In the end, beach beauties Bunny and Buffy are your paradise playmates.

You thought you were going on vacation when you decided to crash with Bunny and Buffy for the summer. After all, you had big plans to room with one of your friends and lovers, but it was so hard to choose who to pick, and you decide to buy time by taking the summer off to spend with vain bimbo Bunny and rich bitch Buffy...or is it the other way around? It's not like you were going to fall in love with some beach bums, right?

"So you can have your own wing, but Bunny and I were really hoping you'd stay in the Master Bedroom with us." Buffy said the first day. She wore a insanely skimpy bikini, and you soon learned she rarely wore that much. Bunny wore board shorts and nothing else. Seeing his breasts just hanging loose and lusciously and his boner tent his shorts made even an exhibitionist like you self conscious. "Don't worry about Bunny, Amy. He's just a happy himboi with breasts is all. He'll calm down once he drains his balls or gets his holes stuffed. If that's too much for your first night, I can always take care of my beach Bunny."

You didn't want to be a rude guest, and you definitely weren't worried about getting too attached to this hung hunk of himbo. You decided when in Rome, to have a threeway, or however that saying goes. In seconds the three of you were in the outfits you'd come to wear most often, bare assed and wearing only spurts and squirts as accessories. Bunny fucked you with the eagerness and speed of a his namesake, but with a stamina that put marathon runners to shame. Buffy mostly watched at first, but when you got fucked so good you started mewling like a kitten, she couldn't resist giving you a pet and letting you play with her pussy.

What began as a quick attempt to take care of Bunny and drain his balls so he could calm down, ended up in an eighteen hour three way fuck fest. When Bunny was out of breath, Buffy whispered wetly in your ear how he likes it when you bite the back of his neck when you pound his prostate. You didn't want to ignore friendly advice, and it's not like you could get hooked on his bubble butt, so you gave it a try and had Bunny speaking in tongues and spurting all over himself. Moments later, you learned that you also like to have the back of your neck bitten when you get your pussy plowed as Buffy slipped into a strap on...her most frequently worn accessory...and fucked the cum out of you and into Bunny.

This was followed by an hour long shower where all three of you gave each other full body tongue baths before you even turned on the spray. Your kisses turned hungrier as you traded between soft and alternatively surrendering and forceful Bunny and more playful and teasing and always in control Buffy. Kissing turned to sucking turned to biting turned to licking turned to plunging your tongue between Buffy's hot, wet folds while Bunny ate her ass like it was ice cream in the desert. After you tasted Buffy explode on your tongue...and all over your face...and up your nose, you were worried you had already acquired an addicting taste for her. After Bunny switched with you and you found her ass even more edible, you knew you were hooked.

Still, it was just sex. Sure, it was the kind of wild, unhinged, beastial rutting you loved along with just enough playfulness and affection to keep it fun and friendly, but it's not like you wanted to marry the brat beauty or become soul bonded to the beach bum. It's not like they could keep up that pace everyday. They had to have to do something else all day...didn't they?

You found out fast that they absolutely did not. Buffy was born richer than God and she made more in interest than the GDP of most nations. She floated through her days like a friendly ghost. She could go anywhere she wanted, do anything she wanted without fear of consequence, and fuck and feast and party all day, everyday. Bunny's ambitions never extended beyond nailing the next wave...or next bimboi, babe, or beefcake Buffy brought home as a party favor.

At first, that's all you thought you were too...a human accessory or a self maintaining sex toy, and you were honestly relieved for the simplicity and ease of use of the relationship. What was Buffy to you but a pretty face, a tight pussy, and an all expenses paid pass to a life of privilege? Surely you would get bored of them and the parade of playmates they seem to pass through your pad without every leaving a lasting mark save for the occasional stain that doesn't come out. Even then it just means replacing some curtains. Though, you did start to wonder why they kept you around when they seem to get bored with everyone else.

Maybe it was because whether you curled at Buffy's feet in a cuddle circle with Bunny as part of some pervy...both wearing cat ears of course, or sawing in and out of Buffy's tight, wet pussy while Bunny plows her ass and all three of you exchange tongues, or you are just lying around zonked out of your heads on some designer **** and top dollar drinks, you just can't help but put yourself into it 100%. You tried to be laid back and go with the flow like a good flighty flake, but it's that extra, almost imperceptible amount of pressure when you lean into a big spoon while pulling the little spoon in tighter. It's the way you can't fake a laugh to save a life, and you can't seem to stop laughing at the combination of Bunny's puppy dog easy amiability and Buffy's scathing snark...which is almost always self deprecating. You can't even stop yourself from giving an appreciative kiss to Bunny's cock or Buffy's clit everytime they cum. You just didn't want to be rude, but you learned too late how lovable you are.

Worse than that...you realized that you had fallen for your roomies with benefits long after you had a chance to nip it in the bud. You can't quite put your finger on when...maybe the moment Buffy was feeling especially Mistress-y and spanked the spurts out of you and Bunny kissed your rosy red welts before they had time to heal?

Maybe when you and Bunny got so high and horny and made a game of seeing who could make the other cum more times and Buffy got so desperately horny having to look but not touch that she ordered delivery just so the girl could eat her out while she ate in? Maybe when Buffy bathed you on your birthday, giving herself to you as a **** girl for a day because she wanted the gift to mean something and she just always bought you whatever you wanted anyway? Or maybe the card that Bunny made by scribbling out 'Condolences' on a funerary wreath and writing 'Hap! Bday Dude!' over it?

It's a strange kind of love. It's almost purely physical, but in a really communicative way? You barely talk about anything meaningful, but you don't really feel like you are missing much. Buffy is an open book, but not a long one. Bunny is a picture book, with a really great pop up feature. Neither of them would have been your first choice to fall for, but Buffy is always caring, even though she never has to be. She treats you like her girlfriend, not a toy. All her guests treat her like a meal ticket and she treats them like a meal in return. With Bunny and you, she pays back love with love, and everything else she gives for free.

Bunny is the smartest himbo you know. He is always in the moment, mostly because he forgets almost everything and can't plan ahead, but he can immediately read a situation and go from boyish charm to bouncer cool in a breath if he needs to. He is a gentle, generous soul who would give you the shirt off his back, even though he only owns one and only because 'the man'...read 7/11...makes him wear one. You can't imagine anyone will ever love you as purely and passionately and protectively, but never possesively, as Bunny loves you. You never in a million years imagined you would fall in love with a man, but then again, Bunny is one in a million.

You never made a speech, or a promise, or had to put much in words. You say 'I love you' of course, but rarely out loud. You say it in the hickey you give Buffy as you beast fuck her. She says it in the way she shivers when you moan 'Ma'am' inside her quivering quim. Bunny says it in the way he chews his bottom lip when you play frot fight and you know he is about to cum first and you can tell he can't make up his mind whether he wants to 'lose' and have to finish you off any way he wants or win and have you do it to him...even though you always let him pretend he won after he finishes you off.

You might not change the world this way, or become a better butterfly version of you like you imagined with so many choices ahead of you at graduation, but you love who you are right now, you love your lovers and you love your life. Maybe someday you will move on to something new and dangerous and possibly fulfilling. Maybe you will all put Buffy's fortune to good use and help out the less fortunate. Maybe your passions will cool and you will need to look for another heart or hearts to share yours with. But yesterday...today...and almost certainly tomorrow are all like living and loving in paradise. You know nothing lasts forever, but until it does, every single day is your...