Chapter 7
Elizabeth
A tanned Phoebe steps into our brunch spot and our entire table goes wild.
“Yay! Welcome back!” Leah yelps, jumping up to give her a hug.
Amongst the hugs and hellos, Olive asks, “So how was it? Six weeks on a cruise ship seems like such a long time.”
Sitting down at our table, the newlywed says, “Sort of, but we had so many excursions. Hawaii stops, Tahiti, Australia. It was amazeballs.”
The four of us pepper her with questions until the food arrives and Phoebe puts a stop to it.
“OK, OK, I want to hear from you ladies. It feels like forever since we hung out and it was non-wedding related.”
Ava shoots a wicked grin my way and says, “Liz has something to share.”
All eyes are now on me. I finish my mimosa and pour another healthy glass from the pitcher.
“Alright, spill it Elizabeth. It must be good if you’re getting yourself liquored up,” she teases.
“So, I, uh, well…”
Ava blurts out, “She and Angus smooched!”
Phoebe whips her head around to look at me, eyes wide, and with a huge grin spread across her face.
“No. Way. Angus?”
Laughing, I nod. I can feel my cheeks burn.
“He’s so shy! Oh wow, Liz, this is awesome. Did you two kiss just for fun or because you two like each other?”
Ripping my napkin into tiny pieces, I mumble, “We’ve been texting a bunch since the kiss. So, yeah, I think we like each other.”
“Stop being so damn shy and say that with your entire chest, woman!” Olive prods me.
“I love this so much. Angus is such a good guy. This is really amazing, Liz.”
During brunch, I partake in a bit too many mimosas and Leah insists on driving me home.
“But I walked here,” I slur.
“I’m still driving you. Come on.”
Pulling up in front of my place, Leah says, “It seems like you really like this guy. This minotaur. Whatever.”
“Yeah, I think I do. He was so closed off at the wedding, which gave me the wrong impression of him. But our little mishap in the backroom threw everything into an 180.”
“Oh, you’re gaga.”
“I’m gaga?”
“Your eyes and face are telling me you are. Which I absolutely love. I love this for you.”
Hugging her goodbye, I shuffle into my house and plop down on the couch. Talking about Angus has gotten me all hot and bothered. Mulling over a quickie with my rabbit, I instead impulsively text the sexy minotaur.
Did you know I have a pool in my backyard?
The typing bubble notification pops up immediately and my stomach flips dramatically.
I did not. Big enough for a minotaur?
It certainly is. What are you up to tonight? Want to come to my place for pizza and a swim?
Watching the message send, a worried knot forms in my gut. I begin typing a message saying I realize it’s not like he’s close by and will totally understand if that doesn’t work for him, but before I finish typing, his response pops up.
I would love to.
Squealing like a teenager, I text him my address and began picking up like a madwoman.
By the time I am done cleaning up and showering, the liquid courage has left my body.
Checking my cell, I see he sent an updated ETA of 30 minutes.
That hulking beast of a man will be here in a half hour.
The thought sends my pussy into a tizzy.
My brain refuses to shut up about what I would love to do to him in my pool, so I decide to play it safe and grab a few items to throw into a canvas tote, including the lube from my bedside table.
Who knows what will happen, but I want to be prepared for any pool nookie.
Catching my eye in the mirror, I can’t help but laugh at my face. I look beyond the moon right now.
After an initial swim and some pizza, we head out into the pool again.
The sun has set, but the sky is still lit up with oranges and pinks.
I lounge against the side of the pool, looking up at the beautiful colors, when I feel a kiss on my neck.
Looking over at the handsome bullman, he gives me a sheepish smile.
“I hope that was OK.”
Kicking my legs so that I am facing him, I wrap my arms around his muscular neck and pull myself up to kiss him.
While our tongues greet each other, he wraps his burly arms around me, making my curvy, thick body feel small inside of his hug.
The water helps me push against him, revealing his arousal.
Angus stops kissing me and shyly attempts to apologize, but I stop him with another kiss and wrap my legs around his waist.
“I like it, Angus,” I whisper into his mouth.
Saying that, I reach back and undo the top of my swimsuit, which falls into the water. My large tits float in the pool and the hot minotaur lets out a bellow before diving to capture a nipple in his big mouth.
“Holy. That feels so damn good,” I say as his hand slides into my swimsuit bottom.
Bouncing in the water from his finger thrusts, my breasts splashing the surface, and our mouths hungrily devouring each other, I am dying to feel him inside of me.
Wriggling away from him for a moment, I dive down and slip his trunks to his ankles, revealing a thick, rock-hard, magnificent cock.
Popping my head back up for air, I smile at him while I stroke his massive girth.
“Grab that tote bag behind you, please,” I whisper, yanking off the rest of my swimsuit.
Reaching in to the bag he hands me, I give him a wicked grin as I pour a small amount of lube in my palm and finger fuck myself while he watches.
Angus bellows again, pulling my bobbing body back to him, with my legs spread eagle and ready to take his size.
Grateful for the lube, his cock penetrates me, causing me to curse happily and pray to a goddess I don’t even know.
“Holy shit, you’re so fucking big!” I can’t help but blurt out.
Worry floats past his eyes, so I devour his mouth, whispering against his face, “And I fucking love it.”
Moaning, Angus grabs my hips and pounds into my helpless pussy. The friction against his minotaur body quickly builds an orgasm inside of me and I come loudly on his cock.
“Fuck, yes, you’re so goddamn sexy,” he grunts out, before flinging his head and horns back, bellowing as he climaxes.
My body collapses against him, and we float there, in silence, under the stars. Panting, we burst into giggles as we recover from the best fuck of my life.
“That was incredible,” he says into my wet hair.
“I agree. We need to keep doing that. A lot.”
Laughing, he kisses the top of my damp head.
“Good plan.”