Breathing Space

They charged into their room, finally, and still he had not yet come. To Megyn, he growled, "Lay down near the edge of the bed."

She obeyed, spreading her knees wide while he took his wife's chin. In a surreal moment, he stroked her cheek with his other hand, and leaned in to kiss her softly. "You okay?" he murmured.

"Better believe it," Carissa said hoarsely. He reached down and palmed her ass and she moaned against his neck. He spun her, none too kindly, and pushed her towards the bed and her friend waiting for her.

Megyn propped herself up on her elbows, taking a deep breath before Carissa dropped her lips to her pussy. Victor guided his wife so she had one knee on the bed, leaving her ass up high. He sank into her pussy with a pleased grunt, going immediately for a hard, swift pace that left Carissa arching her back and lifting her lips from Megyn for the briefest of moments while she enjoyed the sensations.

Then she consumed her friend.

There was no way to be subtle, not with Victor taking her so hard. But a charge already crackled between them and subtlety wasn't needed. Megyn brought a hand down to her clit, stroking her button with three fingers. Carissa tried to help where she could but it was really the looks between the pair that turned them both on. Megyn's had turned almost shy while Carissa bore a dancing lightness. Megyn pleaded with her friend silently, telling her how much she needed this to be something more, and Carissa burned with the knowledge that she could never again settle for just being friends with this gorgeous sexual creature in front of her.

Victor yanked out of Carissa, and Megyn thought for sure he was going to come across her back. Instead, he patted Carissa's ass and guided her onto her back. To Megyn, he said, "Come here. Kneel over her face."

"Ooh, you have the best ideas," Megyn said, and did just that, crawling over Carissa and placing her knees on either side of Carissa's head.

Carissa reached up and pulled her best friend down onto her waiting lips. "Yum," she murmured, and began to eat Megyn out again.

Victor leaned forward and gripped Megyn by the back of the head. He kissed her as his cock brushed his wife's mound. With his free hand, reached down and adjusted himself until he was at her entrance and slid back in. Megyn didn't want him to pull away, and moaned when he did.

She surprised him by taking the initiative and dropping her head down to lick and play with Carissa's clit. The sight of her hair spilling down over the connection of his skin to his wife's was inexplicably hot, and he wished he had his camera. Later, if they were up for it. Still four or five nights left on vacation, and then...

And then. The thought almost made Victor stop. And then. He didn't want this to end. It was more than the sex. More than Megyn being his wife's best friend. He hadn't just been falling for Megyn that day, but over years of friendly talks, of hunting down garage sales, of going to scary movies with her and her boyfriends because Carissa hated being frightened. It was more than stolen French fries from his platter, more than coming home to find her and Carissa sprawled out on the couch together watching reality TV.

It was something that he only felt with one other woman, the same one licking and slurping so noisily and enthusiastically on Megyn's cunt. Maybe it wasn't love. Not yet. But that conduit was there, that open need in him to have her as part of her life. It had only taken him one date with Carissa to feel this way, one terrible date when he thought he fucked everything up, and now... now he felt it again with another woman.

Carissa shuddered beneath him, her arms stretching out, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Coming again, he thought, and without hesitation, he slid two fingers under Megyn's throat against her collarbone and nudged her up. She got the idea and rose up, grinning.

"Like that?" she asked.

He didn't answer. He gripped the back of her head and kissed her again. Not hungry this time, not forceful, but with querying need and a searching of her eyes. If Carissa didn't feel the same way about Megyn, this would never happen again between them. She was first in Victor's life, always. But he wanted to see if Megyn felt it too in that moment. Maybe it was vanity, maybe he was drunk off the lust in the room, but he thought he saw a flash of something. Wonder. Hope.

Megyn leaned back, but she never took her eyes off him as she rocked on Carissa's face. She smiled a slow, timid smile, cupping her breasts as though she were offering them up to him. He smiled back, grniding his hips into his wife the way she loved after a good orgasm. His need was almost too much to keep going by that point, but with Megyn latching onto his soul like that, he barely noticed the time slip by.

She rocked, not hard, but with more and more enthusiasm. Whole conversations played out between them without a word ever being spoken. Victor reached out and took her shoulder. That was it. Just gripped her in a need to connect. She looked down at his hand, her smile growing wider, then back up at him.

"It's never been this good," Megyn whispered to both of them.

"Not for us either," Victor said, the words slipping out without thought. If Carissa didn't agree-

"Agreed," Carissa moaned.

Well... that was that, then.

Megyn rocked, and whimpered, and her hands rose along her chest, her neck, her chin. She sucked two fingers into her mouth, her other hand going behind her head, rising in the air. She came with a soft whimper, not much left in the tank after the intense orgasm out in the hallway, and Victor leaned in again to kiss her, feeling her pleased shivering through her lips.

In the end, the women rested together on the bed, Victor on his knees between their legs. They held each other's hands, and when he came across their bellies, Carissa turned her head and smiled at Megyn.

"I think I'm a fan of Nude Day now," she said, and Megan giggled.

* * *

Carissa woke to something delightfully warm and soft in her arms and her man sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on a tee shirt. She nudged him with her toes, and he looked over his shoulder, grinning.

"Cuddle her a while longer. I'm going to get a workout." But there was a storm in his eyes, a quiet one, a confused look she'd seen only a handful of times. "Baby, I love you."

"I love you too," Carissa murmured. "Nothing will ever change that."

This time, his grin was free of clouds. "Oh, that I know. You're stuck with me for life." He turned and gripped her ankle. She always slept with one poking out of the blankets to keep her cool. "Come find me later and we'll do breakfast."

"Okay."

She watched him tug on a light camp shirt over his tee and slip out of the room. Megyn, on her side facing Carissa, opened one eye. "I'm not, like, coming between you two or anything, am I?"

"No," Carissa said, and kissed her friend's forehead. She snuggled in tighter.

"Okay," Megyn breathed, and wrapped a hand around Carissa's waist. "Beautiful..."

While Megyn drifted again, Carissa took in her friend and listened to seagulls crying to one another and the wash of the ocean. What they'd done the previous night, it had been both fantastically intense and strangely intimate at the end. The way Victor looked at both of them when they finished, it made Carissa hope he felt the same way she did, that maybe Megyn wasn't just a bit of vacation fun. Maybe that was pushing the boundaries of their relationship, but still, she knew what she wanted, and she began to hope that maybe it was what Victor wanted too.

Twenty minutes on, and Megyn was snoring softly. Carissa finally slipped free and showered. Sore in all the best possible ways, and tonight, she wanted Victor to take her ass in front of her friend. That would be something. By the time this vacation was finished, she might need to be loaded on the plane in a gurney. The thought made her chuckle, and she shut off the water.

Megyn was just pushing herself up onto her elbows and yawning when Carissa stepped out. "Oh hey. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up. Again."

"No, no, don't be. I don't want to sleep all day." Megyn smiled up at her tentatively, and Carissa leaned down to give her a thorough, warm kiss. Megyn didn't let her go far, stroking her cheek as she stared up into her best friend's eyes. "I wasn't sure how you two would feel after last night."

"Oh, I'm in love." Megyn laughed self-consciously, but Carissa shook her head. "Nope. I mean it. In love. Big L, big O, big V, big E. Babe, if you want to go back to just being friends, I'd let you go. But it would break my heart."

"Good. I... I've been falling for you for a while now. And Victor." Megyn drew in a shaky breath. "I guess... I want to ask... do you think he feels the same way?"

"I don't know, but given the way he was looking at you last night, I think he's a little head over heels too."

Megyn nodded. "I'm going to go back to my room and change. Breakfast in, like, twenty minutes?"

"Sounds great." Carissa kissed her again before pulling away and getting dressed. Megyn borrowed a robe, grabbed up her clothes, and followed her out into the hallway. Again they kissed at her door, and when Carissa came back just seconds later and knocked, they kissed again. Only the ringing of Megyn's phone kept them from turning it into something hotter and heavier again.

Megyn pushed away, laughing. "Go. Breakfast, then I'm eating you again."

"Mm mm mm."

Carissa left her, smiling to herself as she sought out Victor. He was just coming out of the gym, toweling himself off. They headed down to the outdoor restaurant and grabbed a couple glasses of ice water and an ever-present platter of fruit. The entire time, they said little to one another, both of them trying to figure out how to best lay out what was in their hearts.

Finally, it was Victor who spoke first. "Baby, about last night..."

"It got crazy, I know."

"But crazy in a good way, right? I had a great time."

"An amazing time," Carissa said. "Like... the best time."

"Agreed." Victor reached out for her hand. "I'm going to say something, something I want. But it's big, and I don't want you to think that you're not the most meaningful person in my life-"

"You're falling for her too," Carissa blurted.

"Yes," Victor said. "Yes. So damn much."

"We're keeping her, right?"

"I mean, she's not a pet."

Carissa nodded sagely. "True. But we're keeping her."

"Yes," he said, laughing. "I suppose we are. Are we going to give her a choice?"

"No. What, are you crazy?"

"I think that's her in the elevator now."

Carissa turned. Indeed, it was Megyn. She came off the elevator and out into the sunshine like a freight train, going right for the couple.

"That son of a bitch!" she bellowed.

About five couples around them looked in their direction. Carissa hopped off her chair. "What is it?"

"That phone call? It was the hotel manager trying to put me through with a freaking detective. A detective. That noodle-dick dumbshit, that, that, that gaping, farty asshole, that teeny-balled... ruuuuurgh!" Megyn stamped the ground, reached out, and grabbed her friend's water. She drank it all in one go, wiped her lips, and shouted, "That stupid jerk burned my house down!"

"Brad... what?" Carissa asked.

"Yeaaaaahuuuuuup. He says it's an accident, but sure, it just happens when I'm on vacation. I'm going to murder him, then I'm going to go to his funeral, and then I'm going to fill his casket with rabid badgers. F-U-C-K Brad. Fuck him end to end with a pair of jackhammers."

"Holy shit," Victor breathed.

"I told the detective I'm not coming home. Not until I'm done with vacation. They can fly down here and drag me back, but until then, I'm drinking margaritas and daiquiris until I can't remember my name. My house, my car, my stuffed animals. My dad gave me Blinker when I was three. Three! And I lose it to a dork who couldn't find the clit if I marked it with a big red X! What am I going to do? I don't know except get drunk and make out with you two for, like, six days!"

Victor and Carissa looked at each other. Victor grinned. Carissa grinned. Megyn eyed them both, her hose wrinkling, and Victor laid a hand on her shoulder. "I know what you're going to do. And you don't have a choice."

"It is what's going to happen," Carissa agreed.

"What?" Megyn asked, looking between them.

"You're coming to live with us," Victor said.

"Make out with us for just six days?" Carissa asked. "Really? Try... oh... thousands and thousands of days."

"See, we're kinda falling in love with you," Victor said.

"In... love with..." Megyn started to repeat him, then had to find a chair with her hand and sit down.

"Told you he was fond of you too," Carissa said. "So yes, we're going to have some drinks, we're going to toast poor old Blinker, and then we're going to take a trip to see the town or relax on the beach or do whatever but not think about things for a while."

"The house, douchemobile Brad, moving in with us, it can all wait," Victor said, taking Megyn's hand and squeezing it. "Because we're on vacation."