Georgia on Her Mind

"You can try," Georgia said, giggling as they rolled on the bed. Lynn was pushing Georgia on her back again, already kissing down her chest.

"It tastes like pussy."

"I know!"

"Tell me what to do," Lynn said, laying on her belly, eager for her lesson.

"Finger my g-spot while you eat me and when I get close, don't lick my clit too much or I'll just have orgasm."

"Mm, like this?" Lynn asked between mouthfuls, already working her fingers in and out of Georgia.

"Yeah, like that, keep going." Lynn moaned again as she licked Georgia's pussy and a few moments later, they were both moaning. Georgia kept feeding Lynn little instructions. "Finger me faster." And, "Yeah, there, but harder." And, "Next to my clit, honey."

I stared, transfixed and forgotten as the two women made love to each other. Part of me felt honored to watch while another part of me felt as useful as a bike for a fish. When I say I kept my hands to myself, I mean I didn't intrude on them or masturbate, either. My cock wanted me to do it. My cock ached because it was straining so much with lust, but I could tell this wasn't about me. I watched, fascinated and alone in my need.

"Yes!" Georgia cried out. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" And her legs quivered, too. Lynn backed away as a smaller spray squirted on her.

"Did you see that?" she asked, giving me a quick glance. "I did it! I made her squirt!"

"That was hot as hell," I admitted, still suffering with my cock straining for relief.

"You're hot as hell," Georgia told Lynn, reaching for her and pulling her back into her arms.

"Fuck, I love you," Lynn gushed as if I didn't exist and the same became true of how she kissed Georgia.

I sat on the corner of the bed for a while longer, watching the two of them kissing, cuddling, and murmuring sweet nothings to each. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this with you," Georgia said.

"I know, I'm sorry. I should have never said no to you in college," Lynn said, kissing her girlfriend.

"I almost gave up girls because of you."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you and, I don't know, it's stupid," Georgia started and stopped until Lynn insisted. "I just wanted to save myself for you because we were still friends and I always thought, as long as we stayed best friends, maybe this would happen one day."

"I love you," Lynn said again before they were once more lost in kisses. Those kisses lingered until they were kissing and groping each other. Their bodies were slick and wet looking from their lovemaking and the heat of being in the upstairs loft. I watched as fingers slipped between legs and wiggled as they kissed until they were both moaned with new orgasms.

I couldn't resist the magic and beauty of what I was watching. My stroked my aching cock until it was finally satisfied. Without an option, I caught my orgasm in the palm of my hand, feeling both relieved and a bit ashamed of myself for giving in to my need. Quietly, I climbed off the bed.

"Where are you going?" Georgia asked, first to notice me standing.

"Clean up," I said, figuring my cupped hand told the rest of the story.

"You're coming back to bed, aren't you?" Lynn asked.

"In a minute," I said, heading towards the stairs and the downstairs bathroom. I don't know why I did, except it felt right to give them some space. I went into the bathroom, washed my hands and used the john. Back in the main room of the cabin, I heard their private little giggles before spying the wine still sitting on coffee table. I filled my glass, pulled a blanket used as a throw over the couch, and wrapped it around my shoulders before stepping outside. I heard another needful moan as I quietly shut the door behind me.

Georgia had been right about the night sky this far away from the city. I felt as if I could see every star ever created and then some. There were wisps of clouds in the air that I recognized as the Milky Way and when I stared long enough, it felt as if I could see the colors of the night sky. I wrapped the blanket around myself a bit tighter, sipped my wine, and lost myself in the majesty of a universe bigger than I had ever imagined.

I wasn't pouting or feeling sad. Honestly, I can't remember feeling anything more than stunned by a sky more filled with more stars than it would take tears to fill the ocean. It truly was beautiful and revealed in stunning HD. I took very small sips from my glass wine, ready to nurse it until the night chill chased me back inside or the sun rose.

My mind drifted to the joys I imagined were still being exchanged behind me. My ears rang with the unbridled sounds of pleasure my wife had made, sounds I never knew she had inside of her tiny frame. It made me happy that I had been allowed to witness her making that strange, guttural sound. I was happy someone had found a way to give her joy to that extreme. That's when an odd thing happened to me. I started to grow hard again.

I let it happen. I didn't see a reason to fight against it. I sipped my wine, stared at the stars, and wondered how Georgia knew she could make Lynn squirt. Was that a lesbian talent? Luck? I had seen it happen in porn movies, but never imagined it was something available to mere mortals. "Who knew?" I grunted to the sky.

Convinced I had been taking tiny sips of wine, it came as a surprise when I tipped an empty glass to my lips. I sat for a while longer considering what I should do about it before quietly opening the front door in time to hear Georgia's cries. "Yes!" she called to the night. "Fuck yes!" I smiled, refilled my glass and retreated back to my perch on the porch step. It was quieter out here, more peaceful.

I realized I was smiling. I had been thinking about Georgia's cries (okay, I may have been stroking my hard cock a bit, too) when it occurred to me the reason behind her cries. My wife was making her feel that way. Surely she had her pretty face pressed against the tan looking bareness of her girlfriend's pussy. Good for her, I thought. Good for both of them. I was glad Lynn was having fun. I set a half empty wine glass to the side before I drained it. The night felt colder and I huddled beneath my blanket.

Did Georgia really live as a nudist during her summers out here? Why not? It was quiet and secluded enough. I stood, wearing the blanket more as a cape than a robe, and I exposed my hard cock to the night air and the stars above me. I tugged on it a few times, enjoying the sensation of its heat against the night's chill. I would be fun to fuck Lynn out here on a night like tonight. It would be fun to feel her nipples stiff because of the cold and then because of my hands.

Or Georgia's hands.

I wondered which she now preferred. Had I lost her? Had those cries signaled a new beginning for her? I emptied the wine glass and fought against the impulsive urge to shatter it against the side of the cabin. You were supposed to make a toast and toss wine glasses into fireplaces, not against buildings. I wrapped the blanket tighter around my naked body and glanced back up at stars that didn't feel as magical as before. Hell, according to astronomers, any one of those stars may have died millions of years ago and we were still ignorantly waiting for the news.

I went back inside, tired of the dark and cold. What good were stars that shined without lighting a path? Even the moon could cast a shadow when it was full. I tried pouring another glass of wine from an empty bottle. Spying Lynn's full glass, I poured it from hers to mine. From the faint sounds still drifting downstairs, I could tell she wasn't interested in it anymore. I took one sip before curling up on the couch. I had gotten more of a chill than I realized while outside. If I curled into a ball while laying on my side, I could fit all the way beneath the blanket. That felt good. Warm. Safe.

The cabin was dark and silent when I opened my eyes. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep. I looked around for a clock and didn't see one. Remembering my cell phone was plugged in next to the bed, I quietly padded upstairs. Lynn and Georgia were snuggled inside each other's arms beneath a new comforter. That made sense. I had witnessed them soiling the original comforter.

"Baby? What happened to you?" Lynn whispered in a quiet voice full of sleepiness.

"I was looking at the stars," I said.

"Mm," she mumbled. "Come sleep."

"You sure?" I asked. She patted the empty space next to her. I laid down on top of the comforter, careful not to rock the bed so much that I woke up Georgia. I was still carrying the blanket from downstairs. I pulled it across my nakedness. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," Lynn said in her sleepy time voice. She snuggled a little closer to Georgia and went back to sleep.



Little had changed when I woke up. The girls were still cuddled close together beneath the comforter. I carefully got out of bed and put my blanket back across the couch. After visiting the downstairs bathroom, I picked up wine glasses and started coffee. Our clothes were still in a heap by the door from our evening walk. While waiting for the coffee, I folded Lynn's and started to do the same with mine before stopping. Folding them didn't make much sense when I could simply put them back on, so that's what I did.

I poured my first cup of coffee and carried it out to the porch. It would have been too brisk for being naked, but not too bad wearing clothes. I looked out over the mountains, seeing the low hanging mists of their namesake. I sipped my coffee and refused to think. I stood lost without thoughts for a long time before the front door cracked opened and Lynn poked her head around it.

"Hey you! What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I said, giving her a smile that felt remarkably easy and truthful on my face.

"Well, come do nothing in here. It's cold out there."

From the tiny glimpse I had caught of Lynn, I knew she was still naked. When I stepped back inside the cabin, I wasn't surprised finding both of them naked. "Thanks for making coffee," Georgia said with sleep-filled eyes and a rats nest of tangled hair on top of her head.

"What happened to you last night?" Lynn asked, kissing my cheek. "We were all having fun and then the next thing I know you were gone."

"I sort of had an issue," I said, giving Georgia a smirk.

"Someone jerked off and ended up with a handful," the dark hair woman explained with a giggle.

"Aw, and I missed seeing you do that!" Lynn complained.

"You were facing the wrong way to see," I said.

"It still would have been fun to see," she playfully pouted before asking the difficult question for me to answer. "But why didn't you come back?"

I shrugged. "I came downstairs, washed my hands and saw that last bottle of wine sitting there."

"You missed the good parts," Lynn said, slipping up behind Georgia and wrapped her arm around the other woman's waist. As if that wasn't intimate enough, she planted a kiss on Georgia's shoulder before telling me, "You missed us sixty-nining."

"Dammit," I chuckled, trying to look disappointed without pulling it off.

"That scissoring thing though," Lynn said, slowly slipping away from Georgia. Her hand trailed behind her as if she didn't want to stop touching the other woman. "That always looks so hot in porno movies, but it really didn't do much for me." I was sitting at the small dining table and Lynn joined me.

"I think it's would be more fun if we were both grinding against a toy or something," Georgia offered, joining us. She sat across from me, which also put her sort of next to Lynn. She smiled when Lynn took my hand.

"We should so try it that way next time!" Lynn said, picking up on Georgia's propensity to squeal.

I finished my cup of coffee and rinsed out my cup. I could have used a second cup, except I wasn't sure how much longer I could sit with them. "I think I'll grab a shower," I said, heading upstairs. Spying the open hot tub with its showerhead suddenly had me wishing for more privacy. What difference did it make? They had both seen me naked and then some. I pulled off yesterday's clothes, started the shower, and stepped beneath its spray. That's when I noticed the window next to the hot tub. Turning, I faced it, looking out at mountains and still bare trees.

"Room for one more?" Lynn asked, startling me because I hadn't heard her coming upstairs.

"Sure," I said. "I'm almost done anyway."

"No you're not," she said, stepping over the side and into my arms. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. "I wish you hadn't left last night."

I bit back the first words that nearly left my mouth,I'm not that sure I was missed. I replaced them with, "You looked so hot last night."

"Mm, I'm still on a high from it," she purred, rubbing her naked body against me. "She made me feel good in ways I didn't know were possible."

"I saw," I said, wishing her body didn't feel so good against mine.

"I want you to stay with us next time," she said, caressing my stiffening cock. "Promise?"

"I'm not allowed, remember?"

"If you won't stay with us, I'm not going to do it again," she said, kissing my chest.

I knew her better than that and called her on it. "Bullshit," I snorted. "I saw how she made you feel last night."

"And I want to feel that way again today."

"Then go for it," I said, stepping into her arms so she couldn't keep rubbing my dick. I didn't want to be hard with her, not right now.

"Are you jealous of her?" she asked. It was the obvious question.

"No," I said, looking her in the eyes so she would know I was telling the truth. "I'm not jealous of her one tiny bit. I'm happy for her and you. I'm happy she can make you happy like that. I love you. Why wouldn't I want you to be happy?"

"If you want me to be happy, you'll stay with me. With us."

"I'm not walking away from us," I clarified.

"I meant us, as in Georgia and me," Lynn corrected.

"Maybe," I said, feeling more lost and confused than ever.

"Will you soap me?" she asked, handing me the bar of soap I had been using and there was no way I was going to resist running my hands over her naked body. I caressed her everywhere, stroking her smooth skin with love, affection, and a healthy dose of lust. Damn, I loved this woman!

She offered to soap me, except I was already done with my shower before she arrived and standing for a second one felt wasteful. After toweling each other off, I automatically moved towards my clothes.

Her voice had a sharp, disapproving tone to it when she asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing," I said with a sheepish smile as I remained naked.

"Did I miss the fun?" Georgia asked, topping the stairs for a shower of her own.

"All yours," Lynn said, taking me by the hand and pulling me downstairs. She led me to the door and stepped out on the porch. It was later in the morning than I had guessed. Sun bathed the porch and chased away most of the chill left in the air. Just the same, Lynn's nipples grew stiff from the temperature difference. I wrapped my arms around her, cupping her breasts, and gave them a different reason to be hard. She pressed against me and we were quiet for a long time.

"I'm okay with what's happening between you and Georgia," I said, breaking the silence.

"Good," she said, pulling my hand up to her mouth and kissing it before holding it against her chest again. "I told her I loved her last night."

"I heard."

"Was that okay?"

"Is it how your feel?" I asked.

"Is that okay?" she asked, changing the question in an important way.

"Do you think you love her differently now?"

"Maybe."

I gave her a squeeze. "She's a lucky person. You're a good lover."

"We should see if she's done with her shower."

When we heard the whirl of a blowdryer, Lynn headed to the sink and cleaned last night dishes. I helped by drying them. When Georgia came downstairs, we dirtied a couple dishes with an early lunch. Between eating and chatting, we wasted a couple more hours. Georgia tested the porch, decided it was warm enough to strut around naked and invited us on a tour of her property. Like yesterday, the warm air promised spring would soon come. She showed us her the pit she used for firing her pottery and the wheel she used for throwing it.

Mostly, we walked around in the warm air, enjoying the feel of the sun on our naked bodies and each other's company. I didn't think twice about that Georgia and Lynn held hands most of the time. In fact, I thought it looked sweet. A few times they kissed and that was sweet, too. I barely noticed how irrelevant I was to them.

We eventually worked our way back to the cabin. "Should we go upstairs?" Georgia asked, already leading Lynn by the hand towards the stairs.

"Only for a couple hours," I said. "We still have to drive back and it's a four hour drive."

"Come with us," Lynn said, finally grabbing my hand.

"Go," I said, pulling away and heading towards the sink. I found a glass and helped myself to water from the faucet.

Lynn hesitated. "But you promised," she said, staggering towards the stairs as Georgia gently pulled.

"No, I never did," I corrected, turning back to sink for more water. When I turned back, I saw two pairs of legs walking upstairs. As I had predicted, Lynn wouldn't say no to Georgia and I couldn't blame her. Georgia could offer something I couldn't. No matter how well I might learn how to eat pussy, I would never be a beautiful woman eating her pussy nor could I offer her a pussy except by stepping aside. That much, I could do.

I carried my glass of water to the small sitting area, found a coaster for my glass, and rearranged throw pillows until I was nestled into the corner of the couch. I wished I had brought my phone downstairs or even my clothes. Without either, I leaned back and closed my eyes as I heard the beginnings of their lovemaking. Their voices travelled too well over the edge of the loft. I believe the slanted ceiling helped reflect them towards me. It sounded as if I could hear every word spoken above a whisper along with the wet sound of loud kisses.

"Let him pout," Georgia said between kissing sounds. "He has you every night and I've only had you for one."

"Mm, that feels so good," Lynn purred. I didn't try to imagine what Georgia was doing to my wife and it was just as well because I would have guessed wrong.

"You're the reason I'm so wet," Georgia cooed and I realized when Lynn had said That feels so good, she was doing the touching, not Georgia. "Everytime I kiss your lips I think about how good they feel pressed against me down there."

"Lean back," Lynn said, her voice a husky command. "Let me taste you." A moment later, Lynn's voice rang out again. "Fuck, I love doing this to you!"

I bit back a groan as my cock swelled and I was once again trapped between feeling as if I was losing my wife while celebrating her joy. There were moans that trickled down from upstairs. I didn't try to sort them out. Instead, I kept my eyes closed and imagined a sky full of stars and the slight chill of the night air. My cock didn't care about stars as it throbbed useless and meaningless.

I drifted off to sleep while listening to the sweet sounds of pleasure being shared above and behind me. There were gasps and moans, punctuated with sharper cries that surely signaled orgasms pending or achieved. None of it was for me or because of me and I forced myself to continue slumbering. Sleep had been at a precious minimum for me last night and I had a long drive ahead.

Drifting in and out of sleep eliminated the value of time. I didn't worry about it. However long Lynn choose to spend with her girlfriend would work for me. I had said a couple hours, but that could easily become four or five without a complaint from me. If push came to shove, I could call into work tomorrow. I had sick and vacation days in reserve. I heard teasing giggles as secrets were shared in hushed tones too low for me to hear. Keeping my eyes closed, I repositioned throw pillows and stretched out Georgia's couch. Vaguely, I was aware that my cock was still hard with hope. I ignored that, too.