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Sweet Dreams Are Made of These - 8
by Innuendo (keepsake411@yahoo.com)
***
Over six months have passed since Jahn met Jenifer and
Fiona Reed, falling into an unconventional and spicy
relationship that he wants more than anything else to
keep. A little vacation time together is always a
pleasure, but Jahn has to make a decision that will
determine whether this relationship will hold together
in the long run. (FFM, fan, rom)
***
Chapter: August "The Sun and the Moon"
Life is as full of treasured moments as it is of
hardship, though the challenges and obstacles that
must be overcome can seem insurmountable, weighing so
heavily that it seems even Atlas must be crushed under
its mass. When those special gifts keep coming, it is
easy to be desensitized or to focus on them to the
expense of missing greater opportunities. And if you
do see them, what then? Will you set your eyes on the
prize to reach for something that might just be a
mirage? You can choose one over the other, or simply
pretend the choice never existed and be on your merry
way. Each decision carries a price. For every gain,
there is a sacrifice. Making the choice is a leap of
faith.
As a premise for making a decision, it kinda sucked,
but these were the thoughts running through Jahn's
head as he stared past a sleeping Jen into the blue
sky beyond. At least the distant drone of engines, and
constant idle chatter by other passengers on the plane
disrupted his makeshift philosophy. He didn't want to
dwell on it too long; he'd already made his choice,
and all that was left was to take the final step.
A sharp elbow poked him in the ribs, interrupting his
train of thought yet again. "Hey, Jahn," Fiona
whispered.
"Hey Fiona," he whispered back, with a smile, turning
to look down into her lustrous brown eyes. "'Sup?"
"I was just thinking... ever heard of the Mile High
Club?"
Choking back laughter, he asked without thinking, "You
sure you can afford the membership fee?" The
brunette's mouth widened in an alluring smile that
told him she got the joke and wasn't going to hold it
against him. As well she might, the suggestion _was_
atypical of the slender brunette's personal mores. Sex
outside of the house had been a tentative thing, a
touch of risqué, but without any real risk of
exposure, allowing her to maintain a protective
reserve without embarrassment. Chance didn't favor
them doing that on the plane without notice, unless
they were careful. Stories and movies always made like
the sly exit to a restroom was an easily achieved
task, but there was such a sense of claustrophobia on
these planes that he didn't see how people could
really do that unnoticed.
That's not to say Jahn wasn't game for some hanky-
panky. After working out a code with his girlfriend,
he slipped out of his seat and past her into the
aisle, making his way to the restroom. As he settled
in to wait, he could tell this was not going to be
easy. It felt like his long legs took up the entire
cubicle, his back pinched uncomfortably by a lever. A
gentle and sporadic tapping came from the door, and
with a little nervousness, he unlatched it. Sigh of
relief, not one of the other passengers, but the
slender fingers of his girlfriend as she opened the
door and let herself in.
It was an... experience, one that inundated his brain
with visceral terms he didn't usually think of Fiona
in, and only slightly less rarely, Jenny. He supposed
he was idealizing his sexual experiences with the two
women, thinking of the experiences as something more
than they really were... simple acts of sexual
congress. But it felt vulgar to think of sex with
Fiona that way, to thrill at the sensation of the
brunette lowering her panties and then straddling him
in such an exposed restroom, lowering her already wet
pussy onto his newly freed and entirely erect cock.
She sat astride him, impaling herself on and riding
him, the walls of her pussy gripping his dick like a
vice due to her inability to relax. Bruising on his
hips and back in the morning, he was sure of that now,
and the tension of the situation didn't help to keep
the raw sensation of fucking from causing him to erupt
within her prematurely, his body shuddering as cock
twitched deep within her, expelling his semen. Rocking
up and down on him, it took her longer to achieve her
satisfaction, and when she did, she put a hand over
her mouth to stifle the cry of pleasure, cheeks
suddenly mahogany with the intensity of the moment..
When they'd finished, hastily redressing, their return
to the seats was quick and furtive, but they had
escaped notice, nothing more than his own guilty
pleasure causing him to think that perhaps the old man
back there was staring a little too long, or the kids
were pointing out the creepy couple to their parents.
As he scanned the passengers, a growl dripping with
mock threat came from the seat next to him.
"You better have _my_ membership card ready for the
return trip," Jen said, amusement dancing in her half
lidded blue eyes as he turned and caught her grinning
at their discomfort.
***
Touch down and arrival went unremarked, their search
for the Playana del Sol hotel relatively
uncomplicated, assisted by limitless droves of
tourist-hungry business people. Jen seemed to have an
instinct for direction that, coupled with a GPS and
that friendly advice, got them exactly where they
needed to be, with time for a few stops along the way
for sightseeing. The trio had spent a great deal of
time beforehand working out their schedule for the
places each of them wanted to go, and every extra
second was more time to enjoy the scenery,
opportunities that Jahn leapt at with his camera
camera. Six days and nights just didn't seem like
enough.
He'd come loaded for bear, ready to shoot anything
that moved. The sisters seemed willing to indulge his
constant need to stop-and-click, though they dragged
him on if he lingered too long. Ordered chaos, the
tour was, and so much so that the first two days were
exhausting enough to forestall any arguments on
sleeping arrangements. Simply _sleeping_ in the same
bed was easy enough, but the large, spacious rooms
weren't designed with privacy in mind, killing any
chance for either woman to get some alone time with
him.
Life with the pair was so sex-saturated that not
getting much of it on vacation didn't seem a huge
sacrifice, but he wasn't sure how they felt about it.
Let them work it out, he supposed. Unsurprisingly, it
was Jen who managed
that odd arrangement, alternating an hour of breakfast
time for the remainder of their week together. Where
there was a will, there was a way, and the blonde had
enough will for all three of them.
***
One of their side-trips had taken them to an insane
botanical garden that doubled as a theme park... and
man, those things were everywhere, even if you didn't
count the Big D. Jen had even talked them into
visiting a small water park for an afternoon; it had
been fun, but he'd felt a touch out of place, with
most of park goers being pre-college age. It was
flattering to the ego to be the dude with two
giggling, bikini-clad young women on his arms, but...
it made him feel old. Man, he was turning into a
boring twit, constantly thinking back to the special
packages he'd hidden away in the hotel safe. Live a
little, he told himself.
Not that he had any other choice. Jen kept them on
their toes, making sure that even the long walks while
sightseeing didn't turn dull. He should have realized
that she was setting them up for a sucker punch when
the blonde got sketchy about their destinations for
the next day. Oh yes, that had been a doozy.
As they pulled into the vast and rather crowded beach
parking lot, Jen hunched over the wheel, looking for
an open spot. Somewhat late in the day, most people
had already chosen spots up by the ocean's side.
Slightly off... he couldn't put his finger to it, but
Fiona put words to it first. "Jahn, was it you or
Jenny that chose this beach?"
"Jen did, why?" Snickering, very soft but audible,
came from the driver, and he looked askance at her.
"There are naked people here," realization dawning on
her, Fiona continued in scandalized tones, "Bitch!
This is a nude beach!"
"Ahem. 'Clothing-optional," her sister corrected her.
"There is absolutely no requirement for wimpy people
to go without suits."
In the rearview mirror, Jahn could see Fiona shooting
a glare of death at the back of her sister's head.
"Easy for you to say, Blondie McBigTits. Not all of us
have such _awesome_ self-esteem," she said, words
dripping sarcasm. "Or lack of modesty."
Rather rudely, Jen pointed at a morbidly obese man
some distance away. "He's got bigger tits than me.
Clearly, neither modesty nor self-esteem is required.
Wimp!" Laughing to herself, she pulled her t-shirt
over her head, shaking out her hair. "I also know for
fact that you don't have any tan lines. Ah-hem," she
said, coughing pointedly into a delicate fist.
"Privacy fences and tree cover," the brunette muttered
by way of explanation.
Curiously, Jahn asked. "We don't have an umbrella. Why
not the hotel pool? More shade, you're less likely to
burn."
"Nudity is not an option there. Besides...," Jen gave
a throaty, borderline obscene laugh and reached below
the seat, withdrawing a moment later to show off an
industrial-sized bottle of suntan lotion. Hadn't even
noticed that, but it explained why she hadn't had any
complaints over the last few days. "... guess who's
getting a rubdown?"
"Certainly can't argue with that," he said, smiling
and envisioning the task already.
"Glad you agree!" Jen piped cheerily as she got out of
the car to remove her bikini. Pointedly, she added,
"Of course, only _nude_ people are allowed to
participate in the rubdown. I would _so_ hate to have
to do it myself."
He eyed her as he got out of the car. "You are a
manipulative little wench, Jenny Reed."
"Yes, Jahn Halvers. I certainly am. What's it gonna
be?" she asked mockingly, as she picked up the cooler
and her carryall. "Going to show off 'Big Jahn' with
pride?" Wincing, he accepted the remark with the grace
he could muster. During an unasked for moment of
dominance, he'd rather egotistically (and foolishly)
told her to take it all, every last inch of his beast
, and she'd called him out on it afterward. Only
slightly longer than average according to her stats,
but he had far better than average girth, damn it. He
did have a big dick. Fuck the porn-star statistics.
Should have remembered that just because he was her
first and only, didn't mean she didn't have a stick to
measure by.
Grudgingly, he undressed and collected his belongings
for the trek to the water's edge. Turning, he saw
Fiona had already done the same, and was giving him a
baleful glare. "What are you staring at," his
girlfriend said flatly, more statement than question,
crossing her arms over those lovely nut-brown breasts
in a defensive posture. "I've got my own lotion in my
handbag."
He knew better than to respond to that. It was wisdom
that paid off in the end, because applying lotion to
the bare bodies of his girlfriends trumped everything
else they did that afternoon. Sun hot in the sky,
shining down on white sands and blue waves, giving his
girlfriends an erotic, if amateurish massage... the
day was ideal. He'd had to limit his exploration to
keep within those unspoken boundaries, but it was
worth it.
So many old songs haunt him, relics of an extensive
collection of cassette tapes given to him by his
brother, and one springs to mind as he runs his hand
over the contours of Jen's body, applying the lotion
evenly to prevent that amazingly fair skin from
burning.
//Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your
hand, we'll be falling in love, to the rhythm of a
steel drum band//
Never quite the exhibitionist, some of the pleasure of
exploring her shapely body, the rise of her breasts,
the curve of her bottom, and other delightful places,
is dulled by the attention of those onlookers that
haven't quite mastered beach etiquette. Still, this is
a memory that is going to last a lifetime, he thinks,
as he switches from the blonde to her sister in
applying the lotion to already browned skin.
Fiona finally loosened up, and even got a measure of
satisfaction when three different people, two men, one
woman, stopped by the group's blankets at random
intervals to chat up Jen. Not at all subtle in their
propositions, they sent the blonde into
uncharacteristic blushing fits. Not that she covered
up after.
***
"This trip was an awesome present," Jen enthused as
the trio ate dinner that evening. "I totally thought
Mom was fucking with us when you showed me those cheap
cardboard tickets with the fill-in dates."
"It's not like she could have got us the tickets
outright, with different work schedules and nothing
set in stone," Fiona pointed out reasonably. "Not
really surprising that she chose this gift either,
since her current gentleman's a travel agent, but
you're right... I've had a lovely time."
When they'd finished eating, they exchanged gifts,
Fiona and Jen giving each other some forgettable
electronic i-thingies that they'd both wanted. Jahn
had gone for a more personalized touch for them: both
of his gifts were delicate silver necklaces with a
hand-written cards. To Jen, he had given a sunburst
pendant with a stylized 'J' at the center of the
piece, the card reading
You are my sun, burning bright even in forests of day,
giver of life and light and happiness, uplifting my
heart whenever you are with me.
And to her sister, a waxing moon with a stylized 'F',
the card reading:
You are the moon in my dark night, a bright light
against shadows, giving me peace and serenity,
reminding me that I am never alone even when I am not
with you.
They'd loved the jewelry, though Jen had immediately
popped off with a cackling, "Going to get us tattoos
next?" He genuinely hoped the gifts didn't come off
_that_ way, because Fiona had given him a strange and
inscrutable look. Maybe she was picking up on what was
in store, perhaps he'd inadvertently dropped clues. It
was hard to sneak anything past her. Better that then
having her believe I'm some kind of possessive freak
marking my territory, he thought.
***
Glowing a fiery orange and casting the hotel's
scattered palms in shadow, the sun set on Playana del
Sol, and as well as their vacation in a state half a
nation away from home. It was to be their last evening
here, and if Jahn was totally wrong about what they
felt for him, perhaps the last night he would share
with them at all. Let it not be so, the thought echoed
in his mind, the odd turn of phrase calling itself to
mind from some dim and forgotten memory. No
butterflies in his stomach for this, only a low hum of
anticipation and some little fear.
Jen and Fiona had already seated themselves for dinner
when he arrived, tugging nervously at the nape of his
shirt. Seeming to turn as one, they smiled at him, Jen
saying something as Fiona gestured animatedly to the
food already laid out. Jahn felt his heart tighten in
his chest. Breathe, he thought. Just breathe.
Taking in the tropical scents with a deep release and
then intake of breath, he closed with them and took
his hands from his shirt, lowering them to his
pockets, and withdrawing the final gifts. Two sets of
eyes, one set sparkling blue, one set lustrous brown
followed the motion of his hands, and again, like one,
the two women seemed to freeze, their stellar orbit
stopped in time.
Breathe, he thought, and went down to one knee. A
practiced motion, he'd gone over the follow ups again
and again when he could find the time alone, because
of the awkwardness of presenting both gifts at once.
"I've been going over this question in my head for a
long time, and every time the answer is the same. I
have to make a choice, because to do anything less is
to lose you both without ever having tried. I love you
too much to do that."
"The way the world supposedly works, is that I have to
choose between you, one or the other, and I can't do
that. I love you both, neither any less than the
other, and to choose like that would feel like
demeaning you. It's all or nothing. You told me that
once, Jen."
The blonde unconsciously raised a knuckled hand to her
mouth, eyes almost impossibly wide as he opened the
small ring cases in his hands with a deft motion not
unlike juggling. Slipping index and middle finger over
the diamonds, he captured the gems with both hands,
allowing the cases to fall to the floor with matching
thuds, palming the rings. Kneeling before them, he
spoke to one, then the other.
"Jennifer, you have one of the most open and loving
hearts I've ever had the pleasure to witness in any
person. You are filled with unconditional love, and
just being with you fills me with joy and laughter. I
can think of no reason why I would not want to have
you by my side for the rest of my life."
Jen's throat worked, almost convulsively, as if she
were trying to speak, but she accepted the ring from
him mutely, cradling it in her hand. Reassuringly, as
much for himself as for her, Jahn smiled, then turned
his attention to Fiona, who watched with equal
silence, fingers lifting to brush a cheek, a strand of
her hair, anything to keep her hands occupied. Her
nervous tics, he knew, and rushed to address her as
well.
"Fiona, you are one of the most intelligent women I've
ever met. I can't help but feel intimidated by that
sometimes, but you have the grace, wisdom, and
compassion to know that what you possess inside is not
a weapon, but something beautiful. If only you
believed you were as beautiful outside as you are
within, but I would stay with you as long as it takes,
tell you every day until you finally believe it.
She accepted the ring from him in silence, looking
down at it with what must be stunned disbelief,
motioning one moment as if she meant to put it on, the
next, not quite following through. Anxiety swelling in
his heart, he continued.
"You two have something amazing. Sisters, and best
friends. For over twenty years of your life, you've
uplifted each other and helped each other past the
many obstacles this house has thrown your way. Whether
in helping your sister to overcome introversion to be
more self-confident and seek the friendship of
others," he said to Jen, "or to extend your skill in
teaching others to help your sister succeed in
school," he said to Fiona, "you've always been there
for each other, fighting together, if the situation
called for it. A small smile played on his lips as he
recalled stories of the numerous detentions the girls
had taken together for fighting in grade school. Jen
had been Fiona's stalwart defender, but Fiona had
always had Jen's back.
"I won't, could never be, the one to break that. It's
something precious."
"The gifts I gave you yesterday weren't just a token
of affection, they symbolize what I truly feel about
you – you are the sun and the moon to me, the light in
my sky, my night and day."
"For all the books I've read, it seems like I could
better express my feelings for you both, and go on for
hours about what wonderful women you are, and how
you've changed my life for the better. Being with you
has made me a better person. There are still shades of
the narcissistic introvert I used to be to overcome,
but with you, I know that I can do it."
"All I can say is that I love you and ask..."
"Jennifer Marie, Fiona Anne Reed, will you marry me?"
A leap of faith.
To be continued...
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a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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