"please come back"

"John," says Doe over the phone. "I'm sorry darling for the way I treated you last night. I know I should have listened to you instead of forcing you out...." I can hear a couple of sobs before she finally continues. "I keep saying that every issue had many sides, yet I did not give you the chance to explain your side last night. Please come back, honey."

"Do you really mean it?" I ask in disbelief. "Are there any conditions?"

"I mean it John. No strings attached." Doe says sincerely. My face brightens.

"You not mad at me or anyone?"

"No John. Let's have a new start. Let's put last night in the distant past."

Sensing my happiness, Greta says, "I'm happy for you John."

"Who's that I hear talking?" Doe asks suddenly. "Are you with someone?"

"Honey," I say, "would you be mad at me again if I told you that I picked up a couple of whores last night and spent the whole night with them?" I watch the amused look on Greta's face.

"Is that a hypothetical question?... because if that really happened, I'd be having you use condoms everytime! Just think of the possibility of STDs John. What were you thinking when you picked them up?"

"Oh, honey, whores are regularly screened for STDs if that's your fear.... And if you're asking what I was thinking when I picked them up?... I was thinking of having a good time... What else would a man think about after having been thrown out of his girlfriend's apartment?"

I hear a pause on the other end of the line.

"So, you're now changing your decision? Do you still want me back?"

Greta looks at me sternly. "You're torturing her John. That's no way to speak to your girlfriend who has just welcomed you back."

I finally hear Doe's voice. "For once, I agree with that whore of yours, if that was her voice... I'm a person of my word, John. Even I right now I feel like taking back everything I have said, I won't. No strings attached. So, where will I pick you up?"

I text her the address.

Greta still glares at me. "You have a twisted sense of humor. When Doe comes here, are you planning on introducing us as your whores?"

"You're whore one and I'm whore two," Sandy says, laughing.

I shook my head. "I'll be telling her it was a joke. She will understand."

In a few minutes, there is a knock on the door. I open it and there stands Doe in a dark blue long-sleeved crop top and white daisy dukes.

"This is my girlfriend, Doe." I say to Greta and Sandy.

"... and these are your whores?" Doe interrupts.

"No, honey. That whore thing was a joke. This is Greta and this is Sandy." The three of them exchange handshakes. "Sandy helped me find a job, as there was a vancancy where she works."

"So you've already found a new job after Linda fired you?" Doe looks at me in surprise.

I nod. "That was her motorbike I used.... and Greta is my ex-supervisor. She works under Linda."

I watch Doe's face for any reaction, but Greta starts talking. "I'm sorry for what happened, Doe. I know that right now you'd like to slap me or punch me. It's ok. Go ahead if you want to. But I'd like to tell you that your boyfriend was man enough to admit a wrong he wasn't guilty of doing, and to be fired for it. I was his supervisor and he was a new recruit-- so technically I was at fault. Linda wanted to fire me but he talked her out of it. Giving him a place to stay for the night was the least I could do for him."

I watch as tears streak down Doe's face. She suddenly grasps my face between her hands and kisses me hungrily on the lips. "I should have listened to you last night, John, and it wouldn't have gone this far." She then hugs Greta and kisses her on the lips. "Thank you for taking care of him." To Sandy, she says after hugging and kissing her, "Thank you for finding him a job."

She then heads for the door as I follow behind her. "Bye ladies," I say to Greta and Sandy. Before Doe could step out the door, Greta calls to Doe.

"Just a few seconds, Doe. I have something to tell you," says Greta. Doe pauses in her tracks and returns. I also follow back. "Girl talk, John," says Greta. "Please go out of the room."

I head out towards the car and wait for Doe to return. In a few minutes, the apartment door opens. I watch Doe and Greta exchange kisses before she finally leaves. The expression on her face is indecipherable. "What did you talk about?" I ask.

"As Greta has said, it's girl talk, so that excludes you." She then kisses me on the lips. "For a change, maybe we should go to the beach and have a quick swim, before we have a meal at a restaurant. Sandy said, work in the pizza shop usually starts at ten o'clock."

I am surprised by the sudden change in routine. I wonder what Greta had said to her. "You don't have any class today?"

"I do, but you're more important than class."

I realize that we are headed to a secluded section of the beach road. "Where are we going?" I ask.

"I know of a place along the beach that is less frequented. We could take a really quick swim."

"But I'm not in my swimming trunks."

"We could go skinny dipping!"

"What?" I say, looking around for signs of other people.

She then stops the car a few meters away from a rocky incline above the beach. She looks at me, then swiftly pulls off her crop top and drapes them on the side mirror of the car. She pinches the tips of her nipples and looks at me. "They miss your mouth, honey!"

I look at her open-mouthed, my cock suddenly hardening, before I realize that she has also draped her daisy dukes and a pair of white lace panties on the side mirror.

"If you don't follow soon enough," she says, "you might find some merman or mermaid ravishing my holes." She then streaks barefooted toward the footpath leading to the beach below.

I am jolted to immediately undress and chase after her. When I reach the bottom, I find Doe enjoying herself under a waterfall that had formed from a couple of rivulets that streamed out of a large crack on the rock face. I approach her with my rod sticking forward. She pretends not to see me.

I approach her from behind and grasp her slim waist, then I begin slowly moving my hands upward until I am cupping her round orbs. I brush my lips against the back of her neck, then nibble lightly on her right ear. She turns her head to kiss my lips. "What's got into you, honey?" I ask as I thrust my cock between her legs, brushing against her perineum.

"We're starting a new relationship. This is the new 'me', honey. But as for your question, you know what's got into me-- or going into me!" She quickly grasps my cockhead and guides it into her warm hole. I am soon rhythmically pumping my cock into her.

I keep my left hand groping her left boob, while I slowly slide my right hand downward, until my fingers are teasing her clit.

"I love what you're doing to me, honey." Doe moans. The cyclic beating of the waves against the shore is suddenly interrupted by a diver in a blue dive suit who emerges from the water.

I realize it is a woman after noticing the long brown hair on her uncovered head and the double globular protrusion on the front of her suit. She appears to be holding some sort of underwater camera. After taking off her snorkel, she says, "I'm sorry for interrupting you, but I was here first." She then points to an ATV parked close to the rock wall, which I hadn't noticed before.

"Are there others with you?" I ask in a tone of concern.

She shakes her head with a slight grin as she approaches us, her hands deftly unzipping the front of her suit. As the suit crumples in a heap on the sand, I realize that she is naked underneath. The paleness of her size-C boobs contrasts the tanned skin covering the rest of her body. When she is right in front of Doe she whispers, "Can I join you?"