Chapter 3
The house we rented is an adorable bungalow a few blocks from the ocean.
We can’t see the water from here, but we only have to walk to the end of the street and pass a couple of houses to get to the beach.
It’s decorated in a nautical theme, and since it’s small, it only takes a few minutes to explore the house while Joey hauls in his one bag and my two.
He agreed to hit the grocery store close by and heads out to do that while I unpack my bags.
It doesn’t take me long since I basically just dump it all in one of the dresser drawers, but I spend some time organizing our joint bathroom supplies and admiring the large walk-in shower.
When Joey calls out, “I’m home,” I go out to give him a kiss and help him unload the groceries.
We’re having a barbecue tomorrow with everyone, so Joey grabbed chips, buns, and a bunch of soda and beer.
I wrinkle my nose at the beer. I should have requested hard cider since I can’t stand the taste of beer.
We’re both yawning after we eat a simple dinner of hoagie roll sandwiches, but we spend some time unwinding on two Adirondack chairs on the screened-in porch.
We’re tired, but somehow neither of us wants to go to bed yet.
Even though we can’t see the ocean, we can hear it.
The salty night breeze through the screen and the crash of the ocean lulls us.
Joey eventually breaks the silence. “I’m glad we came. I’m already feeling relaxed.”
The chairs are close enough together that I’m able to reach over and hold his hand. I know he tries to downplay the stress from his job, and I’m glad to see he’s able to shake it off quickly for this trip.
I give his hand a squeeze and entwine my fingers with his. “Yeah, this is nice.”
He wants to go to bed before I do, but I join him, intending to read for a bit. I loaded up some new books on my e-reader for the trip, but I’m asleep within minutes of my head hitting the pillow.
We wake up later than we meant to, but the solid sleep felt pretty damn amazing and I’m refreshed and pumped for today.
Jessica lives in Oregon so I only see her a couple of times a year, but we talk or message each other almost daily.
I stayed in touch with her after we were out of school, but I haven’t seen or talked to Jeff or Shelly in years and I’m excited to see them again.
Jeff is a software engineer in California, and he’s bringing his husband with him, whom I’ve never met.
Shelly is an elementary school teacher and still lives in Washington, but since she’s across the state from me, we didn’t keep in contact like we should have.
She’s bringing her fiancé with her, and Jessica knows nothing about him other than that Shelly said he was wonderful.
It’s easy to let the years drift when everyone has busy lives.
Joey was in school for six years, and I worked full time while he was getting his B.S.
in Accounting and his Masters of Business Administration.
Then we moved across the state because he got the job offer with the CPA firm he still works for.
That first year was hectic while he was studying for the CPA exam and I was trying to get settled into a crappy job I hated.
We always intended for me to go back to school once he got established, but it never happened and now I’m content as Jessica’s assistant.
If we ever have a kid, I might consider school again when they’re older, or maybe not…
who knows. I’m mostly happy, and that’s all that really matters.
I’d been hoping for morning vacation sex, but since we got up late, we have to rush to get ready. We’re meeting Jessica and her hubby at the house they rented in an hour to help get ready before everyone shows up for lunch.
Joey makes us coffee while I claim the bathroom first. I’m impressed by the spacious tiled shower with a built-in bench.
The house might be small, but they didn’t skimp on some of the nicer vacation amenities.
Right when I finish rinsing the shampoo out of my long brown hair, the glass shower door slides open and Joey joins me.
My pussy perks up and my nipples pucker. Oooh, shower sex time?
I give him a seductive smile and wink. “Well, hello there.”
“If we shower together, it’ll save time.”
His voice has a dry tone, and I can’t tell if he’s joking or if he really thinks showering with me will save us time.
I press my wet body against his and slip my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss.
Our tongues dance and I give a soft, “Mmmm,” when I taste coffee.
Since I haven’t had caffeine yet, I want to gobble him all up.
I’m still soapy, and my hard nipples are sensitive as they glide across his hairy chest. Desire consumes me.
God, it’s been far too long since I’ve had his cock inside me, and I evaluate how long it will take me to come.
I’m turned on, but we probably really don’t have time for sex.
I’m not at the boiling point where he only has to slide inside me and I’ll explode.
So unless I want to be a needy mess with a pussy full of cum today, I shouldn’t press for more than what we’re doing already.
My resolve lasts until his erection bumps against me. Shit, I’m sure Jessica won’t mind if we’re late. Joey presses me against the wall of the shower and I run a hand down his chest and stomach until I reach his cock. He eases back a little to give more room between us, and I stroke him slowly.
He groans, and his voice is thick with lust. “I wish we had more time.”
As he nibbles on my neck, I pout. “We could be late.”
I gasp when he pinches one of my nipples. “Miri, behave. Jessica and Lucas are expecting us. Do you want to tell them you were a greedy slut who couldn’t wait until later?”
Oh, fuck. I love it when he calls me a slut and I’ve hinted he could call me filthier things, but he never does.
Jessica would understand if I told her we were late because I was getting railed in the shower.
But I don’t know her husband that well and it would make the conversation awkward if he was around.
I sigh, “No, I suppose not.”
He steps away from me, and I hog the water for a quick rinse.
I tease, “Since you refuse to fuck me, I need coffee,” and blow him a kiss as I get out of the shower.
I towel off and I head into the bedroom.
While picking out my favorite pair of jeans and a red silk blouse to wear tonight, I can hear Joey clearly when he starts singing a made-up song about a woman who bangs a bunch of guys in her neighborhood.
Giggling, I’m lighthearted as I get dressed; looks like the goofball in him didn’t totally disappear.