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Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 04

Thank you to everyone who read the first 3 chapters, I really appreciate the comments and support. This story took (in total) almost a year to complete but I'm quite happy with it. I hope you enjoy it, and I love taking suggestions!

Side note: Allure of the Seas will not be getting a second chapter anytime soon. I had one written but my laptop crashed and I lost it entirely, along with another story I was just days away from releasing! I'm sorry to anyone who was looking for a sequel, but I absolutely hate rewriting things.


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"Coming through, left side!" Tanner called out, brushing past me on, what was clearly in fact, my right side. I knew what he meant though, and stepped out of his way at the last second. Sometimes while we were cooking, Tanner got so wrapped up in his own head he'd confuse directions.

After spending so many hours cooking as we grew up, we got to know each other's habits like second nature. As I knew they would be, Tanner's eyes were darting back and forth under his glasses, resting precariously on the rigid bump of his nose.

Pots and pans lined the stove and cutting boards cluttered the counter. The floorboards were creaking under our constantly shifting weight, whining loudly as we danced circles around each other.

Although there were six of us at the cottage, only he and I had taken it upon ourselves to initiate and finish a complete rib dinner. There was, admittedly, an ulterior motive behind my volunteering; I knew it would give Genevieve a chance to get to know the rest of my friends better. Even though I knew she was already well received by them, I wanted them to be as close as possible.

She was sitting in the living room playing cards with Lacy, Carson, and Kelsey at the wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. From what I could tell, they were playing Texas hold 'em and the game was severely tilted in Kelsey's favour.

Once Genevieve and I had exited the shower about forty minutes ago, we'd swiftly dried off and thrown on whatever clothes were lying around, so we'd at least look presentable. It was a bit of a mind bender seeing my fiends talk so plainly with Gen, all unaware a handful of minutes ago there'd been a collection of cum on her face so thick it rivalled a Jackson Pollock.

She caught me staring at her and returned my half-cocked smile with a subtle air kiss. I would've stayed there in a haze all day if Tanner hadn't snapped me to attention.

"Have you got the-."

"Right here, snappy." I interrupted him, throwing the salt shaker his way. He grabbed it out of midair and ground two heavy doses into the bowl of salad he was tossing.

"Salt and pepper on salad?" I said skeptically.

"Just trust me." He said confidently, glaring intently at the salad as he measured out the perfect amount of pepper to combat the white granules he'd already spread over the lettuce.

The smell of smoky barbeque was wafting in through the screen door to the BBQ outside, filling the cottage with a savoury, sticky smell that coated my nostrils like the very sauce basted over our sizzling meat. A bowl of chunky potatoes sat patiently on the counter, specked with green onions and clouds of red, dusty paprika. We used red skinned potatoes, to the colourful explosion in the bowl looked just as enticing as the vegetable filled salad Tanner was whipping together.

All I needed to finish off my current dish, green beans, was the fresh pressed-. "Garlic?" My friend was holding out a white bulb, cutting off my train of thought before I could think it. I snatched it from him and loaded a section into the press, squeezing it into the beans and stirring it around.

"Hey man, I can finish up here if you want to go out on the porch with Gen." Tanner offered.

"Why?" I asked, still half absorbed in my cooking. If I hadn't heard Genevieve's name, I wouldn't have paid attention at all to anything other than food. "I gotta finish up the ribs still they need another round of-."

"Dude, look." He pointed out over the lake. The sun was bouncing perfectly around the bay, lighting it up like a golden oasis peaking through walls of pine trees, leading down to a mirror still lake only disturbed by the quietly blowing wind.

"It's pretty." I gawked.

"It IS pretty, so take your pretty lady out there."

"Oh, right. I was thinking that too, by the way." I grumbled.

"I know, hotshot, so go get her."

No more convincing needed, I took off to the living room to grab Genevieve and head out to the porch. There, we both shared a small cushiony chair with the footrest kicked up. I'd thrown a green blanket over us, and the tassels were busy tickling Gen's nose.

She blew them out of the way and made room for her face, which she promptly snuggled deep into my chest. Having her back in my embrace again settled a lot of racing thoughts in my head. It kept surprising me how comfortable I felt around her, like it was the only time I didn't have questions rattling like loose marbles around my head.

One of those questions, one of those nagging doubts, came to light when Gen revealed she was worried about the same thing. "Do you think Allie will show up?" She asked, piercing the serenity with a heavy dose of crushing reality. My first thought was to comfort her, whether not I would be telling the truth.

"No, baby, of course not. She doesn't know where we are." I bit back the nerves edging into my voice, taking Genevieve's concerns as reason for me to be worried. I knew I'd given my ex-girlfriend the address before I'd gotten her pocket dial and discovered her cheating on me.

All I had left on my side was the hope that Gen would buy my bullshit until I had a plan put together.

"You okay, baby?" She whispered, running her fingers across my cheek and tilting it towards her, kissing my chin. "You look a little lost."

"Lost in you, maybe." I joked.

"You're gonna have to work on your flirting if this is gonna work, that was almost inexcusable."

"Almost?"

"Almost." She cooed, never breaking eye contact as she tracked the twinkle jumping between my pupils with unbroken interest. A small sigh and a smirk crossed her face, contagiously spreading to mine. "Are we gross?"

"Gross how? Like too cute?" I felt like a teenage girl just saying that. "I like to think we're just making up for lost time, darling-sweetheart." I said, fighting back the urge to crack a smile midway through my teasing.

Gen gave me an exasperated sigh and shook her head. "If we start combining stupid pet names like that I'm going to break your knee caps with a hammer, baby doll."

"You're right, we ARE sick." I groaned, rolling my eyes defeated.

A snarky remark about that being the "understatement of the year" came from the doorway. In the doorway stood Kelsey, peering over at us with her arms crossed, leaning on the doorframe. "Revolting, maybe, but I'm just not sure nauseating quite captures it." She came in and sat in the empty chair beside us, pulling out a tiny white tube and fitting it tightly between her lips. "Tanner wants you to come help him plate everything, by the way."

"He asked you first, didn't he?" I leered, fully aware of Kelsey's manipulative nature.

"It's possible, but I'm busy with this now, you see." Kelsey pulled a joint from her pocket, carefully pinching the filter so the paper stayed crisp. Her eyes were hidden behind two large, dark amber sunglasses, but I could tell they were avoiding mine at all costs. I wasn't letting her escape my gaze so easily.

Gen sat up and teased her hair for a second, planting both hands on my shoulders and pulling me from my seat. She understood what I clearly was forgetting; Kelsey was as stubborn as a person could be. Considering she had already lit the joint and inhaled her first plume of thick smoke, I should've known she wasn't willing to get up and help.

Without even using her words, Genevieve brought me to my feet. I swear, with her eyes alone she could convince me to do just about anything. Watching the wide, colourful saucers dart around my face brought a smile to my face, and pretty soon she was grinning right back.

"Come on, let's give Kelsey a little privacy with her secret lover; the dreaded cannabis." Gen insisted, touching her small feet to the floor and stretching out her back. I resisted the urge to make a joke about her REAL secret lover, but bit my tongue instead.

Kelsey caught my silence and returned it with her own wordless 'thank you' in the form of a quiet head nod. I knew she probably wouldn't be ready to tell anyone about her and Lacy this weekend, and I was amazed at how well I was still keeping the secret from Genevieve.

"Oh yeah, thanks guys,s I think I need some time alone to quit this awful habit." Kelsey flicked the end of her joint and dumped a chunk of grey ash into the tray beside her, laughing as she exhaled a lungful of chalky smoke. "Or better yet, I'll use the time to think about all the mistakes I've made that led me to this point." It didn't matter that we weren't listening much anymore, Kelsey was having enough fun talking to herself.

I looped my arms around the tiny girl as she stood up, helping her lift me a little, until we were both on our feet. Taking me by both hands, Gen led me inside to the kitchen. "Kelsey said you need help?" She said cheerfully.

"Well, I asked her for help, but I guess it's just as well that she enlisted you instead." He sighed, somehow still surprised at the lengths of Kelsey's selfishness. By now, we were used to it and pretty much took it in stride with her other, much greater qualities. "Grab plates and cutlery, would ya?"

Eventually the table was completely set, decorated with a hefty platter of ribs surrounded with potatoes and vegetables. We opted for paper plates to save us the trouble of having to clean them later, knowing ribs were going to make an awful mess.

While Gen and I had been out on the porch, Tanner took it upon himself to mix up a huge jug of margaritas. As I expected, the alcohol was heavily featured in the drink, and topped with a lime wedge and a straw.

"You really went all out with the booze, huh?" Lacy said, picking up her glass and drinking some from the top. "Tastes bearable, too."

"You're too kind." Tanner sighed flatly, clinking his glass against hers.

We crowded the table and viciously grabbed at the food sprawled across it, piling our flimsy plates high with meat and potatoes. By the time I was done, I couldn't even see my plate through the mess of delicious edibles I'd piled on.

Gen and Kelsey were seated next to me, both sporting equally full plates and hungry eyes. Since we had been drinking and running around all day, we'd worked up a deep appetite for anything we could get our hands on.

Not to mention my shower with Genevieve sapped me of pretty much all the energy I had left, and I was desperately using dinner to refuel myself. I knew Tanner's drink wasn't going to be enough, so I brought a tallboy along with me as well.

"You know, if you keep drinking so much, you're not going to outlast the rest of us like you usually do." Kelsey teased, shovelling potatoes in her mouth. I knew her plan; eat as much as she could, then drink even more to balance on the tip of nausea. Surely a recipe for disaster for most people, but Kelsey was skilled at balancing her stomach contents so she could drink massive amounts but not pass out too early.

"You're one to talk, little Mrs. 'Leaving Las Vegas'." I quipped.

"Nic Cage reference? I'm not drunk enough for that yet, hun." Kelsey complained. Fortunately for her, and probably for the rest of us, we were all well on our way to getting trashed. If there was a better way to enjoy a platter of ribs, we weren't aware of it.

Looking to my left, I could see Gen had a small dab of potato sitting on the corner of her lip. My first instinct was to wipe it off with my thumb, but I realized pretty quickly my hands couldn't be used for anything besides ribs and drinking right now.

I leaned over and kissed her, taking the potato with me and leaving her with an adorably shocked expression. After a couple seconds of recovery, she turned to me and narrowed her eyes. "You can't just go around kissing people when they have potato on their face!" She cried.

"I don't think there's a rule for that, the situation doesn't come up very often. What about coleslaw?" I said, slowly fazing the rest of my friends out of my concentration as I subconsciously diverted myself to Genevieve.

"I think that's probably worse, if they have coleslaw on them." She shot back.

"Says who? Who decides coleslaw is worse than potato?"

A small but mighty powerful foot kicked me under the table and I bit back a grunt. "People of importance say so, Kings and Queens of the food world."

"I think you need a brush up on your history, love."

"You need a brush up on shutting up."

"Oh, good one, try saying 'up' one more time." We must've looked like idiots, sitting there holding slabs of meat and bickering back and forth.

A cough from Lacy cut us off and we snapped to attention. "Should we go in the other room before you two start pillow fighting?" Tanner, Carson, and Kelsey were snickering amongst themselves on the sidelines over Lacy's interruption.

"And before you ask; yes, you are that gut-wrenching." Kelsey added, munching on a carrot stick with a loud crack.

"Like in the way that Titanic is gut-wrenching?" I asked with faint hope.

"Like in the way that Titanic makes me physically ill, yes." Kelsey flicked a piece of carrot at me with a wink. "Could be worse, at least you two probably aren't gonna drown together."

Genevieve's hand snuck into mine and my fingers instantly intertwined with hers without requiring any thinking on my part. "Damn right we aren't, because I'm gonna be safe on the big floating door, right baby?" She chimed, picking the carrot off my shirt and tossing it in her mouth.

"Does that mean I get to drown in the frigid cold ocean?"

"I suppose so, but at least you get to be Leo for a while, so it's not all bad." Always the optimistic one, Genevieve even made drowning sound half bearable.

"Yeah, lay off, Jeremy." Kelsey tossed another small piece of carrot in the air towards Gen, shocked when she managed to catch it in her mouth, even over the table.

Dinner was over too soon, and not a single stomach around the table was left empty. Despite the abundantly clear situation, most of us were still faithfully nursing the remnants of our drinks. The dim lighting gave a pleasant glow to the room, no doubt adding to our unanimous feeling of lethargic satisfaction.

I'd slowed down my drinking so I didn't end up accidentally passing out. Nothing was going to make me waste another night with Genevieve, and I was suddenly struck with the sickening thought of what it would be like in a few days not waking up beside her, after we'd left the cottage.

Gen poked the top of my foot with her toes under the table, getting me to look over at her so she could mouth "what's wrong?" while the others continued chatting. I shook my head and blew her a kiss, telling her I was fine.

Truthfully, I was. My mind was just lost in fantasizing about how to best spend time with Genevieve before we headed back to the city.

"So, I guess it's time to clean up." Carson said coyly, trying to shift the responsibility onto the girls. "And since us guys made dinner I think it's only fair that we don't have to do it."

"Nice try, hotshot." Lacy pinched his arm. "Jeremy, Tanner, you guys fuck off and we'll handle the dishes. Maybe Carson will help us if he decides to stop being such a wet blanket."

"Oh, come on, who says 'wet blanket' anymore?" Carson sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew there was no escaping Lacy once her mind was made up, and gave in to it rather than wasting time trying to argue.

Tanner stumbled out of his chair and stretched with a goofy smile plastered on his face. "Tanner needs to go take a nap." He announced with a resounding echo. It took me a second to understand why, but the sight of several empty beer cans and shot glasses around his seat gave me the impression that the poor bastard was loaded.

We left Tanner to his drunken nap, and he stumbled into the darkness of his room beat boxing in a horribly off key manner. The girls dug in to the pile of plates and silverware, but I was sure to grab Genevieve's hand before she got swept up in the madness.

"Come on, they don't need you, there's three of them." I insisted, tugging her arm like an impatient child. Genevieve bit her lips and pondered the morality of the idea, convinced she should help clean up rather than jump into bed with me again.

Pouting wasn't getting me anywhere with her, but I wasn't about to start begging. I let the crushing desire for sex do the talking for me, and knew it was only a matter of time before it changed Gen's mind.

Kelsey walked past carrying a stack of pans and gave her a small nudge with her hip. "Get the hell out of here, you two. We'll get you in twenty minutes, for the bonfire."

"Thirty minutes." Gen said flatly.

Kelsey chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. "Okay, thirty minutes then."

"Twenty." I said, elbowing Gen to (not so subtly) get my message across.

Genevieve slapped me on the shoulder. "Twenty five."

"Deal." Kelsey and I spat out at the same time, both eager to get out of there but for entirely different reasons. For me, it was the previously mentioned crushing desire for sex that was motivating me.

I grabbed my girl's hand and didn't let it go until we were rolling together in bed, and even then my hands had a hard time staying off her. Before we leapt into bed together, Gen stripped down to just her underwear and a t-shirt. She'd unhooked her bra over her shirt and pulled it out through the arm hole, something I hadn't ever seen before.

"How did you do that?" I said hazily, examining her shirt like I was looking for signs of tampering.

"I'm a wizard, you goon, why do you think I'm so good at giving head?" She asked with a cackle, throwing her bra off the bed and leaning in to bite my lip.

"Lots of practice?" I responded sarcastically, whimpering in sharp pain when Gen snapped my lip back.

"You're a cheeky fucker, aren't you." She placed both hands on my face and kissed me better, knowing how instantaneously I would forgive her once our lips touched again.

It was only seconds into our make out session and I was already scrambling to tear Genevieve's shirt off. Her hands slapped mine away protectively. "Patience, you handsy little pervert." Gen wrinkled her nose cutely, pinning my hands down by my wrists but never removing her lips from mine.

For such a small girl, she was surprisingly powerful. Not so much that she could actually overpower me, but the look of determination on her face was so adorable I couldn't help but let her try her hardest.

I relinquished my guard and let her completely trap me under her, not that I was arguing with being straddled by the beautiful firecracker. "Have I been bad?" I asked with feigned timidity. "Do I need to be punished?"

"You need to be punished by kisses, if my vote carries any weight." Gen was pushing her chest against mine and battering my neck with pecks. "But in case you were about to ask, the answer is no; we are definitely not playing that game."

She kissed me again and rolled her tongue into my mouth like it was a practiced habit. Her will weakened and she released my wrists as a sign of good faith, trusting me not to take her by surprise.

It took all my focus not to race to undress her, but I pulled out all the stops and maintained a cool head. Genevieve started grinding on me, slowly at first, but eventually she started moving faster. With a disgruntled sigh, she grabbed my hands and plopped them on her ass, firmly pressing her hands down on mine.
"I thought you'd know this routine better by now." She taunted me, shaking the globes of doughy flesh until I dug in with my fingers. I spread them apart, smacking the juicy mounds so they would echo with wavy, white ripples. "That's the best you got?"

I snarled at her and snapped my teeth. "Not quite." I wrapped my arms around her and squashed the room between us, rolling her onto her back so I was on top of her, between her legs.

My plan had been to completely submerge her in kisses so I would have an ample distraction in place to help me sneak her underwear off. Before I had a chance, Genevieve grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tugged it up over my head.

She couldn't see the look of disdain on my face, but I'm sure she could feel it. "Well if THAT'S your idea of an improvement then you're way out of your league." We tussled in a fury trying to pull my shirt off, giving my hair a wildly tangled look when it finally came off.

"I hate you." I narrowed my eyes and reluctantly accepted her invitation to kiss again, failing to hide the smile she forced on me.

"You adore me." She insisted, gazing up at me longingly with her serene, captivating doe eyes. A sparkle like a gem hidden among the fields of dazzling blue waters caught my attention and without so much as a warning, I was hopelessly love in Genevieve's eyes.

I didn't even have time to pick what to say first before she kissed me again, slithering her talented pink snake over mine and tangling them like pieces of twine. "It seems to me that you're partially in my debt from that shower." She brought up the conversation like it was nothing, turning her head to the side as I went to kiss her and interjecting words into an otherwise peaceful moment.

Then again, maybe I was just bitter we'd stopped kissing.

"Is that what you think?" I raised an eyebrow and tried to jog her memory. "I think you blew me in the shower just because you lost a bet, right?"

She put on a remarkably cute frown. "So, you don't think I did a good enough job?" She sniffled and gazed aimlessly out the window. Unlucky for me, I was with a girl who was incredibly gifted at playing the wounded card, and could outwit me just about every time.

"Oh, fine, you did a great job." I conceited and waited until she perked up to sneak a quick kiss, placing the first of many on her glossy lips. Every kiss after that was lower than the last, blazing a trail down to her t-shirt neckline.

I looked up at her with a sheepish grin, biting the collar of her shirt and pulling it down with my teeth. "You're very persistent, you know that?" She reached down and slid her shirt up to her chest, arching her back to lift it all the way off.

My brain lapsed for a second when I remembered that Gen's bra was already off, but I was quick to resume my path of wet, concentrated kisses. A path which was beginning to show signs of serious interest over Genevieve's newly revealed breasts.

"Why do you always look so fascinated?" She asked with curiosity. "You've seen them before, and you're gonna see them again, right?"

"If I play my cards right that should be true." I responded with my face buried between her boobs, using the warm piles of flesh to mould around my face like putty.

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't have given you my ass if you hadn't already played your cards so incredibly right."

I won't lie, I had a cocky smirk on for the next few minutes that I just couldn't erase. My eyes were closed as I occupied myself with Genevieve's nipples, sucking the bright pink caps and grazing my teeth over the bumpy surface.

The other was being steadily worked by my kneading hand, massaging the firm tit and tweaking the stiff peak jutting out from the centre. I nibbled as softly as I could, trying to evoke the right reaction from Gen by putting a certain amount of pressure on her nipple.

When she moaned, either in pain or pleasure, I couldn't always tell, I'd take my teeth off and use a more gentle approach. I flicked my tongue around the hardened nub, dragging it over the rubbery surface.

I knew my French kissing with her chest would have to end, so I popped the saliva coated nub from my mouth and gave it one last parting kiss, resuming my travelling kisses down her body.

The impeccable smoothness of her tummy was unmatched by anything I'd ever conjured up in my imagination, and I gladly let my lips wander across it, placing little reminders of where they'd been. Every inch I closed of the gap between me and her bare, glistening peach was increasing my nerves.

By the time I reached her panties and hooked my thumbs into the waistband I was practically exploding with anticipation. Genevieve's legs were shaking timidly as I kissed by her knee, drifting upwards as I tugged on her panties, desperate to get them off.

I got the go-ahead in the form of an arched back, getting Gen's butt off the bed so I could yank the underwear off in a flash. My arms tucked under Genevieve and I pulled her close to me, basking in the musty heat she so generously secreted.

My cheeks brushed against her thighs as I finished my descent, resting my nose on the top of her mound and gingerly lodging my tongue in the opening to Gen's slit, plunging it through the syrupy mess. Impatient for a taste of what she had to offer, I plunged my tongue in her pussy with a wild thirst, lapping at the creamy, molten sweetness.

My hair was already a blended up mess, but that didn't stop her from mixing her fingers up in my straw-blonde hay. Using the roots like reigns she pulled me into her, devilishly toying with just how deep my tongue could reach. I looked up from between her legs, peeking up over her flawlessly smooth tummy. Genevieve's face was blank, save for a slightly upturned smile, eyebrows wiggling in response to every back and forth motion my tongue did across her clit.

She tore her eyes open and groggily shook her head, meeting my eye contact and immediately turning a brilliant shade of red. "Having fun?" Her adorable voice squeaked out.

"Not as much fun as you seem to be having." I said, closing my lips around her clit and sucking the engorged button, brushing my tongue against it in long, broad strokes. "Speaking of fun I was thinking-."

Genevieve tapped a finger to her lips and shushed me. "Quiet, cutie. Back to work, please." She batted her eyelashes so seductively I didn't need her persistence to help me, but she pushed my head back down anyway.

Even with her sharp orders, her confident tone quickly subsided into brief, hasty words spat out with a great deal of effort. She jumped slightly when I slid my tongue through her syrups juices again, treating my taste buds to the delicious sweetness I'd become so fond of.

The heat engulfed my tongue as I dove deeper into her pussy, hungrily slurping her honey and mashing my tongue to her sensitive, pulsing clit. A shudder ran through her body that caused a jolt in her legs, clamping them around my head like a bear trap. Knowing I'd found a weak spot, I exploited it with more attention than she was expecting, dedicating my focus to Genevieve's clit so feverishly I could feel her peach contracting in shock.

Genevieve, much to my delight, was eager to get rougher. Little fingers tangled in my hair, rocking her hips up and down trying to find the best way to utilize my tongue to her advantage. My nose was struggling for air among the thick, creamy wetness, but I managed to find a gulp of oxygen in the short breath I took amid my tongue fucking. Not wanting to leave her unattended during my breather, I used the opportunity to carefully circle my thumb around her clitoris.

Even I was surprised by how rapidly I was adapting to know exactly how to push Genevieve's buttons, but I guess having the proper motivation was reason enough to memorize every inch of her body. Like a well-tuned instrument, she responded predictably to every push and pull of my fingers as I played her to a perfect harmony.

Whatever I was doing it worked wonders; I didn't get a peep out of her after that. Despite her silence I could tell she was extremely excited. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, but that could've had something to do with the cool air whipping against them.

I let her teeter on the edge of satisfaction for a moment, planning my next move.

Once my breath was collected I stated kissing back up her thigh, listening to her timid, repeated whispering of "oh god" like it was spurring me on. Without any warning I placed the tips of my fingers in the sticky opening to Genevieve's kitten, dipping them into the warm, wet folds of her slit.

Honey collected on my fingers and coated them in slick lube. She easily accepted my middle finger and ring finger inside, spreading open for the digits and taking them as deep as she could in one go. I had to pause when she constricted, as she'd been known to do, and wait for her to relax her walls so I could dig my fingers deeper. It felt like she gave way to my advances as she let her defences down, and let her grip loosen.

The more I eased my fingers into her, the more her throbbing clit begged loudly for the same all-consuming treatment as her insides.

My other arm was still pinned under Genevieve's left leg, but I had a strong hold on the limb and was using it to tether her to me, preventing her from scrambling away from me. Our grinding had stopped and instead gave way to a slow paced, irregular wobble.

The fleshy tunnel greedily shaped itself however I told it to, responding with tightening shivers the instant I connected with her g-spot, noting the change in texture as I connected to it. Timing my generous, long licks with the speedy tempo of my fingers massaging her inner love button silenced Genevieve entirely; not a moan or whimper to be heard as she entered a pre-orgasmic haze.

Like it was the last drop of water in a desert, I was desperately lapping up Gen's juices. Though I was getting most of it all over my mouth and face, she still continued to fall victim to the manipulation of my fingers and let more wetness seep out, much to my encouragement.

A switch flicked in Genevieve's brain and she snapped to life, letting her moaning go from soft coo from a near shout before I reached up and clapped my hand over her mouth. "Shut da fuct uh!" I had my face still buried in her honey pot, and had to swallow some of her juices in order to make myself audible.

She only got louder as I continued, so I reluctantly halted my efforts and hissed at her. "Shut the fuck up!" The nonchalant smirk she was sporting could be felt under my hand. To help keep herself quiet, Gen lent me a hand by clapping it down over mine and laughing like a banshee.

"God dammit, you're annoying." I punctuated the sentence by sucking and releasing her clit in one rough motion.

"Then shut me up." She whispered, as more of a dare than a request.

Accepting the challenge wasn't even something I had to think about, and I happily dove back between her legs.

My tongue took wide brushes over her clit, letting every tiny taste bud have a turn at tickling it. The sensitive nub quivered at the direct focus, causing Gen to force herself to withhold the urge to release a guttural scream.

Lucky for her, that was just the beginning.

I knew I would need my fingers to really throw her over the edge, so I wiggled two of them like snakes and pushed them as deep into Genevieve as possible. The tiny girl shuddered in ecstasy as I pulled my hand back, triggering her g-spot and putting her thighs in a python like vice-grip around my head.

A third finger still managed to find its way into her, stretching her beyond what I'd attempted since we hit the mattress. I pumped my fingers in and out of Genevieve's pussy, smiling like a dork at the sensational effect it was having on her. I worked on her like I was intently creating a piece of art, noting every reaction her body gave and working to recreate the best ones. After a few minutes of this, Gen was powerless to defend herself against her coming orgasm.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm already fucking cumming, God dammit!" She let out a high pitch whine, half-heartedly wishing for a break.

The squirming body I had my tongue latched onto was hard to hold onto, and if I didn't know better I'd say Genevieve was trying to get me to relent for a moment so she could collect herself.

My fingers were gliding effortlessly through her slippery pussy, carefully moving in between the spastic clenches of her wet, velvet walls. Time passed by extremely slowly, giving me a chance to really ride Genevieve's orgasm out until the end. With the slick insides still pulsating around my fingers, giving them dozens of squishy hugs, I thought for sure I would lose at least one of them. By the time I pulled them out, Gen's hole was thoroughly used and didn't look like it was up to the challenge of shrinking to its original size.

The bright pink petals of her pussy lips glistened with a combination of saliva and honey, mingling to give a pungent, sharp aroma to the room.

Once she had settled down, we took a minute to lay and let Genevieve bathe in the afterglow of her orgasm. The room was dark, but I could make out her upturned grin in the shadows as she purred softly into my chest, which she was now happily snuggled against.

My breathing had returned to normal, though after all the racing it had been doing lately it seemed like it was resting at a snail's pace. It would've been nothing short of heaven to lie there another hour with my girl, but I could hear the others getting restless outside the walls of our private sanctuary, and knew we'd have to leave it soon.

Quivering legs hardly kept her on her feet, but with my help she managed to walk out into the kitchen like nothing special had happened in the room.

Kelsey was quick to catch our sheepishly exchanged chuckles as we exited my bedroom, and just as quick to call me on it. "That didn't feel like 25 minutes." She said with no effort to hide the judgement in her voice. Sure, it was faux-judgement, but she played it off as real just the same.

"Turns out he didn't need that long." Gen slapped my butt, her boldness likely surprising her just as much as it surprised me.

"If you're all done playing with each other-."

"Kelsey, gross!" I whined, stomping my foot to startle her into shutting up like she was a yapping puppy.

"Then you can get the fire started." Kelsey said, shooting me an unenthused look and throwing a box of matches at me. "We'll be down in a few minutes, bring the newspaper down, would ya?"

I knew there were already hacked up logs ready to be used as ammunition for the fire, so Gen and I grabbed a stack of newspapers and raced down the dimly lit path to the bonfire pit. We both knew it meant another few minutes of being alone together, so we jumped at the chance.

The winding, rocky pathway that took us down to the fire pit came in the form of several large stepping stones firmly implanted in the dirt floor of the forest. Branches from various pine trees extended from the darkness, giving our tiny walkway a treetop canopy to block out the moonlight.

With one arm holding a bundle of papers, the other was securely tethered to Genevieve's. The walk was a short one, but we took our time and absorbed the feeling of being surrounded by clean air and bugs. Not exactly romantic, but is a cottage really complete without mosquitoes?

We reached the pit and Gen ran excitedly to claim her chair, eyeballing all of them before deciding on the right one. The large, wooden arm chairs were perfect for Muskoka and gave it the perfect rustic feel we all loved. The colours were nothing short of a train wreck, ranging anywhere from red, to purple, to black with pretty yellow suns painted on it.

"I think the wind is gonna blow the smoke away from me tonight." She exclaimed confidently, selecting a red seat that faced the lake and making herself comfortable. "This chair has good vibes, ya know?"

"Gen, it doesn't matter where you sit, we're all gonna get smoke in our eyes, that's part of the experience." I have to admit I was preoccupied with setting up a wood teepee stuffed with newspapers, but I still had time to dish out common bonfire knowledge. "Kind of like how Doritos have that annoying cheesy dust on them. It's part of the experience, even though it sucks."

"Please stop coming up with chip metaphors, they don't work as well as you think." Genevieve snapped open a paper and began reading. She was quiet for a couple seconds before giving a sad sigh. "Aw, Gladys Darnell passed away."

"I'm not so sure you knew anybody named Gladys Daniel."

"Darnell!" Gen kicked me in the butt as I leaned over to finish the arrangements on my fire starting fortress.

"Sorry, I meant Darnell." I looked back over my shoulder and gave her the dirtiest look I could muster, but I could only keep a straight face for so long before her goofy smile broke my will. "Who was she?"

"Just some lady."

I was taken back by her answer, and now I wanted to return her kick even more. "So you didn't know her?"

"Nope, but somebody did." She said with a hollow tone, carefully reading through the rest of her obituary.

"Why not let them read her obituary while you help me start a fire?" I didn't really need the help. The matches easily ignited and I tossed them randomly into the fire, using a spray-and-pray approach to my pyrotechnics and hoping one of them would catch.

The bursts of flame would falter slightly when they hit the paper, searching desperately for something to feed on. Once the white sheets turned brown and crispy they caught fire instantly, spreading like a virus over the rest of the crumbled up ball until it had consumed the whole thing.

All this red and orange beauty, engulfing the wooden structure with untamed hunger, and all Gen could do was read the pages I hadn't burned.

"A whole life gone and all that's left to tell the world, her friends and family, that she's gone, is a small square in a local paper." Genevieve didn't sound like she knew how she wanted that to sound; like a question or a statement.

"If they really were her friends, and family, they'd probably notice she was dead. Unless there was some type of weekend at Bernie's situation going on, does it say anything about that?" I stood up to look over the paper and bent it towards me with my finger.

In a flash of light Gen cracked the paper like a whip and I recoiled, sneering at her. "I just feel like it deserves to be read by somebody." She explained. "We're all gonna have a square one day, wouldn't it be cool if some person you never met knew who you were, even for just a minute?"

Truthfully, I didn't have a response. It wasn't that I was afraid to shatter her with a "no" in the moment she seemed delicate, but rather that I was afraid I agreed with her.

She folded the paper and set it beside her, looking around for more. "Did you bring the comics down?" Her voice quickly rose to distress when she couldn't find what she was looking for. "You burned them! Dammit, Jeremy!"

A shadow came trotting down the path to the bonfire, clutching something and waving it in the air like a flag. "No he didn't!" It was Lacy, her moonlit white hair shining miraculously as she bounced towards us.

The "flag" turned out to be the missing comics page, which put Genevieve right back in a good mood.

"I always save the strips, gotta keep them separate from the burnables." Lacy took the seat on Gen's left, so I quickly sat down in the one on her right so nobody else would.

Genevieve hummed to herself as she read the comics, withdrawing from the conversation to engross her mind in the funnies. As she let her mind wander, the locks in her brain unhinged and she had a momentary slip up. Something in the colourful pictures must've clicked a few pieces together, because she suddenly made the jump to a topic that and no business being brought up.
"Oh, Lacy, how did Kelsey like the gift?" She asked.

"What gift?" I interjected. Fear swept over Lacy's face before she had a chance to silence Genevieve.

"The underwear, right?" At first she looked curious, but in an instant it matched the same fear Lacy was showing. "Oh...shit. I mean-."

"You bought underwear for Kelsey?" I asked skeptically. "I mean, I knew you two were close but I didn't think you were at the gift giving stage."

"How close did you think we were?" Lacy asked, daring to confront me to spill about my private knowledge. I blushed and fumbled for words, giving Lacy all the clues she needed. "Oh my God, Kelsey told you didn't she?"

It wasn't fair to ask Kelsey to keep any sort of secret from me, and vice versa, which I tried to explain to Lacy. I think she was too paralyzed in shock to do much more than listen to me and nod occasionally.

"Lacy, I think it's great." I smiled, coaxing one from her in return. "How close ARE you two, exactly?"

"I think she's really cool, but we only just met. We aren't in love, not like you two." Lacy became flustered when her loose lips mentioned something, once again, better left unsaid.

The four letter word gave Genevieve an instant tension, and her fingers gripped the paper tighter as soon as it pierced her ears. Slowly lowering the barrier, she made reluctant eye contact with me. "Did you tell people you're in love with me?"

"No!" Perhaps my first reaction was a bit too harsh, but this wasn't the place I wanted to have a conversation of this magnitude. Rushing things had never been an issue for us; we needed less than 48 hours together to get to know each other inside out. So why was this such a dramatic leap?

Heavy, stomping footsteps barrelled down the pathway to the fire pit. The three of us silently agreed to keep a lid on everything we'd just talked about, and we're happy for comic relief in the form of Tanner carrying two arms full of beer.

A case of 24, to be exact.

Carson was lingering behind him finishing a cigarette, and Kelsey was keeping him company.

Genevieve crumpled up the cartoons and lobbed the ball into the fire, letting the crisp pages fall victim to brilliant, dancing flames. I couldn't tell if she was upset with me, or just thrown off, and I was even less sure about how I was feeling.

I didn't think the butterflies invading my stomach would ever end, but all it took was Genevieve's hand slipping perfectly into my palm to prove me wrong. By the time her fingers curled around mine and squeezed them tightly, I had already forgotten what agitated me so much.

The gleam of the fire was perilously outshone by the brightness of her eyes, gazing deep into mine as her grip tightened and she flashed me a gentle smile. She blew me a kiss and succeeded in calming me down, in a sense.

She'd turned me from anxious to horny in a matter of seconds, and I made sure to pause for a moment to mentally commend her for that feat. This wasn't the place to let my colours show, so I miserably doused my own flame in the first sip of yet another cold beer, provided by Tanner.

Like the true friend he was, Tanner had taken it upon himself to make sure not a single one of us was left without a drink in their hands. Nothing beats a delicious home cooked meal followed by a cold bear next to a hot, roaring flame. Crackling wood filled the air, releasing a smoky smell that started giving me flashbacks to our ribs earlier.

Silence only satisfied for so long around a campfire, and we soon found ourselves comparing sadistic stories of our most disastrous nights of drinking.

"Okay, who has the grossest puke story?" Kelsey asked, crunching a beer can and tossing it on the sand. I gave her a foul look and she shrugged innocently. "I'll pick it up later, promise."

Carson didn't have to think long to come up with an answer for her, and was sure to be the first one to share. "When Lacy and I went to our first frat party I lost four games of beer pong in a row." The bastard almost sounded like he was semi-proud of himself.

"And that made you puke?" I asked.

"Not quite, but it definitely got the ball rolling." Carson said, taking a long sip on his beer. "All that losing got me in the mood to do something I thought I could win at, so I called for an eating challenge."

"What'd you have to eat?" Genevieve asked curiously. "And how much of it?"

"Both good questions." I nodded approvingly, bumping fists with the pint-sized cutie in my lap.

Dramatic effect was too hard for Carson to avoid so he once again milked his drink to increase the wait. "Bowls of chilli, and lots of it." We all sighed in disgust and Carson rushed to defend his point. "It was the only thing the frat house had left over from a BBQ cook off the weekend before."

"That's messed up, man." Kelsey shook her head. "Real messed up."

Lacy had been holding back laughter the whole time, getting by on snickering under her breath, but now she gave up and went for an all-out laugh attack. We all caught her bug and were in stitches soon enough.

When the noise died down, Lacy got our attention. "I remember that night, but I still think I can beat it." Carson looked at her expectantly. "The night I first met Señor Maxwell was probably my biggest episode of stomach soup." Most of us gagged noisily, myself included.

Lacy went on to explain who, or what, Señor Maxwell was. The neon green, plastic funnel had been an absolutely essential party tool when we were in high school. We had made it out of the cheapest, most pathetically flimsy material we could find. Like the budget spenders we were, we never had to replace Señor Maxwell throughout his entire run.

Some of our other friends beer bongs broke, but ours stayed the test of time until we finally put him to rest on the night of our graduation. Throughout his four years we only had to repair him a handful times, and one of those came on the night we said goodbye to him for good.

"Now THAT was a night to remember." Carson reminisced dreamily.

"What was so special about it?" Genevieve piped up.

I knew at that moment that Lacy, Tanner, Carson and I were all thinking the same thing. Better yet, we were all going to keep it a secret. "That's a story for another time." I assured her. "We don't have nearly enough time to tell it all."

"The important part, however, is that I chugged so much boxed wine I projectile vomited it like sour grape juice." Lacy shuddered as she told the story, reliving the graphic details. It took everything Gen had not to laugh out loud, but the story wasn't over yet. "After the first burst, and I swear to God I was like a fountain, I put my hand to my mouth to cover it and just made it splash up into my eyes."

"And she hasn't touched boxed wine since." Carson said, initiating a respectful golf clap, dripping with sarcasm. "Fine, you were right yours was worse. That must've stung like a bitch."

Lacy gave a half-hearted cheer for her victory, not sure the prize was worth letting her "wine in the eye" story go public.

The stories around the sizzling campfire continued to flow, growing more and more intense with each beer consumed. Crackling hot embers took to the skies on a series of sharp pops, burning out in fiery rage as they fluttered to the floor.

My brain was swimming in a thick head fog, and my eyes proved themselves too difficult to hold open. As I succumbed to the droopy eyed blinking brought on by one too many drinks, Genevieve nuzzled her nose into my neck. "Hey gorgeous." The tiny girl wasted no time in sending shivers down my spine, kissing my neck to do it. They weren't anything special, but nonetheless it didn't make it any easier to keep my eyes open.

I wanted to relax in this state of bliss, but reality body checked me with a sharp whistle and a shout. "Oi! Prick!" Something light bounced off my shin with a metallic twang, so I assumed Tanner had thrown his beer can at me. "You sleepy, huh?" His mockery wasn't as subtle as it usually was, something I had been taking for granted.

As my eyes opened, I wasn't just greeted by the usual dread accompanied by being torn from a peaceful dream, but I also felt a skin crawling sense of fear I hadn't experienced since the first time I swam in a lake after seeing Jaws.

Headlights washed through the trees like bright yellow waves, and once I pieced together their location I quickly lost interest in their momentary beauty. They were coming from my driveway, and when they shut off I knew somebody had gotten out.

A thousand horror movies played over in my head in the span of a few seconds, and right away I knew we were all in trouble. Genevieve must've felt it too, because she had abandoned showing me affection entirely and had taken to staring in the same direction as me.

I watched all the exits in case I had to escape, but that was probably just my drunken brain distracting itself. When I saw the silhouette of a girl emerge over the hill I knew it wasn't a problem I could run away from, though I was seriously considering that route.

"Oh shit." Gen squirmed uncomfortably, debating whether or not to leave my side. There was only one thing that could scare her like that, and unfortunately it was now barreling down the hill towards us.

The air grew heavy as she approached, drawn down by the weight of her toxic presence. Her hair bobbed menacingly, the way it always did when she was angry, and I was hit with waves of cruel nostalgia.



The lump in my throat snowballed until it felt like I was swallowing a fist, with unsuccessful results, even before she spoke.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Allie spat out. "You're single for one day and you start shacking up with the first slut you see?"

"Who says shacking up anymore?" Tanner asked with a chuckle, oblivious to the intense aura of the bonfire.

"Don't you have somewhere to go jerk off, you burned out little freak?" Venom punctuated her words as Allie viciously ripped Tanner a new asshole with one sentence. The poor guy slumped down in his seat and kept his mouth shut. "I'm here for Jeremy, and his little bimbo, too."

"And his little dog, too?" Carson chimed in, with the best of intentions, and charged into the minefield that was, Allie.

She turned to him and sucked her teeth. "If I hear another word out of that limp dick, dumb shit mouth of yours, I'm gonna hire somebody to break your kneecaps."

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted menacingly, silencing the squabbling idiots.

"I knew I shouldn't have uploaded those photos." Lacy shook her head, unsure if she wanted to be part of the coming hurricane. Either way, I heard her and wanted to press her for more details.

"What the hell do you mean?" I asked sternly.

She whipped through her phone and brought up a picture of Gen and I in the water, playfully splashing and wrestling each other in the waves just by the shore. Her hair was a wet, tangled, mess and I was sparkling with grains of sand still clinging to my back, both sunburnt and sweaty. But somehow, seeing me tower over her in the picture outshone those imperfections.

With the sun shining bravely in the background, we had our lips locked passionately and looked so at peace, I almost felt like I'd been removed from the hostile beach I was really sitting on and transported to that paradise.

I lifted Genevieve off of me and stood up with her in my arms, keeping her protectively close as I stepped towards Allie. "You made your point, now fuck off." My teeth were unnaturally gritted in fury, which I hadn't expected to feel upon seeing my ex-girlfriend again.

"You think I drove two hours to make a fucken point?" She yelled. "I haven't heard from you all weekend, and all of a sudden I see pictures of you getting touchy with some whore-."

"Oh, bite me, you walking dumpster fire of a human being." Gen snapped, planting her hands on her hips and scrunching her nose like an angry hamster. "He gave up on you the second he heard your voicemail."

The dumbfounded look on Allie's face told us she didn't know what we were talking about, but Kelsey was quick to fill her in with a snippet of the famed recording she'd gotten on her phone.

A quizzical glance from me let Kelsey know she needed to explain a bit further. "I sent it to my phone, made it a ringtone, laugh at it from time to time." It was like she was explaining the ingredients to a tuna salad, her voice was so monotone.

"You psycho bitch!" Allie shrieked, kicking sand at Kelsey with lazy intent.

"Don't blame me, you sound like a demon when you're getting fucked." Kelsey looked at me to confirm, but I was too overwhelmed to spend time making jokes. The wailing on the recording got louder, and the pitch heightened, so Kelsey motioned to her phone excitedly. "This is my favourite part; see, your growling sounds like you're saying 'butter my biscuit' but that would be, like, absurd to say out loud, right?"

Being brought down a peg by Kelsey's humiliation, and the difficulty grasping the existence of her unknown sex tape, Allie was derailed for a moment from her rampant frenzy. Her lips parted in a loss for words, urging me to leap in while she was disarmed.

"I heard what you did, and I'm not up for this anymore." I admitted in defeat. "You're an exhausting person, Allie. I can't ever be good enough for you because you never really wanted me to be."

"High standards, is what he means." Kelsey interjected again, but hushed up when I gave her a demanding glare.

"What I MEAN is once I stopped needing fixing, we had to work on fixing you, and that was too hard for either of us." My words came easy, I didn't have to think for a second what'd driven me away from Allie, even though I hadn't given it a second thought since Genevieve kept me distracted with sex, and affection.

Tension seeped through the air like fog, all of us waiting patiently to see whether Allie would snap under the weight of her own over confidence. Terror fluttered behind her eyes as she realized how hopelessly outnumbered she was. So, naturally, she did what she always did.

"Jeremy can I see you in the kitchen?" She demanded, more than pleaded.

"Do you KNOW where the kitchen is?" I asked sarcastically, not waiting for her to reply. Gen squeezed my hand tightly as I let her go, which made Allie tense up unexpectedly. Maybe it was a bit twisted, but I enjoyed the idea of tormenting Allie with Gen as profusely as I could, especially after she cheated on me.

She was the one who needed to explain herself, but I still felt attacked.

Against my better judgement, I followed the burning ball of fury up the stairs to the cottage. Something in my brain told me to avoid the knife-happy area of the kitchen, so I opted for a seat in the living room.

"Why did you come up here?" I asked her flatly.

"To get away from your friends." I could already tell her demeanor had shifted to defensive, and half the hostility had been cut from her tone.

"I mean up North, why did you come here?"

"To talk to you." She said, leaving me to wonder what she was going to say next. "About the phone call."

"About the voicemail?" I shot back, childishly picking apart her words to gain what I thought would be an upper hand.

"You know what I meant, don't be cute."

"I can't help it, and I think if I tried to stop people would start rioting in protest."

Her eyes rolled and my stomach did the same when I realized how similar she looked to Gen while doing it. I shook the thought from my head and buried my face in my hands, pressing my palms against my eyes with enough force that I saw stars.

"What's there to talk about?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Well, we could start with how sorry I am." She reached for my hand but I tore away from her at the last second. "I know, I know you probably don't care for me much right now, but-."

"No, no 'but' necessary, you can stop there."

She stomped her foot and turned her back me, massaging her temples with her fingers. Once her composure returned she faced me, displeased that she had to play mediator to our argument.

My hands trembled on their way to the sides of my neck, covering my ears with my forearms for a second of peace. Allie had run out of things to say, which had to be a first for her. I could see in her eyes she wanted to keep convincing me, but accepted it wouldn't change anything.



Her eyes held the same lost, defeated look mine did when I heard the voicemail of her cheating on me. "So I came up here for nothing?" She sighed. "Figures, my luck has been shit ever since... you know."



"I know." Was all I offered her.



I wondered what Genevieve was thinking since I'd left her at the bonfire, and Allie read my mind instantly.



"You and her are pretty close all of a sudden." She noted bitterly.



"Drop it, Allie." I hissed.



"No, really, out of nowhere she's on you like cheap perfume on-."



"You?" That shut her up quick. Still, I thought she deserved some explanation. "She and I have been close for a while now."



"WE have been close for a while now, like 2 fucking years, Jeremy."



"Do you really think so?" I shot back, citing the past 4 months or so as evidence to my claim.



After I walked her through the important details of what had driven me away from her. I started off hostile, but by the end I was partially trying to convince her it wasn't entirely all her fault.



Classic me, a people pleaser to the end.



"Are you happy with her?" The sorrowed look on her face almost made me want to lie to her.



"Yeah, I really am." I didn't want to hurt Allie anymore, as cathartic as it would feel, so I took her the back way to the driveway so she wouldn't have to face my friends again.



The walk there felt like it took weeks, knowing the whole time it would probably be our last one. She came here a mess, and was leaving even worse off. Old habits begged me to console her, tell her she had more to offer somebody else, but I bit my tongue.



I stood outside the driver side window, leaning against the frame. Wind lashed against my face, no longer dousing me in the crisp, gentle breeze I felt by the beach. The forest surrounding the driveway made it hard for moonlight to get through the lofty treetop shield.



The dense blackness played host to a terrible number of crickets, each selfishly fighting to be the center of attention. All we were left with was the high pitched serenading that comes so welcomed with the cottage atmosphere.



"I'm gonna go." Allie whispered, regretfully telling her feet to move, and her hand to turn the keys. Even with the car roaring to a start, she felt no urge to move further.



Every fiber of my being told me to ask her to stay, but I knew that was just my crippling fear of change demanding a presence in the spotlight.



My dry mouth spilled words out like sand, and couldn't resist the urge to choke up. "I'm sorry." I muttered pathetically.



"No, I'm sorry." She said. "I was stupid thinking coming here would fix anything. Something just feels wrong about throwing away 2 years."



"I said the same thing that night to Tanner." Such a conflict of emotion was bubbling in my stomach I couldn't tell how I was feeling. Anger at her, pity for her, pain because of her. The cocktail was venomous at best and had no issues steadily eating away at me.



No more energy left to resist, Allie rolled up her window and hastily sped off down the road sending pebbles and dust up into the air.



As the sound of her tires grew dimmer, so did the beating of my heart. I was left in the middle of the road, only still, black night to keep me company. I kicked a rock and watched it scurry off the side of the road into the ditch, startling a bunny taking shelter under a nearby bush. It shot out like a bolt of fur and took off in the other direction, startling me enough to make me shriek.
Thankfully I stifled it before it began to echo like a bad recording, and I prayed nobody had heard me.



A soft voice from behind me surprised me again, and I leapt back just as suddenly. "Jumpy tonight, huh?" Genevieve said, coming up beside me and leaning into my arm.



I instinctively pulled her against me as tight as I could with one arm, burying my nose into the top of her head and breathing in the sweet, familiar scent.



For a split second, I was calm amid the world crashing down around me. Her fingers slid up my chest, each tiny digit pressing into me enough to give a separate sensation.



By the time she reached my neck, my spine was already rippling with shivers.



"What did she say?" Gen asked, suddenly concerned she'd asked the wrong question. "I mean, uh, are you okay?"



I laughed off her weak attempt at a recovery. "Yeah, I'm alright, just not how I expected that to go."



"How did you think it would go?"



"Honestly, I didn't think it ever would." I knew I was still staring shamelessly down the driveway, a tiny part of me longing for Allie to come back.



To my left, however, was the adorable smile of the very beautiful reminder of why I gave her up.

"You're doing it again." She whispered, nudging my shoulder.

"Doing what?" I asked absent-mindedly.

"Looking at me like you're daydreaming!" Well, she wasn't half wrong. Genevieve kissed my cheek and broke away from my hold, motioning for me to follow her. "Your friends wanna see you, they're down there panicking that you're gonna come back looking like a bumbling mess."

She waited for me to say something to dispute her, but I was still preoccupied with daydreaming.

I took a deep breath and went after her, sauntering lazily down the path to the fire. It was still burning brightly, illuminating the dim beach in orange light. Charred pieces of wood shot embers in the air like fireworks, crackling loudly.

They fought against the sounds of distant cricket chirps, vying for dominance in the otherwise still air of the night. Only now did I realize just how many bottles we'd gone through, as they were effectively strewn over the sand like glass stepping stones.

"He returns!" Tanner shouted, or rather, slurred, from his seat. "How'd she take the news?"

"What news?" I asked.

"You DID dump her, right?" Kelsey asked timidly, afraid I'd say no.

"Of course he did, I made sure of it." Gen declared confidently, raising our hands together like we'd just won an Olympic event.

Cheers and hollers welcomed the news, and I wasn't without a beer in my hand for much longer. The break up was enough fuel to burn our fire late into the night, going through what felt like a full tree in firewood.

Eventually all we were left with was a pile of hot embers and pale ash, the fire pit thoroughly exhausted from its endurance testing marathon.

Kelsey and Lacy retired to their beds first, and after Carson had fallen asleep in his chair once or twice, he trudged off as well.

"I know you guys probably want some alone time," said Tanner, sipping his fourth or fifth drink. "But there's just no way I'm passing up a beautiful night like this just so you two can bone."

Gen rolled her eyes at his assumption, probably because she knew how right he was. "Sorry, folks." Tanner said with a wink.

"We should go up, he's gonna be here for a while." I knew Tanner's love for the outdoors would trump my love of alone time with Gen, oddly enough, so I caved and left my seat by the fire with Genevieve in tow. "Have a great night, guys! And congratulations on your public relationship!"

We both had the same look of anxious enthusiasm on our faces, taking time to realize how refreshing it would be to go back to the real world together, as a couple. Gen stood on her toes and kissed my chin, huddling against me as we climbed the stairs to the cottage.

Admittedly, I was emotionally drained as well following the soul-scarring events of the night. Right now, a 12 hour nap/coma sounded absolutely delightful.

The cottage was dead silent, prompting a form of tiptoeing through the kitchen on our way to my bedroom. We reached the door and stood outside for a moment before going in. "You okay? I mean, are you REALLY okay?" Gen asked cautiously.

"I think I just need to sleep it off, I'll be fine tomorrow I'm sure." I mumbled hazily, wanting only a second of peace. A sparkle in Gen's eye told me she wanted to push further, but like the kindhearted soul she is, she dropped it reluctantly.

A quick peck on the forehead sent her on her way, stumbling through the dark to find her own bedroom.

Pale, uneven moonlight balanced out the shadowy corners of my bedroom, where I lay quietly listening to the old wooden cottage creak and moan softly, like it was whispering to itself.

I hadn't bothered to get undressed, due in part to the thick cloud of alcohol fogging up my brain. I sank into the mattress and let the fluffy pillow wrap around my head, covering my ears and cutting off the sounds of all but my heartbeat.

The numbers displayed on my clock were too blurry to read, but I could tell it was late. Somehow, even with my eyelids tying hooks to each other so they'd remain closed, I couldn't sleep. Every time I tried, rest eluded my grasp and put nightmares in its place, jerking me helplessly from my slumber.

It didn't take long for me to abandon the cause altogether, but by that time I was already certain I was the only person left awake in the cottage. Tanner had long since extinguished the flames and, without a hint of subtlety, crashed his way through the living room and kitchen to make it to his bed.

Now the only sounds that echoed around the cottage were those of crickets, their calls seeping through the screened in windows like sirens. A strange sense of loneliness took over me, and I recognized the unsettling feeling of being the only one awake in the entire cottage, likely on the entire bay as well.

Only one thing would ease my mind, and I couldn't find it inside. With a spring in my step, I eagerly waltzed out into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. As I had hoped, the summer air welcomed me like an old friend, granting me familiar scents that brought back worlds of memories.

I sunk into a massive wooden arm chair situated on the party boat, now void of all hints of partying. The serenity that came with it, however, was welcomed all the same. Dozens of tiny fireflies decorated the dark covering of the night sky, lighting up like Christmas lights that occasionally darted around like an over-caffeinated toddler.

It was mesmerizing to watch them, wondering what each individual piece was thinking as it became part of a bigger, beautiful picture. "This is what I need." I said to myself, pausing to wonder why I was narrating my own life, and why it was so much fun. "Jeremy wondered if the bugs were thinking the same thing as him."

The fireflies simply buzzed around frantically, without answer. I laughed to myself. "Probably not, right guys?"

Somebody was walking down the path to the dock, but I didn't turn around to look at them. "Genevieve secretly wondered if her boyfriend was starting to lose his mind, but she kept it to herself." Her feet pitter-pattered up the creaky wooden dock and I heard her jump onto the boat behind me, tossing a brown, leather bag onto one of the chairs.

It landed with a thud and I mirrored its descent as I fell to the lowest pit of the chair, sinking down until I felt as invisible as I could, still unable to hide from my embarrassment. "I didn't know you were listening." I moaned with despair. "Would've kept my thoughts to myself."

Since she had been inside, Genevieve had switched outfits. No longer in a bikini, which I had previously thought was the end-all of sexy getups, was replaced by a spectacular yellow, lace sundress. Even in the moonlight she was lit up enough to rival the stars dotting the sky around her. The starlight illuminating our escape from reality gave the perfect glow to her golden ensemble.

My fingers carelessly traced the lace pattern over her stomach, letting my mind unplug from the troubles of the world for a moment. Neither of us said anything for a second, calmly letting the breathtaking night sky take center stage.

"Genevieve is sorry she ruined your monologue." She said with a pout, coming around to sit on my lap, turning sideways and throwing her feet over the arm of the chair. "Hi baby." She kissed my cheek lovingly.

"The third person stuff is starting to freak me out." I admitted, kissing her back but aiming for her neck, exploiting her weak spot like a seasoned pro.

She gave a startled gasp, slapping my shoulder and glaring at me with an adorably menacing stare. "Cheater! I'm not trying to get you hard, why are you trying to make me wet?"

"Oh, it's that easy, huh?"

Gen blushed sheepishly, unable to back herself out of her newly painted corner. "No comment."

"Who says that's a bad thing?" I grinned, reassuring her with a few kisses for good measure.

"You're right, it's only shameful if my dear mother finds out." She said playfully in a 50's cadence. "However shall she react to such news?"

"T'will break her precious heart." I joined in.

"That'll make introducing you to her a whole new issue." She said.

"I get to meet your mother?" I beamed. "She sounds feisty, from what I've heard."

"She is, and if she knew you were the one making me wet she'd throw a fit!"

"Why, doesn't she like me? Doesn't she know how good I am at it?" I laughed manically.

Gen flicked me in the head. "Don't be gross, you asshole. I just mean she would prefer I stay pure forever. Typical mom stuff."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." I said.

"No, you don't, you don't have a vagina." She declared for anyone on the shore to hear.

"You sure?" I joked.

Genevieve didn't even entertain the notion. "Shut up, you're already making my stomach queasy."

"Yeah, from laughing so hard." I grumbled miserably to myself in an effort to save a shred of dignity.

"Girls are different with their mothers, I don't want her to think I'm easy." Gen explained, picking at the label of her beer with her thumbnail.

"You aren't easy, look how long it took you to have sex with me!" I tried to reason, with a flair of humour. "And let's be fair, I'm a bit of a stud muffin, so you were noble to resist me as long as you did."

She scoffed, intentionally, and patted my cheek reassuringly. "You're definitely a muffin, alright." Gen pinched my sides and I yelped.

"That's uncalled for." I narrowed my eyes at her.

She hissed and leapt off of me, taking over the driver seat I was facing. I didn't think she had the keys so I was happy to let her play around, but the roar of an engine told me she'd brought them with her.

I could tell she was tempted to honk the horn, but the swarm of angry neighbours it would've brought just wasn't worth it.

"Now what's your plan?" I asked with unhindered condescension.

"We're going out there!" Gen squeaked matter-of-factly, pointing out to the middle of the lake where even moonlight seemed to be swallowed up by the shadows, curving around a corner away from the nearby cottages. I couldn't see exactly where she was pointing, but I knew it would be safely tucked away under the cover of darkness.

Our boat started up and I rushed to untie it from the dock before Gen pulled away. I fumbled with the ropes at first, but soon we were slowly rolling towards our destination.

The wind whistled past my ears as we crawled to our spot, parking it once we were sure we were sufficiently alone.

We were not entirely secluded, however, with cricket chirps providing wonderful ambiance alongside the tiny waves splashing against the side of our boat. I thought being in the middle of the water surrounded in darkness was romantic enough, but Gen thought otherwise.

She opened her satchel and spilled out at least a dozen small, white tea candles. Genevieve wasted no time in placing the candles around the barge, lighting them until we had a vivid, orange aura surrounding us like a shield. The flickering of the flames cast inconsistent shadowy figures around the floor, their warmth contrasting the chill of the night breeze.

"You've got blankets on this thing, right?" Gen asked.

"Of course, for just such an occasion." I said sarcastically, pointing her to one of the benches by the back of the boat. Genevieve lifted the seat and pulled out a thick quilt and draped it over the floor, giving us a fluffy, mattress-like bed. I kept it secret that I'd only guessed where the blankets were, and luck happened to lend me a helping hand.

Her whole body was sprawled out on the quilt, taking up less than half the space and inviting me over beside her. I took up the last inches of the comforter, giving Gen only a small corner to lie, which, admittedly, was more than someone her size really needed. All around us fireflies danced just out of our vision, diving in and out of my peripherals and appearing as nothing more than spastic, yellow specks.

I happily laid next to Gen and immediately pulled her into me, twisting our legs together to eliminate any space keeping us apart. Her head was tucked squarely under my chin, tilted towards my chest to take full advantage of the comfortable resting spot.

After a few moments of uninterrupted peace, she snapped me to attention with a simple trailing of her finger down my chest. I opened my eyes with a jolt and she quickly calmed me, placing her palm to my stomach. "Relax, baby." Genevieve cooed, kissing my neck as she whispered, tickling my skin with her delightfully soft lips.

"Did I fall asleep?" I asked shyly, almost certain that with another few seconds I would've been completely unconscious.

"Close to it, but I need you awake." She insisted.

"What for?"

"Plans!" She responded cheerfully, but vaguely. With that, she swung a leg over my waist and climbed on top of me. In a heartbeat it became very clear what her plans were, and I was ripped out of my haze in a flash.

"Oh, I like these plans, you sexy little-." Before I could finish, Genevieve clapped a hand over my mouth to shut me up.

"Nuh uh, no dirty talk from you, you're no good at it." She winked, effectively silencing me. I nodded and said something muffled, but her hand blocked it. "What's that? You want me to take your pants off?"

I jerked free of her hold and stuck my tongue out. "I'm not Lassie, you can't understand me that well."

"What did you say then?" Gen said with a pout.

"I said I want YOUR pants off, dummy."

Genevieve returned my dorky smile with an unenthused glare. "I was close, you could have given it to me."

"Oh trust me, I'm about to." My obnoxious wink did nothing to aide my abysmal reputation for dirty talk.

"Not like that, for fucks sake." She playfully slapped the sides of my head.

I could tell I was staring obsessively, but Genevieve's eyes were impossible to turn away from. Her half-cocked smile quickly melted as her nose scrunched up defensively. "What are you looking at?"

"My next conquest." I blew her an air kiss.

"Yeah, right." Gen scoffed. "If there IS any conquering going on, it's gonna be me taming this monster cock." I didn't have the energy to rebuttal; Genevieve started grinding on me and it was too much to ignore.

The dress had ridden up considerably, bunching up around her hips like a fluffy, cotton cloud.

Biting her lower lip with seductive intent, Genevieve maintained her slow grind while keeping her hands occupied with my pants. Her hands were tucked beneath the dress, fiddling with my belt and buttons, trying to undo them in a blind fury.

"My cock isn't going anywhere, spaz, but it might if you rip it off." I exclaimed nervously, hoping Gen wouldn't accidentally nick me with the zipper in her haste.

"Not in a patient mood." She insisted, tugging my belt off like a whip and throwing it to the side. With that, taking my bottoms off became a whole lot easier.

Gen took them off with a flurry of movement and, before I knew it, she was crawling her way from my feet up to my chest, lifting my shirt off while she did it. I have to admit, for someone who I'd once thought of so innocently, Gen was doing everything in her power to overcome that preconception.

Her thirst for sex rivaled mine in a way Allie never had, forcing me to constantly up my game to keep pace with all the new tricks Genevieve introduced me to.

I hadn't taken the liberty of putting underwear on that evening, it was hot enough in Muskoka without them, and I soon found I wasn't the only one taking that route. Gen's remarkably toned legs were straddling me, one on each side of my hips, and her hands rooted to my shoulders for balance. "You like bottomless, huh?" She cooed softly, working her lower half in a circular motion. "Me too."

I could've drowned happily in the heat between her legs, and my semi-hard cock was already stiffening in the midst of such encompassing warmth.

Gen lowered her butt down so the engorged head of my cock was lodged between her sticky petals, which took a couple attempts, but resulted in her placing my dick just so, giving her something to grind her clitoris on.

It didn't take long for her juices to rub off on me, every stroke up the length of the meaty shaft drenched it in a generous layer of syrup. All I wanted was to submerge my cock in the hole she was teasing me with, but she knew that, and wanted it to be a long, slow wait.

Genevieve flattened her chest against mine, beautifully white tits ballooning out to the sides and nearly popping out of her dress. Without straps to hold the top in place, they were spilling out of the tight fabric cocoon like putty.

Her lips instantly found my neck, planting tiny kisses on the sensitive skin and giving my system a proper shock, fireworks exploding throughout every nerve in my body. The sensation was wonderfully numbing, to say the least, so I had very few second thoughts about mumbling in a blissful haze. "Do I get to fuck your ass?" I cut corners and eliminated some of the romance from it, but I knew Gen wouldn't complain.

"You'd better, she's all ready for you." Her teeth nipped at my skin and I bit back a squeak.

"You're the best, you know. You, and that beautiful ass of yours."

"I know I am. Who knew all it took to convince you was letting you pound my butt until it couldn't close on its own?" She played the erotic words off like casual conversation, not even straining her tone.

I swallowed excitedly, choking down the lump in my throat. "You're kidding, right?"

"Well, sort of. Now it's definitely easier to get a finger in. And every time you fuck my bum it makes it hard to sit down for too long."

I reeled in my dropped jaw. "Did you-."

"Practice? Yes. How do you think I was so ready, and willing, for this weekend?" Genevieve winked, staring deep enough into my eyes to paralyze me. "Girls can't just take it in the ass that easily, ya know. I had worthy motivation."

"You make it sound like you planned this...us, happening." I accused. Her nimble fingers weren't wasting any time, already doing their best to stay locked around my dong. Every shiver she gave me lent another heap of adrenaline, but I'm sure my heart was beating fast enough without it.

"I didn't plan anything, but I was hoping something might happen." She said with another sloppy barrage of kisses.

"Something like this?" I asked excitedly, if not suspiciously, wondering if Gen had been planning to seduce me from day one.

"God no, I never could've dreamt something like this could happen." Genevieve squirmed excitedly, whispering in my ear like a fever dream.

The silk softness of her lips inched up my neck until she found my ear sucking on the lobe. Her tongue flicked it like a punching bag before she soothed its bruises with tender kisses. She was expertly timing her playful toying with the desperate grinding she'd yet to cease.
I was wickedly close to caving and throwing Gen down, fucking her as wildly as my lust was demanding. Against that impulse, I held back and waited to see what she had in store for me. Both of us wanted to fuck, but being the first to admit it would be akin to accepting second-place, and our competitive spirits couldn't live with that.

The teasing continued, though I was still very much enjoying it, until not an inch of my pole went uncovered by Genevieve's slick honey. The breeze was noticeably cold as it nipped against my balls, both gleaming like two prized stones in a heavy amount of her nectar.

I could feel the miniature droplets of cream drip down my balls, small but powerful as it sent ripples like small shockwaves up my spine.

"Get the girls out, loverboy." Gen kissed me a few times, catching me off guard and slipping her tongue between my lips like it was natural punctuation to her sentence. She pulled away, biting my lower lip to show her reluctance. I followed her request without trying to look too eager, grabbing both sides of her dress and yanking it downward in one hard pull.

Without straps to hold it up, the whole top came crashing down like a broken dam. Finally free from their prison, Genevieve's tits were allowed to bounce around freely as she sped up her riding.

She now wore her once beautiful dress around her waist like a belt, covering her tummy but leaving her breasts and ass completely free. Something about her having it on was tickling a nerve I didn't know I had, so I was in no rush to tear it off.

I think both of us were becoming distracted watching them crash into each other like the ocean tide against the shore, but luckily she had the common sense to come out of that fog on her own.

"Are we done with foreplay yet, baby?" The girl was begging at this point, and whether it was for show or not I didn't fucking care.

My hands reacted before my brain registered a verbal response, but they were acting on impulse. The soft dough of her breasts swallowed my fingers, caving like squishy marshmellow the slightest touch upon her sensitive skin.

I had a hand full of breast meat before I even had words in my mouth. "Does no foreplay mean no blowjob?" It was hard to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"No, sweetheart, you're gonna cum down my throat when we're done." Her voice was soft and smothering, but hit hard, like a down pillow smacking me in the stomach. "Is that okay? I didn't bother responding, I knew Gen already had her mind made up; she was getting a tummy full of cum and we both knew it.

Genevieve wrapped one hand around my cock, twisting her wrist like a corkscrew around the pulsing, engorged head. My leg twitched uncontrollably in response to the stimulation, and I swear I almost lost an eye when it rolled to the back of my head.

The dirty slut in Gen was dying to come out, evident when she tightened her grip on my dick and slowly pulled her hand off, letting the glistening juices cover her skin. She licked her lips anxiously, pressing her tongue to her palm and lapping up the evidence.

"Yummy." She declared with an air kiss, slurping off the last of her sweet honey.

"For someone who claims to be impatient, you're spending an awful lot of time not fucking me." I shot her a cocky smirk, but she shut it down with a swift smack to the head.

"I'm getting to it." Gen insisted, dragging the head of my cock through her slit. The lips surrounded the bulging crown, popping in with little resistance.

Genevieve gasped quietly, letting her breath out slowly as she sat down in my lap. Her hungry pussy swallowed up one inch after another, sucking me down until her muffin was stuffed to the brim.

She moaned in content when I hit bottom, purring like a satisfied kitten. "That's what I've been waiting for."

My hands glued to her hips, helping her rock back and forth but keeping my pole buried to the hilt in her peach. The walls of her vagina clenched tightly, constricting me in soft, buttery love that melted like marshmallow around my cock.

Her eyes closed as she focused on working her speed up, motioning for me to lift my hands and help her balance. Our palms connected and she readjusted, raising her ass only to drop it again and slide me back into her hot, sticky depths.

A feeling of relief swept over Genevieve once she was full again, but she bounced her ass up and down a couple more times to savour the feeling. Every bounce made it impossible for her breasts to stay still. They wildly jumped around her chest, slapping together and daring me to pin them down.

Her nipples were the, almost literal, bright red cherries on her brilliantly creamy vanilla skin. My mouth was watering at the sight of them, and Genevieve noticed my interest in her breasts. Using her arms, she squeezed her tits together and made them bulge towards me. "See something you like?"

"I'm inside you and you're STILL finding ways to tease me?" I pouted.

"There's no teasing here, you can have whatever you want." Genevieve huddled over me, dangling her breasts in my face. They swung like heavy pendulums, hypnotizing me under their spell.

I wasn't strong enough to resist temptation like that, and Gen knew it based on her coy grin.

My hands were magnets drawn to her breasts, grabbing an ambitious handful. Moulding the soft dough made plump mountains form between the cracks in my fingers, oozing around them like putty. Genevieve's nipples ached for attention, budding tips rolling between my fingers as I rotated my hands around her juicy tits. I was moulding my grip so tightly it looked as though she would be left with a permanent imprint, but I didn't get an ounce of complaint from her.

It was too much to ask to entirely release my hold on her boobs, but the curiosity in me was building, wanting to know what would happen if I tuned the two pink buttons in front of me.

All it took was a slight touch and I had her quivering. Genevieve's nipples were spongy, squishing under my thumb when I pinched them, but stiffening as soon as I released them. She had her eyes closed, basking in the warm, glowing feeling in the pit of her stomach.

From the outside it looked like she was in a deep dream, but every tug on her nipples was followed by a quiet whimper indicating she was paying close attention. Impatience was getting the best her, and a slow grind wasn't enough to keep the a girl like her satisfied. Tingles still coursed through her nerves, giving her jelly legs that could barely support her quickening pace.

Putting all her weight on the tip of my cock, Genevieve was being subjected to a pounding deep in her stomach. Her cervix kissed the inflated bulb every time they met, and each reunion caused the tiny girl to recoil like she'd eaten a shotgun blast.

Her angle was being constantly adjusted in an effort to find a position of relief, but no matter how she sat on me it drove my cock deeper than she thought she'd be taking it. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." Gen squeaked helplessly, refusing to halt her fucking despite the physical toil it took on her.

"Wanna switch?" I offered, my condescension leaving very little room for subtlety. It didn't occur to me how long we had been there, but looking down I could see that riding me had turned Genevieve's knees a sore shade of saturated red.

That, and the glistening beads of sweat forming on her furiously concentrated brow, told me that she had been riding me for a long time.

Even her breasts looked like they'd been out through the paces, scattered handprints littered the cushiony meat where I had squeezed too hard. Genevieve's tattered breathing was making them shake enough that drops of sweat could scarcely hold on, rolling over the tender mountains like snowballs before plummeting off the peaks and landing on my stomach.

"Fuck you, this is hard work." She whined, hammering my chest with her balled up fist. "Let's see you get on top of me, if you think it's so-."

I wrapped both arms around my girl and rolled us like a barrel, putting her back on the floor. Her whole body unwound, save for where it counted, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank god. Don't rag on me for skipping the gym next week." She exhaled, raising her arms above her head in a tedious stretch. "Your turn, big talker."

Her pussy lips were surrounding my cock in a welcoming embrace, her hole spreading open the further down I sunk, determined accept the entirety of its meaty guest. Even still, it amazed me that such a small girl could contain so much, made even more incredible by the fact that she didn't usually care what hole it was.

I could feel the collection of juice pooling inside her, unable to leak out thanks to the oversized plug keeping her stuffed. With nowhere to go, the wetness was being swished around and turning her insides into a swampy disaster of sweet pussy juices.

The weight being lifted off her shoulders turned her body to the same liquid state as her shaky legs. Mischief crept into her face, accompanied by a sinister giggle.

"Is something funny?" I asked, to which Genevieve responded by sticking out her tongue. Honestly, it was like dealing with a bratty sister with her sometimes.

I mean, this probably wasn't the best time to bring that up, but we'll carry forth.

"I wouldn't say funny, exactly, but interesting." No longer focused on staying upright, Gen's face had a chance to relax. She was sporting a giddy smile, licking her lips seductively.

"Fine then, what's so interesting?" I restated.

"How easy it is to manipulate you! Now I get to watch you do the work the rest of the time." Gen boasted, assuming she'd found a sex-loophole. I wrinkled my nose in discontent and pulled my hips back until just the tip of my cock was nestled in her vagina.

Holding her by her hips, I pulled the fragile girl towards me just as I was pushing forward. Piercing deep to her core, I did everything possible to attempt to break through her spongy cervix.

Of course it was an impossible goal, but I sure as hell loved trying.

Still, this got a wonderful reaction from her in the form of a sharply stifled scream. "Oh, you asshole, you knew that'd make me jump!" She pounded my chest with her fists. "Lose a couple inches off that thing, then you can do that without a warning. Until then, be gentle with me?"

"You want my cock to be smaller, hmm?" I feigned a gasped.

"No!" Gen shot back, scrambling to correct herself. "Never ever, having it stretch me so wide is the best thing about fucking you." No man would've been able to resist her pouting face, but I knew in a few seconds she'd have me making up for it.

Gen reached up and looped her arms around my neck, dragging me down to her level so she could kiss me. The familiar feel of her lips had become somewhat of an addiction for me, and nothing beat the sensation of hers against mine. Even the sound of chirping crickets faded from my field of focus as Genevieve consumed every last bit of my ambition.

Her hunger was hard to match, and I usually found it difficult to keep up with her when she was in a "make out mood". This time, however, saw the once powerful kisser reduced to a series of guttural whines every time I rammed into her.

I let her take the lead and, despite how uncoordinated and sloppy she was, her kisses still made the world around me melt into a hazy yet familiar place.

Our tongues slithered together in harmony, flicking against each other in a competition, one looking to overpower the other. Passion spurred me on, letting blind instinct carry me forward and giving me a second to breathe as my brain went on autopilot.

I nipped Gen's lower lip with my teeth as I retracted from a kiss, and she responded by swiftly slapping my butt.

"Play nice!" I snarled, kissing her neck as she had done to me earlier. It was more of a weak spot for me than it was for her, but I still had her hands grasping the roots of my hair in only a few seconds.

"I am, oh fuck, playing...nice!" Her words came out like a stutter forced in-between her short, choppy breaths. "But that doesn't mean you have to, okay?" Her words tickled my ears with their sugar coating as their sweet melody echoed in my head.

I took the hint graciously, feeding Genevieve's request for me to speed up even though I wasn't sure she would be able to stay coherent.

But hell, it was worth a try.

Pushing until I hit her deepest spot, I slowly withdrew my pole until only the lips of her vagina stayed suctioned around me. All the honey she was secreting made it easy to slide back in without her fighting back, so I built up momentum in a matter of seconds.

Genevieve was just along for the ride now, letting her body be rocked back and forth as hard as it could. Her slender, small frame was a twig in a tornado, accepting the rough fucking she asked for without a word of complaint.

Her tits flattened against her chest, becoming two heavy, milky pancakes against the gravity weighing them down. The tremendous pounding Gen was enduring was causing her breasts to smash together like waves, crashing into each other and rippling like water under a skipped stone. My eyes were trained on her nipples, using them like tracking points so I didn't lose myself staring into the hypnotizing flurry of smooth, pearlescent white skin.

Only a few mumbles made their way out of her mouth, the rest of her words were obscurely blurred by her bumbling speech. Sure, I love a good bit of dirty talk, but fucking a girl speechless has got to be the next best thing.

I slowed down enough to let Gen catch her breath, and when she finally did she was humming words that delighted my ears.

It was softly spoken, but I barely made out the words "ass" and "ready", which was essentially a green light from my point of view. To reinforce her point, Genevieve presented her eagerness on silver platter; her trembling hands remained sturdy enough to take a firm hold of her asscheeks, spreading them wide until her asshole was winking at me in invitation.

Gen groaned disappointingly as I withdrew my cock, rubbing her pussy and pouting over feeling it empty for once. I pushed her backwards so her ass was pointed up in the air, knees tucked up beside her head to give me unlimited entry to both of her excitedly twitching holes, grinning as I knelt in front of her.

The petite girl was spread like butter below me, her sapphire blue eyes fiercely begging me to make a move. My arms wrapped around her stomach and pulled her along the blanket closer to me. She let out a satisfied sigh, seemingly relieved by having me embrace her so warmly.

Plenty of her juices had trickled their way down between her tight buttcheeks, marinating her tiny asshole in her own brand of lube. Without giving Gen any warning, I moved one hand up to her slippery pussy and dipped my fingers in to the juicy peach. The fleshy walls caved to my touch, loosely trying to clench around me but lacking the strength to do so.

With a healthy shimmer of her honey coating my fingers, I traced them down by their tips until I was grazing over Genevieve's bum, circling my index finger around it like a shark circling its prey. Once she relaxed a bit I managed to push in past my nail, wiggling the digit around as I plunged it deeper into her ass.

I slapped Gen's butt, making the vanilla skin shake like pudding. My gesture encouraged her to pull her ass open for me, keeping one hand planted on each cheek so I could dig in until my finger was swallowed whole. When I tried to pull it back I was met with remarkable friction, like her ass didn't want to let me go.

I never pulled out further than my finger tip, keeping up the same steady swirling motion to get her asshole primed and ready. It was a slow technique, but one I knew would have her opening to me like a flower in a few short moments. Digging down deeper, I nudged my finger against the mushy walls of her ass, making a hook with my finger and pulling it out gradually so she could feel every inch of her asshole being pried apart.

Expecting to see some discomfort on her face, I was delightedly surprised to see her smirking arrogantly, daring me to feed her another finger. "Is that the best you can give me?" She cooed, batting her eyelashes. "You know I can stretch wider than-oh, fuck, hold on!" Being on her back gave her no way to fight back when I pressed two more fingers against her puckered ring, slowly easing them forward until they pried the tight seal open and popped inside.

The pressure was incredible, and it felt like her butt was working to push me out. She was now displaying the contorted look of concentration I was looking for, lip quivering harder the deeper I went. Even though this wasn't the first time I'd been in her ass, making the leap from one finger to three so quickly was no easy feat, especially for someone of her tiny size. To my amazement, she persevered through the pain with an unchangeable will.

Nevertheless, her fierce determination to allow my fingers to sink as deep into the pit of her stomach as she could got her through the pain. Her bottom quickly warmed to its new guests, making ample room for all three of my fingers until I could claw them against the walls of her ass with ease, dragging my fingertips against her pink insides like nails down a chalkboard.

Spreading my fingers apart as wide as I could, I managed to make Gen's glistening butthole gape ever so slightly. I dribbled a bit of saliva into her ass, dangling the goo just inches above her pit before releasing it and watched the bubbly gob drain into her puckered opening, mixing with the sticky concoction I was already stirring up.

By now her ass had given up on trying to close at all, keeping the cherry red gape brilliantly exposed like it was constantly begging for something to stuff it, even when I withdrew my fingers and had her stretch her ass apart for me.

"If you don't hurry up and fuck my ass soon, you're going to lose your chance." She teased, slapping her hand down on her cheeks and quaking the spectacular globes, running a finger along the length of her crack and sliding it through the juices, playing with the sticky, glistening mixture like some sort of liquid playdoh.

"Yeah, right, like you set this whole thing up," I gestured to our immaculate surroundings. "Just to NOT get fucked in the ass?" She bit her lip and shyly adverted her gaze, though any blushing was unnoticeable under the already bright red hue her face was sporting. Not that I blamed her; being on her back with her legs up in the air for so long was sending all the blood to her head and probably giving her a bit of a head rush.

Genevieve didn't have the guts to play chicken with me, and wasted no time folding to my bluff. "Fine, you want me to beg, I will." In a flash Gen was on her feet, crouching down before pouncing on me in lioness fashion, pinning her knees down on my arms and nuzzling her pussy against my face. "Please, please fuck my ass, baby?" She didn't have to beg twice, I was already nodding relentlessly.

While I lapped hungrily at the sweet nectar coting Genevieve's vagina, plump and aching from its subjection to such forceful pounding, she had an arm reached around her back teasing her insatiable butthole, already properly lubed and stretched.

If she hadn't already been put through the paces, I'm sure Gen would've let me eat her out a little while longer. But her patience was wearing thin and something, other than fingers, needed to be filling her ass in the next few seconds. "You ready, cutie?" She blew me a kiss, pulling her fingers out of her ass.

"You tell me. Do I feel ready?" I asked, nodding towards my dick. The encouragement was hardly necessary; Gen crawled backward until she was hovering over my cock, pushing the inflated helmet against her tight entrance just enough to let it sink in an inch. She got comfortable, setting her legs on either side of me, and sat up straight. Doing this stopped me from going any deeper, and I was forced to withstand an onslaught of butt hugs that felt like tight, squishy hugs around the head of my cock. "Oh fuck yeah, you feel ready."
"I'm already pretty close, I'm not gonna last much longer, especially in your butt." I grabbed a handful of her plump buttcheek, giving it a satisfied smack.

"That's okay, this is just to get you close so I can swallow, okay?" She waited for my reply, but I was in too blissful of a haze to notice, so she snapped her fingers to ground me. "I said cum, down, my, throat. Got it?" I nodded reassuringly.

Rocking back and forth, Gen took me down inch by inch until she had her asshole full to the brim with pulsating cock, demanding she be spread as wide as she could until her bum was packed as tight as it physically could. The generous gasps and whines were perfectly synched to her facial expressions, twisting in twinges of pain whenever she'd sit down too hard and feel my dick knock against her fill limit, expanding far past what it had been warmed up with.

One hand was held against her stomach, the other one planted on my chest like an artillery spike, it was all she could muster to smile weakly back at me in-between gasps and moans. "I swear, you get bigger every time I'm with you." I put a hand against hers, pressed to her tummy where my imagination let me feel her insides shifting to find extra space until she touched down against my balls.

"I don't think so, maybe you're just shrinking. God knows you can't afford to do that." I taunted her, knowing she'd be tempted to hit me in rebuttal. Like a successful plan coming together, Gen raised the hand keeping her supported on my chest and lost her anchor, falling like a doll onto my dick and swallowing the last few inches without warning.

She squeaked loudly for a moment then held her breath, letting it out slowly as she rose off of me. I was finding it increasingly hard to not mimic her squeals of pleasure. You know you're really deep in a girl's ass when you can feel their heartbeat pouncing against you, and right now I was losing myself in the stillness between each of those soft thumps. Every one of those faint blips gave me an individual tickling sensation, like tiny warning signs letting me know when I'd gone too deep.

Too deep, I soon discovered, happened to be Genevieve's favourite method of anal sex. When I thought the girl would break, or at least ask for the same pause any other sane being would, she surprised me with a resilient burst of effort. Her head was hung tiredly beside mine, using the position to nibble on my neck while she devoted most of her efforts to lifting her hips and grinding them back down to a slow halt.

There was no slamming, no skin slapping on skin, just her tight butthole gripping the base of my pole, rising up with painstaking tediousness so I would be sure not to miss a single second of the steamy, syrup drenched massage. When she lowered her ass down it was even harder to keep my head on straight, my defences had long since worn thin and I was hanging on by a thread, keeping my ass clenched as tight as I could so I didn't blow my load.

If that would've worked forever, I would have stayed with my cock buried hilt deep in Genevieve's asshole for eternity. To my absolute pleasure, having me buried that deep was giving Gen a chance to really work her butt muscles and knead my dong with a series of tight hugs.

Nothing in this world compared to the sensations I was experiencing. Sure, Gen gave head way better than most girls I'd met, and I could spend hours fucking her pussy without a care for anything else in the world. But something about her ass was simply hypnotizing to me; the way it jiggled so beautifully when I pounded her, how astonishingly tight her back door stayed even after I'd spent so many nights loosening it.

Velvet soft flesh caressed the entire length of my cock, slowly rolling over it when Genevieve lowered her ass into my lap. She swirled her hips in circles and times each pass with a sharp downward plummet. At first I didn't think she could keep it up judging by the intense look of discomfort on her face whenever she drove my dick home, but I was wrong to ever underestimate Genevieve.

Her moans of pleasure from before were turned to whimpers, and her eyes sealed themselves. Even still, she continued the routine until I saw her eyes open, leading into a confident smile. I genuinely didn't know what was going on with her, and I was starting to think I'd have to take it easy on the fragile thing.

"Gen, are you okay?" I asked. "We can stop if you-."

"No!" She hissed. "I told you, I don't mind the pain. It's just like a deep pressure in my stomach, feels like a hot tub jet is spraying into me."

"And that feels good? I've never heard you describe like that before."

"Oh my God, focus, boy! I'm not here to TALK about getting my ass fucked." She had enough with the chatter and shut me up with her lips against mine. I wouldn't let her pull away, locking my arms around her and bucking my hips up to meet her downward strokes. The feeling of pushing her elastic hole to the brink was exhilarating; I could feel her slowly surrendering it's vice grip and succumb to the hammering of our combined fucking.

She didn't hold back at all, slamming her butt down to swallow my cock until she was rooted to my hips. The looser she became, the faster she started to move, plunging my cock into her hot, gooey center. We fell out of synchronization but kept at it until we were back in time again, both of us moving too spastically to keep a steady pace.

"Sweetheart, I'd really like that cum now." She pleaded, puppy dog eyes batting lovingly. I didn't respond, I couldn't, I just threw back my head and groaned, but Genevieve knew what that meant.

She hurried off of me and knelt over my cock, stroking it with her fist as rapidly as she could. Spit dribbled down into her clenched fist, slipping between the cracks of her fingers as she spread it around. "Come on baby, come on I know you're ready, you're straining I can feel you pulsing." She urged me on, knowing how helpful it would be. I didn't want to be the one to tell her I was already well on my way to cumming, that'd spoil the fun.

Besides, I think she sort of enjoys it.

A million neurons lit up in my brain, every hair on my body stood at attention as jolts of endorphins exploded in my body. I closed my eyes and didn't open them until what felt like hours later, every second was slowed to a tedious crawl where every touch was magnified by a thousand.

As soon as she felt my cock throb like a balloon, Genevieve took her hand off and calmly placed her lips on the swelling, red crown. Her tongue didn't stop dancing the entire time, flicking over the cum launching tip in-between hot, salty blasts of semen. Each spurt coated her tongue and saturated her taste buds, oozing around in her mouth while she patiently awaited my finish.

Impulsively, I grabbed the sides of her head and held on tightly. It's not like she needed the encouragement, she gradually inched her way down to the base and stored as much of my load as she could in her cheeks, save for a few drops that she couldn't help but let slide down her throat.

Usually Gen swallowed right away, but with a mouth full of cum she started bobbing her head up and down, spreading the sticky mixture of saliva and cream like batter over my pole. Her hands were both working my balls, like she was keeping herself busy while she easily gathered each deposit of warm baby butter in her mouth.

She pulled her head back and opened wide, displaying a sensational amount of white cum, most of which was bubbling up considerably as she played with it more and more. I smiled like an absolute idiot and it made her laugh, so I almost ended up with a face full of my own splooge.

Thankully, Gen tilted her head back and, with a great deal of effort, gulped down the pearlescent goo in one try. She let out a huge breath after and dropped her head down to my thigh, sighing heavily. "I'm getting better at that."

"I can tell." I groaned.

"Maybe next time I should try with 2 or 3 loads, see what my limit is." She teased. "Carson and Tanner seem awfully game for-."

"You're gonna have to shut that shit down." I sat up and pulled Gen on top of me. She was weightless in the wake of so much adrenaline, and both of us were significantly exhausted. Her breathing slowed more and more as the excitement filtered out of her body, putting her energy on fumes.

Pretty soon Gen was purring like a kitten, balancing on the fence of sleep. The serene atmosphere, provided by nature's thousands of different instruments, was nothing short of a lullaby. It put both of us in a lightheaded trance, though I suspect the sex played a part in that as well.

Her hand was resting flat on my chest, using my heartbeat like a bass drum to keep tempo while she counted sheep. I wasn't going to wake her, she worked hard as hell for me and deserved a good, long rest. In that time I'd hopefully be able to give my penis some much needed recovery time; I still had a residual juices remaining on most of it, giving a shimmer to the bulging head and proudly showing off the swollen, pink egg.

The entire bottom half of my body was still radiating with bone chilling tingles; pins and needles was the most minor way to describe the cold numb sensation my orgasm had brought me. The more I tried to control my breathing, the harder it became to lower my heartrate and I felt like I'd overdone myself at a marathon.

"Shh, baby, you did good." Genevieve rubbed my chest and complimented me in a haze, still looking like she was convincingly unconscious. Focusing on nothing besides her hand on my skin, I calmed myself down.

We lay in peaceful solitude for a while, and I'm pretty sure Genevieve fell asleep. Even after so much "work" I still wasn't able to sleep. I was listening to every cricket, branch snap, or frog croak that echoed along the peaceful lake, and realized that we probably made way more sound than we thought.

Didn't matter if anyone heard us, we would be heading home the next day. And our paradise would be ended, just like that. Poof.

Oh.

***

Breakfast the next day was basically cereal and toast. Without time or patience to make a full feast for yet another day, we took the easy way out so we could hit the road early and beat traffic. We finally cleaned all the dishes and got the cottage back in working condition just in time to leave. All our stuff had been packed already, and we said our last goodbyes to the Muskokian wilderness.

"I'm gonna miss this place, it's so beautiful up here." Kelsey said with a sad whine. "When are we coming back up?"

"That's a bit presumptuous don't you think?" I said. "What if I didn't have fun with you? You're awfully snippy, ya know."

"Fuck you, when are we coming back up?" She stuck her tongue out at me.

I promised her I'd bring her up soon and hugged her goodbye, promising to see her sometime next week for drinks. This time somewhere more like a pub, going from extravagant forest to a basement bar. What a great trade-off.

Lacy and Kelsey walked off to the car while we stayed further up on the driveway. It didn't feel right interrupting their last moment together, thought I suspected they'd be seeing each other sometime soon as well. I said goodbye to the rest of my friends and asked Tanner if he wanted to drive down in the car with Gen and I.

"You guys can have some alone time, the four of us will take Carson's car." They piled in like clowns and honked a few times as they drove off down the road, kicking up a tiny dust storm.

I stood with my arm around Genevieve, watching their car roll down the dirt driveway until it disappeared around the corner. Pangs of sadness hit me as we walked towards our own car, and she noticed.

"Something wrong?" She squeezed my hand with concern.

"Not really, just hate the drive home, it always takes so long."

Maybe I was bad at lying, or maybe she could just read me that easily. She started pestering me to tell her what was really wrong, and I figured it'd be smarter to just tell her than spend the car ride home being picked at with questions. "I just don't wanna leave, I love being up here with you."

"And now you can go be in the city with me too, there's nobody in our way anymore!" She shouted cheerfully, listening to her voice bounce around the trees like a bullhorn. "Come to think of it, we make pretty good roommates."

"I guess so."

"Next year I'm gonna be looking for a new apartment, something close to work. I could use someone to split the rent with." She said shyly. "If you know anybody, I mean."

"How many bedrooms?" I asked.

"Just one. Do we need more?"

"I was hoping not." I nuzzled my nose into her head and kissed it, constricting her in a hug.

"Good answer!" Genevieve chimed, throwing me a sexy wink. "You're definitely getting road head for that one, talk about a win/win, huh?" Falling in love with an irresistible, magnificent girl AND doing it in the beautiful world of Muskoka? Yeah, I'd call that a win/win.

The two of us sped off down the highway towards home, both of us likely thinking the same thing; what comes next? Who knows, maybe sometime down the road we'll have to come back with a few more people.

Until then, thanks for reading.

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