Across The Sea

A few days later the four of them went out together, Carl, Staci, Chrissie and Pete. They were sat around a table in an old bar drinking sherry. Staci was talking animatedly to Pete about some singer they both liked and Carl had never heard of. He was talking to Chrissie but not really paying her too much attention.

Staci had settled into her new job well and seemed to have a knack for it. She'd worked in a bar before he supposed. The mostly local clientele didn't seem to mind that the pretty girl serving them didn't speak Spanish, although Carl was amazed how quickly she was picking it up. Or maybe it was Catalan, he wasn't sure.

He'd mostly sat by the bar, either chatting to her or watching her work. Now they were here, he started to worry about the future. He'd have to face Sarah eventually and he was eating through his savings.

He liked Chrissie. She was fun and flirty. She always wore very revealing tops, showing off her cleavage and curves and didn't mind you looking. He could tell why she and Staci were friends.

Staci and Pete struck up a natural rapport, even though they seemed like very different people. He was bookish and serious and clearly not very experienced with girls. He liked to quote Lorca in Spanish, even if no one else understood it.

Oddly, he didn't feel jealous about him. He could tell Staci fancied him but didn't worry she'd take it further. He realised that he didn't really know what his precise relationship status was with Staci. It hadn't really mattered when it was just the two of them. They seemed to have naturally fallen into being a couple now but he wasn't quite sure what they meant really. They never discussed the future.

Sometimes as he sat at the bar watching Staci gently tease Pete he wondered what he was doing. He found himself thinking about what came next a lot, even if he never talked about it with Staci. He couldn't just sit at this bar with a girl half his age for the rest of his life. Sometimes, he thought she deserved someone her own age.

Pete left to go to the toilet and Staci turned her attention to Carl and Chrissie.

"What are you two talking about?"

Chrissie had been talking about this rich guy she'd been seeing and started to tell Staci about him too.

"You know he wants a threesome," she said.

"Really?" asked Staci, "Will you do it?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Depends on the other girl. It was different when it was with you too, Stace."

Carl blinked.

"Really? You too had a threesome?"

"Oh yeah, didn't I ever tell you? This was about a year ago. We were doing a lot of coke at the time and this guy at the pub said he'd give us some if we both went back to his."

"Oh. Ok"

Carl felt that old hot, horny jealous feeling stirring in him again, which he hadn't felt since those first days with Staci. He looked at Chrissie's huge boobs bulging out of her top and imagined Staci licking them.

"How was it?" he asked.

"Pretty hot. Why does it turn you on Carl?" Staci put her arm around Chrissie as she said this, "thinking about us together."

"Maybe," he said.

Chrissie looked at Staci and shrugged.

"I'm in if you are. Quite keen to see that big dick you're always on about."

Pete came back and they suddenly pretended to talk about something else.

When they got back to their room at the end of the night, Carl pushed Staci up against the wall and pulled her panties down.

"Ι love it when you get jealous, Carl. You always fuck me so good."

"Yeah? You like it rough don't you? You dirty slut."

"Yes Carl," she moaned as he slammed hard into her, making her whole body shake.

"I love it rough. Harder. Carl. Harder. No one fucks me like you do. Harder. Fuck my tight slutty pussy. Make it yours. Oh yes, oh yes, just like that. Oh make me cum. This nasty, dirty little slut wants to cum on your big dick. Yes. Harder. Harder. Yes. Yes. Baby. Baby. Baby. Yes. Like that. Oh baby. Yes. I'm coming. Oh Carl. I'm coming. I'm coming."

She slumped against the wall, her legs spread wide, his cum leaking out of her.

"You fuck me like such a man," she breathed. "I fucking love it."

to be continued ...