Getting to Know Gina
When I took the girls back to the hotel the next morning, Gina invited me to sit on the beach with her and enjoy the sound of the surf and look at some of the children playing on the beach. While we chatted, Lynn and Lori went with their father to eat breakfast with him. Then he was taking them to a small amusement park located nearby.
“Did the girls behave themselves?” was her first question as we seated ourselves under the umbrella.
“Oh, yes. They were darlings,” I answered, without revealing how much they were darlings for me.
“They can be a handful. It’s nice they behaved for you. They don’t always behave for me like that.” She laughed and offered me a bottle of water from the cooler she’d brought with us.
I began to think about what she and her husband had done the night before, and especially their topic of erotic conversation. I also wondered how far I could get Gina to go in discussing Lynn’s sex life, which Gina thought was totally private — masturbation only.
“I do have to tell you something, though, that happened last night after I’d put the girls to bed.”
“Oh, what?” Gina gave me a slight frown, as if I might confess Lynn had been more of a brat than I had admitted.
“Well, I’m not sure how to broach this subject, to be honest, but I feel you should know.”
“Well,” Gina’s brow creased, bunching toward the middle of her forehead with worry, “I guess just say it. I’m a big girl, so I can handle it, whatever they did.”
“I’m sorry. I suppose I’m being overly dramatic. I hope you don’t think what happened is all that bad, really. To be honest, I don’t think it’s bad at all, just something you might want to know. It’s just that, well, Lynn is growing up.”
“In what way?” asked Gina. “Did she start her period or something?” Then she answered her own question. “Of course not. While I’d be surprised, I wouldn’t think that was at all bad. So, how do you mean she’s growing up?”
“Well, when I went to check on the girls in the night, Lynn had her pajama bottoms completely off and, well, she was masturbating. She didn’t see me, so I didn’t say anything. I just thought you should know, that’s all.” I had told her this small lie pretending reluctance, as if I really wasn’t sure I wanted to tell her when in reality I had been anxious to see her reaction.
“I see,” said Gina. I could see the wheels turning. They had found the phone off the hook. I knew because I’d called her that morning to check to see if they were ready for me to bring the girls back to the hotel. I could now tell she was mulling this over in her mind, wondering if I had listened to them after all and was basically doing exactly what I was doing, which was baiting her a bit to see what she’d tell me. “She didn’t see you?”
“No, well, I think that’s because she climaxed seconds after I entered the room, so she was, um, preoccupied with her, uh, herself.”
“You could tell she was climaxing?”
“Well, if she wasn’t, she can sure fake them well enough to fool me, or anyone for that matter.”
“I see.”
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Hmm? Oh, yes. I was just thinking.”
“What about?” Little Miss Innocent. That’s me.
“Well, I caught her before too. It appears to be a rather favorite practice of hers.”
“Oh. Did you already know she was reaching climax?”
“Oh, yes.”
“You managed to walk in at just the perfect time, too, huh?”
She blushed. She’d basically been caught. It wasn’t very likely that the same timing had happened twice, and she had no reason to think I was lying about what I’d seen and how I’d known Lynn had masturbated to a climax.
“Well, to be honest, I was a little, um, curious, and stood there watching until she did. I know that’s wrong, but I was just, I don’t know, fascinated by it all. I didn’t start doing that, well, at least I didn’t start climaxing, until I was almost thirteen.”
“Really?” I asked, hoping we would talk more on this subject. After all, I was the one in control here. I knew she wanted to lick my pussy. She’d said so the night before while fucking her husband. In fact, I knew she had fantasized about me licking Lynn’s pussy. Yes, all in all, I knew quite a bit.
“Yes, not that I hadn’t tried. I was masturbating when I was Lynn’s age, just not reaching climax. I knew it felt good is all, and by reading some of my dad’s dirty books, I knew there was supposed to be more. I just didn’t know how to get there. My first time was a big surprise. I was rubbing and rubbing and it kept feeling better and better and…” She looked at me and turned red. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking like this to someone I barely know. Please forgive me. Oh, dear, I’m so ashamed.”
“Don’t be. I was luckier than you. I started having orgasms when I was very young, like four.”
“Oh, my God, you’re kidding!”
I smiled at her and spoke openly to show I trusted her and we could share this information without fear or embarrassment. “My parents bought me a rocking horse for Christmas when I was four, and I would ride him for so long my mom would have to make me get off him. She just didn’t know that I was REALLY getting off.”
She laughed out loud at that and looked at me.
“We’re terrible,” she said, laughing.
“No, just normal.”
“Do you think so?” The mirth was still in her voice.
“Well, growing up, the girls I knew well enough to talk about it admitted they did.”
“I guess you’re right. I had a best friend and we would…” She stopped mid-sentence, apparently not sure she wanted to go there.
“It’s okay, I had one of those girlfriends too,” I confessed. “We’d lie in bed at night and see who could get there first.”
“Oh, God we ARE bad!” she said, and laughed even louder than before.
“No, just normal!” I said, and that made us both shriek with laughter.
When we’d gotten our composure again, she said, “I can do you one better.”
“How’s that?”
“Sometimes, our hands weren’t on our own pussies.”
I laughed at her again. “Neither were ours!” We launched into hysterical laughter once again.
When we’d calmed down, she said, “Oh, my. Those are some great memories.”
“Yes, some of my fondest of growing up.”
A minute passed before she spoke. “How old were you when you and your girlfriend fooled around?”
“Which one?” I asked, and watched her eyes grow.
“You had more than one?”
“Didn’t you?”
“No. She was the only one. There were others I wanted to fool around with over the years, but I never did. Scared of being called a dyke, I guess. Well, honestly, there was one other, but I don’t want to talk about her. How many did you fool around with?”
I thought for a moment. “Five.”
“Oh, my God! Five?!” I nodded. “When did it start and when did it end?”
“My first time was when I was seven.”
“Wow, you were young. What can seven-year-olds do?”
“Mostly touching and humping things like pillows and each other’s legs. She had discovered her pussy at a young age, too.”
“When was your last? How old were you?”
“Nineteen.”
“Really? How old are you now?”
“Nineteen.”
Her look said it all. She wanted us to fuck each other, and she wanted it now. I was fairly certain that if I started talking about Lynn masturbating to a climax — even though that had been pure fabrication, at least as far as her not knowing I was watching is concerned — Gina would get horny. Our talk had been better than I’d thought it would be. Anyway, I was rather wet myself.
She looked into my eyes. Directly into them. “Would you like to go in now? I find it’s getting a bit warm out here.”
“I think it’s a bit more than warm. I think it’s steamy.” We looked at each other and got up to go into the hotel room.
“They won’t be back for a few hours, so we can enjoy ourselves,” Gina said as we approached the room, but when we got closer we noticed the maids were just two rooms away and hadn’t cleaned their room yet.
“Okay, this isn’t good,” Gina said. “Can we go to your place instead?”
“Sure.”
We got into my car and drove to my apartment. As I drove, I looked over at Gina and said, “Let me watch you touch yourself. And you can tell me who the other girl was.”
She looked at me and after a second’s hesitation, shifted so she was facing me. She unbuttoned her shorts and managed to pull them down to her knees, along with her panties. She was shaved and waxed, like me. Her fingers wandered immediately to her bald pussy and began to explore. The sounds of fingers in wet pussy filled my car, along with her scent. I was intoxicated.
“So, who was it?”
“Do I have to tell you?”
“I know it was a relative,” I said.
“How do you know that?” Her fingers were continuing their exploration of her wet pussy as I glanced at her as often as I dared while driving.
“Because otherwise, you’d tell me without hesitation.”
“How would that make you feel if it was?”
“Envious,” I said. “I always wanted a sister to teach and enjoy.”
“Well, you hit the nail on the head.”
“Your sister?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Older or younger?”
“Older by two years.”
“Who started it?”
“She did. I saw her one night and said I was going to tell. Then she told me she’d seen me doing it plenty of times and if I did, she would tell on me too. One thing led to another and, well, soon we were doing each other.”
“How old were you?”
“Thirteen.”
“Do you still do it together?”
“No. Stopped when she went away to college.” Gina was rubbing faster with each comment.
“Does she still do it with other women?”
“Don’t know, but probably. She’s still very sexy.”
By now, it was clear she was close to a climax. “Are you multi-orgasmic?” I asked, wanting to be sure she could come again when we got to my place.
“Oh, yes.”
“Are you wanting to come now?”
With that, she came, so I suppose the answer was yes. My own pussy was sopping wet. She pulled up her panties and shorts as I pulled into the parking lot for my apartment complex.
I parked and we probably set a new record for getting from a car inside an apartment. As soon as the door closed, we began undressing and kissing each other.
“I can’t believe I’m going to get to taste you. I was fantasizing about this last night with my husband.”
“I know.”
Oops. I hadn’t meant to reveal that. It had just spilled out in response to her comment.
She stopped what she had been doing, which was taking off my bra.
“How did you know?”
“I, uh, I could just tell.”
“But I said I fantasized with my husband about this and you said you knew. You couldn’t have… Oh, God! You DID hear us on the phone! Oh, God! Oh GOD!” I had gotten her down to her bra and panties before I fucked up with my inadvertent slip of the tongue. She began to gather her clothes. “What you must think of me!”
“Gina! It’s okay! I don’t think anything of you, at least not anything bad!”
“I was right. That’s why you mentioned seeing Lynn masturbate! You wanted to talk about this stuff!”
“Okay, yes, it is, but believe me, I’m not judging you about this. I swear I’m not! The fact is I was attracted to you too—I still am—and I’m okay with what you said when I was listening.”
“Why were you listening? Why didn’t you just hang up!?”
“I did, but, well, the conversation was rather, um, stimulating, you know?”
“I was talking about very private things. You shouldn’t have listened.”
“Well, I did, and it’s too late now. And I am perfectly okay with what you said.”
“Even what I said about Lynn?”
“Yes. Even about Lynn.”
“It doesn’t bother you that I’m attracted to my daughters?”
Aha. Daughters, as in both. I hadn’t known that, at least not for certain. I let it pass for now.
“No, it doesn’t bother me. Not at all.”
She stared at me, her bra on but not clasped, her other clothes in her hand. I tried to convey with my looks the exact reason why I wasn’t bothered by her desire for Lynn and Lori.
“It doesn’t bother me, okay?” I said slowly.
It dawned on her. “Oh, my. You’re attracted to them too, aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me? They’re beautiful and sexy, extremely desirable, so can you really blame me?”
“No, I suppose not.”
I took her hand and led her to the sofa. “We have to talk,” I began.
“What?” she asked as she sat.
First, I took her face in my hands and kissed her, not with the hurried, frenzied passion from before, but with understanding and calm. “Your daughters aren’t as…innocent as you think they are.”
She stared into my eyes. She seemed to be expecting exactly what I was going to say to her.
“Lynn isn’t the only one who has orgasms,” I said.
“Oh, my. You mean Lori…?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know that? And don’t tell me you caught her masturbating.”
“Well, I didn’t catch her masturbating, I watched her as she masturbated herself to an orgasm.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“No. We were all three naked here last night. The girls…” I paused, not sure how to tell Gina they were like her and her sister.
“What? The girls—what?”
“They’re lovers and have been for a while.”
“Oh, my God. Really? As in…lovers? They engage in sex with each other?”
I nodded. “And they’re very good at it.”
“Did they have sex with you?”
“Yes. And they want to have sex with you.”
“You know this for a fact?”
“Yes. And they are also interested in their father. Lynn in particular wants to suck him off.”
“They want to have sex with us?”
“Very much. I suggested Lynn set it up for you to catch her again and then ‘see’ you. We sort of hoped that would lead to, well, other things between you, and she would introduce you to sex with Lori after that.”
“My pussy is on fire right now,” said Gina, and she leaned in and kissed me.
Soon we were in my bed and making love with each other. The idea her daughters had enjoyed sex together and with me in that same bed seemed to fascinate her.
“What was it like to lick their little pussies?” she asked me.
“Delicious.”
We ended up in a sixty-nine. Her pussy was mashed against my face, and I knew Lynn and Lori would love eating their mother. Her juices were smeared across my face, and I was literally sucking on her clit while two fingers plunged into her pussy and my pinky was playing with her butthole. In the meantime, she was basically doing the same to me. I thought the approaching orgasm would rip me apart, but I’d die happy, at least.
Spasms slammed into me and my screams of pleasure were muffled by her pussy, which of course created delicious sensations as our mouths vibrated against each other’s clits with our orgasmic moans and screams.
After we both came, we stretched out on my bed and worked on getting our heartbeats back to normal.
Soon, we got up and showered together, where we soaped each other and managed to bring each other off yet again. I loved the feel of her fingers inside me, but in all honesty, not as much as I’d enjoyed Lynn and Lori the night before. There is just something special about a young girl who is never as innocent as she allows adults to believe.
Finally, we dressed and I took Gina back to the hotel. The girls were back from their jaunt with their father by that time, and the girls wanted to know where we’d been. Lynn asked me to come talk to her on the balcony.
“Did you and Mom fuck?”
“Yes, we did.”
Did you enjoy it?”
“Of course, and you will too.”
“When?”
“Soon. Just let whatever happens happen.”
We chatted for several more minutes. I didn’t tell her that her mom knew she and Lori wanted to have sex with her because Gina had asked me not to tell.
I said good-bye to the girls and their father, and Gina walked me to my car.
“So what will happen now?” I asked, curious how she would handle her knowledge of the situation.
“Let’s exchange email addresses, and I’ll let you know how it all goes.”
We did, and she asked if she could sit with me in my car before going back up to the room. I was fine with that, of course, and we sat down. I started the car to get the AC going, and when I looked at Gina, she leaned in and kissed me. Passionately. Her tongue began a sensuous dance with mine and her hand went to my pussy, kneading the tender flesh beneath my cotton shorts, which would surely have a stain on them later.
Breaking the kiss, she looked around to see if anyone was nearby. The people who were leaving the hotel that day had pretty well done so, and it was still too early for that night’s guests to arrive. Gina and her family were leaving the next morning for home.
“I just wanted to get you off one more time before you go,” she said, and reached for the button at the top of my shorts. Soon she had them and my panties down to my knees and she was fingering my pussy, two fingers inside and her thumb rubbing my clit.
I was a little sore, but it was driving me wild. I could hear the sounds of my fluids inside me as her fingers plunged in and out, fucking me. I was leaning against the door. She had changed into a short sundress while I was talking to Lynn on the balcony, and when she lifted the hem, I saw she was not wearing panties. The fingers of her left hand went to her pussy, and she was masturbating herself while doing the same to me, but I didn’t let her continue doing us both. Instead, I leaned over and replaced her hand on her pussy with my own. We began to kiss again, and had it been cold outside, my windows would have surely fogged.
I broke the kiss and hugged her close as we each fingered the other to an approaching climax. The smell of pussy permeated the air in the car, and despite the AC, we were both sweating.
I felt the wave of my orgasm approaching as I would see a wave approaching me in the ocean. I could feel it would be a big one, just as I would see the approaching ocean wave and prepare myself for its arrival. When the wave of my orgasm hit me, I cried out, moaning, almost screaming the orgasm out of me. I somehow managed to keep fingering and rubbing Gina’s pussy through my body’s convulsions that rippled through me, and soon she joined me in the shared bliss of mind-numbing orgasms.
Once we were finished, she sat back and straightened out her dress and I pulled my panties and shorts back up, thinking that it would have been easier if I’d worn a summer dress as well. We caught our breath after our orgasms, and I suddenly felt like a teenager on a date, parked in some out-of-the-way spot for sex. I was technically still a teenager, but Gina was in her early thirties. Maybe she was feeling younger from doing what teenagers usually engage in–sex in a car.
“Well, I suppose I should be getting back to the room. They might grow suspicious.”
“Do you think your husband knows what we’ve been up to?”
“I’m sure of it. When you were on the balcony with Lynn, he came up to me and whispered ‘Was she fun?’ and kissed me. I think he could taste you on me.”
“Then he doesn’t mind if you go beyond fantasy with me?”
“No, not at all. I have a girlfriend back home. We get together sometimes, and he knows all about it.”
For some reason, I felt a pang of jealousy over both her relationships with her friend and her sister, but I quickly dismissed it as silly. Of course, she had a life that didn’t include me at all, just as I had one that didn’t include her, and if I allowed myself to be jealous of every girl who’d had sex with her sister, I’d go crazy. Our minds can do funny things sometimes.
“Do you think the girls suspect what we’re doing?” she asked.
“I know Lynn does. That’s why she wanted me to come out on the balcony, to ask if we’d had sex.”
“Did you tell her?”
“Yes, but I didn’t mention that you know they want to seduce you.”
“Thanks. I’m not sure what I’ll do, but I’ll let you know what happens.”
“I appreciate that. Then you’ll email me?”
“Of course. Maybe just to chat. Would that be okay?”
“You know it is.”
We kissed and she got out of the car and started toward the hotel, turning to smile and wave good-bye, and I noticed a woman who must have been a guest at the hotel looking at us when Gina got out. She was standing along the outside wall, and I wondered how much she’d seen. I did see she was smiling, though, and I smiled back. Gina’s kiss good-bye had certainly been anything but sisterly, so I knew the woman knew we were lovers.
I was in a center parking row and there was no car in front of me, so I pulled straight out and waved at the woman, who was rather sexy herself and looked about Gina’s age. She called out to Gina, who stopped and they began a conversation.
“Wonder where that will lead?” I thought to myself, and started the drive home, where I would take a bath and then maybe a nap.
Continue on to Chapter 7
How glad I am that she doesn’t look like any of my three daughters. That is quite possibly a hypocritical perspective considering my current situation – especially in the last years where I have pursued all manner of stimulation both physical and mental. I almost feel as if I never had time before now or that I’m worried that my time will run out. After all, I do inhabit this frail, time-limited world of mercurial conditions and impossible moments.
I suppose this story really began when my husband of fourteen years, a professor at a local university, walked out on me one day for one of his students, leaving my ten-year-old daughter Kim and I to fend for ourselves.
Sometimes, love is exactly the right thing for the blues. That was true of the day I spent with my mother last week.