aversion, sweet Laurie. None at all," said Denny, giving her a strangely sexless, almost brotherly hug, "You're gorgeous and delicious." He flashed his friend a broad, wicked wink, "As my
compadre
here can no doubt now attest."
"Yum!" Ed licked his lips in a slow, lascivious swipe, then unfolded himself from his knees, gave Laurie's thigh a gentle squeeze, and resumed his place in the planter's chair.
Still hazed, she glanced from one to the other. They looked smug, and very pleased with themselves, but she couldn't find it in her to be in the least bit annoyed by that. Yes, they were a pair of sexual pirates, if not usually, well at least on this holiday. They'd selected her as a likely playmate for their threesome games, possibly even targeted her as a lone and needy woman. But still her gut feeling was that there was nothing fundamental venal about either man. They were pleasure lovers, and pleasure givers, out for fun, but still basically caring and decent.
They were what they were. They weren't hiding anything. Their honesty was refreshing, and a relief after what had happened recently.
The shade of Jim drifted into her mind, but seemed insubstantial. It was as if she'd only imagined him, while Ed and Denny were real, oh so real.
Yes, real men, both with erections.
"So what now?" She sat up, her momentary exhaustion fading, only to be replaced a new energy, and astonishingly, fresh desire.
Here she was with the two most gorgeous hunks on the island, and the night was beautiful and young.
"Let's go for a walk on the beach," said Denny, "I fancy making love beneath the stars."
ACT THREE
It wasn't what Laurie had expected, but somehow, ten minutes later, as they strolled along the strand together, it was right. It was better than right. It was perfect... and also scary and daring.
"What if someone sees up?"
The question had to be asked, and Laurie, as the newcomer in this trio, knew she was the one who had to ask it.
"Oh tish pooh," said Denny airily, "everybody's holed up in their cabanas at night shagging, and even if they aren't, nobody's going to complain, are they?" He waggled his sandy eyebrows at them both, and Laurie and Ed exchanged despairing looks. It was already strangely easy to do that. She'd never before felt that she fitted in, so quickly and so easily.
"This is a lovers' resort," he went on, "and we're just fulfilling the remit. Sex on the beach is almost compulsory, I'd say."
They'd already covered quite a bit of ground along the pale, moonlit beach, even though they were just ambling along in their loose group of three. Barefoot, and with their feet dusted with the fine white sand, they trudged in a line abreast. Ed wore just in his jeans and his chest gleamed in dramatic light. Under his arm he carried a rolled up beach blanket. Denny was still fully dressed apart from his shoes and socks, and was toting a plastic drinking bottle filled with rum, lime cordial and ice cubes, in case they should need a little "refreshment". With nothing to carry herself, Laurie had restored order to her dress, but abandoned her bra and knickers back at the cabana. They didn't really seem necessary any more.
"If you say so," she answered, meeting Denny's eye.
"I do say so." His grin was broad and puckish, irresistible. "And even if we do get slung off the island, all we have to do is hop on a plane, hole up at our London place, and shag each others' brains out there instead."
"Do you have other places too?" She hadn't pegged being a professor of volcanology as a lucrative employment, but clearly it was.
"Oh, Denny has places all over the place," Ed chipped in, reaching around to give his lover a playful thump on the shoulder, "His family is rolling in it. Titles up the wazoo." As Laurie turned around, walking backwards for a step or two, to watch their by-play, Denny gave Ed a mock threatening glare. "His real name is the Honorable Edmund St. John Denbeigh James, don't you know."
"So you're a
compadre
here can no doubt now attest."
"Yum!" Ed licked his lips in a slow, lascivious swipe, then unfolded himself from his knees, gave Laurie's thigh a gentle squeeze, and resumed his place in the planter's chair.
Still hazed, she glanced from one to the other. They looked smug, and very pleased with themselves, but she couldn't find it in her to be in the least bit annoyed by that. Yes, they were a pair of sexual pirates, if not usually, well at least on this holiday. They'd selected her as a likely playmate for their threesome games, possibly even targeted her as a lone and needy woman. But still her gut feeling was that there was nothing fundamental venal about either man. They were pleasure lovers, and pleasure givers, out for fun, but still basically caring and decent.
They were what they were. They weren't hiding anything. Their honesty was refreshing, and a relief after what had happened recently.
The shade of Jim drifted into her mind, but seemed insubstantial. It was as if she'd only imagined him, while Ed and Denny were real, oh so real.
Yes, real men, both with erections.
"So what now?" She sat up, her momentary exhaustion fading, only to be replaced a new energy, and astonishingly, fresh desire.
Here she was with the two most gorgeous hunks on the island, and the night was beautiful and young.
"Let's go for a walk on the beach," said Denny, "I fancy making love beneath the stars."
ACT THREE
It wasn't what Laurie had expected, but somehow, ten minutes later, as they strolled along the strand together, it was right. It was better than right. It was perfect... and also scary and daring.
"What if someone sees up?"
The question had to be asked, and Laurie, as the newcomer in this trio, knew she was the one who had to ask it.
"Oh tish pooh," said Denny airily, "everybody's holed up in their cabanas at night shagging, and even if they aren't, nobody's going to complain, are they?" He waggled his sandy eyebrows at them both, and Laurie and Ed exchanged despairing looks. It was already strangely easy to do that. She'd never before felt that she fitted in, so quickly and so easily.
"This is a lovers' resort," he went on, "and we're just fulfilling the remit. Sex on the beach is almost compulsory, I'd say."
They'd already covered quite a bit of ground along the pale, moonlit beach, even though they were just ambling along in their loose group of three. Barefoot, and with their feet dusted with the fine white sand, they trudged in a line abreast. Ed wore just in his jeans and his chest gleamed in dramatic light. Under his arm he carried a rolled up beach blanket. Denny was still fully dressed apart from his shoes and socks, and was toting a plastic drinking bottle filled with rum, lime cordial and ice cubes, in case they should need a little "refreshment". With nothing to carry herself, Laurie had restored order to her dress, but abandoned her bra and knickers back at the cabana. They didn't really seem necessary any more.
"If you say so," she answered, meeting Denny's eye.
"I do say so." His grin was broad and puckish, irresistible. "And even if we do get slung off the island, all we have to do is hop on a plane, hole up at our London place, and shag each others' brains out there instead."
"Do you have other places too?" She hadn't pegged being a professor of volcanology as a lucrative employment, but clearly it was.
"Oh, Denny has places all over the place," Ed chipped in, reaching around to give his lover a playful thump on the shoulder, "His family is rolling in it. Titles up the wazoo." As Laurie turned around, walking backwards for a step or two, to watch their by-play, Denny gave Ed a mock threatening glare. "His real name is the Honorable Edmund St. John Denbeigh James, don't you know."
"So you're a
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