Carnival Ch 03 1

This is an episodic installment in the "Free Love Universe", a collection of short stories about recurring characters which are designed to be read in any order, unless otherwise numbered.

This episode, like all in the "Carnival" series, is best enjoyed in order within that subsequence.

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DAY 3 - FRIDAY

Megan and I decided to fill our Friday by renting a car and taking a lap around Barbados. At only 166 square miles, we figured we could get back home before sundown if we were selective with our stops. I wore my go-to khaki shorts and a pink polo Megan bought me from Banana Republic, and she was wearing a white, ruffled, v-neck fit-and-flare dress with spaghetti straps that hung down to her knees but occasionally showed a lot of thigh when the wind blew right. This dress really featured her breasts, relegating her ass and tummy backstage for the day.

We caught a taxi into Bridgetown to rent a car, then were on the road early. We stopped along the southern coast near Oistins, which we heard had a legendary fish fry on Friday nights - which was tonight - then continued on counter-clockwise until we were exploring the eastern coast. Beauty and greenery were everywhere and Megan was constantly looking up the information behind our stops as we toured.

One of our first stops was Codrington College, with its gorgeous archways and unrivaled views out over the ocean. It was truly a wonder, with architecture that screamed of old English design. Megan looked it up as we pulled away and, sure enough, it had once been a slave plantation. Thankfully, a wing of the Anglican church was paying reparations to the tune of 7 million British pounds. That made it feel a little less awkward to have so enjoyed the dazzling architecture and perfectly manicured grounds.

Next, we cut into the center of the island, climbing high up its central peak until we reached Harrison Cave, named after its original discoverer. Of course, the natives that inhabited the island before Columbus arrived may have known about it as well, but it wasn't named after any of them. The cave itself was just one item on the list at a whole adventure center which catered to families. Megan and I bought tickets to spelunk in the cave and enjoyed the cool underground air while tour guides told us facts about stalagmites that we immediately forgot.

Next, we got a late lunch up on the northernmost tip of the island at a restaurant called the Animal Flower Cave. It was an extraordinary experience - eating right on the coast, then climbing down to the cave underneath whose natural formation was hard to imagine. It jutted up straight against the ocean with multiple circular openings in the rockface, then broadened up into a fifty foot tall, hundred-foot wide inner cavern. The floor was a mixture of smooth but unevenly eroded rocks and outright pools, while the walls were a mixture of multicolored slabs stained by mineral-rich water seeping down from above and what appeared to be horizontal stacks of slab rock which looked more like a discarded pile of library books than any natural formation. Megan and I kissed and held each other near the opening where the waves crashed, taking hasty selfies to mark our visit.

By now it was late in the afternoon and with only a few hours of sunlight left and an hour drive down the curvy road on Barbados' western side, we set out to return our car.

"Kevin and Leigh are celebrating their anniversary tonight, so what should we do? Check out a few clubs or bars?" I asked Megan.

"That sounds good. You could also text that bartender back and see what she's up to," Megan proposed.

"And what if she's up to nothing and just wants to join us. Would you feel weird having a third tag along with us all night?" I asked.

Megan scrunched her face for a bit. "Yeah, I would prefer to go to a party or something. It's Friday night, I doubt she's just sitting at home watching Netflix."

"She also could be working, in which case, it's a moot point," I said. "Alright, I'll text her." At the next red light, I shot Bethany a quick text asking her what she was up to.

My phone lit up a moment later and Megan eagerly grabbed it to read the reply, but froze when she saw the name on my lock screen. "Leigh is texting you," she said slowly. "Wait, why is Leigh texting you?" I could hear in her voice that this surprise caught her off guard.

"Last night we got to talking about anal sex while you and Kevin were asleep. She's interested in trying it with him and has been asking me for tips. I told her all about you pegging me." I explained.

"Wait, she's wants him to fuck her, or she wants to fuck him?" Megan asked, still unsure about all of this.

"She wants him to fuck her," I clarified. "You can read our thread. It's all about how she can best enjoy it."

Megan swiped my phone again, unlocking it without my help as we both knew each others' passcodes. She skimmed it hastily, concluding that yes, we had only been discussing something Leigh would do with her husband, not anything Leigh and I would do in secret.

"Listen, I know that seeing her name must have seemed weird, especially since you and I have been pretty crazy lately. But know that no matter what we do together, that will never make me okay doing anything behind your back or without you," I said.

Megan leaned across the armrest and hugged my arm. "Thank you, I love you," she said, squeezing my hand, which I squeezed back.

"So what'd Leigh ask?" I asked Megan a moment later.

"Oh shoot. She wanted to know - oh right, if they could borrow the anal lube. Damn, she wants to do it soon!"

"I think tonight, as a little something extra for their anniversary," I said. Megan must have really skimmed those texts - she missed all the good parts.

"Shit, his cock is

really thick

. We'll see if she can walk tomorrow!" Megan hooted, her laughter echoing in our small car. "I'll text her back that she's welcome to it and we'll be back in an hour."

Later, my phone lit up again, this time from Bethany. Megan scooped it up again, unlocked it, and read aloud,

"Hey sexy

-- ooh, she likes you!

It's my night off, what are u up 2? Would love to spend time w u, ur girlfriend, and ur friends".

Megan looked at me with an inquisitive cocked eye.

"We'd talked about doing the fish fry tonight," I said, thinking aloud. "Maybe we could see if she wants to join us at Club Rehab after?"

Megan resumed texting and read aloud as she typed.

"Friends are busy tonight, but gf and I might do Club Rehab after Oistins. Do you like strip clubs?"

We drove for a few more minutes before the reply came in, which Megan read aloud.

"Sorry, was talking to a friend. Strip clubs are fun, but Ballers is better! Enjoy Oistins - meet there at midnight?"

Without bothering to ask for my opinion, Megan replied

"See you at midnight at Ballers".

"Well, now we have plans tonight," I said. Megan reached over the armrest and squeezed my hand in excitement.

We dropped off our rental, stopped at an ATM to get cash for Ballers, then took a taxi across the southern coast to Oistins. The big Friday night fish fry didn't really get going for an hour or two, but we walked around the area until people started to show up and dozens of different food stalls were ready to serve delicious Bajan dinners. By the time they did, we'd already had a few drinks and walked up and down the coast, hand in hand, enjoying the sunset. We ordered food - fried snapper, spicy Caribbean coleslaw, and fried plantains - then found seats in front of the live music that was starting up. We walked around more, chatted with locals and other travelers, had more drinks, and ordered dessert. The lines were long enough that, before we knew it, it was 11:30pm. I hailed a taxi from the pool outside Oistins and we were off to Ballers.

We arrived, cleared the bouncer, and entered. Ballers was a dingy building, but it was clear immediately that the girls were

absolutely beautiful

. You entered from the front-right of the building into a main room that was oddly arranged, with a bar on the right wall, rows of seats and tables lining the corner to the left, and a small stage and pole all the way on the far end, awkwardly far from any of the seats.In front of the stage was just open space, meaning you couldn't sit while watching or tipping the on-stage dancer. Very weird. But, the girls were

gorgeous

. About ten of them bounced between roughly fifteen patrons. One would pop a squat next to a lonely customer, strike up a conversation, make offers for dances or other services, and then retreat to a back room or move on if nothing developed. They were dressed in various styles of lingerie, some with their tits out, some not, but all showing tons of skin on their lithe bodies. A few of the strippers had a few extra pounds, but even they tended to have strikingly beautiful faces that made it work.

As soon as we walked in, one such lonely customer not currently being solicited by any of the strippers popped up and approached us. Bethany's signature hairstyle stood out in the room, her dreadlocks all swooped to the left side of her head, pointed away from the shaved portion above her right ear. Her septum was in and she was wearing a black fishnet top over a simple black bra and dark leather pants that fit her ass and legs like a second layer of skin. She had a big toothy smile as she approached, giving me a hug then quickly turning her attention to Megan. "Okay! Had I known you liked chocolate chips in your ice cream, I would have brought friends! Hello sweetie, you are GORGEOUS!"

Megan blushed a little and hugged her back. "No stop it, your top is amazing! You look

so good!"

"Who wants a drink?" I asked, and predictably saw two raised hands. I went to the bar and asked what his signature cocktail was. Hilariously, he answered "rum and coke". I don't know how well I hid my disbelief at the answer, but I went with three of those, plus a squeeze of lime as I wasn't sure whether he knew what a Cuba Libre was. Once I had my 3 drinks, I returned to Megan and Bethany. The two were sitting next to each other, talking about life on Barbados. I handed them their drinks, then sat on the end to place Megan in the middle, and started listening.

"Growing up here was incredible," Bethany continued. "My country places education above all else. All schooling is free, and our base literacy rate is around 90%. Every girl in here is here because she wants to be. Some are in school, but they're not dancing to pay tuition, because that is free in Barbados."

Megan swooned. A well-run country - what a novel idea! Plus, knowing all the strippers present had other options but wanted to be here made the whole outing way sexier.

They kept talking, but a few minutes later our first stripper approached us. She ignored Bethany and me, locking eyes on Megan in the middle of our small party. "Who a' you!?" the Bajan stripper asked.

"I'm Megan," she answered, extending her hand delicately for a dignified handshake.

"You a' beau-te-full!" the stripper exclaimed, her Bajan accent thick and beautiful itself. She looked about 20 years old and was tall-ish, maybe 5'5" or 5'6" (1.65m), so an inch or two taller than Megan. She was thin, her body smaller than Megan's in most ways other than height. Her ass, while perfectly tight, was not nearly as firm, round, or delicious as Megan's. Her breasts, while seemingly perky, were noticeably smaller as they sat in her black bralette. Her outfit was black lingerie, which, in the dimly lit common area of the strip club, was enticing and mysterious against her dark chocolate skin.

"Please, can I give you a' dance? Tha' first one's on me!"

Megan looked at me, since I was the one to stop at the ATM and happened to have all the cash in my pocket. I started to pull it out.

"A' you two ta-getha? You come, too," she said, gesturing at me hastily.

"Okay, but we need to find someone for our friend," I said, and looked at Bethany. "Would you like a dance?" She nodded. "Who do you like?"

She scanned the room, eventually settling on a stripper in pink lingerie standing alone by the bar. "Her," she said, pointing.

I got up and walked toward that girl. She looked to be in her mid-20s and had slightly more curves than most of the other girls here. She was about the same height, 5'5" or 5'6" (1.65m), and had big, soft breasts that looked ready to overflow right out of her pink bustier. Her ass and legs were similarly curvy and sported miniscule panties, stockings, and garters - all of it pink.

"Hello," I said, and she turned to me and smiled. "Can I pay for multiple dances for a friend of mine?" I asked, pointing toward Bethany. The stripper nodded enthusiastically. As clientele went, a perfectly clean, beautiful, thirty year old woman had to be like striking gold. "Are you interested in doing more? Can you

really

show her a good time?" I asked.

The stripper nodded, then said, "Double price. $20 for three songs instead of $10."

"Great, can I pay for six songs?" I asked, handing her $40.

She unzipped her small purse, folded and deposited the money, and strode toward Bethany. As I followed her, the stripper who originally approached us practically dragged Megan and I into a back room. I looked over my shoulder and saw Bethany and the pink lingerie stripper turning into a different back room behind us. Bethany was smiling ear to ear.

The space we wound up in was simple, just a few mental folding chairs around another small stage and pole, but our stripper wanted to give a lap dance so she ignored the stage. She sat us down in adjacent chairs and began swaying to the music, a Spanish song I didn't know. She stepped over Megan, shaking her tummy and breasts right in her face. Megan was overwhelmed by how the experience started and laughed intensely from pure adrenaline. She ran her hands over the stripper's body, who snatched them up to help make sure they explored her fully. I was largely forgotten, but sitting just two feet away from my girlfriend getting a

highly

sexual lap dance, had no objections.

The stripper pulled down her bralette, placed both hands behind Megan's head, and pulled her face directly into her right breast. Megan tended to her nipple, encasing it in her beautiful lips and swirling hard with her tongue. The stripper writhed atop her, this time to the beat of Megan's tongue instead of the music. After ten to fifteen seconds of that, she flipped the script, pulling down the white spaghetti straps of Megan's dress to expose her luxurious tits. The stripper latched onto Megan's right breast, on the far side from me, which left her near side breast open. I wasted no time leaning in, and then Megan began to almost scream-moan as the stripper and I each sucked on one of her nipples. I maneuvered my left hand under her dress and snaked it between her thighs toward her center. She spread her legs as soon as she realized what was happening, and then I began to stroke the outside of her lacy panties. Between the way she was looking up in pure euphoric bliss and how the stripper and I were blocking all vision below and in front of her, she likely couldn't tell whose hand was groping her. Knowing Megan, that mystery was exactly what she wanted.

The stripper lifted her head off Megan's breast and began nibbling on her neck and jaw. Megan just about slid off her chair, but was stopped when the stripper began to make out with her. As they

aggressively

kissed, the stripper directed Megan's hands down to her pussy. As soon as Megan felt the rough fabric of the stripper's lingerie, her fingers got right to work, turning in a circular motion over the girl's pleasure button.

I was an afterthought once more, but again had no complaints. I watched attentively and allowed my erection to take off. Before long it was back in its rightful place - awkwardly jammed to the side under the oppressive constraints of my underwear and khaki shorts.

Without warning, Megan's left hand shot out toward me and began blindly fumbling up and down my body until it found the top of my shorts. Her search then became horizontal, stopping when she found my top button. She tried to undo it, but failed in all the chaos. Eventually she just shook the front of my shorts in frustration, a clear signal for me to help. I unbuttoned my pants, and as soon as she felt the slack, she started to yank them down. The stripper was still completely occupying her face, but despite seeing nothing, she obviously wanted me more involved. I lifted my butt slightly and she yanked down both my shorts and tight boxers in one tug. The cold metal seat on my ass was a shock, but my dick didn't care and sprang to attention. Megan grabbed it right away with her left hand and began stroking.

The stripper eventually sensed this distraction and stopped kissing Megan to look. Her face lit up at the sight of my large, clean, and well-groomed dick. She put her hand on Megan's jaw and gently pushed her toward me, lowering her head down to my manhood. Megan took me in her mouth with gusto, sucking my dick like an over-acting pornstar. The rush of being in the backroom with this stripper was way too intense for her to remember any serious technique, but I still enjoyed the soft warmth of her tongue and spit gliding over me.

The stripper repositioned Megan to be on her feet but bent over to attend to me, then moved behind her and lifted the white skirt of her dress up onto her back. Staring at her legendary ass from point blank, I was amused at how the stripper gasped in absolute disbelief at what was before her.

Been there, sister,

I thought to myself dryly. After collecting herself, the stripper pulled down Megan's panties, exposing her silky smooth pussy and asshole. She stuck two fingers in her mouth, then placed them behind Megan and inserted. I looked down quickly, just in time to catch the look of shock and surprise on Megan's face. She gasped, screamed "OH FUCK!", and gave up any pretense of sucking my dick. She rested her head on my pubic bone, her hands against my hips to brace her weight, and allowed the stripper to finger fuck her.

I had my girlfriend's head in my lap while she stood still, bent over at the waist, taking a stranger's fingers up her snatch. I wanted to join in, but wasn't sure how. Then I realized I could reach her tits and bent forward slightly to gently knead her nipples. She preferred my tongue, of course, but sadly that wasn't an option right now, so I kept my touch gentle to hopefully add and not subtract from what she was experiencing.

I couldn't see exactly what the stripper was doing, other than that she was using both hands; but it was working because Megan's moans rapidly escalated. I admired the stripper's conviction as she went into minute two, then three of her efforts. Megan's knees buckled as she started to cum. Her orgasm was

loud

, albeit still largely drowned out by the club's music. After her shakes passed, she sat quietly for a moment, squatting right in front of me, her head down, her focus entirely inward. I looked up at the stripper who was sucking her fingers clean and winking at me. Megan stood slowly, turned around and fell several degrees backward until her shoulders hit the near wall, and exclaimed. "What the fuck was

that?!"

"That was my treat, baby. You a' gorgeous!" the stripper said, then turned around and walked away.

"Liam, you have to pay her!" Megan said, and I pulled up my pants then followed the stripper out of the room and forced $20 into her hands. She looked at it disapprovingly, like she genuinely did not want the money, then shrugged and pocketed it. She gave me a quick thank-you hug and continued back into the main area. As I returned to Megan, I passed the door I knew contained Bethany and her stripper. I put my ear to the door, but couldn't hear anything over the blaring music. I continued on back toward Megan, who was situating her panties and dress.