Two cars, one a new orange 4Runner, the other a white Nissan, pulled up in front of the lake house late in the afternoon. The road followed the southern bank of Sequoia Lake, stands of pine trees breaking only where a driveway sloped down to one of the many two-story houses lined up along the shore.

The occupants of the cars were about to begin a spring break that all nine of them would call, with varying degrees of seriousness, cursed.

The doors of the 4Runner opened. Ash Campbell and Natalie Cho stepped out of the back. They reached for each other reflexively, as though they couldn't stand not to be in contact with one another for more than a few moments.

Ash was tall and thin, and a combination of his chunky glasses and smooth-cheeked good looks that caused the older generation to call him Buddy Holly. His coffee-colored hair was short on the sides and back, with wild curls flopping around on the top. It might have been the glasses, or the Creature from the Black Lagoon t-shirt, or the skinny jeans, or the Converse All-Stars, but he looked like he should be playing bass in a grindcore band or directing a monster movie.

Natalie was of middling height, with the lean build of a collegiate soccer player. Her features were a mix of European and Asian, with almond-shaped eyes do dark that the irises seemed darker than the pupils. Her hair, in a kicky pixie cut, would have been lighter than Ash's, but she had dyed it an eye-catching teal. Her skin was a smooth bronze with a single beauty mark on her right cheek. She was beautiful in a way that tended to make first-time viewers completely unable to remember what they were saying or doing. She was dressed in a Bride of Frankenstein shirt and shorts that barely covered her ass.

The other doors opened, and seven more people got out, four men and three women, all college-aged. Three of the men and one of the women were Ash's age, in their senior year, while the rest were younger.

"Let's go," Natalie said. "I want to pick our room."

"Yeah, yeah," said Elliott Plummer. He was a bit shorter than Ash, with pale, freckled skin, sandy hair and keen brown eyes. His clothes and the new car said money. He'd been driving the 4Runner, and his girlfriend, Melissa Rios, was right next to him. Melissa was short, barely over five feet, and soft and curvy, her black hair in a cute bob.

Elliott fished the keys out of the pocket. "Okay, Melissa and me get the master bedroom on the bottom floor. Everything else is up for grabs."

"Nah, fuck that," Marcel Bowman said. "Dave doesn't have a girlfriend. If there's something in there with a twin bed, that's his." Marcel was over six feet and two hundred pounds, with deep brown skin. He kept his black hair and beard short and in a single manicured piece. He wore a sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts.

"Hey! This is spring break," protested Dave Kim. "Everybody here is looking to get nasty, and who's gonna be there? You with your girlfriends? Or a single dude ready to party?"

Dave sounded like a typical California surfer to the point that people who had only heard him were always shocked for find he was Korean American. He was about Ash's height and thanks to the fact that he was a surfer, had an athletic build. While he was a nice enough guy, his "Mustache Rides" shirt--not to mention the accompanying dirt 'stache--wasn't doing him any favors.

Melissa and Nat burst out laughing. Ash shook his head. "That was really sad, dude."

Elliott unlocked the door. Natalie and Marcel were the first through, the two best athletes outrunning the collection of film students and undecideds. The other two soccer players, Taylor Hellwig and Moriah Richardson, hung back. Mo because she trusted her boyfriend Marcel to find a good spot and Taylor because she was never less than poised.

Ash was content to let Natalie pick the room. On the way up, she had made him a solemn promise that she'd score them the best room in the place.

"Ash!" Natalie's voice called from upstairs. "Come see our room!"

The house had a beachy vibe in the colors, all whites, blues, and yellows. The far wall, facing the lake, was almost entirely window, looking out onto the patio, which led down to a short dock. Ash went up the carpeted stairs, past anodyne pictures of nature, and found Natalie by the north side of the house. She'd picked one of the two rooms pressed up against the balcony running along the second floor looking out over Sequoia Lake.

"Good choice?" she asked and laughed as Ash tackled her onto the bed, peppering her face with kisses. She had never been with anyone like him. Every time he touched her, every time he looked at her, it was like the first time. There was a sense of wonder, as though he were living through an incredible dream.

"Jesus, already? You two are like rabbits." Elliott stood in the doorway.

Ash rolled off Natalie and she did her best to look innocent. "What?" Ash asked.

"Get your shit out of the car. I'm gonna get the grill going. Melissa and Taylor are getting their suits on to go swimming."

"Ooo! That sounds fun," Natalie said.

We retrieved our bags from the car and returned to the room. Natalie stripped out of her clothes, loving the way Ash couldn't help himself. He came up behind her, his fingers running over the tops of her thighs and over her hips while his mouth going her neck.

"Later," she said. "I want to go swimming, and when we fuck tonight, I want you taking your time."

"Good call," he said.

She turned, caressing his cock through his pants. It was an impressive cock, she thought. Long, but not overly so, with a solid girth and heft. She loved the feel of it, the way it fit inside her like it had been made for that purpose. She sighed, kissing him once on the mouth before retrieving her bikini. It was teal, matching her hair. She pulled it on, hiding her bare sex and brownish pink nipples.

Ash sighed, staring at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen up close. Natalie twirled in the mirror, looking at herself in the string bikini that barely hid an inch of her soccer-toned body. His eyes went to the iliac points of her pelvis, gently poking at the ties. He already saw himself sliding the bottoms off of her, ready to eat her until she screamed. Her scent hung in the air, a slight spice curled its fingers around his synapses.

Ash took off his shoes and socks and changed into a pair of shorts before heading outside. The guys were friends from his frosh year. Elliott, Marcel, and Hunter had all been on his hall, and Dave had found them later. They were kind of the inseparable odd group that could only be assembled by the vagaries of a residence assignment.

Natalie, Melissa, and Taylor were in the water. Melissa was small and curvy, with a lot of long black hair and pretty olive skin. Ash thought of her as cute rather than hot. Taylor and Melissa were both on the soccer team. Taylor was the only senior among the women, with Mo the junior, and Natalie and Melissa the sophomores. Taylor was a blonde bombshell, looking like a supermodel who had taken up soccer. Mo was an amazon, beautiful and powerful, her skin a shade lighter than Marcel's, her hair in long braids.

The guys were all in shorts, and Hunter and Dave hadn't bothered with shorts. Hunter Bogdanovich was a good match for Taylor, looking like the combination of a surfer and a youth pastor. He had tousled blond hair and stubble that was always threatening to, but never quite turning into a beard.

"Cannonball!" Dave Kim shouted, sailing off the dock and into the water to the screams of the girls.

Elliott poked at the dogs on the grill. "I'm gonna pick up some onions and bacon from the store," he said mostly to himself.

"Ash, you want a beer?" Marcel called. Ash nodded and caught the can. Elliott had paid for everything else, no big deal for a guy with his family's money. The rest of them had insisted on buying the beer, but the problem was, they could only afford the cheap stuff in bulk. Cracking the beer and watching the late afternoon sun over the lake, and Ash didn't regret it for a second, even if the beer did taste like fizzy water.

Natalie pulled herself from the water, and Ash was treated to one of his favorite sights of rivulets of water pouring from her. She wrapped herself in a towel, and joined Ash on a beach chair. The group ate hot dogs and chips and drank beer. Dave leaned on the railing, peering out over the lake.

"What are you doing?" Elliott asked.

"First day of spring break. People are showing up. Gotta scope the talent. You know, for dibs."

Marcel laughed, shaking his head. "I don't know if this is gonna be funny or sad."

"There's a German word that means both," Ash said.

Natalie nodded sagely. "Funnad."

"People are next door," Dave said eagerly, cavorting around the deck, trying to see through the windows.

"Will you cut that out?" Elliott said. "You look like a creep."

"Can't see anybody," Dave complained.

Lights were going on in the other house. Ash and Natalie didn't see anyone else either, but the two of them were already focused on each other, on the electrical charge they got when their skin touched.

The sun went down and Natalie went inside, putting on a big t-shirt over her bikini before cuddling onto the beach chair with Ash. His arms went around her, and Natalie nestled against his chest. He absently ran his fingers lightly up and down her arm from her wrist to her knuckles.

The others went in two at a time. Ash and Nat lingered outside, toying with one another's hands. "You hear that?" Natalie asked.

"What?"

She smirked. "Mo is getting absolutely plowed."

Ash cocked his head and he began to hear an insistent pounding, a steadily increasing volume of Ohs. "I think we can beat that," he decided.

"Oh god Hunter!" came the ostentatious screaming from an upstairs window. "Oh god fuck!"

"I can't compete with that," Natalie said. "I don't think Tay actually even cums. You can't scream that coherently if you are."

"So you're more in the Melissa camp," Ash teased. "She's like a mouse."

"You want me to cum louder? Gotta earn it, cowboy."

"Saddle up."

Natalie giggled, getting up and taking Ash by the hand. They passed Marcel and Moriah's room, where the rhythmic thumping rattled the pictures on the walls. Then past the master bedroom where Elliott and Melissa were utterly quiet. Like fucking in church, Ash thought and was about to voice that thought when they ran into Dave on the living room couch.

"Whoa!" Dave said, frantically trying wrestle his erection into his shorts.

Natalie shielded her eyes. "Aw, man."

"Dude. Can't you do that in your room?" Ash said.

"I thought you guys were in yours!"

"Ugh," Natalie said, rushing upstairs.

"If you fucked this up for me I'll kill you," Ash said, following Natalie up the stairs.

"Hey, can you try to make her loud?" Dave called after him.

Ash and Nat passed Hunter and Taylor's room, Taylor still praying to the Great God Fuck. In both Ash and Natalie's minds, they imagined Taylor in loving detail, her lithe athletic body on all fours getting pounded by a far less defined image of Hunter. As ridiculous as Taylor's cries were, they were doing the job. Ash felt his cock hardening. Natalie's pussy was already soaking, but in truth her arousal had been brewing since the ride up when she kept looking over to see the bulge of Ash's cock in his jeans. She had been savoring.

It was ironic. She'd come to college with nothing on her mind but getting a girlfriend, and here she was, fantasizing about stuffing her mouth with cock.

They went through the bedroom door, and Ash spun her around, kicking the door shut, his mouth on hers. She pulled her shirt over her head as he dropped to his knees, rolling the bottoms of her bikini down her legs. Natalie's pussy was fascinating to Ash. So private to look at, her outer labia closed in a simple slit, but she got wetter than anyone he had ever been with. Her bikini bottoms were soaking, the spicy musk of her fragrant in the air. A line of fluid came from between her lips and fell down one sculpted thigh. He caught it with his tongue, running it up her muscle, relishing the feel of her heartbeat, then to her mound.

Natalie felt the passage of his tongue like a lit fuse, right to the pop of a firecracker as he found her slit. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she found herself thrusting her hips into his face. She needed this. "No," she murmured.

"No?" Ash instantly stopped, confusion on his face, his mouth filmy with her juices. The light reflected off his glasses, and she couldn't see his eyes.

She grinned. "I want to be outside. On the balcony."

"Oh," he broke into a smile. "I thought you meant no no."

"The day I don't want you to eat my pussy is the day of my funeral."

"Okay good, because that would probably be awkward for your family."

She giggled, pulling him outside onto the expansive second-story deck. In the very next room, Hunter was banging Taylor. If they stepped out, they'd get an eyeful. Natalie had been admiring Taylor for a year and a half, trying not to stare in the locker room. Natalie wasn't the only player on the team with sapphic leanings, and Taylor had to be used to some ogling, but staring was bad form.

Taylor Hellwig had that kind of blonde beach goddess look, nearly six feet tall with a perpetual tan and a body hard and soft in all the right places. Thinking of her now, nude, her face contorted in pleasure through her body, her breasts jiggling with each thrust, was enough to make Nat want to hop onto a fence post.

Natalie lay back on one of the chairs, spreading her shapely legs. Ash took off his glasses, setting them on the table next to them. She almost laughed, but his tongue found her slit and the sound turned into a happy gasp. He'd kept the specs on a few times, and they'd always ended up covered in her juices. She liked the gesture; it made his cunnilingus so serious. Ash took such things with the gravity they deserved. One of his best qualities was that he was content to eat her for as long as she liked.

Ash kissed the top of her mound, now pebbled with gooseflesh. He was in the beginning of his attack, when he would tease, finding every place on her, while studiously avoiding what she called her spark spots. He would bring her to madness before he found those. By the end, she would feel like he had turned her inside-out with his mouth.

She stroked his head, already writhing under his touch. The sky was filled with stars, the only artificial lights from the windows of the houses along the shore. Natalie turned her head to the right, toward the windows where Dave had been peering. Movement flickered behind one of the windows.

The soft penetration of his tongue opened her like a flower, running from the base of her to her button. She sucked in air, a sweet moan escaping her lips. Her left hand was on his head, her right came up to toy with her nipples, now hard in the night air. She felt powerful, surrounded by nature, her boyfriend on his knees existing only for her pleasure.

A shadow darkened a window to the right. It pulled her attention away from the wonderful churning between her legs. A silhouette stood in an upper floor window. Impossible to think the person there was doing anything other than watching.

The silhouette was a shadow, gently backlit by a faint glow. Maybe a TV on in the other room. Natalie probed the shadow. It was hard to gauge height, but she didn't think the shape was that tall, maybe shorter than her own 5 foot 7. The shape implied long hair, and though long hair and relatively short didn't mean woman, it was a decent indicator.

Natalie smiled. A woman, much better. She listened to Taylor's increasingly animalistic grunts, and luxuriated in Ash's work on her. The only thing that would make it better would be a woman's soft lips on her breasts, a counterpoint to Ash's more aggressive devouring of her.

The smile spread now. Both for the wonderful things her boyfriend was doing between her legs and the idea that percolated in her overheated mind. A show. Whoever was watching deserved a show. Natalie gyrated her hips, exaggerating her movements just a little for the sake of the watcher. She threw her head back and uttered a throaty moan. She felt the fruits of her movement immediately as Ash slid a finger inside her, hooking it and beckoning. Come here the gesture said, and she intended to. A perfect spark spot at the perfect time.

Ash felt Natalie's body tensing. He knew her tells, knew when she was ready to cum. He wanted it to be this way for her first of the night. Natalie's pussy was delectable. He didn't have the most experience in the world, but he had yet to find anyone who could compare to the work of art at the apex of her thighs. The beauty of her sex was not confined merely to the visual.

The scent of her arousal, a scent that brought to mind a full spice rack, a taste that was rich and savory, a hint of sweetness, a touch of bitter. The smoothness of her, the way he could fit her mound into his mouth. He treasured her hard little button, and the way she gasped when he brushed it. The insistence of her fist curled in his hair.

He was painfully hard, straining against his pants. He already felt the orgasm brewing inside of him. He would hold it off as long as he could and try not to burst the instant he as inside her. The thought of fucking her gripped him, and he attacked, driving his tongue deep, now holding her buttocks with his hands. One pinkie rested near her anus, and the thought of that nearly caused him to fill his pants with cum.

Natalie felt that pinkie. Ash had been hinting around his interest there. She'd never done it before, but she had already decided she would let him. She wanted him to want it more first. Until he couldn't control himself. That her body had the power to do that...

The orgasm hit. Her eyes went wide. She squealed Ash's name, her back going ramrod straight. The pleasure flowed through her burning from her sex to her head, then down her limbs, and back again. He never stopped.

"Oh, fuck," she managed as a second flow slammed through her.

Ash was sitting up now, fumbling with his pants. Natalie's chest heaved, the night air kissing where sweat had sprung up over her flesh. The person in the window was still there. Ash's lips were on hers, and Natalie's tongue entered his mouth of its own accord. She loved the taste of herself. Nothing was better than that taste on a partner's lips.

He parted, about to take his shirt off. "No," she said. "Leave your clothes on." She always liked the sensation of being nude and her partner not. And this way, she would be the focus of the watcher's attentions.

He nodded. "I need you, Nat."

She got up, going to the railing facing the other house. A momentarily calculation. He wouldn't see the shape in the window without his glasses. "Here," she said. She took the railing in her hands, sticking her ass out to him.

Ash knelt. A wet spot on the chair's cushion marked where Nat had been sitting. Now she was standing, glorious in the moonlight. He stared at her ass, presented to him, and right below, the soaking folds of her sex. He stood, clutching his pants. His hard cock, slicked with his own fluids, stood proudly from him, dying for Natalie.

"How close are you?" she asked.

"I'm almost there."

"Fuck me hard, okay?"

"Planning to."

"Good," she said, sighing happily. Her attention went back to the silhouette. The shape was moving subtly around the shoulders, something happening in the darkness in front. Natalie stood up straight for only a moment, stretching her lithe body, showing her soft gold flesh sheathed in sweat, her slit shiny with spit and juice, a line of it running down one leg, then returned to her position, presenting to her boyfriend.

Ash came up behind her, stroking up one thigh, then landing on her ass. He gave her a smack and she moaned, the spike of pain a delicious bit of spice to her overall arousal. She felt like she was on a cloud, the first orgasm a relief, but now she was ready for more.

Ash gripped her, hard. She moaned again, putting her head down. She felt him then, the head of his cock brushing the lips of her pussy.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fu--" The word vanished in a happy grunt as he thrust into her.

She was abruptly full, his silky length buried within her. Ash's body lit up, the walls of Nat's sex gripping him. His resistance was gone. The lake house carried an undeniable sexual charge and he had been on a live wire since they arrived. Eating her pussy had only primed him.

Natalie held onto the railing as Ash hammered into her. She could feel he wouldn't last long. Neither would she for that matter. She was still riding the earlier orgasm, and this threatened to pull her over the edge a third time. She pushed back into him, corkscrewing her hips as he fucked.

Ash held onto his pleasure with a death grip. As he continued to thrust deeply into Natalie's writhing body, he had built something unstoppable. It piled up behind his cock, ready to spill into Nat's beautiful body. He threw his strength against it, even as it built and built.

She looked up into the window. The silhouette stepped closer. Natalie now saw her. A cute, freckled face, long waves of coppery hair, a soft physique with heavy breasts. She was cute, even beautiful, and looked to be around Natalie's age. One of her hands was stuffed down the front of her panties, working against her sex. The other cupped a breast, caressing one hard nipple.

Nat's eyes met the other woman's, and she watched those eyes widen in recognition of the eye contact. Pleasure sparked in them, thrummed Natalie's own sex, and she felt herself spasming with ecstatic pleasure as her boyfriend continued to rail her.

Ash fucked deeply into the woman he loved more than reason. He felt her go stiff, cumming quickly. He let go of his hold, cursing as it tore its way out of him. His body clenched in an amazing grip as he lost himself deep inside Natalie.

He sighed, falling over Nat, his arms on either side of her, holding onto the rail. She reached back with one hand, clutching him. Their breathing was heavy as they caught their senses again. His cock softened, and they both felt the tiny twinge of sadness at the end of their contact.

"Fuck," Nat said dreamily. She watched the pretty redhead next door step back into the shadows and be gone.

"I know," Ash sighed.

"I love you, babe."

"I love you more."

She gently moved, and he was out of her. She turned and hugged him. She loved the feel of him in his clothes, and she entirely nude. "You want to go inside?"

"Yeah. We owe it to ourselves to at least try the bed."

Ash and Natalie came downstairs after ten the next morning. Marcel and Moriah were eating Lucky Charms in the kitchen while Elliott, Melissa, and Dave were outside on the deck.

"Morning," Marcel said.

"What's up for today?" Nat asked as Marcel handed over the box of cereal. Ash retrieved bowls and spoons and soon the two of them were digging into their own breakfast.

"Elliott was gonna see about renting a boat. Dave's gonna go looking for a party. Pretty much one or the other."

"Which one are you doing?" Ash said.

"I'm going out on the boat. Full day on the lake? Sounds like heaven to me."

"That does sound good," Ash said.

Natalie nudged him. "Party."

"You sure?"

She nodded, thinking of the girl next door. "Yep."

"Guess we're going with Dave." Ash shuddered. "Felt weird to say."

Marcel chuckled. "You have a good time then."

Hunter and Taylor came out of their room an hour later, after Natalie and I had showered and dressed. They both had a bad case of bedhead, and Hunter's stubble was even more beardlike than usual. They opted for the party crawl.

The boat group left shortly, taking a cooler of cheap beer and sandwich makings. The party crawl group waited until afternoon.

"Everybody keep their eyes open. I like blondes, Black girls with big boobs, and half-Asian half-white chicks," Dave said, as the group of five of them left the house.

"Okay, that describes Taylor, Mo, and Natalie," Ash pointed out.

"Right. I also like Latinas."

"And that's Melissa," Nat said.

"Hey," Taylor said. "Maybe you should try, like, meeting a woman? Talking to her? Not reducing her to hair color and ethnicity?"

"You're right, Tay. Any kind of hot woman. I will judge her not by the color of her skin but by the contents of her bra," Dave forged ahead, the other couple falling into step behind him.

"That felt sacrilegious," Hunter remarked.

"Unless we want him beating off in the living room again, we have to find him someone," Ash said.

"Ugh, you're right," Natalie said. "Fine. We'll get Dave laid maybe."

They passed the house where the watcher had been. It was quiet, no reason to go in. It was five houses before they found a party. Dave was already dancing when he made it through the door.

The lake shore came alive. As the sun set, lights went on. Every house was doing something as the decks came alive with spring breakers. Ash and Nat made their way up and down the lake, leaving their friends behind. Ash could sense Natalie was on a mission, but he couldn't figure what. He couldn't imagine she was that invested in Dave getting some.

"Hey, Nat? What's going on?"

Natalie looked around the party they were in. The music was remixes of stuff from the '80s, and as far as Ash was concerned, this was the place to stick around. Natalie had the mien of someone who wanted to be anywhere else.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Promise you won't be mad?"

"That's one of the most ominous ways to start a story."

She grinned. Color rose in her cheeks, and Ash realized that he couldn't be mad at her. Not if she was going to be adorable. "Okay, last night, someone was watching us."

"When?"

"When do you think?"

"Define someone."

"A cute redhead. She was watching us and rubbing one out."

"Why would I be mad about that? The way you said it, I assumed it was going to be like Jason Voorhees."

"Jason's from New Jersey," she said mildly. "I didn't tell you at the time and I probably should have."

"Is that why you were doing your whole moon goddess routine?"

"I thought I was--wait, moon goddess routine?"

Ash did an exaggerated stretch, his arms over his head, his back arched, and ass sticking out, letting out a theatrical moan.

"I did not do that," Nat said, smacking his arm.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close. "Yes, you did because you know you're gorgeous. You know it drives me nuts."

She felt her face growing hot. A churning in her belly drove her. "God, when you look at me like that..." She looked around. "There's probably a bathroom in here."

"You need to pee?"

"I need to blow you."

"We need to find a bathroom."

Nat pulled Ash into the kitchen where the biggest knot of people had gathered. Sliding glass doors stood open out onto the deck. She stopped suddenly, and Ash ran into her back. His cock, pinned against the front of his pants, touched her lower back and sent a spark through him.

"Nat?" he asked.

"She's here!"

"Okay, but about the bathroom..."

"I can blow you whenever, now come on."

Ash caught a glimpse of long coppery hair hanging in loose waves. Closer, and he saw that she was a couple inches shorter than Natalie, her curves softer, breasts heavier, ass bigger. She wore cut offs that reached the tops of her thighs and a tank top, with a loose flannel over the top. When she turned, he saw a cute freckled face with a small, upturned nose and wide green eyes. She only faced them for a second, before turning back around.

"Her? She was watching us?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure." She kept pulling, out onto the deck where the cool mountain air warred with the body heat of the revelers. They would be within conversation range in a few steps.

"Wait, 'pretty sure'? How sure is pretty sure?"

"Just be cool. Don't start overthinking. Don't fuck this up for me."

"Fuck what?" Ash managed before Natalie closed the distance.

"Hey," Nat said, touching the other woman on the shoulder. The redhead turned and her eyes went wide with recognition. "Do I know you?"

The redhead swallowed. "I don't think so?"

"Natalie," Nat said, setting her hand on the other woman's arm. "This is my boyfriend Ash."

"Heather." The redhead waved, shivering at the light contact.

"Sorry, yeah. It's nice to meet you. I guess I thought you were someone else. Take it easy." Natalie turned to go and Ash stared at her in confusion.

"Wait," Heather said, reaching out for Nat's arm. "I don't know anybody here. You want to hang out?"

"Yeah! Let's get a drink." Nat caught Ash's eye and gave him a wink. He had to laugh, falling in love with her all over again. Just as fluidly, she turned and caught Heather's extended hand, taking it as naturally as could be.

"You're incredible," he murmured into Natalie's ear.

"I know." She brushed a kiss over his cheek. They found a keg, and there was drinking. Natalie found any excuse she could to touch Heather. Either a freckled hand, her shoulder underneath the overshirt, even one bare knee. Ash kept his contact reserved to Natalie, not wanting to make Heather uncomfortable. He found himself looking, from the expansive cleavage exposed by her white tank, to the soft thighs disappearing into the frayed denim, to her lovely round ass.

Then came the dancing. Ash was rapidly losing himself to the night. Part of it was the booze, always keeping a beer in hand. Part was the dancing. He had foolishly worn long pants and a light jacket against the cold lake air. Now he was overheated, covered in a sheen of sweat. Part of it was the arousal. Since Nat's comment he had been painfully hard, and now he was dancing with his goddess of a girlfriend and Heather, who only grew more alluring as the night went on. He could not get out of his head that Heather had watched him fuck Natalie, and every kiss of her skin on his, every flip of her coppery hair, every whiff of her sweat, made him remember that anew.

Natalie watched her boyfriend get steadily more intoxicated. He wasn't drunk--well, he wasn't just drunk--it was the entire night getting into his bloodstream. She liked him best when he got out of himself just a little bit, when he stopped listening to the little voice in the back of his head always telling him No.

She wrapped her arms around Heather. She loved the way the other woman was soft. She was so used to the other athletes, and the last woman she'd been with had been a soccer player like her. Heather's pillowy body was more sensual, immediately making her think of tender things. She wanted to touch every part of the other woman.

Nat knew that closing this deal was up to her. She leaned over to Heather, and felt the other woman leaning in, unsure of Nat was trying to talk over the Madonna remix blaring on the sound system or going for a kiss. "Hey, I'm getting tired. Thinking about calling it a night."

"Oh," Heather said, disappointed. Then she reached out and grabbed Nat's arm. "How about a break? Drink some water? Rally?"

"Sure," Natalie said, smiling. "Why don't you come back to our place? I have to get some water into the dancing king there or he's gonna wake up with the worst hangover. We're a couple doors down."

Heather's chest heaved with a deep breath. "Yeah, sounds good."

"Come on, handsome," Nat said, taking Ash's elbow.

"I'm a material girl," Ash said with mock seriousness.

Heather came around the other side to hold him. He wasn't stumbling badly, but Nat didn't mind. He tended to have that effect on women. He snuck up on them. One moment, he was cute. The next, a physical need for him. When Ash looked at someone, it was like she was the only person in the universe. She knew from experience that he could do this in the midst of a threesome. If that wasn't a superpower, nothing was.

They walked out into the night. The line of houses thudded with bass. The windows contained glimpses of drinking, of dancing, of barely dressed college students. The air was thick with it.

Natalie was relieved to see their place was dark. She didn't want to explain that she was trying to get a threesome going. She let them in. "Ash, show Heather up to the balcony. I'm gonna get us something to drink."

Ash offered his elbow to Heather and the two of them went upstairs. He found himself obsessing over her soft curves. The denim of her shorts cupped a full ass he wanted to see. Even the slight stippling of cellulite on her upper thighs was alluring. He wondered where he would find her freckles.

"Where are you from, Heather?"

"Maine."

"All I know about Maine is Stephen King."

"We have lobster too."

"What are you doing all the way on the other side of the country?"

"My friends," she said. "They picked."

Ash led her through his and Nat's room, then out the door onto the wooden deck. The music from a half dozen house parties danced over the glassy surface of the lake. A few boats tooled about in the water. Heather took a seat on the same cushion Nat had cum all over the previous night. Ash wondered if that was intentional. He wondered if Heather could smell Natalie's pussy wafting up from her seat. He took another chair and watched a boat coming closer to the dock.

Natalie emerged out onto the deck with a pair of drinks and a water bottle. "You're cut off," she said to Ash, settling on a chair opposite him and handing him the water. Heather was in between them.

The boat drew closer. Natalie went to her room and shut the light off, plunging the area of the balcony into darkness. "I think that's Elliott and them," she said.

Heather fell silent, as though she knew what was on Natalie's mind. The boat pulled up at the dock and the group got out. Elliott staggered in, Marcel holding him up. Melissa was doing her best to do the same for Moriah, but size didn't work out there.

"Hey, man. I want you to know I love you, man. I didn't think I'd like football players, but you're awesome, dude."

Marcel chuckled. "Thanks, buddy. You gotta sleep this off."

They passed by and then Moriah was talking. "I'm sorry, I feel like a dumbass."

"It's totally fine."

"I thought it was over the side."

"I know, honey. We're getting you to bed."

The sounds of their drunk rambling got muddy as they went inside. "Why are we being quiet?" Heather asked.

"Did you want our drunk friends coming up here?"

"Not really."

"You want a repeat performance."

Heather's eyes went wide. "What?"

"Last night, you watched us fuck."

Heather swallowed. She turned to look at Ash, and he was staring keenly at her. The beer had only the most ephemeral hold on him. He stared at Heather, wondering what she'd seen. What had been in front of her when she came.

Finally, she nodded. "I looked out the window and I saw you sitting in the chair. You were naked. I thought you were just...I don't know, being naked outside. But then I saw Ash eating you out. It felt like hours."

Natalie preened. "There's a reason he's my boyfriend."

"Then you went over to the railing and," she shivered.

"Did you like seeing me?" Natalie asked.

"A lot."

"You've been with girls before."

Heather nodded. "Yeah."

"Guys?"

A shy glance at Ash. "Yeah."

The door opened and Marcel and Melissa came out onto the patio, both of them laughing. "I've never seen Elliott that drunk," Melissa was saying.

"I've never seen anybody that drunk," Marcel said.

"Now they can sleep it off."

"Yeah," Marcel sighed. "Guess Dave and Nat and all them are still out partying."

"Yep. We're all alone."

"Thanks for helping out. With Mo, I mean."

"Any time."

Below, glimpsed between the planks, Melissa and Marcel hugged. Then they were kissing, a barrier crossed in a moment that neither Ash nor Nat had seen. They had completely frozen, unable to process what was happening. Below, their voices were muffled. "My bed's full," Marcel said between kisses.

"So's mine."

"Dave's?"

"Yeah. Before I think too hard about this."

They vanished inside. Ash looked to Natalie. "Holy shit."

"Yeah. That's...I can't deal with that right now. Come on." She got up. Heather took her hand and the three of them went into the bedroom.

"I gotta hit the head," Ash said, leaving the two of them in the room alone.

"Was that what I thought it was?" Heather asked, nodding to the deck.

"Yep. A whole lot of cheating happening downstairs. Probably going to have to tell Elliott and Mo, but I don't want to think about that right now."

"What do you want to think about?"

"When Ash gets back, I want you to get on your knees and suck his dick."

"What?"

"I want to watch you blow my boyfriend." Natalie closed the distance with the other woman, her hands going to Heather's soft waist. "Is that something you want to do?" Nat's tongue flicked Heather's lip, parted them. It had been too long since she'd been with a woman. Knowing that was one thing, but feeling Heather's soft lips on hers, the gentleness of her tongue, even the softness of her back, and the feel of her full breasts pressed against Natalie, was exquisite.

"Okay," Heather breathed.

The door opened, and Ash paused, momentarily stunned by the sight of the two women embracing, their faces centimeters apart. Natalie put a kiss on Heather's lip and stepped away. Heather turned around as Ash shut the door.

"Hey," he said, his hands finding her waist. He loved the softness of her, wanted to appreciate her pillowy curves. He leaned in, his mouth searching for hers, and she was gone. He opened his eyes, not having realized he closed them. Heather had dropped to her knees, and her hands went to his pants, moving with clear intent.

Natalie moved over to the chair by the bed, shedding clothes as she went. She lay against the cushioned back, her slender legs out, her hands beginning their familiar path over her smooth skin. Her palms went over her thighs, tracing scintillating patterns on her skin, staying away from her center.

Heather undid Ash's pants, reaching in to free him. Her eyes widened as she wrestled his turgid member into the air. He reached down, running a hand over her freckled cheek. He watched her eyes meet his, and a shiver overcame her.

She gripped him with one hand, milking him absently, then, with sudden purpose, she ran her tongue up both sides of him and took him into her hot mouth. She sucked him with businesslike comportment, her technique polished. She instantly brought him to the edge of his orgasm. It wasn't just her skill, but the way she went about it, the matter-of-fact need of her mouth on his cock, that primed him to explode.

Heather bobbed her head up and down, sucking on her way up, her tongue swirling over his head at the apex of every swallow. One hand continued to grip, keeping him somewhat shallow in her mouth, but providing a lovely caress that lengthened her strokes. Her other hand gently cupped his balls, the lightest touch like a soft breath.

The sounds of sucking filled the room. She was loud in her work, and Ash found that sparked more of the orgasm brewing in his belly. He luxuriated in the rudeness of it. He found himself beginning to thrust against her face, and Heather kept up, letting him deeper as he pushed into her. He felt the back of her mouth, and she displayed not a single bit of a gag reflex.

After her nervousness, the confidence with which she sucked his cock and the skill with which she built his orgasm, was disconcerting. But Ash was trapped with her now, trapped in the incredible feeling of her slurping mouth and busy tongue.

Ash felt his body begin to quiver. He was ready to burst and he held on, wanting more of this woman's attentions. She felt him, the quivering reverberating through him, growing in power. Then, she took her hand away, and he thrust. He felt her throat open to him, embracing her head in its folds.

The orgasm tore out of him on bright tendrils of pure ecstasy. He felt himself buck against the walls of her throat, and felt her gulp once. She moved her head away, taking the next several jets on her tongue.

Natalie stood, her fingers slick with her pussy, pulling Heather to her feet and into a deep kiss. Ash's salty-sweet juice covered Heather's tongue, and Natalie swallowed what she could, mixed in with Heather's saliva. They parted and Natalie pulled Heather's overshirt off, then opened her shorts, tugging them off her full hips. She found that the tank top was actually a bodysuit, the white cloth disappearing between her legs, and cut high over her thick thighs. Natalie went in for another kiss, and Heather was even more ardent now, Ash's taste only a succulent residue.

Ash watched them from the chair where Natalie had sat. A wet spot already decorated the cushion. He touched it, then brought his fingers to his nose, sucking in Natalie's scent. He loved so much about her, and the insistence of her arousal was but one thing. He watched Heather and Natalie kiss, his gaze falling to Heather's ass, where the thong back of the bodysuit disappeared between two round cheeks. He wanted to grip them, feel them jiggle under his attentions.

Natalie ran a hand up Heather's inner thigh, coming up between her legs. She found what she was looking for, undoing the snap at the bottom of the bodysuit. It popped up, revealing a manicured thatch of red hair between her thighs. Heather shivered as Natalie pulled the rest of the bodysuit over the other woman's head. Heather quickly pulled her bra off as well. Her breasts, fat like cantaloupes, with big, pale pink nipples, were now exposed. Both Ash and Natalie were momentarily struck with amazement over their shape and heft.

Natalie grinned, taking her and pushing her onto the bed. Heather yelped, and then Natalie was over her like a predatory jungle cat, rolling Heather's nipples between her lips. Heather sighed, holding Natalie's head to her breasts. Natalie's scent already hung heavily in the air, and now it was joined by Heather's muskier aroma.

Ash undressed, settling back onto the chair. His cock was beginning to reawaken. He stroked it, Heather's saliva making his hand glide up and down its length. He watched Natalie lick and nibble her way down Heather's body. She dropped off the foot of the bed and knelt, then hauled the other girl to her with sudden force. Heather yelped happily, which turned to a groan as Natalie found the other woman's sex.

Ash watched Natalie's lips disappear into the cloud of red curls.

"Oh, fuck," Heather moaned, raising her legs to give Nat more access.

Ash, now erect, moved behind Natalie. Heather looked up at him, her eyes smoky as Natalie attacked her pussy. Natalie broke away, her mouth shiny, turning to Ash. She leaned over and planted a kiss on the head of his cock.

"You have to try her, babe," she said.

Ash knelt, leaning over Natalie's shoulder, wrapping an arm about her slender body, his hand coming to rest on the soft swell of her breast where her small nipple instantly hardened. Heather's pussy was on display, blushing lips under a halo of fiery fleece. Her juices covered her inner thighs, clung to her pubic hair like dew, drooled from her delicious lips. Ash dipped his head in, running his tongue up her slit, then down again, fucking her softly. Her taste was strong, pungent even, and he found he craved it.

Natalie pulled his head away, then her tongue was in his mouth. She smacked her lips as they parted. "Mine." She reached down to his cock, giving it a stroke. "She's ready."

Ash stood up, helping Natalie up, then bending her over. Shadowed beneath Nat's toned ass were the slick folds of her sex, begging for attention. Natalie attacked Heather's pussy with renewed vigor, alternately fucking her with her tongue, shifting to her clit, back and back again.

Ash knelt himself. Natalie's sex was spread, her juices running like raindrops down her thighs. He leaned in, giving kissing her lips softly, then standing again, guiding himself to her. He took her with a thrust, and Natalie's muffled grunt sounded into Heather's pussy.

Heather's milky breasts heaved as Natalie's attentions heightened. Natalie was in heaven, Heather's delectable pussy under her mouth, the voluptuous woman squirming beneath her, musical moans decorating the air. And then being filled with Ash's cock, fitting into her with a perfection she had never dreamed possible.

Ash felt Nat holding him as he stoked himself inside her. Heather had gotten the first, easy one out of him. The next would take some time.

Natalie let Ash develop a rhythm. She wanted him to want more. She wanted to watch. She'd never known this part of herself until the night she had that threesome with Ash and Lauren, his girlfriend and her roommate. The sight of him fucking another woman drove her crazy. Watching the pleasure on their faces, imagining it in hers, anticipating.

With a growl, she pulled herself off him, climbing up Heather. The other woman opened her eyes, whimpering in confusion that the pleasure had stopped. Natalie turned herself around, straddling Heather's face, then bringing her mouth down to Heather's sex. Her body on fire, sensation covering her, she reached for Ash's cock, sucking her juice from it, then lining him up with Heather.

"Fuck her, babe."

Ash nodded. Natalie stroked his cock, running it around Heather's swollen lips. He heard the redhead moan somewhere beneath Natalie, who was gently circling her hips into the other woman's face.

Ash stared into Natalie's dark eyes as he pushed into Heather's soaking pussy. The redhead let out a ragged moan, muffled by Nat's hips. A feral grin lit Natalie's face. She looked down now, watching her boyfriend's thick cock disappear into Heather's lovely sex. Natalie had been shaving her own for so long, the sight of the hair was a novelty. It was the red color that amazed her, the way they were a different color depending how light hit them. Heather's sex was like a flower, the hair its delicate filaments.

She ran her tongue up and down Heather's lips where they met Ash's cock. Their tastes mingled, and with that in her mouth and Heather's tongue in her pussy, Natalie felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

Heather sucked Nat's clit into her mouth, and Natalie groaned, finding the hard nubbin at the apex of the red-haired sex, returning the favor. As the redhead strummed her button, Natalie did the same, even as she felt her boyfriend's cock under her lips. Heather began to find Natalie's spark spots, her tongue insistent and inquisitive.

For Ash, Heather had been eclipsed. Natalie writhed atop her. He felt her hot tongue on his shaft, then the humming vibration of her paying attention to the other woman's clit. His own orgasm built with each of his thrusts into Heather's pussy. He gripped the redhead's soft ass, his fingers dimpling the milky hemispheres. He wasn't deep enough inside Heather. He wanted to bury himself to the hilt, feel every inch of her sex.

Heather broke with a long, rattling moan. Ash felt her tightening over his cock, gripping him as though to keep him inside. Natalie sat up, her skin shiny, her eyes hooded. She met Ash's gaze, and knew what he was going to do because he did it so often to her. She got off Heather's face, sitting at the other end of the bed, her legs spread.

Heather was breathing heavily, recovering from her orgasm, boneless in her pleasure. Ash turned her over getting her onto all fours. Her ass was much bigger than he'd gotten used to, pale and white. He was entranced by it, giving the flesh an experimental slap. She moaned, a delightful jiggle working through her haunches.

He climbed up on the bed, on his knees, easing himself back into her. Her moan was guttural, animalistic. Now he was able to take her to the root of him. He thrust into her, picking up speed and power. He gave her another slap and she moaned, writhing into the hurt. He could no longer be gentle. He needed to take her, needed to finish.

He looked up, Natalie watched them, her hands busy between her legs. Thoughts passed between the two of them. While they always knew each other, during sex, the walls between them came down and they were more like one being in two bodies. Ash knew what Natalie wanted because he wanted it too.

He moved Heather up the bed with brutal thrusts, each one yanking another moan from her. Natalie reached down, tangling her hand in the long red hair, and putting the other woman's face between her legs. Heather obeyed the unspoken command. Natalie squealed as the overheated woman opened her up. Natalie thrust into the exploring mouth, her pleasure picking up where it had left off. Her breasts heaved, her mouth locked in a blissful O. Willpower kept her eyes open and on Ash. She wanted to watch him cum.

"I'm close," Ash said. He fought mightily as he fucked in and out of Heather. The longer he fought the more powerful this would be. And he had stoked it past reason.

Heather broke from Natalie's pussy only long enough to slur in a voice pushed past reason, "Cum in me. It's okay. Please, just cum in me."

Her begging tone pulled him on the tide of his orgasm. The pleasure ripped free of him. He pushed himself to the absolute limit, clutching the soft flesh of her ass as his cock bucked inside her. She broke in shivers, returning to Natalie's pussy.

Natalie watched her boyfriend lose himself inside the other woman and that was enough. She surrendered to her own quakes, shivering as Heather's mouth pulled a lovely explosion from her.

The three of them made their way up the bed, cuddling in a tangle of exhausted limbs. Heather lay her head on Natalie's chest. Ash was on the other side, stroking Heather's long red mane.

"That was better than watching," Heather said.

"I'll say," Natalie brought Heather's lips to hers, relishing the taste still on the redhead's tongue. She leaned over and kissed Ash, sharing herself with him.

The three of them drifted off on their pleasant clouds.

Natalie awoke to the early morning sun shining through the window. Heather was gone. Ash lay on his back, a bit of sheet over his cock. Urgent pressure in her bladder made her get up. Natalie pulled on her shirt and panties from last night, tiptoeing out to find the bathroom. Maybe Heather was in there.

She slipped out into the hall. Hunter and Taylor's door opened and a muscular white guy stepped out, pulling a shirt over a gym-sculpted body. "Uh hi," he said.

Natalie knew a walk of shame when she saw one. "Hey," she said, moving past him for the bathroom. Heather wasn't in there. No harm done. She'd probably sneaked back next door to avoid what the beefcake Hunter and Taylor had picked up just had to deal with. She never would have called that. Not that Taylor wouldn't want two guys but that Hunter would go for it. That plus what had happened between Marcel and Melissa, it seemed like everyone had a big night.

She returned to Ash, cuddling up to him. He shifted in his sleep, wrapping an arm around her and she drifted off again.

Breakfast was hilariously awkward. Nat had caught Ash up when they woke up, and he had smirked through the revelation that they weren't the only ones who had a threesome last night. Marcel and Melissa were desperately trying not to look at each other, and Hunter wasn't looking at Taylor.

Dave came through the front door, the side of his face filthy and his hair sticking up.

"What happened to you?" Ash asked.

"I woke up on a lawn. This place fucking sucks. I can't get laid. And look at all of you. Everybody here fucked."

"I didn't," Mo said mildly.

"Yeah, me neither, Marcel said too quickly, and Mo frowned at him.

"We should have gone to Havasu. I said we should go to Havasu, but Elliott was all 'Sequoia's better, trust me.'"

"Maybe don't try to fuck a lawn?" Natalie suggested.

Dave gave her the finger, went into his room, and burst out almost as quickly. "Did somebody fuck in my bed?"

By afternoon, Ash was feeling more like a person. He'd eaten, the last shreds of his hangover were gone. He couldn't stop thinking about Heather, about Natalie and her together. "You want to see if Heather wants to hang out?" he said to Natalie while they were on the balcony, drinking sodas and eating chips.

"You horny bastard. Can't wait, huh?"

"Nope."

She flashed a smile. "Good, me neither."

They went next door and knocked. It took a second knock before a pretty Latina about their age answered the door. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, we're here to see Heather?"

"Heather?"

"Yeah, Heather..." Natalie trailed off, realizing she never got her last name. She looked to Ash, who shrugged helplessly. "She's got long red hair, she's about 5'4", pretty..."

The woman shook her head. "Sorry, there's no one like that here."

"No, she's staying there."

"Trust me. No redheads here. I'd know. Maybe you got the house mixed up?"

"Yeah," Natalie said. "That's gotta be it. Sorry to bug you."

"No worries." She shut the door.

They spent the rest of the day looking for Heather, as though it could have been another place that she watched them fuck on that first night. They never found her. She had vanished like smoke.

Spring Break 2010 gained a reputation from the entire group as cursed. Hunter and Taylor broke up a few weeks later. Both of them got a little wild after that. Marcel and Mo broke up when she found out what happened between him and Melissa. Elliott and Melissa stayed together, and her being with other guys became a regular thing with them. Elliott got off on it.

"It's fuckin' awesome," a drunk Elliott admitted to Ash one night.

Ash didn't get it, but he was happy his friend was happy.

Dave never did get laid that spring break, but he did break his nose doing a keg stand.

As for Ash and Nat, they semi-jokingly referred to it as the spring break they fucked a ghost.