By Any Other Name (R,A,S)

“So what do you think?” Aubrey asked. She posed in front of him with her hands behind her back, in a lime green bikini that contrasted nicely with her hair. The top was small but covered her slim chest well enough. She watched Richard’s gaze move up and down. From her face beaming at him, to her flowing hair that moved as she shifted from one leg to the other, then down to her chest, then her lithe waist, then to the tiny little bows keeping her bottoms together.

“It looks really nice, the green’s a good color on you. But didn’t you say that this was supposed to fit better than your old purple one?”

“Of course it does!”

“You’re sure?”

Aubrey giggled, turning around to show him her butt and point out that there was in fact a few inches more fabric where it mattered most. “This one should stay on, as long as we want it to.” She said with a teasing tone as her fingers hovered over one of the knots.

“I see.” Richard stood up, face burning as he reached for her. “We’ll have to test that out on the water.”

“Wait!” It was her turn to blush now. “There’s a couple more I bought this morning that I want to show you.”

“Go ahead then.” He sat back down at the cabana.

***

Aubrey came back from the changing rooms a few minutes later. This time, she was in a snug lilac one piece.

“I know it’s not my usual style, but I thought I’d experiment.”

“I think that’s a good color on you too.” Richard said.

“Do you like it better than the green bikini?” His girlfriend asked.

“Good question. Can you turn around for me?”

Aubrey giggled. “Of course, Master.”

He started to quibble at the title as he had before, but the words caught in his throat. Something about kicking up a fuss felt wrong when his girlfriend was trying to put on such a show.

The blonde turned around, posing her ass from one angle, then twisting on her feet to show it off from the other. She then turned back to him. “Well?”

“I don’t know, it’s still hard to decide…” Richard pretended to struggle.

She tried to pout and couldn’t, her acting skills being unable to overcome her mood. She smiled at him as she flexed one dainty arm instead.

“Is there really nothing that can help you decide?”

“I'm not sure there is.”

“Then hopefully the third one will clinch it.” She kissed him on the forehead and raced back to the changing rooms.

***

The third one felt even more modest, though it looked adorable. His girlfriend was in a pink crop top with little white flowers on it. She’d paired it with a pair of skin tight athletic shorts.

“Where did you say you got the idea for these?” Richard asked. Something was starting to feel oddly familiar…

Aubrey shrugged bashfully. “I wanted to try them after I heard what everyone had been up to this morning.

He felt Window Pane give a faint warning. “Did-”

She turned around, posing as she flexed her glutes. “What do you think? I know it’s not a proper bathing suit, but I thought it’d be cute.”

His first TF grew louder. “It is, but-”

“Do you not like it?” She asked. She looked uncertain and nervous.

Window Pane grew louder still as it advised caution.

“It looks great, but… I’m not sure it’s your style?” He explained. “At least as a swimsuit. That top would look really nice with jeans, but when I think of our past beach trips, I think of something more like your first choice?”

Aubrey quietly nodded, taking it better than his transformation seemed to expect. “That makes sense. I’ll go… try to look like me again.”

She jogged back to the changing room, coming back a couple minutes later in the light green bikini. Her swimsuit for the rest of the day decided, she leaned on her boyfriend. “Are you still willing to show me how to paddle board?”

“Come with me.” She took his hand as he led her to the paddle board stand, passing Scylla on the way. “We’ll need to use the biggest board. This twelve foot one should be just barely enough. Would you help me carry it?”

She nodded, doing her best to take the front half on their walk to the water. They stepped into the shallows together, Richard setting their board down in the water and holding it steady while she sat down on the front half of the board. Giving her time to stabilize herself, he ran back to the stand to fetch two long oars. He handed one to her before sitting down on the board himself and pushing off against the sand with his oar.

“What do I do with this?” She asked.

“Nothing yet. I’m going to bring us out a bit further. Try to keep an eye on the water without leaning too far. When you can’t see the sand anymore, let me know.”

Aubrey watched and listened as he worked, the two of them slowly going farther from shore as he pushed them against the waves. “I think we’re here?”

“Ok. Try to gently start sweeping with your oar. I’ll stick to the left side, if you want to try the right. It’s better to be too gentle than too rough, because this can tip super easily with two people.”

“I’ll try it.” She agreed hesitantly. She tried to match his efforts, though with her caution they still began slowly drifting to the right. Rather than trying to change what she was doing, he tried to slow down and balance her weaker strokes. It partially worked, their unintentional drifting slowing at the cost of their movement becoming a little jerky.

But it worked well enough, and so they moved further onto open water.

“Have you done this before? The two person thing, I mean?”

“Yes, but… not in a while.” He admitted. “I’m kind of nervous about letting us tip.”

“I know you won’t.” Aubrey assured him.

“Thanks. I wish I had your confidence.”

“Who was the last person you did this with?”

“Hel. It was back when we were young, on one of her uncle’s old properties in Louisiana. She was the one doing the steering from the back though, I always ended up flipping us.”

Aubrey started to turn around to look at him, causing the board to rock. She quickly stopped, trying to avoid the same sort of accident he’d been talking about. “I don’t think either of you have told me about a place in Louisiana before?”

“I haven’t thought about it in years. She sold it pretty much immediately after she inherited it, along with his furniture business and the rest of his land.”

“Oh.” It’s like he’s telling me they bought the moon again. I thought I was used to it, but after talking to Dad… how can Richard think all that’s normal and then spend time with us when we’re so much smaller? “Richard?”

“What’s up?”

“You like my Dad, right?”

“Of course. Doug’s great. He taught me how to change a tire, and pretty much everything I know how to do with a toolbox. Which isn’t much, but…” He chuckled. “Plus, y’know, he raised you. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” She smiled, not that he could see it with her back to him.

They continued together in silence for a few minutes, their rowing gradually becoming more steady.

Richard decided to try moving onto the next step. “I’d like to try standing up. If you feel the board getting unsteady, could you try to warn me, and if you can row on whichever side you think needs support?”

“I’ll try.” She promised.

He stopped rowing and tried to shift his weight. He planted his left foot in the back middle of the board, trying to lift his right foot to stand.

“Richar-!”

Splash.

***

Thankfully, Aubrey was willing to keep trying even after the first six times he’d tipped them. They’d eventually decided to put the blonde in the back so she could try balancing them instead, and were somehow more successful despite her inexperience. Richard had explained along the way what was supposed to be done, and by the end of the two hours they spent on the water they’d managed to stand on the board at the same time, steering where they wanted to go even if the movements remained choppy.

But when their arms grew tired, they paddled back to shore.

“Was there anything else you wanted to do at the beach?” Richard asked.

She shook her head.

“Should we head back to my place then?”

She nodded, grabbing his hand with excitement. His girlfriend squealed as she felt his hand on her ass.

“I’m sorry.”

Aubrey blushed. “No, it’s okay. It was just faster than I was expecting. You can do it again.” She moaned more gently as he found a grip on her. “I hope this isn’t weird, but would you want to carry me back?”

“I can try.”

Richard picked her up, much like he’d needed to do on their first afternoon together. She was awake this time, looking at him with adoration. She giggled as he positioned and repositioned her, deciding to support her back with one hand as he felt her and her spandex bottoms with the other. It was harder but more fun as she clung to him, smiling up as he carried her away from the sand, through the forest, past the cascading roar of the swan fountain, into his bedroom.

She posed on the bed in a 'draw me like one of your Italian girls' style, looking up at him after he set her down. “I hope you’re not too tired, after everything we did together today.”

“Is there something specific on your mind?” Richard asked with a hint of humor in his voice. It was obvious that there was, in fact, something on her mind.

“I think- or I hope- that you’ll like my newest transformation.” She’d turned bashful, losing confidence halfway through her attempt at flirting.

“Trust me, I do.” He smirked. “It’s called Hundred Acre Woods, right?”

“Y-yes, but… you don’t know all of it.”

“What exactly am I missing?” Richard tried to be patient, recognizing that there was something she was nervous about.

“I- do you want to t-taste me?” She pointed down to her bikini bottoms and the thin green string keeping them together.

“As you wish.” He was caught off guard now, but trying not to show it. He got on his knees next to the bed, looking her in the eye before reaching for the string. He pulled, undoing the knot as he held onto her thigh. Then he switched to her other side and carefully unwrapped her.

His girlfriend’s pussy lay bare, inches from him. He could visibly see her arousal, the way she was dripping with anticipation. It smelled… heavenly.

Richard slowly explored with his thumbs and forethingers, drawing closer along her inner thighs. He listened for each soft mewl and catch in her breath as he touched her. Finding Aubrey’s one more time, he lifted by the curves of her ass to his mouth.

He pressed his tongue at the edges of her clit. He could feel her body twitching as she lay on the bed.

He could taste her. What should have been salty was sweet, almost floral. The honeyed taste overwhelmed his senses as he licked and sucked on her bare skin. His erection pressed against the nylon of his swim trunks insistently as he tasted her sweetness, as he felt her ass in his hands, as he felt her prone body twitch and gasp under his ministrations.

“Richard… please…” Aubrey moaned.

He pulled away, leaving her rutting in his hands. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me.” The blonde begged. “Please, please, please, please. I need you.”

“As you wish then.” He leaned forward and gave one final sucking hum, causing her to whine as he took off his trunks.

Aubrey Conners, +10 VP (Cunnilingus) (First!)

Richard climbed onto the bed, his girlfriend squealing in excitement. He entered her, and she almost came on the spot.

“That’s what you wanted?” He teased.

But something kept her on the edge.

Aubrey nodded, desperate as he thrust into her.

He kept talking. “You know, there were so many times today that I thought we might do something like this earlier. Every time I’d catch you in our little game in the water you’d grab at my thigh. If we hadn’t been in the middle of the water I might’ve fucked you at the slide, when your perfect little ass snapped your last bikini and you decided to grind against me. Hell, the first time you posed on the ladder I was tempted to just screw our plans for the slide and take you right there.”

She moaned even louder as the pleasure overwhelmed her. But she couldn’t cum yet, couldn’t find release even as her true love blessed her with his cock and described how he’d wanted her.

“Then you put on your little show. Showing off, teasing me as you tested out those three suits earlier. And for the rest of the day I just had to long for you. I wonder if having your ass facing me was why I was struggling so much on the paddle board with you. Do you think that could’ve been why, Aubs?”

Aubrey whined, nodding again. She could feel how hard he was as he filled her. He wants me. More than anything.

Richard groaned. “Fuck. God, Honeybee, I’m close.”

Honeybee. Yes. She clung to the nickname. It was special. Unique. She treasured it, holding onto the word as the pleasure wiped almost any other thought from her mind. “Please…”

Richard buckled, his knees falling as he made one final thrust into her and came. He groaned as his cock, having been teased for hours, twitched and emptied into her.

He lay on top of her, and she was finally allowed release of her own. Aubrey cried out as she melted under him. She twitched under his body, around his cock, in the strongest orgasm of her life. When it finally finished she lay there with him, both of them tired and happy.

Honeybee.

***

Even that moment could not last forever, as that and all the other exercise they’d had earlier had made them hungry. Richard had cleaned himself up first, his girlfriend having needed several minutes before she could move her legs or even see.

He’d texted Bo to see if she could drop off dinner like Genet would. Twenty minutes later, he’d had a knock on the door.

“Oh, hey Stella. What’s up?”

The chef held out a tupperware. “Bo asked me to bring this over for you guys. It’s meatloaf, my mom’s recipe. Aubrey liked it before.”

“Thank you.”

He accepted her delivery, and she stood in the doorway. “You look nice.”

“Thank you. You do too, as always.”

The pinkette blushed. “So… have you guys done anything tonight yet?”

It was his turn to go scarlet. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said as he closed the door and ignored her question.

He brought their dinner back to Aubrey, who by this time was waiting in her pajamas. She was pleasantly surprised as he revealed what had been brought for them, but after her confusion settled she helped him set up the dishes and they sat down for a quiet meal together.

Towards the end, she decided to say something. “Richard?”

“Yes?”

“You know how I’m really close to my Dad, but I never really talk about my Mom?”

“Of course.” He set down his fork, wanting to listen closely.

“If you want, I… I think I might be comfortable telling you what happened with her.”

“If you’re sure.”

Aubrey nodded. “I’d like to try at least. So…”