Jamie Ch. 20

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The girls decided to sit in the backseat of my car and talk about wedding ideas. I wasn’t paying much attention to what was being said due to the heavy traffic on the way to the beach. I thought it was ridiculously heavy for a Saturday afternoon, but Jamie and Camille were dead-set on visiting the future venue of our wedding.

Jamie and Camille hadn’t bothered with wearing much other than their bikinis, only adorning tiny shorts to cover the bottoms for now. Jamie’s was a simple black number that complimented her perky, creamy breasts beautifully. Camille’s bluish-green top was similar, but a little more modest. I knew both had matching bottoms, but were covered by their shorts that barely covered their asses. It was torture watching them climb into the car as I carried a duffel over my shoulder containing our towels, a blanket and a change of clothes for each of us. I also lugged a medium sized cooler with sandwiches, snacks and some beverages; we’d stopped at the store on the way for some ice to keep everything cool.

I glanced back in the rearview mirror as the girls talked animatedly about the wedding; it was great to see them so close since they were two of my favorite people in the world. I thought back to this morning and the craziness that had happened. Part of me wondered what exactly in Jamie had changed and why; I had suspicions it had to do with the Jeff situation, but I wondered if this was a permanent change, or if this was her acting out because she wasn’t handling it well. She pretended to be over it and, when we weren’t doing anything sexual, acted like her old self, but I got the feeling she was hiding something. It didn’t change the way I felt about her, in fact, I was loving the results of it, but that made me feel guilty. If I wasn’t helping her deal with a situation that’d hurt her, what kind of fiancé did that make me? I knew it was selfish, but how could I fix something she wouldn’t talk to me about?

“Everything okay up there?” Jamie asked, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

I smiled at her. “Yep, just sick of the traffic,” I told her.

“Does this help?” she asked and I looked into the mirror to see her and Camille flashing me over their bikini tops.

I had to slam on my brakes to keep from hitting the car ahead of us at the stop light. The girls laughed, falling into each other as they did. They looked like teenage girls for a moment. I shook my head and chuckled.

“You almost got us killed, girls,” I accused them.

“It’s not our fault you’re easily distracted,” Camille chastised playfully.

I grinned and shook my head, returning my attention to the traffic around me. We were the second car from the crosswalk of a busy intersection in Newport Beach; I noticed a group of young girls walk by in swimsuits that barely covered their most private areas. God I loved California sometimes. Sure, I missed life in Colorado, but nothing beat California girls.

“I think he’s already forgetting about us,” Camille said and I looked back to see her mock pouty face.

Jamie had one that looked similar; shit I swear they could be sisters in another life sometimes.

“Well, then maybe we should do something to remind him of what he has,” Jamie suggested.

Looking back again, I watched as the girls slowly moved their heads together, looking from each other’s lips to making eye contact. Soon their lips touched softly, barely parting at first, but their continued kiss pressed their lips tighter together as their mouths opened wider to accept the other’s tongue. They began making out, rotating their heads back and forth. My attention was diverted from the loud horn of the large pickup truck behind us. The girls barely noticed, but I was forced to look back at the road and step on the gas to catch up with traffic.

Before we stopped at the next light, the girls smiled and then looked at me again in the mirror with mischievous grins. I shook my head at them but couldn’t wipe my own stupid grin off my face.

“You guys are bitches sometimes,” I scolded but they didn’t take me seriously. Instead they burst into laughter and then continued talking about the wedding, only stopping to kiss again from time to time. I loved watching them kiss; I think it was my favorite thing to see them do. Although, seeing them scissoring this morning was pretty fucking hot as well. And when they’d combined the two…holy shit did I cum hard fucking Meagan. Shit, that was another huge fantasy come true. I wondered just how many of my fantasies Jamie planned to make become reality; I hoped to be able to do the same for her as well, though. I just had to learn what those gebze escort fantasies were.

Finally we reached the beach. I found a parking spot and then Jamie went to buy the parking pass while I began to unload our stuff. Camille was bogged down with her camera equipment, so she couldn’t help. But, it wasn’t like we had a ton of stuff I couldn’t handle. I slung the duffel over my shoulders, slipped my arm through another small, duffel type bag that contained a folding chair for me (the girls said they planned on laying out on their towels to soak in the sun, so they assured me I’d only need one for myself), and then hefted the cooler, which weighed a bit more with the ice now, and carried out onto the sand. I followed Camille until she decided on a good spot. I stared at her ass the whole way; her tiny, black, cutoff shorts revealing the bottom of her butt cheeks that jiggled slightly with each step were a sight to see.

Jamie caught up with us, skipping past me in her own cutoff denim shorts that were even smaller than Camille’s. I was glad I had the duffel in front of me because I knew I’d be offending the general public around me with the tent I was pitching. It was going to be interesting once Camille picked a spot in the sand.

Finally the girls picked a spot on the beach, right at the top a small slope just a few feet above the section of wet sand. It wasn’t far from the water, but far enough that we would be safe from the tide when it came back in. I wasn’t much of a beach lover, but I knew Jamie was and Camille seemed to look forward to spending time with her, so they stripped off their cut off shorts, revealing their beautiful asses, and then they both looked at me over their shoulders flirtatiously. I grinned, shaking my head at them; they both laughed and then Jamie grabbed Camille’s hand and pulled her down towards the water.

At first both girls stayed back, playing chicken with the water coming up the shoreline; I watched them with a satisfied smile on my face. How did I get so lucky to have two beautiful women like them in my life? Camille, yeah, she’s been my cousin for over twenty-two years, and Jamie and I have been friends for about fifteen, but to have such an intimate relationship with both of them was beyond lucky. I considered myself blessed.

I laughed as Camille, as clumsy as she is, fall and pull Jamie into the water with her. Both girls let out screams from the cold but continued to laugh hysterically. I looked around the beach and saw a guy a few feet away look over and nod at me and then at the girls. I nodded and he grinned and then mouthed the word, “nice” to me. I gave him another head-flip in appreciation.

Returning my attention to the girls, I saw Jamie holding Camille under the water in a playful way. That was when I’d decided I’d had enough and wanted to join in the fun. I took off my glasses, wishing I could see better, and then pulled my shirt over my head, dropped the shorts I wore over my board shorts and then sprinted towards them. I slowed myself enough so that I wouldn’t hurt Jamie as I tackled her into the oncoming wave. She screamed loudly as our bodies made contact and she realized what I was doing. We were completely submerged in the water, tumbling through the small wave together before I planted my feet into the wet sand below the surface and then stood up with her still in my arms.

Jamie grabbed onto my arms, screaming again as water dripped off of her slick body and her wet hair matted to her face. I spun her in a circle and then let her go into slightly deeper water. I was then attacked by Camille as she jumped at me; I allowed her momentum tackle me into the water where she tried to hold me under. But, knowing how ticklish she was, I began to tickle the backs of her knees and she collapsed, screaming and laughing from my tickle torture.

We played in the water for a few more minutes before I realized I hadn’t put any sunscreen on and would begin to fry any moment. The girls had the same realization, so we trudged back up to the towels and blanket laid out and dried off as much as possible. Camille pulled out her sunscreen and applied some to the front of her body and I watched dumbly as she did. She winked at me a couple times, catching me staring, but I didn’t care if she caught me. I mean, we’d already fucked a couple times, what would it matter if I watched her apply sunscreen to her beautiful body. I looked over at Jamie who was also watching Camille while applying her own sunscreen to her body.

Jamie moved slowly, spreading the lotion evenly to wherever she could reach, paying extra care to her breasts. When she saw me watching her, she smiled and then filled her palm with more lotion, applying a second layer to her perfect chest.

“Sweetie,” Camille said, grabbing my attention. “Can you do my back?” she asked, sitting in front of me as I sat in my chair.

“Of course,” I agreed and took the lotion from her. I squeezed a glop into gümüşhane escort my hand about the size of four quarters stacked up and then spread it evenly over my palms. Then I applied the white cream to her shoulders and down her back, slipping my hand under the straps of her bikini for maximum coverage; I didn’t want this body to burn so we couldn’t fuck again that night. I massaged the lotion into her back slowly and sensually. She leaned back into my working hands, enjoying the massage I was ministering to her soft skin. I heard a few groans escape her mouth.

“Your hands are amazing,” she complimented me seductively.

“Why, thank you, cousin,” I said and then kissed the back of her neck before rubbing some lotion into it.

When I finished, Jamie sat next to Camille and handed her her lotion. Camille gladly took it and began to work some into Jamie’s back. Jamie looked at me and then jerked her head to tell me to sit in front of her. As I got up from my chair, she took the bottle of sunscreen and squeezed some into her hand to apply it to my back. Her hands felt amazingly smooth as they worked the lotion into my skin. I closed my eyes which seemed to enhance the sensation of her long fingers working their way up and down my back, and even down into the waistband of my board shorts. When she was finished, she kissed the back of my neck like I did to Camille and then patted me gently on the shoulder. I looked back to see her smiling face and then she mouthed, “I love you,” to me. Somehow the silence of it made it feel more special, like she was telling me a secret that nobody else would ever know. I leaned back into her with my head still twisted back and kissed her, holding our lips together for a few seconds.

I whispered, “I love you, too,” to her and then kissed her one more time. With a smile she slapped my chest with the bottle of sunscreen and then dropped it into my lap so I could apply it to the rest of my body. As I did that, the girls walked back down to the water, hand-in-hand with their fingers interlocked. As I sat in the chair to cover myself with a protective layer of lotion to protect me from burning like crazy, the guy who had nodded to me earlier walked over.

“Dude, you are one lucky guy,” he said, kneeling down next to me as he watched the girls through his dark sunglasses. He wore a simple, multi-colored tank top and board shorts similar to mine, just white rather than black, and a visor on his head. He seemed like he lived at the beach with how deep his tan was.

“Thanks, bro,” I said, returning my attention to the girls.

“How’d you manage to pull off something like that?” he asked, clearly impressed.

“Something like what?” I asked.

“A three-way relationship!” he laughed. “How’d you find two girls, who not only both like cock and pussy, but like each other as much as they like you?”

“I’ve known them both for a long time,” I told them. “The one in the black is my fiancée, we’ve been friends for, like, fifteen years.”

“Nice. How long have you two been together?” he asked, getting comfortable in the sand.

“Almost two months.”

“And you’re already engaged?” he asked, completely blown away.

I nodded and shrugged. “When you know, you know. Having a friendship for so long kinda speeds up the dating process.”

“Fair enough. What about the other one?”

How was I supposed to answer that? I couldn’t come right out and say she was my cousin; I didn’t know this guy and I had no idea how he’d react.

“We’ve been close a long time. We don’t really have a three-way relationship. She’s just in town visiting for the weekend.”

He seemed to accept my answer as a sufficient explanation with the way he nodded, still staring at the girls.

“Well, bro, I just had to congratulate you and share just how jealous I am,” he chuckled, extending his hand towards me. I grasped it and we both squeezed firmly before sliding our palms together and then bumping our fists.

“Thanks, man,” I said and then he walked away.

I sat in the chair, soaking up the sun for a while, but when I began to sweat, I decided to rejoin the girls. This time I left my glasses on so I could see. I didn’t plan on submerging myself into the water again, and I knew after our playful session earlier, the girls weren’t interested in any horseplay. When I reached the cool water, Camille stepped up and kissed me deeply on the lips.

“I missed you,” she said.

“I missed you, too,” I told her. “That’s why I came down here.”

“So, what’d that cute guy want?” Jamie asked, stepping up to kiss me like Camille had.

“Oh, he just wanted to congratulate me and ask how I managed to land two beautiful girls like you,” I told them.

Jamie giggled and shook her head. “Boys; all they think about is sex, right, Camille?”

“To be fair, we’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, too,” she defended me and my kind.

Jamie nodded. “True. izmir escort God, I wish there weren’t so many people here,” she said. “Seeing you both dressed the way you are…” she trailed off, letting us fill in the rest of her thought.

I can’t say I didn’t agree with her. I would have loved to take them both right then and there, but it was definitely too crowded and, with a lifeguard on duty, definitely a law-breaking risk none of us seemed to want to risk at the moment. Or, so I thought. Despite the people around, Jamie came up closer to me with a seductive look in her eye. We were deep enough in the water that I had no plans to stop her from whatever she was planning.

She started simple with a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her lips on mine, her tongue dancing with my own, her body pressed tightly against me as I held her close around the waist; the waves rolling in pushed her hips against mine rhythmically. Who needed to fuck when the ocean practically did it for you? Next she lightly dragged her nails down my back and then roughly grabbed my ass, pulling me harder against her. My cock stiffened pretty quickly with that move, rising up and beginning to poke her covered pussy. She pulled her face away from mine, thrusting her hips forward with an audible gasp.

“See? I’m not the only one ready to go,” she said and then looked over at Camille who was just watching us with her mouth open slightly. She looked up and her eyes met Jamie’s. Jamie reached out for her and took Camille’s hand. Guiding her towards us, Jamie pulled Camille in close, kissing her lightly on the lips. She then reached up and turned Camille’s face towards mine. Camille leaned in, taking my face in her hands. Her shoulders scrunched up as she pulled my face closer to hers. When our lips met, it was like kissing her for the first time all over again. Electricity ran through my body, making my dick more rigid than it’d been a moment before. Jamie gasped again as my cock pressed into her sex.

Jamie slipped a hand into the back of my shorts and began scratching and then massaging my left cheek. I reached around Camille, who continued to kiss me deeply, and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her in close. Her legs separated and then wrapped around both me and Jamie as far as she could, most of her wrapping around me more than Jamie. Her knee bent around my waist, now held in place by Jamie’s arm as Jamie continued to caress, scratch and squeeze my ass. Jamie began to pull us deeper into the water, so our actions were less obvious to any onlookers. The waves were less powerful in the spot she chose as well.

Noticing that the water was up to Jamie’s armpits and somewhere between my pectorals and shoulders, I slipped my hand into the back of Camille’s bikini bottoms and squeezed her soft ass. Her reaction was to grind her pussy into my hip. Camille’s mouth then left mine as I saw Jamie pulling her in for another kiss; this time deeper and more passionate. With my right hand on Camille’s ass, I moved my left down Jamie’s back and grabbed onto her ass from inside her bikini bottoms as well. I was amazed at how similarly soft and perfect their asses felt; it was like grabbing both cheeks of the same ass.

Jamie began to mimic Camille’s movements by grinding her pussy against my hard cock through our clothing. Suddenly we heard a loud voice through a bullhorn. We stopped and looked at the lifeguard tower. He pointed at us and then jerked his thumb back to tell us to get out of the water. I didn’t think that was the best idea with the state I was in, but we reluctantly broke apart anyway and the girls began to head into the shore. I grabbed Jamie’s hand, though, and stopped her. I was sure the lifeguard just didn’t like the fact we were about to get a threesome on right there in the water. She grinned, knowing what my problem was and then moved closer, though not as close as she was before.

The lifeguard blew his whistle and we looked; he jerked his thumb again. I shook my head but told Jamie to go ahead. I stared the lifeguard down but he just glared right back at me from his stupid tower. I wasn’t about to get out of the water with a raging hard-on; especially now that the entire beach was watching me.

Jamie was now out of the water, walking up to our area where Camille was finishing drying off. Jamie picked up her towel and then Camille began to pack up our stuff. I was sure she was embarrassed by what had just happened and wanted to get out of there. I looked back at the lifeguard and he was now walking towards me but I wasn’t about to move. Seeing the girls drying off their sexy bodies, and even pulling up their cutoff shorts wasn’t helping reduce my erection. The dumbass lifeguard entered the water and continued straight towards me.

I looked around to see what the reactions of the general public were, but was surprised to see no one else in the water. This was curious, but I had no idea why they wouldn’t be in the water. It’s not like if the girls had caused me to climax that my cum would find its way to them. I looked past the lifeguard and saw that Jamie and Camille were now staring at me with terrified looks on their faces. My heart began to race and I started to look around.

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