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(c) Copyright December 1997 by Robert Mitchell
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This story contains descriptions of sexual situations.  If you're under
sixteen and are reading this, then your parents should keep a
closer eye on you.
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Three's A Crowd - voy, F-solo, MFF [1/2]
by Robert Mitchell
(apstarre@pipeline.com)

The sun was casting Erica's shadows long on the sand as she made
her way down the beach, a towel under one arm, and holding a
novel in her other hand. As she breathed in the crisp morning air,
she couldn't hold back a smile. This was her favorite time of day,
just after dawn, when the world seemed to be still asleep. This
was also her favorite thing to do. The beach was empty at this
time, and she loved having it all to herself. It was a time to
reflect on the matters of the day and life itself.

Erica smirked as she looked down at her book. It was also a time
to relax and read trashy romance novels before work. Sometimes
she felt deep, and sometimes she didn't.

Erica headed down the beach, the tide roaring alongside her,
towards a large rock that jutted out of the sand. It blocked the
view of another patch of the beach on the other side, which was
why she went there. It was always empty and secluded, perfect.

But as Erica made her way around the rock, she heard a
woman giggle. It was just dawning on her that today might be
different than usual when the couple came into view.

A dark-haired man and a blond woman were lying on a pink towel
on the smooth sand of her usual spot. Erica guessed they were both
in their late teens or early twenties.  The woman was lying under
the guy, who was stretched over her. They were kissing deeply as
one of the woman's hands roamed the man's back and the fingers
of her other hand ran through his hair.

Erica froze. For a moment, she considered apologizing, turning
around, and walking away. Then she felt a bit silly. They were
just kissing, no big deal. When the beach was crowded, there
were always a few couples making out. This was pretty much the
same. She had nothing to apologize for.

Besides, she always came here. In that respect, Erica had been
here first. She had every right to come here. It wasn't as private
as she had hoped, but two extra people was better than a
hundred, which is who would be here in a few hours. This was
her quiet time before work, and she was determined to enjoy it.

So Erica forced herself to straighten, look calm, and walk out
into view. She watched the couple out of the corner of her eye
as she made her way along the narrow strip of sand.

They seemed too preoccupied with each other to notice her at
first. Then the girl opened her eyes. She looked up at Erica
from her boyfriend's face. For a moment, Erica and the woman's
eyes met. Even from this distance, Erica could see they were an
ocean blue. Erica tried to look calm and casual, even smiling a
little to keep from scaring her off. The girl looked back at her
with absolute calm, only a mild interest. Then she closed her
eyes and leaned into her boyfriend again.

Erica couldn't help grinning. So much for that. She felt herself
relax a little bit as she moved a few feet down the beach. When
she was what she considered a discrete distance away from the
couple, she spread her blanket on the sand.

Erica sat down on the towel with a sigh. Taking off her
oversized T-shirt exposed her body, clad only in a yellow two-
piece bikini. For a moment, she felt a little self-conscious
about being so scantily dressed (usually she wore something
with a little more coverage) then figured if those two weren't
going to get hung up about things, neither would she. Erica
propped up her book on her knees, folded it open to a page,
then began to read.

As her eyes scanned the page, she found her thoughts continually
being drawn to the couple beside her. The fact that she was
reading a love scene didn't help. As she read about the elegant
heroine being taken into her bedroom by the handsome prince,
her thoughts placed the couple's faces on the characters.
The description of the book's heated kiss broke down her
resolve.

Erica made a quick glance over at the couple. They were still
kissing, but a little more deeply than before. The woman's leg
was up, rubbing her inner thigh against his hip. He was moving
his hand up and down over her ribcage. Then his hand came
up higher to squeeze her breast.

Erica quickly looked back down at her book. Her cheeks grew
hot with embarassment. This was getting a little heavy. Once
again, she thought about leaving. But if they didn't mind her
being there, why should she? If they were planning to get too
into it, they'd leave first. She still needed her
quiet time.

She went back to her book and continued to read. The sea-
breeze ruffled the pages, which were getting into more detail
on the royal couple. Erica felt her face growing warmer as
she read about the prince unbuttoning the heroine's dress
and exposing her full breasts, ducking his head down to
plant kisses all over them as he ran his hand down her
stomach to...

Erica swallowed. This wasn't helping to take her mind off
what was happening next to her. She tried to keep her eyes
on the page, but they seemed to turn on their own.

The couple was still at it. Now the woman's leg was
wrapped around the guy's waist, pulling his hips close
against her crotch. His hand was mashing and rolling her
breast, which was almost being squeezed out of the red cup
of her bikini top. She was moaning softly as her hands dug
through his long, black hair, their heads moving slowly in
a passionate kiss.

Erica let her eyes wander over the two of them. They were
both very attractive. He was toned and muscular with a
powerful back that tapered down to a tight ass in a skimpy
pair of black Speedos.  Her body was curvy, but lean, and
her breasts were large enough to dwarf his hand as they
roamed them. She couldn't see much of their faces, except
for the closed eyes of the woman, framed in golden hair.

Erica bit her lip as she watched the two of them. She was
getting seriously turned on. She tried to force herself to look
away and go back to her reading, but her eyes were locked
on the couple. As she watched them writhing against each
other, she felt a tingling sensation inside her body. Erica
could feel herself getting wet, the crotch of her bikini
getting moist and cooled against her skin by the breeze.

The woman opened her eyes. The two of them just stared
at each other. The man opened his eyes, looked down at
her, then looked up at Erica. The three of them just
watched each other as the surf hissed in the distance.

Erica knew this was the moment of truth. Either the couple
would get up and leave or they would tell her to leave or
they would stop what they were doing and leave. Something
had to give.

What Erica didn't expect was the girl to break into a coy
smile. She giggled, then cupped her hand over her mouth
and whispered in the man's ear. Erica could hear her soft
voice carried along the beach, muffled by the roar of the waves
nearby. After a few seconds, the man smiled in a mirror-image
of his girlfriend's.

"What's going on?" Erica whispered to herself. She was
waiting for them to tell her to leave or apologize or
something. What was the holdup?

She caught her breath as the two turned back to each other
and locked lips again. The man's hand came up again to
roll the woman's breast in his hand. Then his fingers curled
into the top of her bikini and pulled it down. The woman's
naked breast popped out. Erica could see the nipple was red
and swollen just before the man's palm covered it and his
fingers squeezed the pink flesh.

Erica struggled to breathe again as she realized the couple
wasn't going to stop. They knew she was there, and they
weren't going to stop.

to be continued...


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