Nereids Ch. 10

She laughed softly. "That's one of the few lessons I didn't learn well. I may not be a gossip, but I'm horribly curious. Worse, I'm such a voyeur."

Beth smiled and tried to curb her own voyeuristic urge (Susan's sheet had slid down, exposing her bare breasts).

Susan picked up the thread of her tale: "My mother eventually cornered me and asked what was wrong. She thought it had something to do with Greg. In a roundabout way, it did. He'd apologized and we'd made up, but he kept pestering me about what we'd seen."

"What did he want?"

"He wanted me to do the same thing, of course."

"With your parents' friends?"

"Oh, no," Susan said quickly. "With the other teenagers who came to camp. School was almost over, and summer vacation was about to start. So Greg was—how should I say this?—sowing the seeds." She laughed. "Little did he know how fertile the soil was!"

Beth's eyes widened. Does that mean what I think it does?

"But where was I?" Susan said. "Oh, yes… My mother finally cornered me. She wanted to know why I'd been acting the way I had. She knew that Greg and I were having sex, and she was worried I was pregnant. That wouldn't happen till a few years later, with Jack.

"But you know all about that. Anyway, my mother finally dragged the story out of me. I expected her to ground me, or worse, to talk to my father. I was always Daddy's little girl, but he could put me in my place with a single look. So I didn't relish the thought of facing him over what I'd done."

"What happened?" Beth asked when the pause lengthened.

Susan laughed at the memory. "My mother just laughed. That's right, she laughed. She'd thought I was pregnant—despite all she'd taught me—and I guess she was relieved to find out that I'd simply discovered their swinging."

Beth felt an almost electric buzz at the word. She knew what it meant, but she never connected it with Susan's story. She mentally smacked herself in the forehead. Of course that's what her parents were doing. But… back then? Isn't swinging a Sixties thing?

"She sat me down and told me the whole story," Susan continued, oblivious to the jumble of thoughts racing through Beth's head. "My parents and the Kestrels, Greg's parents, had started swinging before the camp was built."

Beth squeezed her legs together with a sudden rush of arousal.

"It started when Greg's father mentioned how people bathed together in Japan, so they decided to try that. One thing led to another, of course."

"Of course," Beth said. The tingle between her legs had turned into full-blown heat and moisture, and she tried not to squirm.

"They started swinging with other couples when they built the camp. Nudist camps weren't all that common back then, so they attracted like-minded people. But my parents didn't want to have sex with just anyone who showed up."

Beth shook her head, reacting more to Susan's tone than her words.

"They wanted couples who had strong, loving relationships, but were looking for adventure and variety. Between the time they built the camp and when I discovered their goings on, I guess they found three other couples." She snorted softly. "Three couples in five or six years."

"People like that don't grow on trees."

"You have no idea…"

Are we still talking about her parents? Beth wondered. She grew nervous. "What happened with your mother?" she asked aloud.

"Oh, we had a good talk," Susan said. "She wasn't upset that I knew about them. She wasn't even upset that I'd been snooping. I think she was glad to have it out in the open. Well, it wasn't out in the open, but you know what I mean."

Beth nodded, but then tried to focus on the story.

"Greg eventually talked me into swinging with some of the other kids at camp," Susan said. "Although I probably shouldn't call them kids, because they were older than me. But we were all teenagers."

Beth swallowed hard as the heat between her legs spread outward.

"There were five of us in our little group," Susan said. "Greg and me, of course, along with the son and daughter of another couple in my parents' group."

"Who was the fifth?" Beth heard herself ask.

"A girl from town. She was Greg's ex-girlfriend, but I didn't know it at the time." She smiled fondly. "She was the first woman I ever had sex with."

Beth felt her heart skip a beat. "You mean…?"

"Mmm hmm. I told you I had an adventurous life before I met Jack."

But you didn't tell me the half of it.

"Jack didn't know about all of this until later," Susan continued. "When we got married, he knew I was a nudist. That's it. But after my mother died, I started thinking about my parents' relationship, and how swinging brought them closer." She smiled fondly. "They were always so happy and affectionate after one of their 'Cocktail Parties.'" As an aside she added, "I always loved that play on words."

Beth ignored her growing arousal and smiled.

"So I told Jack about it a couple of months after my mother died. I didn't really know what I wanted, or why I told him," Susan said, distracted by her own uncertainty, "but I knew I wanted what my parents had. I wanted that same level of connection with Jack. He's a good man, but he wasn't ready to settle down when I got pregnant. Don't get me wrong… he's never cheated on me. I know he likes to look, but he doesn't do anything because that would be against his… code. Does that make sense?"

Beth nodded. David was the same way.

"Still, I knew he wanted more. I make him happy, both in bed and out, but…" She shrugged.

Beth felt her breath catch as she watched Susan's breasts move. Her own nipples ached with desire.

"I want more, too, I guess," Susan said at last. "No, that's not true. I don't want more. I'd be content to live the rest of my life with Jack and only Jack."

Beth felt the same way about David, but she understood Susan's unspoken hunger.

"What I want is something different. Just for a little while. I don't want to have an affair—not any more than Jack does—but I want something… more." She paused. "I'm afraid I'm not making sense."

Beth shook her head. "You're making perfect sense. But…" She mustered her courage. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I thought you knew," Susan said softly, warmly.

Beth swallowed hard. "I want to hear you say it," she said at last.

Instead of answering, Susan smiled, her expression full of desire. She caressed Beth's face. At her touch, Beth felt a surge of current, her body tingling. Susan smiled, her eyes tracing the line of Beth's jaw, down to her throat and then to her chest.

Beth's nipples were stiff, and she could feel them poking through the thin cotton of her T-shirt. Susan's eyes drank her in.

She couldn't breathe. The silence lengthened, but she didn't feel awkward. She felt warm all over, like a hot bath, only ten times better. A hundred times. A thousand!

"I've been looking for you all my life," Susan said softly. "I didn't know I'd been looking until I found you." She chuckled, warm and throaty. "And to think, you walked into my life with a green bean casserole."

They shared a smile.

"I had no idea what hit me," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "You were like a ton of bricks, and you turned my life upside down."

Mine too!

Susan seemed to grow serious, her eyes focusing. "Jack and I aren't swingers," she said softly. "Not yet, at least. We hadn't found the right couple."

Beth drifted on a sea of anticipation.

Susan caressed her face again.

"Have you found the right couple yet?" Beth heard herself ask.

"Mmm hmm."

The silence drew out and Beth gazed up at Susan. She felt a wave of emotions, from fear to desire, nervousness to excitement. Could she actually become a swinger? Could she have sex with another man? Could she watch David have sex with Susan?

Could she, would she, should she?

Something within her clicked, and she felt a certainty she hadn't known since David asked her to marry him.

"What do we do now?" she said. Her heart sounded loud in her own ears, and she felt her breathing grow shallow. She focused on Susan's lips, watching them draw closer.

The seconds dragged into hours… days… years…

Beth closed her eyes and felt Susan's lips brush her own. Pleasure exploded within her, spreading outward in waves. Susan's lips were soft—so soft—her tongue insistent. Susan moaned softly, and Beth tasted her breath, hot and sweet.

The kiss seemed to last forever, timeless moments stretching into a lifetime. When they finally separated, Beth smiled and languidly opened her eyes.

"Oh, my," Susan said, her breathing heavier. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

Me too.

Susan kissed her again, tenderly.

When they broke the kiss, Beth opened her eyes and smiled slowly. "I like that," she said at last. "I like you."

Suddenly, Susan had to blink to clear her eyes.

"You'll have to show me what to do," Beth said softly, "but—"

Susan silenced her with a kiss, hard and insistent.

Beth responded, senses afire with lust. Susan felt so good against her, so soft and warm and inviting.

"Oh, God, I love you," Susan breathed at last, breaking the kiss.

"I love you too," Beth said. She laughed softly, full of wonder. "I've never said that to a woman."

Susan bent to kiss her again.

A moment later Beth gasped when she felt Susan's hand on her pussy. Her fear turned to pleasure as Susan gently rubbed, spreading her moisture. Her nipples ached, and she wanted to take off her shirt, to feel her skin against Susan's. But she didn't want to break the kiss. She didn't want Susan to stop rubbing her pussy. She didn't want any of it to end.

Beth shivered with desire as Susan kissed the hollow of her neck and then down to her chest. Slowly, tenderly, Susan planted a line of kisses between her breasts. Then she slid her hands along Beth's sides, lifting the shirt.

Beth moaned and arched her back when Susan kissed her bare navel. Higher, and Susan gently sucked one of her nipples. She didn't linger, though, not like David would've.

At the thought of David, Beth felt a pang of guilt. Was she cheating on him? Would he ever forgive her if he found out? Would he—?

Susan kissed her way down Beth's body, her touch light and confident.

Who cares what David thinks, Beth thought, wry and defiant. He can have her when I'm done!

At a gentle pressure on her inner thigh, Beth spread her legs. She moaned softly when she felt Susan's warm breath on her pussy. Her chest heaved, and she felt her stomach quiver in anticipation.

Unlike David, Susan was tender and slow. He could take his time when he wanted to, but he usually wanted to move on to something else, something involving his dick.

Susan's lips were strong and supple, and Beth groaned at the sensations in her pussy. She reached down, exactly as she would have done with David. She almost pulled back in shock when she felt long hair instead of David's bristly flattop. Then she laughed to herself, her fingers twining through Susan's thick hair.

Susan sucked her clit again and Beth forgot all about hair. She lifted her hips and tried to press her pussy against Susan's mouth. Susan teased her, pulling back and flicking her tongue over the little pearl.

Beth held her hips in the air. She wanted Susan's lips on her clit again, but she could almost feel the other woman grinning. Her insistent whimper turned into a gasp as she got her wish.

Pleasure built within her, and she felt disconnected from her body, as though she was floating on a sea of warmth and delight. She lost track of time, the sensations washing over her, surging, hot, and dreamy.

Eventually, she began to quiver with the need for release. She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out. After all, she didn't want the men to burst into the cabin to find out what was wrong.

Susan licked again, and Beth gripped the sheets with a hiss.

The dam broke and emotion flooded her. Pleasure flowed with it, almost unbearable, intense and hot. She closed her eyes and silently screamed. Another wave struck her and she felt herself floating again, borne by the current of orgasm.

When she finally sank to the bed, her chest heaved with the effort to breathe.

Susan crawled from between her legs and settled beside her. They kissed, and Beth tasted herself on another woman's lips for the first time.

She forgot about David.

She forgot about the rocking boat.

She even forgot to worry that she might be a "You know what."

She forgot about everything that didn't matter.

David matters, she thought distractedly, but not right now. Not with Susan in my arms. He'll understand, she told herself. Later. And when he finds out he can have her too…

She closed her eyes and smiled.

Later.

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