercourse since my last girlfriend dumped me. What if I was clumsy? What if I disappointed Gail? That thought was horrifying.
Gail sensed my anxiety. She took my dick in her hand and guided it into her. She put her other hand on my neck and pulled my face to hers. We kissed. Then Gail said softly, "let's go slow. Don't worry. This isn't a test. You won't fail. Neither of us will. We just need to learn how to enjoy each other." That made me feel better. Of course, I didn't think that Gail probably had similar anxiety.
I began slowly thrusting my dick back and forth inside Gail. Masturbating with Gail had been fun but was nothing like this. I raised my head to see her whole face. I've said repeatedly how beautiful Gail was (and still is). I had never seen her look more beautiful than she did then, beautiful and content. I leaned my head down and gently nibbled her earlobe. Gail wrapped her legs around me just above my hips. I moved from her ear and kissed her neck.
I had no sense of time. After what seemed like a long time, I decided to try something slightly different. Instead of just back and forth, I pushed my dick more against the front wall of her vagina. My second thrust that way was deeper than the first and Gail responded, "Oh yes! Stay there!" I kept pushing on the same spot. "Harder," Gail instructed. I pushed harder.
Gail was moving her hips in rhythm with me. Her legs tightened on me. I bent my head and began sucking her left nipple. Gail's breathing got faster and then turned into gulps. Her hips were pushing against me as hard as I was pushing into her. Gail's legs got very tight around me. Between gulps of breath, Gail said "Ian . . . promise . . . to . . . come . . . in . . . me."
I frankly hadn't thought about birth control, but, at that point, I'd do anything she wanted. "Yes," I said, sounding fiercer than I'd intended. Gail smiled. She took a very deep breath and said "oh . . . God . . . OH! . . . MY . . . GOD!" Her body convulsed. A moment later, I shot. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. My vision blurred.
When my vision cleared, I was looking down at Gail's face, which was more beautiful than it had ever been. Her eyes were closed. She opened them and, still breathing hard, said, "stay in me." She put her hands behind my head and pulled my face to hers. We kissed for a long time.
I awoke Saturday morning with my arms around Gail. Her back was to me and her butt was pressed against my dick. It was a comfortable position. I kissed the back of Gail's neck very softly.
A few minutes later, Alexis walked into our room. She was wearing a very sheer gown. The light coming from outside outlined her body. "Awake?" Alexis asked.
I felt Gail move in my arms. "I am now," Gail said.
"There's coffee and fruit in the kitchen," Alexis said. Jean-Paul and I will be out by the pool. Don't worry about dressing. No one can see the pool over the dunes."
Alexis left. Gail rolled so she was facing me. "Ian," she said, "last night was, well, better than I'd hoped." She kissed me on the lips. I started to work my hand between her legs. Gail pulled back, smiled, and said, "we'd better save it for tonight. We'll have an audience. We must give a good show." Gail and I showered together and went, nude, to the kitchen. I poured Gail a cup of coffee and then had to ask how she took it. We each grabbed an apple and walked out on the deck, where we were visible from the beach, and down a few steps to the protected area of the pool.
Alexis and Jean-Paul were nude on lounge chairs. As Gail and I walked around the pool, Alexis said, "I see one project already."
"What's that?" Gail asked.
"Don't you guys ever trim your pubic hair?" Alexis asked.
"Sometimes," Gail responded. I couldn't remember the last time I'd trimmed mine. It hadn't mattered.
Alexis asked Jean-Paul, "shave or just trim?"
"Trim, I think," Jean-Paul answered.
To us, Alexis said, "no problem. Jean-Paul and I will trim you up."
They did trim us around 4:00 p.m. Gail sat on a counter on one side of the bathroom with her legs spread while Jean-Paul trimmed her. My trim required Alexis to keep my dick in her hand. I could see Gail watching with amusement. After Alexis had moved my dick left, right, up, and down, Gail teased, "having fun Ian?"