Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 2

Suzie meets new friends, and has a big choice to make.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

After numerous rounds of volleyball, the group retired, exhausted, to one of the beachside gazebos to relax with some drinks. Monica watched as Suzie finished hers, and then asked if she'd go with her to get more. Suzie of course accepted immediately.

"Hey would you mind if we hung back here for a bit?" Monica said as they picked up their new drinks.

"Sure thing, Suzie said, trying to hide her excitement.

"I love those guys, but, I need a break." Monica exhaled as the two sat down at a nearby table. "Liv wasn't kidding. It's very easy to feel like the fifth wheel." Suzie melted at her accented English, and the smirk that preceded it.

"How do you know them?"

"University. We all met freshman year and have been friends for the last three years."

"That's great." Suzie's expression dropped slightly. "I didn't make any friends like that freshman year. Maybe next year."

"That's crazy! You're amazing; and very easy to love!"

Suzie perked up at her choice of phrase.

"This is quite a trip for college kids," Suzie offered, changing the subject

"Sherri's parents are loaded. This is her graduation present."

"I see."

"What about you, are you here with someone?" Her choice of words again interesting.

"I'm not here with anyone, I mean, I'm not here alone, but;” Suzie stammered nervously

"Family?"

"No,"

"Friends?"

"Not really,"

"A lover?" Those words flowed with French syrup and a cocked eyebrow.

"Definitely not," Suzie overcorrected, trying not to blush. She searched for the right description. "I'm here with, a business partner."

"I see," Monica dripped once again.

There was a short pause

"Hey," Suzie blurted finally, "do you want to go shopping?"

Monica smiled.

The two finished their drinks, and then set off together to explore the shops in the surrounding area. They laughed and had great fun. Placing Arthur's card down for hats, sunglasses, and various other trinkets flew directly in the face of what she had decided earlier in the day, but she didn't care. She just wanted to spend as much time with Monica as she could.

But as the day grew long, and Suzie checked her watch, she knew that their time had to come to an end.

"What are your plans for dinner?" Monica asked as they headed back towards where her friends were.

"I'm meeting my, business partner, unfortunately. In fact, I have to go get ready."

"I am sorry to hear that, Suzie." Monica said, her expression turning to a slight pout. She pulled Suzie in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek that made Suzie blush. "I'll see you tomorrow, yes?"

"I hope so," Suzie said indecisively, smiled, and left the raven haired beauty begrudgingly.

Back in her room, Suzie stepped under the warm spray of the shower and began running through the events of the day as she soaped up her naked, sun-soaked body. Monica and her friends seemed very cool, and she was thrilled to have met some people around her age. Fun people. Hot people.

She couldn't get the sight of Liv flashing her small perfect tits out of her mind. That girl had a perfect body, a perfect tan, perfect blonde hair, and a perfect smile. She couldn't stop wondering what she might look like fully naked. What she and Charlie might look like having sex. Suzie imagined Liv must be a vocal lover, that she moaned and revered every time Charlie pushed into her, that she cried out passionately when he made her cum.

Suzie's hand mindlessly drifted down between her legs.

And Sherri and Duke must have had a pretty healthy sex life as well, based on the way they flirted. She wondered if Sherri liked to take charge in the bedroom, if she was always on top and what it must be like to have those big beautiful tits bounce in your face as she rode you. She wondered if Duke had a cock like Dez Carter.

Suzie's body began to tingle. Her fingers slipped over her clit and found delicious wetness between her lips.

And Monica. Oh God, Monica. Suzie imagined being alone with her in the ornate bedroom of her suite. Kissing her full lips, feeling their bodies pressed together. She imagined Monica peeling back her bikini to reveal her two full, perfect tits. Monica pulling her face down to meet them. Taking her nipple into her mouth. Sucking.

Suzie's fingers slipped over her clit in perfect rhythm, the rain of the shower firing off delicious sensations across her tingling skin.

Both of them naked, touching, kissing. Suzie pressing her fingers inside Monica's perfect cunt. Fingers first, and then lips, tongues. In her mind, Suzie imagined what it would be like to taste Monica's cunt. To please her with her tongue. To make her cum.

She imagined looking down past her own tits, past her flat stomach, to see Monica looking up from between her legs. To feel her tongue,

Suzie gripped the steady bar in the shower tightly and cried out as she spasmed around her sliding fingers and came. Hard.

She started to breath normal again. She stuck her head under the cascading rain of the shower and let the water wash over her.

Monica's parting words played and replayed in her mind: "I'll see you tomorrow, yes?"

Suzie could feel the stares when she made her way into the restaurant.

After her shower she did her makeup and hair flawlessly, and slinked into the perfect, shimmering dress Arthur had gotten for her. It was the kind of dress that didn't allow her anything underneath, and it hugged her body like a lover. The shoes wrapped around her feet like golden snakes.

She looked good, she knew it, but she still felt her face flush at the attention; no one had ever looked at her like that before. It was equal parts embarrassing and exhilarating.

"Wow," she heard from behind her, turning to meet Arthur. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," she said with a coy smile. She could say the same thing for him as well. The man sure knew how to dress, that was for sure, and his wavy blonde hair was styled perfectly. His collarbone and chest peaked out through the undone buttons of his shirt. She wondered what it felt like. "Thank you for the dress. It's lovely."

"I'll say," he smiled, taking her hand and spinning her around slowly. "Amazing."

The host led them to their table, and the two shared a bottle of wine that was waiting for them.

"Did you enjoy yourself today?"

"I did," Suzie replied, smiling to herself at the thought of Monica. "Very much so. I met some really cool people, and hung around and;" suddenly she remembered the credit card. "Here, I need to give this back to you."

"Didn't you use it?"

"I did, but, I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because," she started, "this trip, this dress, everything, it's been truly amazing, but, I can't take your money. I can't feel like you're,” She couldn't quite finish the sentence, so Arthur did it for her.

"Paying you?"

"Exactly."

There was a pause, and Arthur took a sip of his wine.

"Paying you for what?"

His gaze was piercing. She felt a tingle in her body.

Before she could form an answer, she heard the voice of an angel from heaven call out "Suzie!" All at once, Monica was there. Stiletto heels held aloft skin-tight denim barely containing her considerable curves. Scoop neck blouse. Perfect cleavage. The tops of her tits jiggled deliciously as she walked toward them. Hair done like a dream. Lipstick; red.

Suzie started to feel faint.

"It's so good to see you again!" Monica gushed, touching Suzie's wrist and meeting her with a big smile. Suzie had no words. Monica was an absolute vision. "This must be your business partner!" she said, turning to Arthur.

"Business? Uh, right; yes, Monica, this is Arthur," Suzie blurted, trying to get a hold of herself.

"Lovely to meet you, Monica," Arthur said, shaking her hand. Then he spoke to her in French, surprising and delighting the brunette beauty. Of course he did.

"Listen, I wanted to tell you, Suzie, the five of us are going on a late night cruise in a sailboat tonight; maybe if you're not too busy, you could join us?"

"I, um, I'm not sure,” Suzie stammered again. Arthur kept quiet, only observing, tickled at the young girl's flabbergasted state.

"Let's see what time we get done with dinner, Suzie; it's been a long day for both of us." Arthur finally offered, putting her out of her misery.

"Yes, dinner. See what time." Suzie barely managed.

"Okay, well, I hope to see you there," the raven-haired beauty responded with a big smile. And headed off.

Arthur noticed that besides the courtesy of introduction, Monica never once addressed him or looked at him. Her eyes were on Suzie only. He couldn't blame her. He also couldn't blame her for running her hand up Suzie's forearm before leaving the way she did.

"She seems nice," he offered with a smile to the flustered Suzie. "Is she one of the new friends you made today?"

"Yeah. Yeah she is." Suzie offered back, clearly distracted.

Arthur smiled.

Suzie remained distracted through the rest of dinner. Pretty soon their plates were cleared, the last drop was drunk, and the two headed back up to their suite in the elevator. Suzie's mind was not on the near future, but on the possible future the entire ride.

Arthur held out his hand as they exited the elevator. Suzie snapped out of her daydream and gently took it.

They entered their suite, and Suzie felt a drop in her stomach. She had a decision to make.

"I need to go freshen up," she said, and padded off to her room.

She couldn't stop thinking about the decision in front of her. She couldn't stop thinking about Monica. She wanted to stay, but she didn't know if it was right. But then again, she had never quit anything in her life.

Arthur was waiting for her on the balcony when she came back out. The wind gently caught the collar of his shirt as he sipped his scotch.

Suzie took a deep breath.

"Arthur, I;"

"Before you say anything else," he said, cutting her off, "I have a surprise for you." she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "Put your sneakers on," he smiled.

Suzie was beaming. The warm night air was racing through her hair, the sound of the ocean water split and rolled from every side, and Monica sat next to her, the two delightfully rapt in conversation.

Arthur's surprise was that not only had he gotten them a spot on the night time cruise, he made sure Monica and her friends were the only other people on the boat.

Suzie looked over at Arthur who was enjoying his conversation with Sherri and Duke. He looked back at her. She smiled. He winked.

Suzie excused herself momentarily and made her way down below to use the restroom on the boat. She was all smiles. Floating along the boards back from the head, she was suddenly distracted from her swooning by muffled sounds coming from the far cabin. Passionate sounds.

Curiosity getting the better of her she followed her ear till she got to the slatted door of the rear cabin. Careful not to reveal herself, she peaked in and saw a familiar sight: Liv's bare tits. This time however they were in the hands of Charlie as he gripped and squeezed them, sucking on her hard nipples. She was propped up on the lipped edge of the cabin, her long, tanned legs wrapped around her lover, taking his cock inside her with each loving, assertive push.

Liv was clearly enjoying herself, her mouth hung open in deep, forceful gasps. She didn't need to announce it, Suzie could clearly tell she was cumming.

After her body stopped vibrating, Liv gently pushed Charlie backward, slipping him out of her. Suzie took in the sight of his glistening cock. It was big. Suzie watched in awe as Liv smiled, kissed Charlie on the lips, and then sank to her knees in front of him.

Charlie let out a long sigh when Liv took him into her mouth and began to work his length with her big, pillowy lips. This was no slow, sensual blowjob, Liv was on a mission. Her hand joined her mouth on his shaft, working him in time, her other hand lovingly cupping his balls. Charlie moaned, breathing heavy. It was only a couple moments before he let out a whispered "fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

Liv moaned in approval and opened her mouth, resting the head of his straining cock against her outstretched tongue. Her hands continued to work his shaft and balls with determination, and a loud, uncontrollable grunt escaped Charlie's throat. Suzie saw the first thick, white rope of cum leap into Liv's mouth. Then another. Then a third. A fourth, all gleefully jumping into her open mouth or splattering on her tongue.

Suzie had only heard stories from other girls about blow jobs, about their guys cumming in their mouths, and most of her girlfriends shared the same opinion: it was pretty gross. But here, with her boyfriend's cock spurting wildly, Suzie saw the corners of Liv's open mouth turn upward into a smile. The smile never left her face as Charlie's orgasm ebbed and Liv closed her mouth to swallow what he had given her. Never left as she took his spent cock back into her mouth gleefully to clean up what she missed. Never left as they basked in the afterglow. It was clear

Suzie slipped away back above deck to give them their privacy. She couldn't help but notice how wet she was.

Coming back above deck, the buzz of what she just witnessed coursed through her still as her eyes fell on Monica, who was talking to Arthur. She took a moment to drink it all in. To drink her in.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" The captain asked in a thick, Italian accent. Suzie turned to meet her, a statuesque beauty with long legs and auburn hair.

"Very much so, thank you," Suzie replied. Even the employees here were amazing, Suzie thought.

Looking back at Monica and Arthur, Monica turned to her and smiled. Suzie sighed longingly, smiled back, and moved to join them.

Soon enough the trip was over and the boat returned to the dock. The companions all said goodnight, Monica and Suzie taking the most time to part. They hugged. Suzie felt Monica's perfect body press tight against hers. Then a kiss on her cheek, a gentle squeeze of her hand as they parted, and a hope that they'd see each other again tomorrow.

Suzie floated back toward the hotel. Arthur didn't dare interrupt, and the two headed back in glowing silence.

In the elevator, Suzie couldn't help but reflect on how magical an evening it was. She replayed the moments in her mind, lingering on Monica's smile, on the times they fleetingly touched. She smiled to herself.

Her eyes then fell to Arthur. He was watching her from across the elevator, smirking pleasantly as he took in her elation. He had done this for her. He knew. He put the whole evening together, just for her.

"Thank you for tonight." she dripped in a syrupy tone. "Why did you do that for me?"

He looked her in the eye.

"Because I want you to have everything you desire."

Suzie held his stare. She saw no lie.

Her tongue gently moistened her lips.

Crossing the elevator floor, in a moment she was in front of him, breathing heavy. Nervous.

Her hand slid down the button panel and found the emergency stop button. She pressed it.

They hung between floors.

Suzie touched his arms. They felt strong.

Reaching up, almost on her tiptoes, she kissed him once gently on the mouth, and then, returning from the kiss, slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him.

Suzie felt her pulse pounding in her ears. Her hands were on his thighs. She felt his firm muscles underneath the fabric of his pants. Heart racing, she placed a flat hand over his zipper; she could feel him; he was already beginning to thicken.

A flutter swelled inside her stomach.

Using two hands, she steadied herself, and then slowly worked down the zipper of his pants. Her breath was already ragged as her fingers parted the fabric like the curtains of a play.

Then she felt him. She gently freed him from the confines of his pants, and all at once there he was: big, full balls; warm, thickening shaft, all smooth and hairless.

She felt the weight of his member in her hands, and she watched in amazement as it plumped into a full, strong erection.

"I've never done this before," Suzie practically whispered, looking up at Arthur like a nervous virgin. She felt one strap of her dress fall down off her shoulder; she didn't fix it.

"It's okay," he said with a smile, gently placing a comforting hand on the side of her face, "you'll learn."

Suzie's opened her mouth slowly, and felt a gentle guidance from the hand on her cheek. She followed the guidance, leaned in, and then for the first time in her life, 19 year old Suzie Travino took the soft, spongy head of a hard cock into her mouth.

Her lips closed. She was careful to not nick his sensitive flesh with her teeth. She felt around this new addition with her tongue, getting a sense for the feel, the ridges.

Arthur moaned.

Bracing her hands on his hips, Suzie closed her eyes and began to move. Her mouth watered as her lips began to slide over his flesh, making his cock slicker and slicker.

The gentle guidance of Arthur's hand returned, and she followed. He helped her along, drawing her mouth up and down his shaft. Her mouth watered. She felt him throb against her tongue. Soon Suzie's trepidation turned into determination.

Arthur moaned.

Her speed and intensity began to increase, but it was reckless. Unrefined.

Holding on tight to Arthur's hips, Suzie suckled and slurped on his cock at a deliberate, determined pace. She gagged once or twice as she tried, and failed, to take all of him into her mouth.

Regrouping and catching her breath, Suzie changed tack. Holding the fat, flared head of his cock in her mouth, suckling it like a nipple, Suzie brought her hands up and began stroking and massaging his shaft and balls.

Arthur moaned louder. His hand left her face and he braced himself on her bare shoulder.

Heat filled her entire person as she suckled and stroked. Arthur's grunts and moans were fuel to her, and they were beginning to come quicker and faster.

The thick cock in her mouth grew even stiffer. The head flared against her tongue.

"I'm going to cum, Suzie," Arthur gasped, "you're going to make me cum."

Suzie never ceased her pace, sucking and tonguing his head, stroking and milking with her hands. Arthur gripped her shoulder tight. He touched the side of her face again with his other hand. He cried out.

His balls shifted and jumped in her hand, her mouth flooded with viscous, salty cum.

She froze as his cock pumped and spasmed, filling her mouth with his semen.

It kept coming, and instinctively Suzie swallowed.

More cum.

She swallowed again.

And again.

His spasming slowed and ebbed. His breathing returned to normal.

Suzie slipped her lips off him and gently tucked his cock back into his pants and raised up his zipper. He offered her his hand and she took it, raising back to her feet. She fixed her fallen strap that had partially exposed her tit.

Suzie turned off the emergency break, and the two stood in silence the rest of the trip up, neither taking their eyes off the other.

Entering the suite, Suzie reached for a bottle of water, taking a big pull.

"Goodnight, Arthur," she said as she turned and made her way toward her room. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She ran her tongue over her lips. Lips that had only hours before been wrapped around the hard cock of a practical stranger. Lips that welcomed him into her mouth, lips that drew out his thick load of cum and sent it down her throat.

Suzie had been 18 when she had her first sexual experience, and now, well into her 19th year, she had finally sucked a cock. She was officially a cocksucker.

A small smirk pulled at her lips.

Rolling out of bed, she threw a robe over her nude body and stepped nervously out into the main room of the suite. Her eyes darted around, searching for signs of Arthur. The suite was empty, though that didn't stop her cheeks from flushing at the mere thought of him and what they had done, what she had done To him.

A note lay next to a single flower in a vase on a nearby table.

"Good morning, hope you had wonderful dreams," it read. "I'm going for a drive in the country for lunch, and I'd love for you to join me. No worries if you have other plans though." She smiled at the note. He was giving her all the latitude in the world to process what they had done last night, a very sweet gesture on his part. And still Suzie realized it was a feeling out gesture for himself as well. Joining him would mean the previous night's activities were met positively, choosing not to might imply more trepidation.

Suzie noted the time and place to meet him, she had plenty of time to think it over.

Dropping her robe right there in the middle of the suite, she padded back toward her room and ran the shower.

Soaping her body up under the spray, her mind swirled with thoughts of the night before.

Right there in the elevator she had dropped to her knees and taken out his cock. Taken it into her mouth. Sucked him. Tasted him. The sensation of him sliding back and forth between her lips was like nothing she had ever felt before, both invasive and empowering all at the same time. He was penetrating her mouth, yet she felt more in control than she ever did while having sex. More so than any handjob she had given.

Handjobs always felt like a means to an end for her, but this; this had been much more. When she gave handjobs to her boyfriend she was just trying to get him off. When she sucked Arthur's cock, she realized she was trying to please him.

If she was being honest, she wasn't even totally sure that she liked men, and yet for some reason, there on her knees in an elevator in Italy, she wanted nothing more than to make that man cum. She wanted to impress him.

And cum he had, right into her mouth. She tasted it. She even swallowed! Standing under the water of the shower, Suzie thought back to all her high school friends who bemoaned how gross cum was, how disgusting it was to swallow. She felt bad for those girls now. Suzie felt gleefully accomplished by what she had done. But still, somewhere at the back, there was a twinge of dissatisfaction.

Suzie knew she cheated.

He was big. Not as big as Dez Carter, she didn't think, but size didn't matter when she was just using her hands. This was something wholly different. She couldn't take the whole thing inside her mouth, despite her best efforts. She remembered gagging when she tried to take too much, or he pushed too deeply too quickly, and she instantly felt embarrassed. Sure it was only her first time, but Suzie was Suzie, and she wanted to be good at everything she did.

And so, not wanting to look like the total novice she was, Suzie held his tip in her mouth, and fell back onto her legendary handjob skills to get Arthur off. It worked, and he didn't complain, but for Suzie the perfectionist there would always be an asterisk next to her first blowjob.

In her mind's eye Suzie saw the image of the blonde, Australian Liv, on her knees sucking off her boyfriend Charlie with her full lips, confident and practiced, and she felt herself getting jealous.

After her shower, Suzie dressed to reflect how sexy and invincible she felt. Short shorts that held her ass so perfectly she didn't even have to button them; an extremely flattering, extremely revealing bikini top; thin, sheer over shirt; and lipstick, a bold color that almost yelled "look at these, guess what they did last night."

She wondered when he'd ask her to do it again.

"Good morning, ma cherie!" that angelic French voice called out. Suzie's body tingled. Monica breezed onto the patio where Suzie was enjoying her breakfast, giving her a kiss on the cheek before sitting down across from her. "I'm so glad you are still here!"

"Morning, Monica, me too," she said, hoping her blush wasn't too obvious.

"What an amazing night, no? I hope you slept well after such a night!"

Suzie smiled as the memory of last night spent with the older French beauty and her friends flashed in her mind. As soon as she entered her room, after her ride back up with Arthur, she tumbled to her bed and thrust her fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy. The thrill of what she had just done turned her on like nothing before, but it was the knowledge that sucking Arthur's cock meant she had more time with Monica that made her explode. There in the bed, with her first taste of semen still on her lips, Suzie exploded in orgasm, and then passed blissfully into sleep.

"I did, thank you," she said, her blush returning, "did you?"

"Like a baby," she chuckled, before adding "these beds though, they are comfortable, but they are so large, much too large for one person, don't you think?" The smirk that accompanied her words sent another tingle through Suzie's body.

"Oh, I would definitely agree," Suzie offered back timidly. She'd never been flirted with like this before, especially not by a woman.

"Tell me, what are you doing today? Please say nothing, I would love for you to join us on the hike we have planned later!"

"Well," she began, and paused, thinking of Arthur. She wanted nothing more than to spend all day with this gorgeous French knockout, and Arthur had clearly given her the out if she wanted it, but at the same time she didn't want to be rude. She wanted to set the tone with him moving forward as one of friendship and companionship, not awkwardness and aloofness.

And yet why did she feel that way, she thought? She had committed to giving the man on-demand blowjobs, wasn't that enough? A good portion of the reason she did it was sitting across from her right now, so why not take advantage of the time she bought? But there was another remaining reason as well: she liked Arthur, and the truth was she didn't hate sucking his cock, enjoyed it even, and wanted him to know the experience was a good one for her. For next time.

"I'm having lunch with my business partner," she finally let out, surprised at the choice she had made, but not regretting it, "but I'd love to meet up later this evening!"

"Oui, oui, your Business partner," Monica teased dismissively. "I will see you later then. It's a date." Monica stood up, moving toward Suzie, taking her by the hand. "You tell that business partner of yours that this is vacation, not work, yes? This is about having Fun."

Full, French lips kissed Suzie's cheek. This time she couldn't hide the blush.

Monica glided off with a wave, and Suzie tried to cool down her overheated body with a large pull of ice water.

Suzie made her way down to the meeting place that Arthur gave her, and found him on the phone, leaning against the hood of a very expensive convertible sports car.

Catching her out of the corner of his eye as she approached, Arthur smiled, and offered a "I'll have to call you back" to the person on the other end, and ended the call.

"Hi," he said with an almost timid smile

"Hi yourself," She said back. She tried to play it cool, but a quick smile escaped.

"I'm so glad you came." Arthur made no assumptions about their current level of intimacy. No hug, no kiss. The ball was entirely in Suzie's court. He moved to open the passenger door. "Shall we?"

"We shall!" The warm leather felt nice on her bare legs.

They didn't talk much on the ride, but honestly they didn't need to. The scenery was so gorgeous, Suzie was completely enthralled by the colors, the light, the absolute works of natural art that were unfolding in front of her eyes.

The car effortlessly wound through the hills, and soon came to a breathtaking clearing, speckled by large, overhanging trees, that looked down on the entire shoreline below. Stopping just off the path, Arthur opened the trunk to retrieve a picnic basket and blanket, and the two walked over and set down beneath a tree with a perfect view.

Arthur opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and handed one to Suzie.

"What should we drink to?" Suzie asked.

"To new friends," Arthur replied with a smile

"And new experiences."

The wine was exceptional.

"So is this where you take all your women after they blow you for the first time?" Suzie said, shattering the ice as they picked at the food. Arthur almost choked.

"No, no," he chuckled, "I just love it up here, and wanted to share it with you."

"Well thank you, it's beautiful."

"Speaking of; how are you doing? After last night?"

Suzie considered the question for a while before answering truthfully

"I have a lot of feelings about it. A lot of questions. But generally I'm good. I'm; really good."

"I'm glad to hear it," Arthur said with a relieved smile. "What kind of questions do you have?"

"I'm not sure where to begin."

"Start with the first one," Arthur chuckled

"Well;” Suzie felt like she should be more hesitant for a play by play of the event, but she was switching into analytical mode now. "Was I; good?"

"Did you forget how it ended?"

"I know, I know, but making a guy cum is easy. Could you tell it was my first time?"

"Yes."

"It was that bad, huh?"

"No!" Arthur laughed. "It wasn't bad at all! It was; eager; but unrefined."

"Was it the worst you've ever had?"

"Not by a long shot. There was this one time;” Arthur stopped himself.

"Go on, please!"

"Once, in France, there was this one girl who practically jumped me as soon as we got to our Hotel, I didn't even have to ask."

"And?"

"And she went down, and it was; rough. She said she had done it before, but if she had it was with guys who only watched porn. Or maybe she learned it from porn, I don't know, but it was;”

"Did you cum?"

"Not that first time, no, but we figured it out."

"She got better?"

"With practice."

Suzie felt a tingle inside her at the prospect.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"With her? Yeah, sure, we got there eventually, like I said."

"No, I mean; with me."

Their eyes locked

"I did, Suzie," Arthur said finally, "very much."

Suzie hid her smile behind a sip of her wine, and took a breath.

"Do I get to ask any questions?" Arthur said, popping a grape into his mouth.

"Sure," She said back. She felt a cool sweat on her back.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Oh God, was it that bad?" Suzie said, throwing a hand up to hide her face.

"No, no nothing like that," Arthur said with a sympathetic chuckle, "I could tell you have; experience with men," he said delicately, "but I wasn't sure how much."

"I'm not, but I may as well be," she bemoaned, "I've only had sex a few times, but it wasn't very good."

"With men?"

"Of course with men, what do you mean?" She said defensively.

"Come on, Suzie," Arthur chided.

"I've only had sex with men," she restated.

"But you'd like to with women too," Arthur said. It wasn't a question so much as a statement.

She took a moment. Sure there had been an unspoken thing last night that Arthur picked up on, and sure he seemed exceptionally cool with it, but the truth was that Suzie had never actually said the words out loud to anyone, not even herself. She took a big breath.

"Yes." Every nerve ending in her body fired when she said it.

"How come you never have?"

"It's just;” how could she possibly distill it down to something easily explainable? "I've come close once or twice; but I've been afraid. Of what certain people would think."

"Because it's not part of their plan for you?" He said sympathetically.

"Yes."

"I understand. Totally."

He put his hand on hers. She didn't pull away.

"And what about Monica?"

"What about her?"

"You'd like to have sex with her."

"Oh God, yes." she blurted out before realizing it. "I just; I don't know, it's very overwhelming."

"I see, I see." he said, chuckling along with her. He refilled their glasses. They each took a drink.

"So how did you know I've had 'experience with men'," Suzie asked after a deep pull.

"Well;” he began, a smirk pulling at the side of his mouth, the faintest evidence of blush forming in his cheeks. "; I could tell it was your first time for some things, but; well, to be blunt, you finished me off like someone who's had at least their hands around a cock or two."

They both laughed together at the crudeness.

"Yeah, I have," she said with an embarrassed grin, still laughing.

"What's the story there?"

"Well, I had got a boyfriend in high school when I turned 18, like I was supposed to, and we were physical with each other, like two 18 year olds were supposed to be, but I didn't want to have sex, so I; focused on handjobs."

"Focused?"

"I'm a very driven person, Arthur. Sometimes I wish I wasn't. But the fact is, I want to be the best at the things I do. Whatever they may be."

"I see," Arthur said, shifting in his seat slightly. "And; were you?"

"Yes. In the whole school."

"What? How could you possibly know that?"

"Before I graduated, I went to the biggest slut in school and asked him for an honest opinion."

"Impressive."

"And I do mean Biggest."

"Wow. Sounds like your boyfriend was a lucky guy."

"Yes and no. I mean he got a lot of handjobs, I mean a Lot, but I don't think he ever really appreciated them."

"Men at that age rarely appreciate an amazing woman when they have one."

Suzie smiled, blushing, and took another drink.

"So where does this all come from?" She asked. "The vacations, the propositions, why?"

Arthur smiled painfully, then turned away looking across the vista.

"I was in love a long time ago. Very in love. Engaged. She left me. The first trip was meant to be our honeymoon. I decided to go, and in a moment of depression and I guess lashing out, I made the first deal."

"Who was the first?"

"Her best friend."

"Oh boy."

"We hated each other. From the moment I met her. After my fiancé and I broke up, once she found out I was still going on the trip, she kept hounding me, trying to convince me to take her with me. I was fed up with her, and so; I gave her the deal. I thought it would back her off. I never thought she'd say yes, and when she said yes, I never thought either of us would go through with it.

"But she did?"

"The first day together had been really tense. I was on edge because I was supposed to be on my honeymoon, and we got into an argument, and angrily I told her it was time to pay up. To my utmost surprise, she walked over, got down in front of me, said 'a deal's a deal," and; well, you know."

"Wow. Was it like; mean? Angry?"

"No. It was actually one of the most loving, considerate experiences I've ever had. After it was over, something changed between us. The tension was gone, and we spent the rest of the trip really getting to know each other, and having a great time. She's one of my closest friends now."

"Did you guys have sex?"

"Nope, not once. In fact, funny thing is, she met her husband on that trip. I didn't even find out she met someone until after we got back."

"Wow." Suzie took a sip of her wine. "Was she the best?"

"No," Arthur chuckled, "no, not that one."

"I'm dying to know who she is;”

"Why are you so interested?"

"Because," Suzie said, sliding a bit closer to Arthur, "maybe I want to know who the competition is."

"It's a competition now?" Arthur said with a smile.

"I told you, whatever I'm doing, I want to be the best."

"Why did you decide to stay?"

"Because I knew if I didn't, I'd regret it for the rest of my life."

"Did you stay for me; or for her?"

Suzie looked deep into his eyes. They were beautiful. Sexy. Kind.

"I stayed for me."

"I'm glad."

The heat of the moment was overwhelming for Suzie. The buzz of the wine, the vista, the warm breeze, the entirety of it was washing over her. Her body was buzzing. She licked her lips.

Gently her hand drifted to Arthur’s pants.

"Suzie, you don't have to, "

"This isn't for you," she dripped, "this is for me. Because I need to know if I'm really the best. And I need to know from you."

She relaxed him back, and felt between his legs. He was already hard. She eased open his pants and felt him. Warm. firm. His cock met the warm afternoon air, and he let out a deep breath as Suzie began to dance her finger tips around it. He was just as big as she remembered.

"This is a gorgeous cock you have here, Arthur," she said. She knew guys liked to hear that, but this time it wasn't just pillow talk. It was true. Dez's had been so big as to be intimidating, and her boyfriend's had been whatever, but with this one, she began to get it. It had felt good in her mouth, and now, for the first time, she began to wonder what it might feel like in her pussy. His balls were full and heavy, and he groaned as she cupped them, rolling them gently in her hand.

Reaching over into the picnic basket, she retrieved the olive oil they brought for their bread, and dripped some into her hand. She wanted this to be as smooth as possible for him. She continued to tease him, not giving him what he wanted, and instinctively leaned in, beginning to kiss and peck at his neck.

"Is this okay?" she whispered, realizing that even though she had taken his cock in her mouth the night before, had swallowed his cum, lovingly kissing his neck somehow felt like the most intimate thing they had done so far.

He nodded in approval, and she smiled. She turned her focus back to torturing him, running fingers up and down, gently pressing and massaging the spongy head of his cock. Even without fully taking him in her hand yet, she could feel his breath getting more and more labored.

Then finally, at the perfect moment, Suzie slipped her slickened fist down his entire length, from tip to root. Arthur groaned loudly. Suzie smiled.

Slowly, methodically, Suzie worked her hand up and down his shaft, playing him like a musical instrument. She didn't just jerk him off, she listened. To his sounds, to his body; She knew just when to go hard, when to back off, when to tease, and when to give him what he wanted.

Precum was pouring down his shaft, slickening her strokes, and telling her he was getting close. She smiled, and sat up, shifting to kneel between his legs for the kill, discreetly untying her bikini top as she moved. Settling in, looking down at him over his big, desperately straining cock, she gripped him now with both hands, one on his shaft, the other on his balls, and began not stroking, not jerking, but milking him. It was as if she was summoning his orgasm like a spirit.

Arthur's moans got louder. His body twitched and buzzed at her ministrations. He was getting close, beginning to lose control, and at just the right moment, Suzie dipped her shoulders in such a way that her bikini top fell down, freeing her supple, hard-nippled tits to the warm Mediterranean air.

This was all it took. Arthur's gasps came fast and hard. His hand slapped down, grabbing her thigh, and with a loud, bright, cry of pleasure, Suzie felt his cock thicken even more, harden even more. His balls jumped in her hand, and he erupted two quick shots of hot cum high into the air.

Suzie smiled, making encouraging cooing sounds as she worked him through his orgasm. His throbs started to ebb, and his cum trickled down over her fingers. Kneeling there with his twitching cock in her hands, Suzie realized that for the first time in her life, she truly enjoyed making a man cum. Sure, she had had fun making her boyfriend cum, making Dez cum, but it was the achievement, the success, that she liked, not the act itself. It was different with Arthur. She didn't just enjoy getting him off, she enjoyed giving him pleasure.

Reaching over for a napkin, she cleaned his jizz off her hands, then tidied up his cock and balls before tucking him back in his pants. Arthur was still catching his breath.

"Well?" she said, looking at him with a wry smile, "am I?"

All he could do was laugh, nod, and say "at that? Yeah; definitely."

They both cleaned up and relaxed, going back to their wine, more comfortable sharing with each other than ever, but with some questions still lingering.

"Do you even enjoy it? Sex with men, I mean,"

"I want to," she said, smiling delicately, "honestly, I don't know what I enjoy."

"Then why did you do that?"

"Because I wanted to show you I'm a good student, Arthur," she dripped with a syrupy tone, "and I'm ready to learn."

"Have you ever made love to a woman?"

The question swirled around Suzie's head, riding the wave of Liv's Australian twang. Looking over the fire at Monica, she could feel herself beginning to blush.

After her eventful lunch with Arthur, they had made their way back to the resort, where Suzie jumped in the shower. She thought back to their lunch, remembering the warm breeze passing over her exposed, hard nipples while Arthur's cock throbbed and spurt in her hands, and found herself wishing he had touched her. Kissed her. She knew he wouldn't though, not unless he knew she wanted him to.

When she got out of the shower, Arthur was gone. He left her another note, telling her he had some things to take care of, and that she should feel free to enjoy the rest of the evening on her own; or with whomever else she pleased.

She smiled to herself. Monica.

Bouncing out of the suite she caught up with the raven-haired beauty and her friends. They had a beautiful dinner together on the patio, and then stole their way down to the beach, where they lit a fire, continuing to laugh and drink into the night. Suzie was buzzing.

But now she was blushing.

"I, uh; no, I haven't," she stammered at Liv's question. Once they'd had enough to drink, they broke out into a game of truth or dare, and it didn't take long for the questions and dares to get more risqué. It had been revealed that Duke once got caught masturbating by his grandmother; Sherri had had an affair with one of her professors; Charlie never had a threesome, but did have what he called a "two and a half;" and that Liv had had, and enjoyed, anal sex. This last one was news to her boyfriend Charlie, which made everyone laugh.

"Have you ever wanted to?" Liv followed up with a naughty smirk.

Suzie was in the process of overheating from embarrassment when Monica suddenly came to her rescue.

"That's two questions in a row, that's not allowed!" Monica's hand went protectively to Suzie's knee. The two had sat close to each other by the fire, nearly as close as the other couples, yet they hadn't touched. Not until now. Her hand felt warm and soft. It gave Suzie confidence.

"No, it's fine, Monica," Suzie said, putting her hand on the brunette's. She recognized what Liv's question was, a test. Information gathering. She decided to oblige. "In fact I have. I Almost did. In high school. I was at a party, and me and this girl got close; real close; but it fell apart before anything good could happen."

"I see," said Liv, inquisitively, "do you wish you had done it?"

Monica's head snapped back toward Liv

"Yeah," Suzie said, with a faraway look, "I think it would have been pretty amazing if it happened."

There was a pregnant pause among the whole group, before Suzie got the game going again.

"Monica, truth or dare?"

"Truth," she said, looking Suzie in the eye.

Suzie had so many questions. Could I kiss you? Do you want to get out of here? Would you let me between your legs? But then there was one thing and one thing only she was wondering at that moment: "have You ever made love to a woman?"

Monica smiled, and looked away. "Yes," she said after a moment.

"Care to elaborate?" Sherri offered.

"No!" she barked back, "I follow the rules of the game!"

The whole group laughed.

They continued their reveries until the alcohol ran out, and in the wee hours of the morning the group decided to go their separate ways. Charlie told Liv he was going to have more questions about her love of anal sex when they got back to the room, and the pair bounced off, leaving Sherri, Duke, Monica and Suzie to decide what came next. Sherri suggested they all watch a movie, so they retired to the room shared by Sherri, Duke and Monica, and threw on the first thing they found. Settling in to watch it, Sherri and Duke on one bed, Monica and Suzie on another, not one of them made it past the first 10 minutes before falling asleep.

Sometime later, Suzie awoke, slowly. Forgetting for a moment where she was, she took stock of her surroundings. First, an arm around her waist, Monica's. It tucked her gently into the French girls' body, and she could feel her gentle rhythmic breath on her neck. Suzie smiled, and felt a pleasant tingle in her belly.

Second, sounds. Hushed sounds. Shifting. Rhythmic movement. Small gasps. All coming from the other bed, from Sherri and Duke. Without giving away she was awake, Suzie looked over, and in the pale blue light of pre-dawn she saw the silhouette of Sherri's amazing body sitting up straight on top of Duke, riding him. Fucking him. Sherri's head lolled around, lost in pleasure. Two hands reached up from the bed and grasped her big, luscious tits, squeezing them. Loving them. Sherri let out a quiet groan. Suzie almost matched it. She was transfixed.

"It is hard not to watch, no?," an almost imperceptible whisper floated into her ear from behind. "I watch them sometimes too."

Suzie felt Monica's arm retract until her hand laid flat on Suzie's belly.

"It is mesmerizing," she continued, "the way they move; the way they fuck; I can almost feel their pleasure myself." her hand began to slide lower on Suzie's belly at an excruciatingly slow pace. "So I stay so very still; so very quiet; and I watch them; and I join in their pleasure." Her hand stopped just at the top of Suzie's waistband, dancing there for a moment, waiting for Suzie to object. She didn't.

The elastic of her panties stretched ever so slightly, and then for the first time in her life, Suzie felt another woman's fingers slide over her trimmed tuft of public hair.

Suzie was buzzing. Excited. Nervous. Heart beating a mile a minute. She wanted to scream, to breathe deep and loud, but she couldn't, she couldn't give away she was awake. And so with Monica's breath dancing on the hairs of her neck, she did the only thing she could do, the only thing she wanted to do, she discreetly parted her legs, and welcomed Monica's hand between them.

Monica moaned into Suzie's ear as her fingers dipped between her lips. Suzie was already soaked, and she accepted her new friend's digits easily. She closed her eyes, no longer interested in the two lovers on the opposite bed. Her only focus now was feeling the fingers sliding gently across her clit and between her lips, the feeling of another woman pushing into her pussy for the first time.

The sensation built inside her quickly. She felt herself stretch around Monica's penetrating fingers each time she dipped inside her, dragging her juices back up to slicken Suzie's clit. Rubbing. Touching. Teasing.

"Are you watching them?" Monica whispered into Suzie's ear, causing her eyes to dreamily open. The lovers had shifted positions. Duke was behind Sherri now, gripping her body tightly, throwing his cock into her body. Suzie gasped when she saw the blue light of the coming day pass between them on each out stroke, giving her a silhouetted peek at his member on each outward stroke. It was thick. "This is the best part, when they forget there are others in the room, and they lose themselves in their passion."

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Sherri gasped. Duke groaned in response and began laying into her as hard as he could. Monica was right, there was no hiding what they were doing now. Their bodies slapped loudly together, breath heaved, moans and cries of oncoming orgasm sneaking out of them both.

Suzie's body was buzzing. Monica's nimble fingers pleasured her in unison with the thrusts so near to her, and she began to twitch and shake.

"You must stay still, my love, and oh so quiet," Monica delicately instructed. It took everything inside Suzie to obey.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Sherri cried.

"Me too, me too!" Duke answered between heaving strokes

"In my pussy, fuck, baby, cum in my pussy, yes, Yes"

Sherri's body was the first to explode. She trembled and shook uncontrollably, and buried her face in a pillow as she cried out in pleasure. Duke was next, pushing deep, pushing hard, his whole body tensing as he emptied his balls deep inside his lover. Then Suzie, overwhelmed by the stimulation, sucked in a deep breath and held it as Monica's fingers sent a lightning bolt of pleasure coursing through her. She came, hard.

"Yes, baby, yes," Monica cooed into Suzie's ear, guiding her through the most intense orgasm of her life. She felt small, delicate kisses along the sensitive skin of her neck, in tandem with the slick stroking fingers between her legs.

The three orgasming bodies came back to earth, and Monica delicately slipped her fingers out of Suzie's pussy.

"Goddamn, I love vacation," Duke whispered, the two of them laughing in response.

"Now close your eyes, my love. They mustn't know we saw." Monica concluded.

Suzie closed her eyes, and she and Monica feigned sleep as Duke and Sherri both made their way to the bathroom. The sound of the shower started, and Suzie sat up with a start.

"Is everything okay, Suzie?" Monica said. Suzie looked back at her, she was ravishing, even in the pale morning light.

"I; I need to go," Suzie croaked, and quickly gathered her things. "I'm sorry, I just;” Suzie couldn't find the words to finish her sentence. She was overcome by a sudden heat, and a need to get fresh air. With a weak smile and an "I'm sorry," Suzie left the room and headed back to her own suite.

"So why did you run?" Arthur asked as he and Suzie enjoyed breakfast in their suite. She was too timid to be seen by Monica after how she acted, and asked if Arthur would join her in the suite. They of course began talking, and it didn't take long for Suzie to tell him all about what had happened.

"I don't know," she groaned, stirring her coffee, "it was all just so overwhelming."

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it. But it was; a lot. Watching two people fucking, having a woman touch me for the first time; it opened up some emotions I wasn't quite ready for. I think I just need some time to process it all."

"I don't doubt it." There was a silence as Arthur took a sip of his orange juice, looking out over the ocean. "I think I have something that might get your mind off it though."

Suzie cocked her eyebrows at him dismissively. "You want me to blow you right now? After everything I just said?"

"No, no,," he laughed, "but I've got something prepared for later tonight. This will be very special, trust me."

"How so?"

"You told me you were ready to learn; so you are going to have a lesson."

"A lesson?"

"Yes." he smiled devilishly. "And that's all I'm going to say."

"I see," she said, her mind already focused on what that could be, and no longer on Monica. "And are you going to be my teacher?" She said with a flirty tone. She couldn't deny that the thought of sucking Arthur's cock again sent a tingle through her depths.

"Maybe; maybe not. You'll just have to find out!" he took a big sip of his drink, "unless you're not interested, of course."

"I'll see you tonight, you jackass," Suzie snarked, tossing her napkin at him as she got up and headed toward her room. "And thanks for listening," she followed up with, sincerely, before she disappeared.

"My pleasure, Suzie. My pleasure."

Arthur was right. At least he was mostly right. For the rest of the day, thoughts of Monica were pushed to the side in anticipation of what might be coming that evening. What this "lesson" might entail. She was very surprised; she couldn't remember the last time the prospect of sexual interaction with a man excited her so much. She thought it never would. Now she was thinking maybe it just needed to be the right man. Or maybe it was just Arthur. In the shower, later that morning, when she shut her eyes and fantasized, it was still women she pictured. She had thoughts of Arthur's cock as she touched herself, but It was still Monica she saw when she came. As much as she was surprised at the thoughts of Arthur, she was not surprised at the thoughts of Monica. One thing she knew for sure is that despite what had happened, how she had reacted, she wanted Monica. Bad. She just needed time to process. Still, she kept to herself until lunchtime, when she knew Monica and her friends would be off adventuring outside the resort. She was acting childishly, she knew it, but she couldn't help it.

She ate dinner alone that night, a note from Arthur left for her, telling her to enjoy herself, then meet him back at the suite at 8 pm. Even though she was alone, she still dressed to impress, and still did her makeup impeccably; she didn't know when this game of his was going to commence, and she wanted to look good. She didn't eat much, due to her nerves and excitement. Her mind was spinning with possibilities as she took the elevator back to her floor, and she practically floated back to the room. Pausing to take a deep breath, she swiped the key card and went in.

"Good evening, Suzie, I hope you had a lovely dinner." he said, stepping into the open area. "I see you made yourself comfortable. That's good."

"What's going on?" She said, not alarmed, but confused. "I thought we were;”

"Having a lesson?"

She nodded

"We are. I know how much you want to be the best at what you do, and I know how limited our time is. And I know in order to have a good lesson, you need a good teacher;”

Suzie heard the clack of high heels on the solid marble floor

" So I invited a good teacher to join us."

Suzie's eyes almost bugged out of her head and her throat went instantly dry as she looked up at the owner of the heels, the woman in the amazing, dark grey dress. Perfect hair, blood red lips, smokey eyes, plump tits pushed up into impeccable cleavage. There joining Arthur on the landing; was Suzie's friend, and former teacher, Miss Dorman.

"Hello, Suzie."

"Miss Dorman; Julia; what are you;” Stunned, she turned to Arthur. "Arthur, what is she;”

"I figured if you wanted to learn, you should learn from the best. Well; Julia is the best."

To be continued. By Liminally Spaced for Literotica