Sex on the Beach, and it's not a cocktail

You kissed Gemma again, pressing your chest down to hers as you shifted your knees wider to get some better power into your thrusts. In the soft, barely-there light her hair looked like silver and her eyes glimmered with little spots from the far-away streetlights. She looked like something out of a fantasy, and she felt like magic.

“I love you,” you whispered to her in the dark, feeling her pussy squelching and squeezing and grabbing onto your as you thrust over and over in a mechanical, steady rhythm.

“I love you too, John,” she gasped softly in your ear. “I love you so much.”

She had come once already, and as you leaned up from her Sabrina took your place, leaning down to place kisses on the Australian’s lips.

There was something about the three of you doing it here, out in the dark, that felt different. Every time with them felt special, but after everything that had happened earlier in the day, and all weekend, this felt…

“This feels like a love song,” you said quietly, one hand planted on the towel next to Gemma’s shoulder for leverage. You shifted the other one to slide up Sabrina’s leg and under the hem of her dress, caressing her ass for a moment and then up her back. “I don’t know what it is, but this is…”

“Effortless,” Gemma gasped as Sabrina pulled away from their kissing. “It feels effortless.” You could see she was leaking tears from her eyes, but her smile told you they were happy tears.

Sabrina turned and kissed you, her one hand trailing down and still brushing fingers across Gemma’s nipple, keeping the three of you connected to each other. “I’m so happy,” she whispered into your lips. “Thank you for being who you are, baby. This never would have happened without you being you in that copy room.”

“I’m so fucking happy too, Sabrina,” you moaned softly and kissed her again briefly before leaning down to Gemma again to kiss her as well. As your lips met you unloaded, your balls aching as you filled her pussy. Again, for the umpteenth time, you couldn’t believe how much your girlfriends trusted and loved you.

Sure, Gemma had an IUD, but she had a deep fear of getting pregnant at a young age. And yet, ever since that first time, you almost always finished inside her. The ultimate act of trust, really. Of love.

Gemma moaned and her stomach sucked in and her chest pressed out as she shifted into her own orgasm as she felt the gooey explosion filling her deep. “Yesss, John,” she gasped. “Gaaawd, yes.”

When it was over, both of you panting softly, Gemma opened her eyes and looked deep into yours with what little light you had to do so. “I think I know what our song is,” she said, then glanced aside to Sabrina - they were holding hands already, and the brunette knelt down closer. “Ours, the three of us.”

“What song?” Sabrina asked.

“Iris,” Gemma said.

And then Gemma started singing. Softly, barely more than a whisper. Almost focused more on caressing the both of you than anything else.

“And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now.”

She only made it through the first verse before Sabrina leaned in and kissed her deeply. The three of you slowly loved on each other as your cock softened and slipped out of Gemma, trading kisses and holding each other, until the emotions had stopped overwhelming you.

You and Sabrina ended up cuddled on either side of Gemma on the towel, Gemma’s dress having fallen down over her tits but her hips and mound still bare to the world. Or at least the ocean, based on the direction you were facing.

“You need to sing that song for us for real,” Sabrina whispered, leaning with one hand keeping her head up as she looked down at Gemma with pure adoration in her eyes.

“I’m not a singer,” Gemma chuckled softly. “I just got overwhelmed by the moment.”

“I still want you to,” Sabrina said. “Please?”

“It’s better as a duet,” Gemma said, turning to look at you. “How about it, baby? Want to sing with me?”

You flushed. “I’m not much of a singer either,” you said. “But for you two, I’ll try.”

“Well, I can’t be left out of singing our song,” Sabrina said. “So I guess I need to learn a part too.”

“I didn’t even get to the part that hits me the hardest,” Gemma said. This time she spoke the words, the moment of complete freedom and lack of silly shame having slipped away. “And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand. When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

The three of you sat quietly for a moment, and you kissed Gemma on the shoulder softly. “Are you worried about your family?” you asked.

She nodded. “And both of yours,” she said. “And… everyone. Your friends took it well, but what about the rest of the world? People in law school. Old stodgy professors. Deans. Judges we might clerk for. Recruitment officers at law firms. I’m scared that this is going to be the only real thing I can count on and I just want you two to know I love you like that. Like nothing else matters. I don’t want to have to explain this to them, because this isn’t explainable. Because you two are my heaven.”

Another long, tender moment of embracing each other and trying to ward off the world started and didn’t stop for a while.

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