Bernie and Sharon: into the van!

Bernie pulled down the collar of Gary's jacket that Sharon was holding over her nose. She paused and met Sharon's gaze.

"You okay with waiting on Gary for your answer? About you and him?"

Sharon shrugged. "I was always waiting on Gary for one thing or another. So. I expect that he's gonna ghost me some of the time?"

"So why did you stay with Gary, if he kept you waiting when it mattered to you?"

Sharon sniffed impatiently. "Because when he showed up for me, there was nothing better. I hated it when he dodged me, but what was I gonna do? Stuart turned me down flat on a day Gary stood me up. I didn't really want anyone else, you know? So he had me on a string. I waited. So girlie, you still on for being the warm-up act?"

Bernie lifted up Gary's jacket and rubbed her nose on the inside of the collar. "Yes."

Sharon pointed to the Super Surf Van. "Hop in, let's do it."

Bernie fished the key out of the pocket of her flare-legged denim bib overall shorts. They went in the back door and Sharon pulled it closed.

It was the strangest foreplay Bernie had ever had, with she and Sharon making out intensely with Gary's jacket between their faces, holding each other around the shoulders while they rubbed their noses and lips into the cloth that still smelled of his body.

They collapsed onto the padded floor with Bernie underneath, nuzzling and moaning together into Gary's jacket. Sharon pushed herself up. She reached out for a thick pillow, slid over to rest her belly on it, and grabbed the jacket, moist around the upper back and under the shoulders from the make-out session. Sharon threw Gary's jacket over her head, lay face down, and yanked down her shorts, baring her buttocks for Bernie.

Bernie quickly stripped naked. The back of the van was hot enough already at the end of a sunny day. Her nose tingled from Sharon's mixture of scents, sweat and ass and pee and intense female arousal.

Sharon was waiting for her, hiding her face from Bernie's hungry look. Bernie's mouth watered, and she swallowed again. How many times had Gary seen Sharon like this? How many times had he taken Sharon sexually, possessing her with his hands, his mouth, penetrating her with tongue, fingers, penis thrusting into her wet, pink vagina, pushing through the crinkled star of her anus?

Sharon whimpered impatiently. Bernie leaned forward, her hands leading her face. However many times Gary took Sharon sexually, now it was Bernie's turn. She spread Sharon's broad, firm buttocks and licked Sharon's anus.

"Oh fuck!" Sharon called out. "Oh oh oh!"

Sharon quivered under Bernie's tongue. Her buttocks tensed in Bernie's gripping hands. Her taste was rank and bitter, reminding Bernie of Alison, Habiba, of Gary's mom Veevee, each memory intensely charged with sexuality.

Sharon was responsive, active, vocal, a hot, exciting partner. Bernie wanted to see how Sharon would be when it was Gary's turn again.

Bernie shifted her knees to straddle one of Sharon's feet, easing down to rest her swollen, damp, excited labia against Sharon's heel. Bernie licked steadily as she settled into the new position.

"Oh oh oh oh oh," Sharon said, her head still covered in Gary's old jacket.

Bernie opened one hand and slid her fingertips down Sharon's butt, moving her hand under her chin, reaching up to find Sharon's vulva and touch, lightly. Wet. Sharon was practically dripping with sexual excitement.

Bernie worked Sharon's labia with her fingers, stroking, squeezing, pinching, stroking again. Sharon's sounds grew louder. more urgent, whimpering as Bernie pleasured her with fingers, lips, and tongue.

Bernie rocked her hips, riding quickly and lightly on Sharon's foot, rubbing her labia and clit over Sharon's round, firm heel. Her fingers and thumb sought Sharon's clit, squeezing and rubbing directly on Sharon's stiff-swollen pleasure pearl. Bernie stiffened her tongue and penetrated Sharon's anus, tight, hot, salty and bitter.

Sharon clenched her muscles. Her hands opened and closed, clawing the old sheets covering Stuart's van-back mattress. Her hips rocked, grinding back at Bernie's thrusting tongue. Sharon cried out loudly in orgasm, her head hidden by Gary's jacket. Bernie rocked urgently on Sharon's foot, feeling Sharon's toes curling up into her pussy. Bernie ground her clit on Sharon's heel, caught her own climax and stiffened, straining with her clit mashed hard against Sharon's heel, and her face pressed hard against Sharon's buttocks, moaning but stifled by Sharon's big butt.

Sharon and Bernie lay down on their backs together just breathing, feeling the shivering aftershocks of climax, with Gary's old jacket draped over both their faces.

"Fuck, I needed that," Sharon said. "I think I'm glad Gary wasn't here, even if he was ready and willing. But I like your plan. Ask him."