Ashley and Jack's Turkish Delight

Jack I think noticed my nervousness after that. He yawned and said, "I don't know about you honey, but it is bed time for me. I am so tired after our walk.

The three of us walked towards our cabins. Cara pointed out hers which was three along from us. Then pointed out her parent's cabin which was much further away. Jack asked why she was not next to her parents.

"It gives me privacy," she said pausing long enough to leave me wondering what was coming next, "Like they can so not hear my vibrator."

Jack was stunned into silence.

Cara turned to me and said, "You are lucky to have a real one. I will just have to make do with my vibrator tonight."

She hugged me and ran her fingers vertebrae by vertebrae down my spine. Another shiver went through my body. She then hugged Jack, and I could see her fingers travel slowly down his spine.

Saying, "See you after breakfast around 10," she positively skipped to her cabin.

In our cabin we brushed our teeth and got ready for bed. Then, as Jack unzipped my dress, he said, "Oh my God Ash, Cara is so openly sexual."

Despite not generally talking in a bedroom voice I found myself saying, "And tactile and sensual," as I lifted his t-shirt over his head.

"Dressing sexily to catch the eye," he said as he slipped my undies off. My pussy was damp.

"Just deliciously naughty," I replied as I slipped off his shorts and underwear. He was hard.

We kissed and my toes curled at the passion and promise in Jack's tongue. Right from our very first kiss I realised this boy was the best kisser. But tonight had spurred him to great heights.

I reached for his cock stroking his firmness, "Yes I can tell she has got to you, mister. You are such a bad boy. Getting very hard as you talk about her."

"And what about you," Jack replied running his finger along my pussy which had been damp for most over the evening, "You are soaking my gorgeous. It seems you like busty naughty girls as much as I do."

Jack's comment was on the money. But I said "No honey, it is you." As the words came out I realised they didn't really sound convincing enough for Jack to believe they were completely true.

Jack lay me on the bed and moved over me. Positioning his cock just against my pussy. Looking me in the eye he asked, "Are you horny Ashley?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Do you want me to slide my cock into you wet tight pussy and make you come?"

"Yes, so much."

"Then tell me the truth," he said as his cock grazed my clit.

"What about?" I said squirming, trying to get him in me.

"About liking our sexy friend," he said, positioning himself to take me with one stroke of his cock.

I was desperate to feel him inside me. It was more or less true. So I said, "Yes I like her sensuality, her openness, her body and ..."

"On yes, fuck me," I exclaimed as Jack slide slowly into me.

Jack started to fuck me forcefully and a little faster. Much to my surprise I could feel an orgasm rushing at me almost immediately.

"... and what," Jack panted as he kept up the pace on my eager pussy.

I knew the answer to his what. Just thinking about it intensified my pleasure.

"I love her delicious sexiness," I screamed as the orgasm hit. Almost winding me in its intensity.

"She is so fucking hot," said Jack as his cock pulsed repeatedly deep in me.

After what I admit was a shatteringly good orgasm, I lay exhausted in Jack's arms. A ball of anxiety grew in my stomach. The three question in my head at dinner returned.

Was I envious of Cara? Perhaps, she obviously was attractive.

Was I ok with her flirting? It seemed safer at the time. Now it seemed like it had pushed Jack and I into something new.

But was it dangerous for us? And what did I think of Cara? Perhaps my pussy had revealed more than my mind was prepared to accept?

"Jack about what just happened," I started.

"Shish sweetheart," he interrupted, "That was good for both of us. Fantasy can be fun. In the real world you are the only girl for me. If we enjoy it and it doesn't damage our relationship it is fine. But if for a moment either of us has doubts then I promise you we will stop."

"But what if Cara wanted to do more than flirt?"

"Then we can say no. It only takes one of us to say no. No for one is no for both."

That eased my mind on a couple of questions and the ball of anxiety shrunk.

"Ash, can I ask you some questions."

"Sure."

"Did you like what we did tonight?"

"Yes with reservations. True it was one of my best ever orgasms, but immediately after I felt anxious."

"Well don't be anxious, if it's fun and doesn't hurt our relationship, there is nothing to be anxious about."

"Ok I get that. I think you are right, honey, what was your next question?"

"Do you like Cara, or do you 'like' her?" The emphasis on the second 'like' indicating exactly what he was asking.

I prevaricated for a minute letting the question run around my mind. But my subconscious brought the answer forward and made me look it straight in the eye. Honestly always with Jack, I thought, before answering, "Yes I like her, with maybe a little bit of 'like' as well."

Jack was silent but looking like he had another question running through his mind. I let him ponder and then he spoke

"Umm well, have you ever kissed a girl before?"

I so didn't want to go there. But I don't want secrets with Jack so I gulped and replied, "Yes twice in my first year at university. The first time was at a party. She was cute, I was attracted to her and we ended up in an upstairs bedroom. We kissed and touched breasts but I stopped when she looked like she was about to go down on me. The second time I went clubbing and got hit on by a very sexy older woman. I thought she was elegant and experienced and just went for it. But again I couldn't go through with it."

"Did you like being with a woman?"

"Yes at the start, the kissing was good, but my doubts about licking a girl made me anxious and it sort of fizzled out."

"And now how do you feel about girls?" asked Jack.

"Now I have you silly. So no boy or girl will come between us."

"What about you, did you like what we did tonight?" I asked.

"Yes truthfully I loved tonight. My orgasm was intense and I saw a side of my girlfriend which makes me like her even more."

I was content but just had one piece of my anxiety to put to rest. "Can I ask a final question? Honestly, really, don't you think she has a better body?"

"Look sweetheart, you both have hot bodies but you two are different. The way I look at it, there are two wonderful body types. One slim and smaller breasted. One fuller in the hips and breasts. You are a perfect example of the former a real model like figure. Cara is a perfect example of the latter. If you had her breasts I would worry you be so top heavy you would fall over all the time. Your breasts on her would be positively pear shaped."

I snuggled up to Jack finally completely happy about what he thought of Cara. I think I understood him and so said, "Thank you, I feel much better. I got a bit nervous when you seemed so into Cara's body."

"You have nothing to worry about. My favourite thing is having this body snuggled up to me. Goodnight sweetheart."

With that Jack quickly drifted off to sleep. It took me a little longer, wondering about my earlier curiosity about girls. My first major crush and masturbation fantasy had been a girl at school. For a long time that had made me wonder. But it truth the desire had faded as I got to know boys better. Now I thought that the two girls in my first year at university were just me confirming my preferences.

I was content. The warmth of his body, and his comments about me calmed me and I easily joined him in sleep.

In the morning I awoke to see him smiling at me.

"Good morning lover, time for breakfast," he said.

We got up, dressed, and had breakfast on the terrace on our own. Obviously no one thought it was time to get up even though it was nine. Jack noticed a sign saying that packed lunches could be provided, so he ordered some for us and we went back to our room. Jack got his camera out, lay on the bed and began to go through the photos he had taken over the last few days. I lay beside him reading about the next day's walk.

After half an hour or so there was a knock at the door. When I opened it I saw Cara, dressed like she was when we first saw her yesterday. Another just there t-shirt and bikini bottoms, but today she had her long hair spilling over her shoulders. She managed to look both innocent with her hair and big blue eyes, and sexy with her revealing clothes.

"God," I thought, "I would love to look so casually sexy."

"Hey sorry for running a little late," she said breathlessly, "So glad you didn't start without me. Can you wait ten minutes so I can quickly eat?"

I was kind of stunned into silence remembering her place in Jack and my lovemaking last night. Fortunately Jack quickly got off the bed and called out, "Sure take your time. Anyway we have to pack and pick up the lunches we ordered."

"Cool, see you soon gorgeous," she called as she turned and rushed for her breakfast. After last night I was left wondering who in her mind was gorgeous.

Jack put on his speedos and shorts over the top of them. He collected the sunscreen, water and towels. In a minute or two he had it all packed in his camera backpack. I put on my bikini bottoms but was still standing by the bed equivocating about whether to wear a bikini top or not.

Jack paused, looked at me and said, "I know it takes a girl longer to get ready. But it's quicker if you actually move."

I poked my tongue out at him, then told him what I was wondering about. He picked up my bikini top, put it in his back pack, packed his camera, and ordered me in his bedroom voice to take off my bra and just put on a t shirt. Having dressed me in as little as Cara he hurried me out of the door.

We picked up our lunch at the bar. Cara rushed up, waved goodbye to her parents and we set off down the road. When we reached the track Jack, ever the gentleman, stood back to let Cara and I go first. Before we stepped onto the track he said, "Hey Cara, do you want to put your things in my back pack? It will save you carrying them."

Having put everything on Jack's back we set off down the track. There was just enough room for two to walk beside each other, and Jack fell in behind.

"God, this feels good," said Cara, "don't you just love being braless when it's hot."

"Yes, I don't do it often enough but it feels free. And a little naughty as well."

Suddenly, we both heard a click. "What was that?" asked Cara.

"Ha, I recognise the sound. Its Jack's camera, either he is taking a photo of the pine trees and water off to our left. Or he is a pervert and is taking one of our butts."

"Let's see," said Cara, pulling her t-shirt up, tucking it under her breasts in the front, but leaving much of her back and butt exposed. Laughing I did the same. Sure enough we could hear the camera shutter click.

"Looks like the pervert option," she said laughing.

We sped up as we went down the hill laughing and chatting. Jack fell behind, I think because this time he was genuinely taking photos of the view. Reaching the beach we paddled in the surf as we walked towards the far end of the beach.

To pass the rocks we had to wade a little deeper. Unexpectedly, Cara reached down into an oncoming wave. She scooped up some water and threw it at me, splashing me on my stomach.

"Bitch," I said laughing. I scooped up some and threw it at her. It hit her square on the left breast. I could see the outline of her dark nipples as the water make her top more transparent.

She looked down, smiled and said, "Turning this into a wet t-shirt contest are we. It's all on."

After taking two or three shots of water which soaked my top, I returned fire. We were soon both dripping wet.

Jack had caught up with us, and turning I saw him standing there with a silly grin on his face. I motioned to throw water at him. But was quickly stopped by his, "No honey, I'm carrying the camera."

I looked back towards Cara who was staring at me. Looking at her I saw her soaking t-shirt plastered to her body. Her dark and hard nipples clearly visible. She looked hot, but it was the look in her eye that quickened my pulse. She had desire in her eyes as she looked unashamedly at my breasts, which I could feel my t-shirt sticking to.

She waded over to me and turned me so we both faced Jack. He was looking at us through the view finder of his camera. Cara put an arm around my waist saying, "Looks like lover boy wants to record our wet t-shirt contest for posterity."

I could hear the shutter clicking, as I put my arm around Cara waist.

"Tell me Jack who wins our little wet t shirt contest?' Cara asked.

Jack took the camera from his eye. He smiled and said, "I have told you before Cara, the best breasts in the world are the ones attached to my girlfriend. Your both look hot, but Ash will always be the winner in my eyes."

"Good answer Jack," Cara replied pouting for effect, "Do you want a couple more photos before we go around the rocks to the beach?"

Jack nodded and brought the camera to his eye. I could feel Cara's hand move off my hip and down onto my butt. I felt sexy and warm inside because of what Jack said. But as Cara ran her fingers along my butt, I could feel my pussy dampen and my nipples harden.

Part of me wanted to run from her hitting on me. But the bigger part just wanted to stay and enjoy. I liked posing for my boyfriend. I could see under his shorts he was getting hard.

When Jack finished his photo-shoot, Cara waded ahead and rounded the rocks. I waited for Jack and put my arms around him. He bend down and kissed me with a toe curling kiss. Rubbing my body against him I felt his hardness.

"I love you," I said when we broke the kiss, "Thank you for saying what you did before. You know, I am still a little jealous of Cara."

"Honey the more I get to know you the more I love you. Like I said last night don't ever be jealous of anyone else. Think every time you look at her, wow she is hot but Jack thinks I am hotter."

I got another toe curling kiss. W we waded hand in hand around the rocks and up onto the beach on the other side. It was small and, while there were some people about, it was sparsely populated. Cara was standing waiting for us, about half way along but close to the water, at what looked like the high tide mark. When we reached her, she took the pack off Jack's back and got out the towels and her sunscreen.

Unfolding her towel she said, "I better put lotion on as I don't want to burn. But maybe a quick swim first."

She took off her t shirt and looked at us expectantly.

"You guys want to come in the water?" she continued, with a smirk recognising we were staring.

"I know it probably safe, but I want someone to stay with the camera. I would hate to lose it," said Jack. He spoke to me I think, but he had not taken his eyes off Cara's bronzed breasts.

"I will sit out the first swim honey," I said.

Jack took off his t-shirt and shorts.

"Oh my God Ashley, he is so hot," said Cara. "I love that he is wearing swimming briefs. I hate it when girls wear skimpy bikinis and boys wear board shorts. So unfair and sexist not to be able to see the outline of a penis."

Momentarily I had second thoughts about Jack being alone with Cara. But I remembered she had hit on me more than on Jack, and what he had said at the rocks. I said, "Go and have fun, but one of you come back. I want to swim too before we put sunscreen on.'

I walked down to the sea with the camera and stood ankle deep intending to take some photos. Cara and Jack got about waist deep and started turning their backs into the oncoming waves. I took a couple of shots of them facing the camera. Then my jaw dropped as Cara jumped on Jack's back pushing him over. He picked her up and threw her into the next wave and then dived in after her.

I was sure Jack would have felt her breasts on his back. And when he grabbed her I could not see exactly where his second hand had gone. They swam out and treaded water and talked for a while, before swimming back towards the shore.

Cara came back while Jack stayed knee deep. "Hey, go and join him. I have him so ready for you."

I handed her the camera and took off my t shirt to also hand to her.

She didn't take it at first. She stared at me, before saying "You boobs are so pale we are going to have to make sure we put plenty on sunscreen on them when you get back."

"You are such a flirt," I said laughing

"Only with people I am attracted to," she responded grabbing my t-shirt.

I walked deeper into the water to the occasional sound of the camera shutter and was greeted by my boyfriend. I'm guessing that when Cara said "ready," she meant he was still somewhat hard after his swim with her.

"You ok," he said

"Yes. She is hot and such a flirt. But I keep what you said in the front of my mind. I know you think I am hotter, but I have to say I am not that much of a flirt."

Jack laughed, lifted me up, carrying me deeper into the water and throwing me into a wave. I attacked him and we both went under. We spent the next few minutes body surfing and generally acting like kids.

As we finished I stood and put my arms around Jack.

"Hey, full confession time. When you were taking photos of our wet t shirts, Cara was running her fingers up and down my butt."

"Did you like it? I caught a slightly dreamy look on your face in a couple of the photos."

"Truthfully yes, but mainly because I could see how much you were enjoying the photo shoot."

"My confession time, Cara got me hard rubbing her breasts on my back. Then she ran her hand along my cock and said, my God you are big, I so like that in a man."

"Did you like that?"

"Yes and no. No, because I was worried you might think I had gone too far."

I was pleased Jack was upfront with me. "No, honey I can hardly be cross when she did the same to me. Do you know what she said before when I called her a flirt? She replied, only with people I am attracted to."

I could feel Jack harden. "I wonder what we have got ourselves into," he said, "Come on. You have been out in the sun long enough without sunscreen. We had better go back and get covered."

We walked up the beach to sound of the camera shutter.

"You two are such an attractive couple," said Cara, which made me feel good.

As I fished our sunscreen out of our bag, Cara said, "I have done my front but can I impose on you Jack to do my back."

Jack got behind Cara and rubbed suntan lotion into her back. I did the same to my front and legs. As I put some lotion on my breasts, I was aware of four eyes focused on me. I kind of wanted to be as carefree as Cara. So I rubbed them a little more than necessary. Then looked up at them in my best little girl voice, "Do you two just like to look. Or are you dreaming about rubbing lotion into my boobs."

"And you think I am a flirt," said Cara.

Then suddenly smiling wickedly, "I sure I missed a bit on my breast. How would you feel about Jack helping protect me from the sun? By rubbing some more lotion in?"

Talk about upping the ante I thought. But I was not going to back down. And I wanted to remain in control.

"He can help you for a minute, but then I want him over here doing my back."

The look on Jack's face was priceless. He reminded me of a child who had been unexpectedly allowed unlimited choice in the candy store. Cara smiled at me and lay back against Jack.

His arms went around her and he began to rub lotion on her breasts with the palm of his hands. Cara sighed, then moaned as his fingers traced little circles around her nipples. All the while Jack had his eyes on me. After Cara moaned, he mouthed "I Love You" at me over her shoulder.