Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, father of Orchid, Dahlia's fiance

	- Tan white skin, 5'10, 175lbs, shoulder-length curly brown hair

Maria, Female, 19

	- Employee at Maria's Guest House in Key West

	- Mocha-brown skin, Latina, 5'8, 150lbs, shoulder-length dark-brown silky hair

Maria was no longer in bed when my cell rang early the next morning, waking me from pleasant dreams. The screen showed Dahlia's picture. I picked up, “hey, Lover.”

“Morning, Lover. Did I wake you?”

“Umm... yeah, no problem though. Would have gotten up shortly anyway.”

“Sorry. I wanted to call you as soon as I had an answer for you.”

I sat up and stretched, my mind coming to attention.

“What's on your mind?”

Dahlia laid out her thoughts. “Before I say yes, and I'm very much leaning towards 'yes' on this, Brent, I think it would help me if Maria could come up and stay with us a few days, if she can. You've gotten to meet her and get to know her. I'd like that too. Just need to be sure, you know?”

“Of course. I understand.”

“I know your house will be a bit crowded, but we can manage, right? Maybe take her up to the mountains, see if she even likes it there.”

“I think that's a wonderful idea. I'll ask her today.”

“Ok... thanks for understanding. So... what did you do yesterday after I talked to you?”

I told Dahlia about spending the evening with Maria, learning more about her. After I described the time spent on the beach, she asked, “falling in love again, Brent?”

I hesitated. “I... I don't know.”

“I think you are... I hear it in your voice and in the way you talk about her.”

I knew this could be a problem which certainly confused the situation and made it more risky to have Maria become part of our lives. I had to be honest with Dahlia. “Maybe so... it was... wonderful, you know? One of those moments you see in movies, just lovely...”

“I imagine it was...” She left the thought hanging.

“Dahlia... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not thinking all that clearly, running on emotions too much right now.”

“Brent, it's ok. Just a little jealous here, so far away from you. I don't want to lose you to her...”

“I know. You won't.”

“I think it's just the distance. I'm really happy for her. I know how kind and loving you are. She deserves that. I just... don't know how to figure out what that means for us, you know?”

“I do... I dunno, I guess in some ways it is kinda how we handled my relationship with Orchid. You and I were becoming serious and in love, and my daughter added into the mix... My feelings for you never changed. If anything, I love you more for letting me share her with us. I know this is a bit different, but... well, we've handled including our daughters in our romantic lives, and that's more complicated than this.”

She laughed softly, “yeah, good point. Like I said, I'm just missing you right now and wish you were with me. Once you get back, I'm really leaning toward 'yes,' having her come up will help seal that.”

“Ok, thanks for being honest with me. What do the girls think?”

“Oh, you know them. Excited by the idea, excited by having two babies in the house, they have no problems with it.”

“Great. No surprise there, but glad to hear it.”

Dahlia let out a sigh, said, “I'm going to take the girls to the lake today, maybe do some shopping for new clothes for Lily, she's starting to grow. Orchid could use a new skirt or two.”

“Great. Well, I miss you, Dahlia. I love you so much. I'll be home tomorrow.”

“I love you, Brent. And listen... go with what feels right, ok? I love you for your honesty, but that includes being honest with yourself, too. If you're falling in love with Maria, fall in love with her. So long as there's a prime spot in your heart for me, I have more than I could have dreamed of this time last year. I love you and I hope the rest of your stay is lovely. Give Maria a kiss for me.”

“I will.”

- - -

Maria had left me a note on my robe to meet her for breakfast at eight, included an address of a restaurant nearby. She wore a simple island dress, yellow and white with sparse and thin wavy stripes of purple. Her smile was beaming as she joined me at a place that made lobster omelets and served drinks at dawn.

She was nervous. I could see it in the way she walked, the way her eyes seemed overly-alert. She stood in front of me as if unsure whether to kiss me or just sit down. I picked for her, stood, and pulled her to me in a long, slow kiss. Maria giggled lightly, then sat before I did.

“So...” she started.

“So...”

“Last night was really great, Brent. I didn't expect that you and I... might share that, just the two of us.”

“I loved it, as well. You're fantastic, Maria.” I held her hand, let the buzz of my newfound feelings for her keep me high. “Hungry?”

“Yeah.”

We ordered some fruit and oatmeal and sipped our coffees. The food came quickly. As she began to mix chunks of banana and apple into her bowl, I told her, “I talked to Dahlia this morning.”

I let that hang a moment. Maria looked up expectantly. “She's mostly agreed to having you move in with us once the house is built. She wants to get to know you a little first. Is there any way you could get a few days off and come stay with us in my current house? Would love to take you up to the property, let you get a feel for it.”

“Sure, I can go pretty much any time. I'd love that.”

“Great. I'll figure out with Dahlia a good time, sooner rather than later I think. Otherwise, she likes the idea, said it would be great to have another pregnant woman there to talk to and share the experience with.”

“For sure! Oh, I hadn't even thought of that.”

“I want to be clear... if you move in with us, I don't want you to feel trapped or forced to stay or to... make love... with anyone, ok? Whatever happens, I'll do my part for our child, as best I can. If you find you can't live there anymore, I'll help you get settled wherever you need to go. Not that I want that, just want you to know that... your decisions will be respected and our baby will be cared for, no matter what you do or don't want to do.”

“Thanks... yeah... thanks...” Her bare toe was suddenly sliding up and down my leg. “You know... I've got a few minutes before I need to start work... want to join me in my room?”

I smiled, finished my coffee, said, “I'd love to.”

Maria led me back to the guest house and her room, pushed me back on the bed. She smiled, said, “just wanted to give you head. Just a quickie, though. I don't have as much time as I would like...”

She opened my robe and pulled my cock through the hole in my boxers. I was half-hard but rising as Maria stroked it. I wished I had time to slip the dress from her body and make love to her again, but I knew that wasn't going to happen that morning, so I closed my eyes and got comfortable.

Maria's fingers slid up and down my dick a moment, then she kissed the tip with her lips, drooling saliva over my skin. Her tongue ran from the hole down my shaft, then back up again. The dark-haired nineteen-year old sucked me in, taking my entire length into her throat, her lips pressed against my groin.

She held like that a few seconds, her tongue cradling my penis. I knew I was pushing down her throat and I swelled, pulsed with rapidly rising excitement. Maria backed off, sucked me firmly a few seconds, then took me deep in her mouth again. She gagged lightly, pulled up and started bobbing along my length.

I was buzzing and quickly tensing toward orgasm. Precum ran freely down her throat as I got closer. She deep throated me again, moving just enough to cause my dick to slide along her curved tongue. I burned with arousal, felt her fingers cupping my balls, and ejaculated down Maria's throat.

The nineteen-year old never choked as the head of my cock rested at the top of her throat, spurting semen forcefully. She kept her throat open, not needing to swallow. My cum flowed out and down into her stomach and as I finished, Maria pulled back, a smile around my dick.

Sperm dribbled onto her tongue, and she bobbed and sucked me another moment before sliding beside me onto the bed, kissing my cheek.

I was blown away in more ways than one. “How'd you learn to do that?”

“Practicing with bananas since I was thirteen. You're just the perfect size. Any more and I couldn't do it. So... did you like?”

“Goddamn, Maria... Goddamn... I came down your throat. I've never had anyone take me like that before. Wow.”

“Mmm...” She checked her watch, said, “well... wish there was time for you to return the favor, but I have to go.” She kissed my lips, stood, and smiled back at me.

I pointed lazily toward her mouth, “missed a drop.”

Maria swept her fingers across her lips, scooped the small trail of semen into her mouth. She checked herself in the mirror once, then helped me up. I wrapped my robe around my body and headed back to my room for a nap.

- - -

I woke a couple of hours later to the door opening. Maria slid in and closed herself inside. “Hey,” she said quietly, “sorry, I hope it's ok that I let myself in.”

“No problem. Was just napping.”

She crawled in beside me and slipped under the covers. We kissed and she wrapped herself around me, purred as she rested her head on my chest. “Mind if I join you? I'm off for the day.”

“Would love it.”

I held her a while, just cuddling gently together. I kissed her forehead, ran my fingers through her dark, silky hair. She still wore her dress, but I could feel her warmth on my flesh. We drifted off to sleep like that, and I loved occasionally waking to feel her breath on my chest.

- - -

I had to pee bad enough to grudgingly slide out of bed. Maria stirred and watched me as I entered the bathroom. I didn't close the door, and as I started to let my stream flow, Maria stood in the doorway watching me piss, a sleepy smile on her face.

She didn't approach me, just watched. I shook the last drops and tucked my cock back in my boxers. She moved towards me, said, “my turn,” and pulled her panties down, sitting back on the toilet seat.

Maria spread her legs slightly, her furry pubes dark and arousing above her sex. I heard her stream flow into the water below, could just see the urine rushing from her slit. She let out a long, pleasant sigh. Her flow was strong a moment before trickling off to a few random drips. Maria wiped herself and stood, pulling her panties back up. She flushed, looked at me, “think you liked watching me pee.”

“Very much. I could say the same to you.”

“I do... is it normal... to want to watch that?”

“I think so. Damn sure turns me on.”

“Hmm,” she said, “me too.”

I pulled her in for a kiss, said, “maybe we'll explore that again one day. There's so much more we can do that I enjoy... and I think you might, too.”

“I'd like that.”

She washed her hands while I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Maria sat next to me on the bed, said, “I'm off for the day. Want to hang out?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Ever been snorkeling?”

“A few times, sure.”

She smiled, said, “there's a half-day trip that we could get on, if we're quick.”

- - -

The boat took a dozen of us out some ways from the island to a spot the captain said was rather shallow and featured coral reefs. Perfect for snorkeling, it seemed.

Maria and I stood on the starboard side as the boat anchored and the mate gave us instructions. She was leaning against me, my hands around her stomach. The nineteen-year old snuck her hand to my crotch a few times, and I did my best to keep my erection from pressing straight out and against her bikini bottoms.

Maria had put on a two-piece black bikini that looked like it was a natural part of her body. The top hugged her curvy breasts perfectly, cleavage obvious but not exaggerated. The bottoms were neither thin nor wide, covering her sex and pubes, but leaving enough of her ass hanging out to get lots of looks from the other males on the boat, and more than a couple of the females, as well.

We donned the gear and for the next ninety minutes, swam around being dazzled by the rainbow of fish and other sea creatures hovering around the reef. Maria was a natural, clearly having done it often, while I was a bit rusty, took a bit longer to get comfortable keeping my snorkel at the right depth.

By the time we returned to the docks, I'd swallowed more than a little seawater, but was none the worse for wear. We went back to the guest house to shower and change. I met Maria on the patio. She wore another island dress, this one a nearly see-through light purple that covered her knees but no more.

Before we could head out to find dinner, Maria wasn't feeling well. She asked for a few moments, returned to her room. I waited twenty minutes, thought I should check on her.

I knocked on her door, got no immediate response. I waited, and finally the door cracked and Maria stood inside, looking miserable.

“What's wrong, Maria?”

“Nauseous. Was hoping it would pass, but... I'm stuck here for now.”

“Aww, sorry, Sweetheart. What can I do to help?”

“Could you get me some ice?”

“Sure, be right back.”

I went down to the machine and brought back a bucket of ice. She'd left the door cracked, so I went inside. I didn't see her, set the bucket down, then heard Maria retching in the bathroom. I felt sorry for her, went to the edge of the bathroom door. “Maria? You ok? I've got your ice.”

“Thanks... uhhhg... just nauseous. I've had this a time or two, just not usually at night. Could you put some of the ice in a plastic bag or something? I'm feeling hot right now.”

“One moment.”

She retched again and I soon had her ice pack wrapped in a hand towel. I opened the door to the bathroom, tried to ignore the smell. Maria was on her knees, somewhat leaning over the toilet bowl. She didn't look up when I entered, but she said, “I hate you seeing me like this... I'm gross...”

“If we're going to live together, we're going to have moments like this. Don't worry about it... I love...” I almost said it. “I love taking care of you. I just want you to feel better. I pulled her hair out of her face and held it back, pressed the ice pack to her forehead.

Not the most romantic evening in the world, certainly not what I'd hoped to do. But, it made me feel good, too. Maria wasn't feeling well and I was able to comfort her, make her feel better. I kept her hair out of her face, the ice cool on her skin, and helped clean her up when she was over the nausea.

It wasn't late but I knew we were in for the night. I helped Maria to bed, her skin suddenly chilled. She shivered a bit as she slid naked between the sheets. I wrapped myself around her, kissed her neck, and warmed her flesh with mine. She whispered a weak, “thanks, Brent... you didn't have to do all this... thanks for caring about me...”

“I do care about you, Maria, I really do.”

“I know... I care about you, too... not sure what that means for us... and Dahlia...”

“We'll work that out, I promise... when you come up, we'll figure out what it means.”

“Okay... cause... if you keep being this good to me, I'm gonna do more than just care about you...”

“I know exactly what you mean...”