Cascade

Two cars, one a new orange 4Runner, the other a white Nissan, pulled up in front of the lake house late in the afternoon. The road followed the southern bank of Sequoia Lake, stands of pine trees breaking only where a driveway sloped down to one of the many two-story houses lined up along the shore.

The occupants of the cars were about to begin a spring break that all nine of them would call, with varying degrees of seriousness, cursed.

The doors of the 4Runner opened. Ash Campbell and Natalie Cho stepped out of the back. They reached for each other reflexively, as though they couldn't stand not to be in contact with one another for more than a few moments.

Ash was tall and thin, and a combination of his chunky glasses and smooth-cheeked good looks that caused the older generation to call him Buddy Holly. His coffee-colored hair was short on the sides and back, with wild curls flopping around on the top. It might have been the glasses, or theCreature from the Black Lagoont-shirt, or the skinny jeans, or the Converse All-Stars, but he looked like he should be playing bass in a grindcore band or directing a monster movie.

Natalie was of middling height, with the lean build of a collegiate soccer player. Her features were a mix of European and Asian, with almond-shaped eyes do dark that the irises seemed darker than the pupils. Her hair, in a kicky pixie cut, would have been lighter than Ash's, but she had dyed it an eye-catching teal. Her skin was a smooth bronze with a single beauty mark on her right cheek. She was beautiful in a way that tended to make first-time viewers completely unable to remember what they were saying or doing. She was dressed in aBride of Frankensteinshirt and shorts that barely covered her ass.

The other doors opened, and seven more people got out, four men and three women, all college-aged. Three of the men and one of the women were Ash's age, in their senior year, while the rest were younger.

"Let's go," Natalie said. "I want to pick our room."

"Yeah, yeah," said Elliott Plummer. He was a bit shorter than Ash, with pale, freckled skin, sandy hair and keen brown eyes. His clothes and the new car said money. He'd been driving the 4Runner, and his girlfriend, Melissa Rios, was right next to him. Melissa was short, barely over five feet, and soft and curvy, her black hair in a cute bob.

Elliott fished the keys out of the pocket. "Okay, Melissa and me get the master bedroom on the bottom floor. Everything else is up for grabs."

"Nah, fuck that," Marcel Bowman said. "Dave doesn't have a girlfriend. If there's something in there with a twin bed, that's his." Marcel was over six feet and two hundred pounds, with deep brown skin. He kept his black hair and beard short and in a single manicured piece. He wore a sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts.

"Hey! This is spring break," protested Dave Kim. "Everybody here is looking to get nasty, and who's gonna be there? You with your girlfriends? Or a single dude ready to party?"

Dave sounded like a typical California surfer to the point that people who had only heard him were always shocked for find he was Korean American. He was about Ash's height and thanks to the fact that he was a surfer, had an athletic build. While he was a nice enough guy, his "Mustache Rides" shirt--not to mention the accompanying dirt 'stache--wasn't doing him any favors.

Melissa and Nat burst out laughing. Ash shook his head. "That was really sad, dude."

Elliott unlocked the door. Natalie and Marcel were the first through, the two best athletes outrunning the collection of film students and undecideds. The other two soccer players, Taylor Hellwig and Moriah Richardson, hung back. Mo because she trusted her boyfriend Marcel to find a good spot and Taylor because she was never less than poised.

Ash was content to let Natalie pick the room. On the way up, she had made him a solemn promise that she'd score them the best room in the place.

"Ash!" Natalie's voice called from upstairs. "Come see our room!"

The house had a beachy vibe in the colors, all whites, blues, and yellows. The far wall, facing the lake, was almost entirely window, looking out onto the patio, which led down to a short dock. Ash went up the carpeted stairs, past anodyne pictures of nature, and found Natalie by the north side of the house. She'd picked one of the two rooms pressed up against the balcony running along the second floor looking out over Sequoia Lake.

"Good choice?" she asked and laughed as Ash tackled her onto the bed, peppering her face with kisses. She had never been with anyone like him. Every time he touched her, every time he looked at her, it was like the first time. There was a sense of wonder, as though he were living through an incredible dream.

"Jesus, already? You two are like rabbits." Elliott stood in the doorway.

Ash rolled off Natalie and she did her best to look innocent. "What?" Ash asked.

"Get your shit out of the car. I'm gonna get the grill going. Melissa and Taylor are getting their suits on to go swimming."

"Ooo! That sounds fun," Natalie said.

We retrieved our bags from the car and returned to the room. Natalie stripped out of her clothes, loving the way Ash couldn't help himself. He came up behind her, his fingers running over the tops of her thighs and over her hips while his mouth going her neck.

"Later," she said. "I want to go swimming, and when we fuck tonight, I want you taking your time."

"Good call," he said.

She turned, caressing his cock through his pants. It was an impressive cock, she thought. Long, but not overly so, with a solid girth and heft. She loved the feel of it, the way it fit inside her like it had been made for that purpose. She sighed, kissing him once on the mouth before retrieving her bikini. It was teal, matching her hair. She pulled it on, hiding her bare sex and brownish pink nipples.

Ash sighed, staring at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen up close. Natalie twirled in the mirror, looking at herself in the string bikini that barely hid an inch of her soccer-toned body. His eyes went to the iliac points of her pelvis, gently poking at the ties. He already saw himself sliding the bottoms off of her, ready to eat her until she screamed. Her scent hung in the air, a slight spice curled its fingers around his synapses.

Ash took off his shoes and socks and changed into a pair of shorts before heading outside. The guys were friends from his frosh year. Elliott, Marcel, and Hunter had all been on his hall, and Dave had found them later. They were kind of the inseparable odd group that could only be assembled by the vagaries of a residence assignment.

Natalie, Melissa, and Taylor were in the water. Melissa was small and curvy, with a lot of long black hair and pretty olive skin. Ash thought of her as cute rather than hot. Taylor and Melissa were both on the soccer team. Taylor was the only senior among the women, with Mo the junior, and Natalie and Melissa the sophomores. Taylor was a blonde bombshell, looking like a supermodel who had taken up soccer. Mo was an amazon, beautiful and powerful, her skin a shade lighter than Marcel's, her hair in long braids.

The guys were all in shorts, and Hunter and Dave hadn't bothered with shorts. Hunter Bogdanovich was a good match for Taylor, looking like the combination of a surfer and a youth pastor. He had tousled blond hair and stubble that was always threatening to, but never quite turning into a beard.

"Cannonball!" Dave Kim shouted, sailing off the dock and into the water to the screams of the girls.

Elliott poked at the dogs on the grill. "I'm gonna pick up some onions and bacon from the store," he said mostly to himself.

"Ash, you want a beer?" Marcel called. Ash nodded and caught the can. Elliott had paid for everything else, no big deal for a guy with his family's money. The rest of them had insisted on buying the beer, but the problem was, they could only afford the cheap stuff in bulk. Cracking the beer and watching the late afternoon sun over the lake, and Ash didn't regret it for a second, even if the beer did taste like fizzy water.

Natalie pulled herself from the water, and Ash was treated to one of his favorite sights of rivulets of water pouring from her. She wrapped herself in a towel, and joined Ash on a beach chair. The group ate hot dogs and chips and drank beer. Dave leaned on the railing, peering out over the lake.

"What are you doing?" Elliott asked.

"First day of spring break. People are showing up. Gotta scope the talent. You know, for dibs."

Marcel laughed, shaking his head. "I don't know if this is gonna be funny or sad."

"There's a German word that means both," Ash said.

Natalie nodded sagely. "Funnad."

"People are next door," Dave said eagerly, cavorting around the deck, trying to see through the windows.

"Will you cut that out?" Elliott said. "You look like a creep."

"Can't see anybody," Dave complained.

Lights were going on in the other house. Ash and Natalie didn't see anyone else either, but the two of them were already focused on each other, on the electrical charge they got when their skin touched.

The sun went down and Natalie went inside, putting on a big t-shirt over her bikini before cuddling onto the beach chair with Ash. His arms went around her, and Natalie nestled against his chest. He absently ran his fingers lightly up and down her arm from her wrist to her knuckles.

The others went in two at a time. Ash and Nat lingered outside, toying with one another's hands. "You hear that?" Natalie asked.

"What?"

She smirked. "Mo is getting absolutelyplowed."

Ash cocked his head and he began to hear an insistent pounding, a steadily increasing volume ofOhs. "I think we can beat that," he decided.

"Oh god Hunter!" came the ostentatious screaming from an upstairs window. "Oh god fuck!"

"I can't compete with that," Natalie said. "I don't think Tay actually even cums. You can't scream that coherently if you are."

"So you're more in the Melissa camp," Ash teased. "She's like a mouse."

"You want me to cum louder? Gotta earn it, cowboy."

"Saddle up."

Natalie giggled, getting up and taking Ash by the hand. They passed Marcel and Moriah's room, where the rhythmic thumping rattled the pictures on the walls. Then past the master bedroom where Elliott and Melissa were utterly quiet.Like fucking in church, Ash thought and was about to voice that thought when they ran into Dave on the living room couch.

"Whoa!" Dave said, frantically trying wrestle his erection into his shorts.

Natalie shielded her eyes. "Aw, man."

"Dude. Can't you do that in your room?" Ash said.

"I thought you guys were in yours!"

"Ugh," Natalie said, rushing upstairs.

"If you fucked this up for me I'll kill you," Ash said, following Natalie up the stairs.

"Hey, can you try to make her loud?" Dave called after him.

Ash and Nat passed Hunter and Taylor's room, Taylor still praying to the Great God Fuck. In both Ash and Natalie's minds, they imagined Taylor in loving detail, her lithe athletic body on all fours getting pounded by a far less defined image of Hunter. As ridiculous as Taylor's cries were, they were doing the job. Ash felt his cock hardening. Natalie's pussy was already soaking, but in truth her arousal had been brewing since the ride up when she kept looking over to see the bulge of Ash's cock in his jeans. She had been savoring.

It was ironic. She'd come to college with nothing on her mind but getting a girlfriend, and here she was, fantasizing about stuffing her mouth with cock.

They went through the bedroom door, and Ash spun her around, kicking the door shut, his mouth on hers. She pulled her shirt over her head as he dropped to his knees, rolling the bottoms of her bikini down her legs. Natalie's pussy was fascinating to Ash. So private to look at, her outer labia closed in a simple slit, but she got wetter than anyone he had ever been with. Her bikini bottoms were soaking, the spicy musk of her fragrant in the air. A line of fluid came from between her lips and fell down one sculpted thigh. He caught it with his tongue, running it up her muscle, relishing the feel of her heartbeat, then to her mound.

Natalie felt the passage of his tongue like a lit fuse, right to the pop of a firecracker as he found her slit. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she found herself thrusting her hips into his face. She needed this. "No," she murmured.

"No?" Ash instantly stopped, confusion on his face, his mouth filmy with her juices. The light reflected off his glasses, and she couldn't see his eyes.

She grinned. "I want to be outside. On the balcony."

"Oh," he broke into a smile. "I thought you meantnono."

"The day I don't want you to eat my pussy is the day of my funeral."

"Okay good, because that would probably be awkward for your family."

She giggled, pulling him outside onto the expansive second-story deck. In the very next room, Hunter was banging Taylor. If they stepped out, they'd get an eyeful. Natalie had been admiring Taylor for a year and a half, trying not to stare in the locker room. Natalie wasn't the only player on the team with sapphic leanings, and Taylor had to be used to some ogling, but staring was bad form.

Taylor Hellwig had that kind of blonde beach goddess look, nearly six feet tall with a perpetual tan and a body hard and soft in all the right places. Thinking of her now, nude, her face contorted in pleasure through her body, her breasts jiggling with each thrust, was enough to make Nat want to hop onto a fence post.

Natalie lay back on one of the chairs, spreading her shapely legs. Ash took off his glasses, setting them on the table next to them. She almost laughed, but his tongue found her slit and the sound turned into a happy gasp. He'd kept the specs on a few times, and they'd always ended up covered in her juices. She liked the gesture; it made his cunnilingus so serious. Ash took such things with the gravity they deserved. One of his best qualities was that he was content to eat her for as long as she liked.

Ash kissed the top of her mound, now pebbled with gooseflesh. He was in the beginning of his attack, when he would tease, finding every place on her, while studiously avoiding what she called her spark spots. He would bring her to madness before he found those. By the end, she would feel like he had turned her inside-out with his mouth.

She stroked his head, already writhing under his touch. The sky was filled with stars, the only artificial lights from the windows of the houses along the shore. Natalie turned her head to the right, toward the windows where Dave had been peering. Movement flickered behind one of the windows.

The soft penetration of his tongue opened her like a flower, running from the base of her to her button. She sucked in air, a sweet moan escaping her lips. Her left hand was on his head, her right came up to toy with her nipples, now hard in the night air. She felt powerful, surrounded by nature, her boyfriend on his knees existing only for her pleasure.

A shadow darkened a window to the right. It pulled her attention away from the wonderful churning between her legs. A silhouette stood in an upper floor window. Impossible to think the person there was doing anything other than watching.

The silhouette was a shadow, gently backlit by a faint glow. Maybe a TV on in the other room. Natalie probed the shadow. It was hard to gauge height, but she didn't think the shape was that tall, maybe shorter than her own 5 foot 7. The shape implied long hair, and though long hair and relatively short didn't mean woman, it was a decent indicator.

Natalie smiled. A woman, much better. She listened to Taylor's increasingly animalistic grunts, and luxuriated in Ash's work on her. The only thing that would make it better would be a woman's soft lips on her breasts, a counterpoint to Ash's more aggressive devouring of her.

The smile spread now. Both for the wonderful things her boyfriend was doing between her legs and the idea that percolated in her overheated mind. A show. Whoever was watching deserved a show. Natalie gyrated her hips, exaggerating her movements just a little for the sake of the watcher. She threw her head back and uttered a throaty moan. She felt the fruits of her movement immediately as Ash slid a finger inside her, hooking it and beckoning.Come herethe gesture said, and she intended to. A perfect spark spot at the perfect time.

Ash felt Natalie's body tensing. He knew her tells, knew when she was ready to cum. He wanted it to be this way for her first of the night. Natalie's pussy was delectable. He didn't have the most experience in the world, but he had yet to find anyone who could compare to the work of art at the apex of her thighs. The beauty of her sex was not confined merely to the visual.

The scent of her arousal, a scent that brought to mind a full spice rack, a taste that was rich and savory, a hint of sweetness, a touch of bitter. The smoothness of her, the way he could fit her mound into his mouth. He treasured her hard little button, and the way she gasped when he brushed it. The insistence of her fist curled in his hair.

He was painfully hard, straining against his pants. He already felt the orgasm brewing inside of him. He would hold it off as long as he could and try not to burst the instant he as inside her. The thought of fucking her gripped him, and he attacked, driving his tongue deep, now holding her buttocks with his hands. One pinkie rested near her anus, and the thought of that nearly caused him to fill his pants with cum.

Natalie felt that pinkie. Ash had been hinting around his interest there. She'd never done it before, but she had already decided she would let him. She wanted him to want it more first. Until he couldn't control himself. That her body had the power to do that...

The orgasm hit. Her eyes went wide. She squealed Ash's name, her back going ramrod straight. The pleasure flowed through her burning from her sex to her head, then down her limbs, and back again. He never stopped.

"Oh,fuck," she managed as a second flow slammed through her.

Ash was sitting up now, fumbling with his pants. Natalie's chest heaved, the night air kissing where sweat had sprung up over her flesh. The person in the window was still there. Ash's lips were on hers, and Natalie's tongue entered his mouth of its own accord. She loved the taste of herself. Nothing was better than that taste on a partner's lips.

He parted, about to take his shirt off. "No," she said. "Leave your clothes on." She always liked the sensation of being nude and her partner not. And this way, she would be the focus of the watcher's attentions.

He nodded. "I need you, Nat."

She got up, going to the railing facing the other house. A momentarily calculation. He wouldn't see the shape in the window without his glasses. "Here," she said. She took the railing in her hands, sticking her ass out to him.

Ash knelt. A wet spot on the chair's cushion marked where Nat had been sitting. Now she was standing, glorious in the moonlight. He stared at her ass, presented to him, and right below, the soaking folds of her sex. He stood, clutching his pants. His hard cock, slicked with his own fluids, stood proudly from him, dying for Natalie.

"How close are you?" she asked.

"I'm almost there."

"Fuck me hard, okay?"

"Planning to."

"Good," she said, sighing happily. Her attention went back to the silhouette. The shape was moving subtly around the shoulders, something happening in the darkness in front. Natalie stood up straight for only a moment, stretching her lithe body, showing her soft gold flesh sheathed in sweat, her slit shiny with spit and juice, a line of it running down one leg, then returned to her position, presenting to her boyfriend.