Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 23

"I'm sorry," Rod said.

"I've ... I've ruined everything," she admitted between sobs. "I'm going to fail the exams. I wasn't jealous and I don't want Ed back. I was just angry."

"No, you need him."

"It's too late. The exams are almost over and now what am I supposed to do?" she wailed. "I haven't got a job and my parents can't pay for me to redo the year. My life is ruined."

"It's not that bad. You're a bright girl, Angie. You never needed to copy Ed's work. You could have done it on your own, but you liked to party too much. So why don't you do the summer retakes? You've got Ed's notes. Forget the parties and put your head down."

"It's not the parties. I admit I was happy that Ed helped me but it's the exams. I used to be good at exams. Something's happened. Now I just freeze. My mind goes blank."

"It's because you didn't learn it for yourself. It doesn't stick if you just copy someone else. ... Look, I've got an idea, but you've got to do two things for me."

"What idea? What two things?"

"The summer retake exams are in a month. Ed and I will coach you."

"Why would you do that?"

"You and I have been friends most of our lives, haven't we? Of course I'll help you. Besides, Ed was in love with you once, even if it was a mistake."

She glared daggers at him, but he held her gaze steadily and she dropped her eyes.

"You need to promise me, no more jealousy," Rod said.

"I wasn't jealous."

"Then no more whatever this is. And you have to apologise to Hazel."

"Why should I?"

"Because it's the decent thing to do. Also, because Ed worships her, so if you want his help, you'd better get her to like you."

"He worships her?" she said, scornfully.

"You said you weren't jealous."

"I'm not, but how can he worship her? She's pretty enough but she doesn't know much and I've seen her in the same dress at least ten times."

"Angie, do you think Ed might like her because she's unsophisticated and honest?"

That got her thinking.

"Don't be bitter, Angie. Isn't it better to remain friends with Ed?"

She knew this was true. She had calmed down now.

"Ed used to worship me," she said, sadly. "He used to put me on a pedestal and treat me like a goddess."

"The more fool him."

"No. It was nice."

"Yes, but look how it ended up. With you angry and violent."

"You don't put women on pedestals, do you Rod? Do you even like women?"

"I adore women, though I avoid ones that are hard work, like you. And none of my girlfriends has ever attacked any of the others in a jealous rage."

"I wasn't jealous!"

"All right, I believe you. Are you ready to apologise now?"

Angie cleaned the tears off her cheeks and followed Rod over to the others.

She made a humble apology to Hazel, which was graciously accepted, and her girlfriends took Angie away to comfort her, leaving the four friends alone.

When Rod explained what he'd agreed with Angie, Ed didn't look happy.

"What's wrong?" Hazel asked him. "Don't you want to help Angie?"

"I don't mind helping her but I don't want her to come between us."

"Why would she come between us?"

"Because I'll be spending time with her when you and Samothea are away, risking your lives."

"I don't mind."

"You're amazing, Hazel," Rod said. "Anyone else would be jealous of Ed spending time with his ex-girlfriend."

"She apologised, didn't she?"

"Yes, she did, and you trust her?" Rod asked.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Some people make insincere apologies just to get what they want."

"Do they?"

"Clearly they don't on Samothea, but they do here."

"I trust Ed," Hazel said, which was both final and revealing.

"You're right to do so," Rod said.

"Look," he went on, "I know things were pretty odd just now but can we go somewhere for a chat? It's a place I wanted to show you anyway. It's a secret cove a few miles away. A walk will do us good."

The girls were keen. They enjoyed exploring and a secret cove sounded interesting. They signed to each other:

"Is this it?" asked Hazel.

"Yes. Whom do you want?"

"Ed."

"I want Rod."

"Good. Have fun."

"Same. Love you forever."

"Love you forever."

They walked out of Fanshaw Park and across a heath onto a coastal path. There were ups and downs along the cliffs and small rivers to wade through.

Hazel and Ed went ahead and, after a while, Hazel took his hand. She liked that he squeezed her hand firmly back.

"You know how I feel about you," he said.

"I do."

"You're clever and beautiful, funny and good-hearted. But what you are the most is generous."

"How am I generous? I've nothing to give."

"You've got a generous spirit, Hazel. It's your theme. I wouldn't have forgiven Angie."

"But she's got no one to love her."

"She'll fix that easily."

"I'm glad."

"See: generous."

She laughed.

"Hazel, there's something I want to explain. You know when we were on the boat and Samothea asked if the fact that you and she were lovers would keep us away?"

"Yes, you hesitated. Why?"

"I was thinking over a few things."

"What things?"

"Would Rod and I break you up? I wouldn't want that."

"It won't happen."

"I was also thinking that this might be complicated."

"It might be.

"Then I was thinking that I fancied you both."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Samothea is the most perfect woman in the whole world. You'd be mad not to adore her."

"She is and I do adore her but she's not perfect for me. You are."

Hazel seemed pleased by this and they walked on happily together.

Watching from behind, though a good distance back on purpose, Rod said to Wildchild:

"So, Hazel and Ed, huh?"

"That's right."

Wildchild took his hand and, like Ed, he gave it a squeeze to show that her feelings were returned.

"So, are you happy with second-best?" he asked.

"I am, if you are."

"You're not second-best, Samothea. You never could be. You're the most amazing woman in the galaxy."

"That's what Ezra says ..."

"Well, he's right. ... Samothea, about Ezra. Do you love him?"

"Yes."

"I see. ... I don't want to spoil things between you and him."

"No chance of that. Ezra wants me to be happy."

"You think I'll make you happy?"

"Yes; but if I've misjudged you, then it's my fault, not yours."

"I've got a lot to prove, haven't I? You want to know that I'm trustworthy."

"I want to know that you're worth trusting."

He was silent for a minute.

"My old girlfriends. Do you mind?"

"I didn't at first. It amused me. But it must be boring for you, having all those bimbos following you around."

"Bimbos?"

"That's what Ed calls them. What are 'bimbos'?"

"I'm ashamed of Ed. His Italian ancestors would know that 'bimbo' is a masculine word. He doubtless means 'bimba'. But it's very unchivalrous of him to judge my old girlfriends like that. They are pleasant friendly girls. We made love for joy, with no implicit commitment and we remain friends afterward. Ed is implying that they are easy."

"I get it. Bimbos are sluts, like the Herders. They really enjoy life and have orgies every night."

"I don't think 'sluts' is a pejorative on Samothea as it is here. I call them 'lovers'," Rod said rather primly.

"But there's love and there's love-love. You love your girlfriends but you don't love-love them."

"That's true. I don't regret having had so much fun, but I do regret not having someone to love-love."

They were silent a minute, then:

"Samothea, can I ask you something about Ezra?"

She nodded.

"Is he the hero you and Hazel make him out to be?"

"Yes."

"I mean, he's charming and friendly, but I know barely anything about him because I've never seen him awake for more than an hour."

Wildchild laughed.

"That's Annela's fault. She's wearing him out."

"Does he really have thirty wives?"

"We call them 'bedmates'."

"And does he love-love all his bedmates?"

"He would never admit it or show it, but there are some he love-loves more than others."

"And does he love-love you and Hazel?"

"Yes. Do you mind?"

"No."

"Really no?"

"Really no. ... Samothea, you're the most amazing woman in the galaxy."

He saw her frown.

"I guess you'll have to get used to hearing that. But it means that any man with any blood in his veins is going to fall in love with you. I'll have to get used to that."

******

The cove was a secret because it was a steep climb down from the cliff over rocks and down some natural steps, with the start of the track obscured by thick gorse. Jagged rocks in the sea prevented the beach from being accessed by boat.

Ed found a stick to beat the bushes back but the girls lifted their skirts preparing to push through the gorse. Clothes were precious on Samothea and it was better to scratch bare legs than tear their cotton skirts.

There was some amusement as the lads decided the most gallant answer was to carry the girls through the gorse bush. So Ed lifted Hazel in his arms and she held him around the neck as he pushed his way through. For Rod to carry Wildchild, however, meant catching her first.

Hazel and Ed were already on the beach by the time Wildchild allowed Rod to catch her and pick her up in a fireman's lift. She didn't make it easy for him to carry her, laughing and kicking, pummelling his back.

"Stay still, woman!" he said. "You'll tip us both over."

Down on the beach at last, Wildchild skipped across the grey pumice-like volcanic sand, warm and soft in the afternoon sun, to join Hazel, who was already naked and standing in the sea, looking so mouth-wateringly gorgeous that Ed and Rod just stared at her.

Wildchild stripped off her clothes and folded them on a rock next to Hazel's. The girls had no shame about nudity. Wildchild ran naked and lovely into the inviting blue ocean.

When Wildchild turned and invited the boys to join them, she saw Rod eyes move from Hazel to her. She smiled. He caught her look and smiled back and understood: if she found her girlfriend beautiful and sexy, then he ought to do so too.

"Can you swim?" Hazel asked the boys.

"We can."

"Then let's go swimming."

"Come on!" she called when the boys hesitated.

A few seconds later, they were all naked and gambolling in the water. Typical of Wildchild, she wanted to race, so the lads had to swim their hardest to try to impress the girls.

Afterward, they lay on the beach to dry off.

The girls exchanged a few signs and Wildchild got up.

"Come on, Rod," she said. "Let's go to the other cove."

She had seen another inlet beyond a line of rocks fallen from the cliff. Rod happily followed her, getting aroused just from the view of her gorgeous legs, perky buttocks and thin waist.

He glanced behind as they walked. Hazel was lying on Ed, kissing him passionately, her long blonde hair covering their heads and shoulders. Ed had one hand on her waist and, with the other, stroked over her bottom and down a lovely thigh.

To get to the inlet meant walking in the sea around a large boulder. They didn't get to the beach because, as soon as they rounded the boulder, Wildchild turned and pushed Rod against its flat side. She began kissing him.

He reacted instantly, his arms across her back, pulling her firmly into him, his hot hard cock flat against her stomach.

On the beach, Ed kissed down Hazel's neck and began to suck on one of her gorgeous tits. She sighed happily and stroked his head. Her tits were firm and round. The upturned pink nipples were big with just the right sensitivity to get her sopping wet without causing discomfort, however much attention he gave them. He sucked on the other tit, feeling the strain in his cock.

Wildchild put her hand on Rod's cock as she kissed him hard and began to rub gently. She continued to rub as she kissed his shoulders, his ribs (he really liked that) and down his belly to his proud upright tribute to her, red and hard.

She gave it an exploratory lick, twirling her tongue around the head. It was good. She put her mouth around the head and made a light suction, with another swirling lick. Rod groaned and did his best to stay calm.

Wildchild liked the effect she was having on him. She took more of his cock into her mouth and began to bob her head. He told her what a good job she was doing.

Ed released Hazel's tit and she sat up, positioning herself over his thighs, his hot hard cock up against her tight stomach. She lifted her buttocks, positioned his cock and sank down slowly, enveloping his cock in her soaking pink pussy, with slow thrusts and a little wriggle.

It was beautiful. She felt the joy of the rub and stretch. She felt the passion of his pleasure in the grip of his hands on her waist and the sound of his groans. She began to buck slowly.

His mouth briefly returned to her tits and then he lay back. He pulled her head down so they could kiss. She sucked on his tongue and began to speed up her bucking.

Wildchild knelt down in the sand to baste Rod's cock, bringing him onto the plateau. He ran out of words and just stroked her head as she bobbed.

Hazel was leaning back now, controlling the angle of his cock in her pussy, making long thrusts. Ed found her clitoris with his thumb in her fine blonde pubic hair and gently rubbed in a circle. She moaned loudly from the extra buzz and bucked at the end of her thrusts.

Rod was good at making it last but Wildchild was irresistible. He gently guided her back from his cock.

"My turn now," he said. With an arm around Wildchild's waist, he lifted her up and carried her up the beach. He lay her down on her back, knelt between her legs, pushed her thighs apart and put his mouth to her pussy.

He lapped gently at her labia, giving a tingling lick to her clitoris. Wildchild raised her knees and arched her back. He worked well on her pussy and when she was moaning wildly, sucked her clitoris into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. She came hard, gripping his head, thighs shaking and bucking her pelvis.

Hazel was too lovely, too horny and sexy, for Ed to hold off for long. He started to buck, thrusting upward into her, neglecting her clitoris. He held her buttocks for a frantic minute until it was all over and he splurged out his juice up into her. She bucked a few more times until the both stopped panting. Then she lay on him and they kissed.

"That was amazing, Hazel," he said. "I'm sorry I couldn't wait."

"I don't mind. I don't need to come to get pleasure from sex."

"You're amazing, Hazel! I love you!"

"I love you too, Edmundo!"

She began to kiss him again and, sure enough, his cock quickly recovered. In a minute he was good and hard, ready to go again.

She knelt on all fours with her bottom in the air, her face resting on her crossed arms in the warm sand, while Ed knelt behind her, held her waist, and thrust and thrust. This time she came, a powerful spasm that milked his cock of its load.

Rod used his finger to make Wildchild come again; then his mouth on her clit and his finger in her pussy, until she was numb from pleasure. She shut her eyes and went limp.

He kissed up her tight body, over her thin muscular stomach, her ribs and beautiful small tits, where he lingered a while, before passing via her neck and shoulders to her pretty mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly as they kissed. She crossed her legs over his back and he positioned his stiff cock. She stuck her tongue in his mouth and he pushed his cock into her.

Rod couldn't get enough of her. He held her tightly and thrust hard, wanting to take every ounce of pleasure from her and give her every ounce of his love. She rocked and gasped under his passionate fucking.

With a keening cry and a strong grip on his shoulder, Wildchild came, but Rod drove relentlessly on. She came again. She was at that point when every touch was electric. Her back arched and her thighs shook. She felt the joy all over, shaking as if her body were elastic.

At last Rod couldn't hold off any longer. With a last hard thrust and his mouth locked on hers, tongues pressed together, he felt the blank ecstasy, the rush of heat and the release. He thrust a few more times while the tension ebbed, then he rolled them both over and held her above him, tightly around her waist, not letting her go.

******

After their third time, Hazel and Ed went for another swim, standing in the water up to their shoulders, holding each other and just kissing.

Wildchild lay on Rod and stared into his pale blue eyes. She had a way of focussing, of seeing straight into his soul, of knowing him thoroughly. But all she saw was love.

"You're perfect," he said.

"Hmm," she said.

"And amazing, and wonderful, and sexy and beautiful. I adore you."

"Hmm!"

"Samothea, I learned something from Angie today. She told me I don't put women on a pedestal. But here I am, putting you on a pedestal so high that that I can barely reach up to adore your feet. I'll worship you my whole life and still never be worthy of you. What do you say to that? How stupid am I? Do you mind if I worship you?"

"I mind, but you won't worship me for long. It'll wear off. I'm good at a few things, like physics and flying ..."

"And sex."

"... and sex," she agreed, "things I really like doing. So do you think I'll still be on your pedestal when I'm horny and begging for your cock?"

"Oh, God! And how! I can worship you and make love to you at the same time."

"We'll see," she said, kissing him.

******

The girls were back at Danielle's in time for dinner, serenely happy. Yael could tell from their body language that they'd had wonderful sex. The full and detailed account she insisted on would have to wait for bedtime because Danielle wanted to go through the mission plan and the telemetry system of Sunrise with the girls if they were going to fly off with Tatiana the next day.

It seemed that Danielle was satisfied that the mission was not as dangerous as it sounded, assuming that Tatiana was as skilled a pilot as Ezra said she was. When she was satisfied that the girls properly understood the dangers of the mission, Danielle gave her blessing and they went to bed with Yael, to talk and (if they were lucky) to sleep.

The three girls lay naked together. Hazel and Wildchild snuggled Yael between them and they talked in whispers. They told Yael their stories, every detail in technicolour glory, giving Yael as severe a case of the smoochies as she'd ever felt.

To take her mind off Ryan, Wildchild suggested they make their lists. This was the list of the top-ten things (excluding people) they liked in the world.

"You go first, Goldilocks," she said to Yael.

"Sex, physics, hunting, dancing, classical music, airsuits, horse-riding, clothes, shopping and Ryan's cat Monty. Wildchild, your turn."

"Woman-sex, man-sex ..."

"Hey, that's unfair," Yael protested. "I haven't had woman sex. I just said 'sex.'"

"You can change your list after you've been back home," Wildchild said. She continued with her list:

"... maths, physics, dancing, airsuits, shuttlecrafts, hunting, horse-riding, swimming. Your turn, Hazel."

"Woman-sex, man-sex, dancing, geology, shuttlecrafts, airsuits, clothes, shopping, hunting, warm rain."

"Warm rain!" Yael said. "I was going to say but I couldn't decide if I liked cats better."

******

Next day the girls left with Tatiana. A few days later, Danielle saw off Annela, Freya, Edgar Fanshaw, the nurses and Ezra at Ocean City Astroport. Soon afterward, she waved Yael off in the old shuttlecraft to Samothea. There were tears.

Returning with Roger to an empty and eerily silent flat, Danielle was depressed. Where was the laughter, the teases, the girlish mayhem? Where was the noise, the begging to do chores, the endless questions, the hugs and kisses? True, she could use her bathroom whenever she liked, and she could sit on whichever chair she preferred, but Danielle already missed the girls.