Chapter Twenty-Three
Getting Away
They stayed out in the water for a while. While the professors sunbathed, the college students on the trip made out. Not that the older women would have been much good as chaperones. Had they been out here with them, they might have even gotten swept up in the rampant lust rising like steam above the clear blue waters. The water was warm, and they were making it warmer.
Liam ran his hand up to Avril’s neck as he kissed her, then softly massaged Anna’s breast as she waited for her next turn. When her next chance arrived, he felt up both their butts, which caused Avril to slip her hand into his swim trunks. Feeling how hard he was, she grinned.
“Anna’s going to be lucky when she takes you on that private walk of hers,” she said.
“Avril, quiet!” Anna hissed.
“It’s not like I said what you’re planning,” Avril said.
“Be. Quiet.”
“Make me,” Avril purred.
Anna did so by kissing her roommate. Not intending to find himself useless, Liam moved around behind Anna and began kissing her back. Wrapping his arms around both women, he prevented the tide from carrying them closer to the rock shelf and the shore. When Anna and Avril broke apart, Anna immediately looked over her shoulder, and he immediately reclaimed her luscious lips with his own.
“It sucks that the sea is so bad for sex,” Avril complained a little while later.
The frenzied pace of their actions had come down a bit. They were more relaxed, which in and of itself was marvelous, as they kissed and touched one another. They’d probably head back to the shore soon. Liam’s stomach had grumbled once already, which had caused both women to giggle.
“We aren’t having a threesome, regardless of where we are,” Anna said.
“You could just watch,” Avril said, which caused her roommate to splash her with water.
“No, thank you.”
Avril chuckled and kissed her best friend on the cheek. “Don’t worry, there’s no rush. Right, Liam?”
“That’s always been the case,” Liam said, leaning his head against Anna’s. “Like we talked about.”
Anna nodded and even took a bit of initiative over the next few minutes, briefly revving things back up to their earlier fervor. Liam and Avril both wore contented smiles during and afterward.
“So, your breasts are super sensitive,” Avril commented, having noticed how often Anna shivered whenever either of them massaged her breasts. They’d both gotten hands underneath her top various times throughout the past twenty minutes.
“Yes,” Anna admitted. “But that doesn’t mean—”
“Only when Liam’s around,” Avril repeated. “I remember the rule. I’ll follow it. Promise.”
Anna slightly relaxed. “Okay. Thank you.”
“Since Liam is around, could I pull your top up and give them a kiss or two?”
The dark-haired woman shifted slightly. She stayed silent for several seconds, deep in thought.
“If you… both do it, then okay.”
“Liam?” Avril asked, though no one expected him to pump the brakes on this new, arousing development.
“You can ask us to stop anytime,” Liam told Anna.
She nodded. Liam and Avril moved into positions. Together, they lifted Anna’s top, bunching it up right above her large breasts. Fair and soft and so, so sensitive, they awaited the attention soon to arrive. Liam’s whole body buzzed with excitement as he looked at Anna’s breasts. He knew how much Anna loved having her breasts played with. He also knew what might come of this erotic situation.
“So nice,” Avril said.
The compliment caused Anna to blush. Her shoulders were nearly up to her ears, but she slowly relaxed through intentional effort. He and Avril waited until Anna finally nodded, and then they stopped looking and started touching.
A soft kiss for each breast, then many more. He and Avril worked in concert, which grew his respect for the clever but sometimes pushy woman. This wasn’t a competition; they weren’t fighting to see which of them could make Anna experience more pleasure. They were here to provide Anna with a pleasant memory, from start to finish.
As such, they both started at the edges of Anna’s breasts. Even though Avril had only gotten them permission for a “kiss or two,” Anna didn’t say a word as two became twenty. Holding Liam’s hand underneath the water, Anna allowed her boyfriend and best friend to explore her wonderfully large breasts.
Working in tandem, Liam and Avril allowed their mouths to roam across Anna’s breasts. Every so often, as if to ensure neither was dragging behind or rushing ahead, their gazes met. That was their only form of communication; they stayed focused on their work, acting as a team without needing to coordinate verbally.
Anna benefited from their focus, and soft, breathy moans began to slip off her tongue. At nearly the same time, he and Avril swirled their tongues over Anna’s areolae. A short time later, after brief excursions to other parts of her breasts, they returned to kiss her nipples. Not long after that, when Anna was trembling from the foreplay, Liam became the first to take Anna’s nipple into his mouth. Avril wasn’t far behind.
One, two, six. That was how many times Anna climaxed. Each time, she couldn’t hide what was happening. Each time, her lovely, lilting voice rang out, breathier than the last, louder than the last, more ragged than the last. Her sensitive breasts couldn’t resist the pressure on them. Not when lips collected around her nipples and sucked gently. Not when Avril bit lightly, then pulled on Anna’s nipple. Not when Liam ran his tongue over Anna’s other nipple, lapping at it like a wave coming and going again and again.
“This is amazing,” Avril said, running her lips in a line of rapid kisses from Anna’s nipple to her neck. “You’re so sensitive. Fuck, Anna, I want to play with you every single night now.”
“J-Just when… Liam’s around,” Anna panted, shivering as Avril’s mouth reached her jawline.
“Come live with us during the summer,” Avril said, eyeing him.
“If you’re both okay with it, I suppose I could stay over a lot.”
“Yes,” Anna said, nodding and shutting her eyes tight.
“There we are, then,” Avril grinned. “Fuck, this summer break is going to be so much fun.”
Not to be outdone—okay, so maybe there was some slight competitiveness in his actions—Liam rolled Anna’s nipple between his lips, then sucked at the precise intensity he knew she adored. Her cries ramped up, and he and Avril needed to keep Anna from losing her footing and falling backward.
She climaxed—number six, boisterous and beautiful—and then finally called for an end to the arousing experience. Breathing heavily as she leaned on him for support, Anna needed a good minute before she’d calmed down enough to fit her bikini top back over her breasts.
Avril seemed nearly as charged with lust as Liam felt. She couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stay still. At one point, her eyes locked onto him.
“You’re going to fuck me so good tonight.”
“You’ll get my very best,” he promised.
Avril grinned and kissed him, practically buzzing with energy.
Eventually, once they’d all come down from their shared high, it seemed appropriate for them to head back to land. At this point, his stomach wasn’t the only one to have growled. They had some chilled sandwiches and fruit sitting in one of their coolers. On top of satisfying their stomachs, it might also help them cool down.
Unless, of course, the two women lounging in the sun near said basket decided they didn’t want things to get cooler. Which very much seemed to be the case.
At some point, Tess and Victoria had decided to go topless. Had they rubbed sunscreen on themselves or let the other woman handle it? Why the fuck hadn’t they called out to him in the ocean, so he might come ashore and do it?!
Maybe they did, and maybe you were just too busy to hear, Liam thought.
How and when it happened, it had happened. As he, Anna, and Avril trotted out of the ocean and returned to their towels and umbrellas, they saw two topless professors lying under the sun. In the past half an hour, Liam had only failed to see Avril’s breasts. That thought was almost amusing, given that she’d likely have been the most comfortable with going topless; he knew he could have simply asked her to do so when they’d gotten here, and he bet she’d have done it.
“Speaking of lovely breasts,” Avril announced as they returned their group to being five.
Tess lifted her head. “Welcome back. Did you all enjoy the water?”
“Water’s fine, but not as fine as you two beauties,” Avril said.
“That’s a terrible line,” Victoria said, not even bothering to lift her head.
“It’s an excellent line,” Avril said. “You just have no taste.”
That brought Victoria’s head up. Behind her sunglasses, sunlight bursting off their reflective surfaces, she eyed Avril.
“We have the same taste. The last twenty-four hours attests to that.”
Avril grinned and made another playful comment. Liam wasn’t listening. His heart was busy making a clamorous celebration inside his chest. For all the other types of confirmation he’d gotten from her, this one, for some odd reason, felt especially solid.
He sat near Tess, watching the human avatars of maverick and stoic parry words nearby. A shoulder bumped into him, directing his eyes toward the second topless woman on the beach. Hopefully, that number would increase before long.
“Behave,” Tess said, looking over the rim of her sunglasses. “I’d like us to have a relatively normal picnic. The debauchery can wait a little while longer.”
“So, I can’t kiss you?” Liam asked. “Because I really want to.”
“I didn’t say that, ” Tess said, leaning in slightly closer.
By the time their kiss ended, barely a drop in the barrel of what it would take to cool his desires, Avril and Victoria had finished their verbal swordplay. Nearby, certainly having seen him and Tess kissing, Anna decided to open the cooler with food in it. Everyone gathered in a familiar circle as she began passing out chilled fruits and sandwiches.
Tess got her wish. Their picnic was relatively normal. Sans the topless professors, whose lead Avril eventually followed, and the difficulty Liam had with keeping his gaze at eye level, there wasn’t too much out of the ordinary going on in their area. No suggestions for strip poker recurred, at the very least. Liam had half expected Anna’s eyes to widen while she passed out their food, having found a chilly deck of cards within. It would have been on the lower end of Avril’s many surprises.
But no, not today—not yet today, at least. Other than distracting him as she tossed away her top, her magnificent breasts joining the collection around him, Avril didn’t instigate a thing. Instead, she laid out the plans she’d discussed with him and Anna out in the ocean to the professors. Neither found any issue with her proposed itinerary.
“There are some things to do around the resort, too,” Tess noted. “There’s a tennis court hidden away, and the resort promises some cultural activities.”
“Want a rematch, then?” Avril asked, grinning.
“If there’s time,” Tess said.
“You two play tennis?” Liam asked, gulping down some water from his metal water bottle.
“Of varying degrees, we’re all rich white women,” Avril commented glibly. “We all play tennis.” She nodded at Anna. “She’s probably the best one here. Another of her not-so-shocking skills. If she can’t be on the ice, then put her on the clay—she’ll show her stuff.”
“I’m okay at tennis,” Anna said. It seemed impossible for her to admit her own skill at something, so Liam imagined that Avril was closer to the truth than her slightly embarrassed roommate.
“We should all play,” Avril said. “We can find a day for it, and Liam can be the ref. I’m sure he won’t mind seeing us rushing about in short skirts.”
“A doubles match or a four-person tournament?” Tess asked.
“Doubles,” Avril said, and they all surely saw the glint of a plan coalescing into existence within her beautiful green eyes. “Students versus professors.”
“At which point, we’ll lose, as I’m only okay at tennis,” Victoria said. “The best and the worst player should team up, so there’s a little more mystery about which team will win.”
“I’m okay with that,” Anna said.
“Traitor,” Avril said.
“It’ll be a closer match this way,” Tess said. “More entertaining.”
Avril only grunted and sank her teeth back into her sandwich. So came to be the planned tennis tournament. Not exactly the most exotic of events to participate in while surrounded by a tropical paradise, but Liam suspected that he would enjoy seeing the four women in their tennis outfits, out of breath and panting as they worked to claim victory. When it came to Victoria, it’d certainly be a novel sight, assuming she strained herself to such a point. However, he hoped to find a different way to see her in an exhausted state before that happened.
The rest of the picnic passed by pleasantly but uneventfully. As requested, he behaved. As though it might have been asked of her even before they’d come out here, Avril did the same. They ate and drank and chatted with one another, and no sinful games or opportunities were suggested. Nevertheless, Liam relished how normalized things seemed to be becoming between them all. Three of the four women were topless, yet no one seemed upset or bothered by it. In his estimation, that could only bode well for the group relationship.
And he was starting to think more and more in terms of group situations. Avril probably would have grinned from ear to ear should she have gotten a peek into the sinful list of opportunities budding within his mind. Some for the short term, others for the long term. The latter plans were especially sordid, involving both summer and fall—and yes, the next winter break.
He hoped things between them all would only improve from here. If the path continued upward, he liked his chances for those future hopes. He liked them a lot.
“Liam, are you okay going on our walk now?” Anna asked about twenty minutes later.
They’d finished eating a while ago, after which some relaxation and digestion on their towels had followed. Anna remained the only woman wearing both components of her bikini, though Avril lounged in the shade, not joining Victoria and Tess in the sun. This was probably why. For their walk, which had a minor chance of bringing them across another beachgoer or two, depending on how far Anna intended to take them on this walk.
“Sure, let’s go,” Liam said, smiling as he hopped up to his feet.
Curiously, Anna gathered two rolled-up towels. She asked him to carry their water bottles, and after doing so, they bid the other three women farewell.
“Have fun,” Tess said. Avril echoed the sentiment, though she added a wink directed at Anna.
The two of them left tracks as they headed northward. Because of the way the beach bent eastward, then sharply turned northward, it didn’t take long for them to lose sight of the three gorgeous women staying behind. Not that Liam minded. He had the fourth still with him, and her company was more than enough to keep him in a good mood.
“Be honest with me,” he said, “are you good enough at tennis that I should bet on your team?”
“It would be the smart bet,” Anna said.
Liam grinned, leaned over, and kissed her on the cheek. “I figured it would be. It always is.”
“My mother and I play together a lot.”
“That sounds familiar,” Liam noted. “So, tennis in the summer, ice skating in the winter?”
“Ice-skating year-round,” Anna admitted, blushing slightly.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think Fiji is likely to have a rink.”
“No, I’m afraid you’re right,” Anna said. She turned her dazzling beauty toward him. “But I think I’ll be alright for the week.”
“More than alright, hopefully,” he said. “I can tell I’m walking right into Avril’s newest trap, but I feel like I should offer a reward to whichever team wins in your upcoming match. The only reason she didn’t bring it up is probably because she’s less confident that she’ll now be on the winning side.”
“I imagine you’re right,” Anna said. She bit her lower lip, then glanced behind them as if expecting to find a red-haired skulker pursuing them. “What kind of reward?”
“I’m not sure just yet,” he said. “A romantic one, maybe? A zesty one? It should probably be a bit more than a handshake and a hug, don’t you think?”
“Probably a bit more,” Anna agreed. Compared to the others, the dark-haired heiress usually practiced a little more restraint and subtlety. Her response followed that tact, but her expression couldn’t sync up with it. Her eyes danced with a heat that bordered on scalding.
“A romantic and zesty one?” Liam said, acting as though he hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary. He glanced at her. “By the way, now that we’re alone, did you enjoy what happened in the ocean? No worries or regrets over it?”