Jud finished his Government final early, both the last of his tests and his last class, but sat waiting till the room emptied. He and Gillian smiled at each other and both turned to look at Jennifer in the doorway. Jud stood and met her at the desk, dropping his test with the others.
"Gillian, we wanted to… to thank you together," Jennifer said.
"It isn't necessary. It was my pleasure, too," she grinned.
"Just the same… "Jud added.
"Things've worked out right for me too. I'm flying to France next Wednesday to meet Alex," she beamed.
"That's great," Jud said.
Jennifer looked at the two of them and moved back to the door, checking the now empty hallway. She nodded, and Jud lifted Gillian from her chair into his arms. They kissed, knowing this would be the last time, that their affair was now part of the past though the feelings would continue.
Gillian watched the two of them leave with a feeling of loss, but turned the feeling away, knowing she was happy for both them and herself. The six day wait before she could join Alex seemed an eternity after the long months, and she wished that her relationship with Jud had not ended, that they could share the time. Yet it had ended, easily and of its own, having traveled its natural course. And now her course was back toward Alex, and she felt the expectancy warm her.
Jud and Jennifer walked out across the near deserted parking lot, the late spring sun warm upon them. He stopped at his car and turned to her.
"You want to come out to the boat?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded with a smile. "Promised a lady I would."
"Oh?" she asked, confused for a moment, smiling when she realized he was referring to Deena. "Oh."
"Yeah," he nodded again.
As they drove, he told her of meeting Deena after leaving her at the house boat. She listened happily, and told him how well she and Zap had been getting along. When they arrived Deena had already changed into a bikini and was drying herself off beside Zap on the walkway of the house boat. Jennifer hugged Zap and went inside with him.
"Thought I'd take you up on your offer," Jud said, appreciating the effect of the beige bikini upon her tanned body.
"I'm glad," she smiled enticingly. "Want to smoke a number?" He nodded and they followed Zap and Jennifer through the doorway. Zap looked up, already lighting a hand rolled joint. Jennifer smiled, pulling a T-shirt down over her full breasts to meet her blue-jean cutoffs.
They sat together, smoking; and then Zap and Jennifer excused themselves, driving off. Jud and Deena sat listening to the stereo, watching the fish below the glass flooring.
"Finish with finals today?" she asked.
"Um," he nodded, looking up to find his eyes upon the beige strips of cloth and the fullness they contained rather than covered.
"Must be a relief," Deena said, noting his eyes.
"Kind of strange though. Uncertain," he shrugged.
"Yeah," he agreed.
Their eyes met and they sat staring, seeking to read each other's thoughts through their eyes. Jud rose up onto his knees, a few feet between them. Was it always a little awkward with uncertainty, with trying to be sure, he wondered. Well… he thought, and leaned forward to kiss her.
Deena's lips responded as they had before, and her fingers moved down to pull his shirt from his slacks, sliding up, under and over his back to draw him to her. He touched her, startled at the contact of flesh to flesh, having momentarily forgotten the bikini.
They leaned over and laid on the floor, and her tongue became a torch burning within his mouth. His fingers freed her top as she removed his shirt, and there was no more need for uncertainty, both of them having known when they first kissed. He felt her breasts press outward against his chest and his hands pulled the bottom loose as her hands opened his pants. He kicked them away and their bodies moved together, flesh to flesh, their hands moving, their mouths blending. She reached down and caressed his stiff lance, and his fingers were within her cove, enchanting the soft pearl. There was no rush, no threat of interruption, but they both felt an urgency, a drive to come together, and they both slid his prod up into her shimmering fissure.
Their kiss continued, their hands fondling and gleaning, as he began to move within her. She arched against him, and the music and the lapping of the water became a part of the room they no longer knew, knowing only the drive to excite and please the other, attacking every area of flesh in a search to find the pleasure points of the other, all the while working at the union of their loins, pumping and churning, pressing and pulling.
Their mouths kissed and sucked and chewed and bit, their fingers engulfed, pressed and pulled, and their loins rushed together and pulled themselves away, and drove and turned and rolled as sounds spilled unheard from their lips. Deena wrenched at his hard skewer and he spiraled it down into her soft depths, and both felt the aching quest begin to rise, grabbing at them, shaking them with its intensity, broiling and thundering within their minds, peeling their flesh away, slamming into them, rocking their foundations, spilling over to fling them into the holocaust of pure pleasure.
Their bodies continued to spasm for long minutes, and they held each other, kissing lightly, their eyes glazed with the brightness. Then Deena stood and drew him after her through the doorway. She pulled at him and he laughingly tugged back, pulling her into his arms, feeling the sun and breeze upon their naked bodies as they kissed. He looked down at her and then threw them over into the water. She squealed and they disappeared in a shower of sunlit water, returning to the surface a moment later to come back into one another's arms.
Jennifer had Zap drive her the scant mile down the beach that separated her from the rape scene. She had decided she needed to rid herself of that last vestige of dread. It was hard to believe that the gentle dunes, and the pale beach with the easy slide of had been the location of that night's grotesque drama.
"How does it feel?" Zap asked.
"Strange, but not scary."
"Good," he nodded.
They walked down the dunes, and stood watching the blue water furl around their ankles. They looked up from the water, and kissed.
"Want to leave the car and walk? It should be okay."
She nodded and they strolled back in the direction of the house boat, their arms around one another. Jennifer broke into a run, water glistening around the falls of her feet, and Zap ran after her, their joyful laughter ringing out. Catching up, he reached out and caught her arm. They tumbled and rolled into the water, their mouths joining as they embraced. After a time, Zap looked down into her face and slid his hand up over the wet T-shirt to the clear impressions of her nipples, tweaking them playfully.
"Might as well be nay-keyed," he scolded jokingly.
"What about you, mister?" she grinned, grabbing the clear impression of his prick through his jeans.
"Then… why not?" he smiled, pushing the T-shirt up over the water slickened smoothness of her belly.
"Somebody'll come along."
"Nah."
"They might," she offered, letting him slip the T-shirt over head.
"Might," he agreed, working her cutoffs and panties from her hips.
"Then again they might not," she mused, sliding his shirt from his shoulders and unzipping his jeans.
"Think they will?" he asked, tossing his jeans back up onto the beach.
"We'd probably hear their car," she shrugged, sliding her hands over his chest and stomach.
"Then, again, we might not," he smiled, caressing her breasts.
"Actually, all things considered, it's probably not a very wise thing to do," she murmured against his chest, tasting the ocean upon him.
"Actually," he laughed, and they rolled in the surf, probing each other's mouths. The head of his prick moved against her copper net and then slid up suddenly, surprising both of them. They laughed and they began to plunge amid the curl of the water, playing their flesh together, laughing at the joy of it, unaware that there was even a road above the beach. But no cars came, and their tanned bodies coupled beneath the clear sky at the meeting of earth and water, fire burning within their own meeting. Their cries of release were lost in the roar of the surf, and they lay for a long time upon the sand, watching the sun lower itself.
"Fancy meeting you here," Deena laughed, and they both sat up, turning to see her and Jud, hand in hand, behind them.
"We, uh, decided to take a walk," Jud smiled with an awkward shrug.
"We decided to screw," Jennifer giggled.
"We decided to take a walk after we screwed," Jud laughingly added.
"We took our walk first," Zap grinned.
"Yessir, sure seems to be a lot of screwing and walking going on around these parts," Deena laughed.
"Well, right now we're takin' a rest from screw'n and walkin'. Like join us?" Zap extended his hand to the sand beside them.
"Oh, you sure it won't be too crowded?" Deena asked with a straight face, looking from one long expanse of beach to the other.
"We'll work you in?" Jennifer smiled lasciviously, and laughed.
The tension and awkwardness forgotten, the two couples sat watching the horizon glow crimson, the clouds tinged orange to purple in a burning spectrum, none of them bothered by the one couple's nudity. As the shifting of colors slowed, they turned to look at one another, and they smiled together with the shared thought.
Zap rolled Deena back into the water and the thin cotton of her blouse became transparent as they embraced. Jennifer and Jud grinned at one another, and he took her naked body to him, rolling into the water himself. Their clothing joined Zap and Jennifer's on the sand, and the two couples moved up above the water, their flesh reunited. Zap and Jud slid into the delicious warmth of Deena and Jennifer, and the moans and sighs of the four blurred together against the surf.
They rolled over and into the sand, each couple immersed in the tapestry of pleasure they were weaving. Jud's mouth savored the lush bud of Jennifer's nipple, her head, turning with the richness of his tongue's texture against the silky softness to see Zap's tongue like a flame at Deena's ear. Deena's mouth opened with pleasure and her head rolled to face Jennifer's. They smiled at one another through blurred vision, and their hands joined upon the sunset stained lavender of the sand.
Their eyes mirroring the pleasure each was sharing, Jennifer and Deena pulled on their grips, rolling the four of them together. Zap's mouth found Jennifer's while his hips rolled over Deena's, and Jud tasted the hard peaks of Deena's breasts while he plowed Jennifer's sweet furrow. Deena's mouth found Jennifer's free breast, and her fingers played on Jennifer's clit and Jud's pumping scepter that moved below it. Jennifer's fingers returned the compliment, her other hand going to Jud's backside. Fingers and pricks moved and filled, mouths and tongues sucked and bit and kissed, and arms and legs intertwined.
The four bodies melted together under the sunlight and the rising moon, four mouths, eight arms and legs, four breasts, two pricks, and two cunts dissolving into one joyous creature with two focal points of release for the four minds that swam in the tide of sensuality, released from all worlds save that world they shared.
And each looked forward to the summer they would share.