"Yeah, guess you haven’t been able to shake me yet," Mark remarked as Donna pulled off the shawl she had been wearing over her bikini and slipped into the water beside him. He smiled at her and she wound her arms around his neck, gazing adoringly into his eyes. They were still on me. I decided it might be fun to come over and join then, just figure out the details of how this thing worked.
I sat down on the edge of the pool, hitched up my skirt a little, and dangled my legs underneath the water. It was cool in the bright sunshine around us, and I leaned back and let the rays caress my body. I had been inside so much lately, spending all my time in bed with my delicious lesbian lover, that I had almost forgotten what it was like to be out in the real world like this.
"Come on, Cindy, you have to tell us what you were up to," Donna urged playfully. "You were away all weekend! I didn’t even realize you had any friends out here."
I glanced over to Mark. His dark eyes were on mine, curious, searching. I flicked my tongue over my lips and decided there was more than a slim chance he might get something out of this. I liked the way I felt with his eyes on me, and I didn’t want to give that up, not quite yet. Who knew that I adored being the center of attention this much?
"I was staying with a girl, actually," I told Donna, turning my attention back to her and pretending like I hadn’t noticed the way her boyfriend was looking at me. "I met her at that bar."
"The bar that I took you to?" she asked enthusiastically. "I didn’t realize you had been back without me."
"You can’t expect me to just sit at home and wait for you to come around," I teased lightly.
She giggled. "I suppose not. This girl, you were friends with her or something?”
"Uh, no," I replied, grinning. "We were … we were a little more than friends, actually."
It took a moment to register on Donna’s face what I had just told her, but as soon as it did, her jaw dropped.
"You were ...”
"Yeah, we were," I replied.
Mark raised his eyebrows. He looked impressed.
"I didn’t realize you were gay," Donna remarked, cocking her head at me.
I shook my head again. "No, I’m not gay," I replied. "I’m bisexual."
It still felt a little odd to think of myself in those terms, but it was the truth. When I thought about everything I had done with Cara, it sent shivers down my spine. I knew I would have done it all again given the chance, and that she wouldn’t be the only woman I would get with in that way over the course of my life. I already wanted more; the thought of it tantalizing and tempting all at once.
"Oh, wow, okay," Donna replied, clearly taken aback by what I was telling her. I didn’t care. I wanted her to know. She was the one who had started me on this deliciously sinful journey, she should know what she had unleashed within me. Besides, this was still the woman who’d fucked a grown-ass married man who happened to be wedded to my mother. She had no business getting morally superior on me because I’d chosen to hook up with a woman.
"Yeah, it was really fun," I replied, noticing that Mark hadn’t said a word.
He was conspicuously quiet like he didn’t want to give himself away. I knew he was holding something back. I glanced beneath the water and was sure I could see a stirring through his shorts.
"I stayed there for a few days because there was some stuff she wanted to show me," I continued, casually, as though I hardly noticed how much this was getting him off. "She would have had me stay longer, but I knew I had to move on."
"What kind of stuff was she showing you?" Donna asked.
I could see a flush to her cheeks. Was she getting off on this? I grinned and shrugged.
"Oh, you know, she had a lot of sex toys that she wanted to share with me," I told her. "Dildos, vibrators … I used them on her, mostly. I liked being the one in charge."
I saw Mark’s hand creeping up Donna’s thigh. They probably thought I couldn’t see it under the water, but I could. I decided to keep going and to keep a close eye on that hand to see where it ended up.
"She was submissive," I explained. "Or she could be. Once she showed me what she liked she would do anything I told her."
"Like what?" Donna asked, a little breathless. She was really turned on by this.
I paused for a moment, letting her linger in anticipation before I continued.
"Like, I got her to suck on a dildo for me," I replied, casually, as though I had done this kind of thing a million times over. "And then I fucked her with it until she came."
Mark’s hand slipped beneath Donna’s bikini bottoms. They must have known I could see them. They clearly just didn’t give a damn.
"What else did you do?” Donna pressed, clearly curious to know every single little detail of what I had done. And why shouldn’t I deliver for her? She had already shown me a side of her I had never been sure I wanted to see. Why shouldn’t I indulge it?
"Well, she went down on me the first morning I woke up there," I continued. "And, you know, I’ve never had a girl go down on me before, but it was … it was seriously amazing."
I watched as his fingers moved against her. She was grinding back against them, her lips slightly parted as she waited for me to go on.
"I didn’t think I would ever be into something like that, but when I woke up next to her, it was just … right."
"So, you didn’t do it the first night you met?”
"Oh, no," I replied, waving a hand as though the very notion was ridiculous. "We were too busy with the guy that first night."
"There was a guy?”
"That’s how we met," I replied. "We were both hitting on the same guy at the bar and … well, I guess we weren’t willing to pass him up."
"So … at the same time?” Donna asked.
I nodded. How did she like that? She probably thought she was the wild one, but I could bet she had never done anything like that.
"Yeah, of course, we did," I replied, as though it was obvious. "Then she took me home afterward. I didn’t intend for it to go that way, but I suppose once you’ve had a man, you need some woman to make up for it."
I let them fill in the rest of it for themselves. Mark’s fingers were moving beneath the water, so much so that the water around them had begun to ripple.
I was surprised to find it turned me on. I loved that, the way they were both looking at me like I was the keeper of secrets they were so keen to unlock. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, letting the light pressure against my pussy arouse me. They were no longer trying to hide their act from me. Maybe they were enjoying the fact I was distinctly aware of what was going on.
But I was exhausted by everything that had happened over the weekend. I needed to get some rest. Not to mention, they should be left wanting more--it was so much more delicious that way.
I lifted to my feet, water dripped down my legs and pooled around me. "I should be going in and catch some rest," I told them both, stretching casually, as though I hadn’t noticed what they were doing. "It’s been a busy weekend."
"No, you can stay if you want," Donna said.