Beach Trip 11 - Boundaries

Well, you tried. For a very very short while it even looked like you and Zoey could potentially hold your own, but, alas, reality is a cruel mistress. Despite Denise essentially being a hindrance instead of help, the skill gap was ultimately just too wide. As a matter of fact, after their 8th point against your 2nd, both teams stopped counting. Luckily, while you aren't the best loser under the sun, you can live with this particular defeat since, well, you went up against someone who almost could've gone pro. Zoey too was cool with the result, mostly because of the prospect of jumping into the ocean afterwards. This one and water really is like a dog and a bone. But then again, water do be nice.

While your girlfriend is jumping into waves or swimming her rounds further out, you decided to stay by the shore, sitting in the cool, shallow water. Where Zoey gets all this relentless energy from is beyond you. After those, like, 20 minutes of beach volleyball, you're pretty gassed. Hell, even Erika got exhausted near the end! But Zoey? Unreal. Seems like her impressive stamina applies to things other than sex, too. Oof, hold on, don't think about sex - no matter how fucking bombastic she looked during the match. No matter how perfectly the sun shone on her body, highlighting every muscle and tattoo. No matter how her semi-hard cock bounced in her shorts when- ah, fuck.

"Space for one more?" you hear Erika's voice from behind you before she appears next to you, now standing about knee deep in the sea.

"You mean, in the ocean? Ooh, might be tight." you joke and look up at her - a decision you quickly come to regret because of the sun.

"Haha." she deadpans and sits down next to you. "Hoo, chilly."

"A bit." you agree and splash some water onto your boobs. "How you doing?" you ask her, lowering you tone a little to signal the shift to a more serious topic.

"Ehh, I'm alright." says the taller woman and leans back, supporting herself with her hands. "It's just awkward. Everything."

"Yeah, I... I can imagine." you answer as your eyes fall onto Zoey a few feet deeper in the water who's started chatting with some dude and his son.

"The part that sucks the most is that it kinda takes away from this experience." Erika continues, watching your girlfriend as well. "Like, this is a fun weekend, with people I really like, but... I also wanna get this whole thing over with, tell him... well, what I need to tell him."

"That... yeah, that makes sense." you reply and both of you fall silent for a bit, listening to the soft waves, the commotion around you, watching your hot ass girlfriend chat away.

"You make it better though." Erika eventually breaks the pause and looks over to you. Aww.

"Hah, I... I mean, duh." you chuckle awkwardly. "I'm great."

"Yep. You and Denise and her." nods the taller girl and turns her attention back to Zoey who has apparently finished her conversation. Thus, she's now turning towards the two of you and wades her way through the water. For the first few feet, only her upper half is visible and just like on the volleyball pitch, it's a sight to behold. Now it ain't patches of sand sticking to her arms and abs, now it's the cool, clear water, glistening on her skin. Fucking hell, how's a girl supposed to focus on emotional support stuff like this. Well, judging by how Erika is staring as well, you probably don't have to feel bad.

"Ladies." grins the futanari and now her hip section comes into view as well. Her swimming trunks are naturally soaked and, consequently, clinging to her thighs and... other things. Breathe, Ronya, breathe.

"D'you know that guy and the kid?" you ask her, forcing yourself to look up and at her face.

"Nah, it's funny actually. Came up to me because the boy was confused." she chuckles. "Thought only guys can be buff, so these here-" she gives her boobs a quick lift. "-were throwing him off."

"Mh, cute." says Erika.

"Hah, totally." Zoey laughs and lets herself drop between the two of you, splashing a good amount of water. "Whatchu talking about?"

"Oh, you know. Just... girl stuff." you answer and wave her off. If Erika wants to share, she can, but it's not your place to.

"Oh, I see - I don't qualify for girl talk, huh?" teases the futanari and slings her arm around your shoulders. Hm, that's a matter of definition...

"Well, it's not like you're, you know, entirely a girl, no?" you argue back with a grin.

"Ah, so you were having pussy talk then." concludes Zoey, grinning right back. "In that case you're right. Can't have a dick ruin the vibe."

"Haha, exactly." you laugh and luckily, you see Erika chuckles to herself as well.

"But for real though - I can dart if you wanna have a private convo." Zoey offers, seemingly more sincere now.

"No no, it's fine." Erika interjects and stands up. "Was gonna go back anyway."

"Really?" you ask her in genuine hope that she doesn't leave because of Zoey.

"Yes, really. Don't worry." she smiles down at you reassuringly. "Gonna drink some and probably snooze for a bit."

"Aight, happy napping." Zoey bids her goodbye and she wades off.

"Man, look how your dick ruined the vibe." you joke once your friend is out of earshot.

"Oh, me and my dick are soo sorry." mocks the futa and pulls you close, shoulder to shoulder.

"You know, somehow I feeel like you're dick has probably never felt sorry for anything."

"Nahh, it did, her eand there." she replies and glances down her body. "Did some stuff in my youth I'm not overly proud of."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" you inquire, honestly curious.

"Oh, more or less the usual." she shrugs and gazes out on the vastness of the sea. "Had girls cheat on their guys with me before I started to care more, that sorta thing. Probably broke a few hearts myself."

"Hmmm, not the noblest things indeed." you comment and rest your head against her shoulder. Makes sense though. Even today, she has this sense of carelessness and paired with her unreal attractiveness - well, a recipe for a heartbreaker, especially at that age.

"Yeah, I was kind of a mess." sighs the futanari and strokes your arm. "As a teenager or like, around twenty - high on life and too many girls... oh, well, I probably shouldn't mention that last part to my girlfriend, hah."

"You shall be forgiven." you smile and poke her side. "So you'd say some of that has changed?"

"Uhhm, a bit. Yeah." answers Zoey, looking pensive. "Began to take more feelings into account and such. Plus, I don't sleep around anymore."

"Haha, yeah. Suure." you smirk, unwilling to believe a fuckboy like her is exclusively yours.

"Hey, for real." she scoffs and looks at you. "I haven't banged anyone other than you since... Stella? And her we fucked together!"

"Hold on, for real?" you ask surprised, obviously remembering the hot ass night with the platinum blond model.

"Of course. Like, when you and me were still just kinda dating, sure. But since we're official, not a single soul." she claims and that's... that's kinda wild! You realize you haven't even really thought about that ever since you had that talk with her in the beginning. That is... weirdly sweet of her?

"Gotta say, I did not expect that." you confess and raise your head from her shoulder.

"I mean I can do it, if ya want." jokes the futa and puts her hand on your thigh.

"Haha, only if I'm invited too." you counter, watching her hand. "Or like, in niche cases. Maybe."

"You'd let me cheat in niche cases?" Zoey asks amused and honestly? That question is justified, now that you learned that she HASN'T cheated all this time.

"I- hmm... I guess?" you mumble, unsure how to answer. "Not in general, I think. But like, if you talk to me and tell me what's going on, sure."

"Haha, wait, so how'd that even work? I meet someone and text you 'ayo can I tap that'?" she laughs.

"Well, as, uh, as weird as it sounds - kinda yes." you answer, chuckling a bit yourself. "But like, context matters. I dunno."

"Hah, we'll see." she grins and kisses your temple. "I'll never wanna fuck anyone more than you anyway."

"I demand that much." you smirk and push her a bit. "Oh and I hope you're aware this goes both ways then."

"Oh, I know. Bang all the girls you want." she answers with a cocky grin of her own.

"Just girls, huh?" you tease her, probing her limits.

"Hah, oh no, feel free to fuck dudes." she grins, looking right at you. "Good luck finding any dick better than mine though." she challenges and you have to admit she's making an excellent point. And you can't even hate her for it.

"You are really full of youself sometimes, you know that?"

"I am, yeah." she replies smugly and caresses your thigh under the water. "And I can make you full of me too."

"Fucking hell, you are really something e- ooh!" - that's a hand between your legs.