Neglecting Jeri is not in Christine's nature. Jeri appreciates the delicate situation the current living arrangement brings to all concerned. Matt, Christine and Jeri enjoy occasional lively threesomes. Other times, either Matt or Christine makes love to Jeri.
Both are accomplished pussy lappers and she loves sucking cocks. All three arrive at the inevitable conclusion: Jeri needs a lover. A household with three constantly horny people too often leaves one frustrated, most often Jeri.
Something had to change. Jeri needed to find the lesbian of her dreams. First, she parted from her on and off again bi boy friend Greg. They parted amicably. Greg eventually settled down with a gay friend.
As Mat suggested, Christine and Jeri spend Friday nights at Women's Cave. Jeri meets several nice and beautiful young bisexuals and lesbians. None is ready to settle down. They play the field and are interested only in occasional sex with Jeri. She understood completely. Until she met Christine, she played the same way.
Her luck would turn on a summer Saturday at the beach.
The beaches of California are the in spot for young residents or students on summer vacation. Beautiful girls in skimpily bikinis working on their tans, frolicking in the surf or strolling barefoot in the ocean-cooled sand, parade to the watchful eyes of horny guys and girls alike.
Hot tanned muscular guys draw the eyes of most women and a few men. The aroma of salt air and sun tan lotion fills the air, spread everywhere by gentle winds. Hot girls on skates wearing tight shorts and bikini tops add to the intoxicating attraction impossible to ignore.
Philosophers theorize humanity is unavoidable attracted to the same waters their ancestors evolved from millions of years ago. If the beautiful people populating the beach are any indication, humanity evolved pretty well.
Matt, Christine and Jeri love the beach and visit often. This day, they arrived to a mostly deserted area of the beach near a formation of rocks that are dry during low tide and pounded by surf at high tide. They place their beach towels as far from the constant mist from waves crashing on the rocks. Matt's loose fitting knee length trunks reveal most of his muscular body. Christine's specially designed bikini bottom hid her balls and cock. Her low cut top display a delicious portion of her splendid 38" breasts. Jeri's string bikini with small patches. cover only her areolas and pussy slit and leaves little to one's imagination, particularly the beautiful lifeguard on duty.
Leslie recognized the three from previous visits. The confirmed lesbian unabashedly stared lustfully at Jeri. When not at nursing school, she works part time as a lifeguard. She shares an apartment with three straight female students.
She is flat out gorgeous, 5'7" tall with a 37-23-36" swimmers body. Her very light sun bleached blond hair flows to her shoulder blades. Her blue eyes complete the prototypical California girl look.
Leslie hopes she would get a chance to meet the beautiful blonde-haired woman with the revealing bikini. She considers various approaches but is far to shy to try anything overtly direct.
She watched the woman of her lust moving unsafely far into the surf and was about to shout a warning when Jeri was pulled down by a strong undertow.
She grabbed her float and outraced Matt and Christine to where Jeri disappeared. She saw her flailing arms. She quickly reached Jeri. Holding her head above water she shouted, "Swim with me!" Jeri coughed up a lot of seawater. Leslie moved fast, pulled her to dry land, cleared her mouth and began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
"Stay with me." she commanded.
"What is her name?" she demanded.
"Jeri," Matt and Christine answered.
"Jeri, if you can hear me, grip my hand." Leslie ordered.
Her very weak hand moved slightly.
Leslie began chest compressions alternating with mouth to mouth.
Jeri coughed out a large volume of seawater, choked and vomited.
The nasty sight was lovely to Leslie. Jeri breathed on her own and Leslie said the same silent prayer of thanks she offers after every successfully rescue.
The adrenaline rush left her weak and she asked Matt to bring a gallon bottle of water, a towel and a pail from her lifeguard shack.
She looked at the beautiful Jeri who returned her gaze with the unmistakable look of love in her eyes. "Thank you. Thank you. She repeated. "Who are you?"
"Leslie," she replied, "Leslie Johnson."
Matt returned and Leslie told Jeri not to be shy as she cleaned her body. She removed her bikini and Christine rinsed it clean in the ocean. Leslie soaked the towel and removed the vomit and salt from her body, unavoidably sexually attracted to Jeri's hot body.
Christine returned and helped Leslie replace her bikini. Jeri, overcome with gratitude hugged Leslie, tears running from her eyes. Leslie patted Jeri kindly on her back until her emotional stability returned. She held her at arms length and made her promise to be more careful in the future.
The three friends noticed something in Leslie's voice that indicated more than professional interest in Jeri. Jeri looked carefully at Leslie and knew in her soul she finally found the woman of her dreams. She needed to know if Leslie felt the same and asked if she could treat her do dinner. "It is the least I can do for the woman who saved my life," she coaxed.
Leslie accepted and they arranged to meet at 6 PM when her shift ended.
Matt and Christine hoped for the best for Jeri, delighted at the possibilities. They helped Jeri dress provocatively for the occasion. Since Leslie had seen her nude body, she needed to wear something less revealing but sexually inviting. She chose a sheer white sleeveless top to highlight her braless 36" breasts and flat 23" waist. She added spandex shorts that fit her 37" ass perfectly and would reveal an inviting camel toe when aroused.
They met near Leslie's lifeguard station. The afternoon winds had died. The air was still, the only sound, gentle waves washing ashore and retreating in a never-ending melody. It was a night full of endless possibilities.
Leslie dressed in the same yellow jumpsuit she wore to work. She skipped the bra and panties. It fit her like a glove and accented every curve pf her 37-23-36" body. She saw Jeri and felt her pussy moisten. Jeri's pussy juice dampened her crotch and she felt the spandex gradually outline her shaved pussy.
Leslie stared at Jeri. Words escaped her but her eyes betrayed her lust. Jeri held out her arms and Leslie moved forward seeing the same lust in her eyes. Her shyness turned into confidence as she reached Jeri's body. They hugged tightly and shivered as their breasts touched. It ignited their passion and they kissed fervently.