“Yeah? What about it?”

  “It made me so hot, thinking about you fucking her.”

  “Yeah?” I squeezed her ass. “What else do you think about?”

  “About... About both of us taking care of you.” Her voice was barely a whisper now. “Just like you deserve, baby.”

  I could feel her getting aroused again, her body responding to the fantasy.

  I made us switch places, laying her down on her back. The music still played in the background as I explored her body. Her tender skin felt amazing under my hands, rough and calloused form work.

  “Both of you taking care of me, huh? You want that?”

  Sofia trembled. “Sí... while Carolina watches us first… You and me.”

  My hands roamed freely over her curves like they were my property. I watched her respond to my touch, her breath quickening, her hips squirming.

  “Tomorrow,” I reminded her. “The three of us have a date on the dock.”

  I moved between her legs, brushing my fingers over her pussy and finding it soaking wet once more.

  Her hand frantically reached for my stiff shaft, lining me up with her entrance.

  ***

  At some point in the night, I was awakened by something nudging my arm persistently.

  “Ryan! Ryan. Wake up. Wake up, Ryan. There’s somebody outside.”

  “What?” I sat up quickly, pushing off the blankets of Sofia’s bed.

  She flicked on the small lamp, casting her bedroom in a dim, cinematic light. I rubbed an eye. “Did you just say someone’s outside?”

  “Yes. You have to go look. I think they break in my house.”

  Sofia was performing for the imaginary cameras again, her expressive eyebrows transmitting fear and also looking extremely photogenic at the same time.

  “Are you sure?” I said skeptically, though I still got out of bed just in case.

  I couldn’t hear any noises, apart from Sofia’s dramatic whispering.

  “Yes! I heard something. Somebody’s outside.” She stood in front of me, her hands on my chest.

  “Alright, I’ll go look.” As I pulled on my running pants, Sofia opened a drawer and rummaged through her panties.

  “Here, take this, mi amor. Be careful!” She put a small revolver in my hands.

  I turned it over, confirming the safety was on. Then I flipped open the cylinder. Each chamber held a gleaming round. It was loaded and ready.

  I clicked it shut and let out a breath, chuckling. “Jesus, Sofia.”

  “What? Is no funny.” She hung on my arm, gazing up at me, still making her melodramatic damsel-in-distress face.

  I kissed the top of her head. “You are funny. Wait here. Lock the door. I’ll be back soon.”

  She leapt after me, grabbing my arm. “Ryan, wait!”

  “What is it?”

  “Be careful, mi amor.”

  I kissed her on the cheek. “I will.”

  Creeping down the dark stairs, I came down into the front hall. Diffuse yellow light from the streetlamps streamed through the windows.

  The floor creaked under my bare feet as I walked towards the door. When I unbolted it, I heard a noise outside.

  My heart pounded. Did Sofia’s theatrics actually reflect reality? I remembered the tent encampment downtown, and what Caroline had said about the increase in crime since the transient population had moved in.

  The door made a squeaky groan as I opened it.

  Stepping onto the shadowy front steps, I scanned her yard and the street. Everything looked strangely unfamiliar under the darkness of night.

  Slowly walking down the steps, I held the revolver at my side, pointing it to the ground. A crash came from the side of the house—a garbage can.

  The grass was dewy and cool on my feet as I crossed Sofia’s lawn. Rounding the corner of her house, my eyes struggled to distinguish shapes in the black space between Sofia and Caroline’s houses.

  “Hey, who’s there?” I said in my best get-off-my-lawn voice.

  A great commotion suddenly erupted from the garbage can lying on its side, and a furry shape bolted past me with a growl.

  The street lights revealed a fat raccoon racing away. I watched it cross Caroline’s lawn and then climb the fence, making an escape into Bill’s property.

  I righted the garbage can and put the lid on, then headed back into the house.

  Climbing the stairs, I knocked softly at the bedroom door. “Sofia?”

  I heard a rustle within. “Ryan? Is that you?”

  “Of course. Everything’s fine. It was a raccoon.”

  The lock clicked and the door opened. Sofia threw herself against me, hanging her arms around my neck. “Oh my god. Thank you.” Her eyes shone at me adoringly.

  “It was really nothing— Just an animal.” I pried her hands off me so I could put away the revolver.

  She shadowed me to her dresser, wrapping her arms around my waist as I put the weapon back in her panty drawer.

  She was whispering breathlessly, crushing her breasts against me through her nightgown. “Thank you. You protect me.”

  “From a raccoon,” I chuckled.

  “Ay, no. It doesn’t matter.”

  “Come back to bed.” I tried to lead her, but she became more passionate, pressing herself against me, showering my chest with kisses.

  I brushed a hand through her shining black hair. She clung to me tightly, her pretty eyes looking up at me like she wanted to suck me dry.

  I grabbed her hips, turning her around. She gasped as I pressed against her from behind, lifting her short nightgown, one hand sliding down her stomach.

  “Oyy, papi,” she moaned as I pushed her forward, bending her over the dresser. Her nightgown rode up over her beautiful ass, fully exposing her.

  When I entered her, she cried out, pushing back against me. “Sí, papi, sí!” She was already incredibly wet.

  Her hands gripped the edge of the dresser as I took her hard and deep. She leaned forward, sticking her butt out for me. “OYYYY, papi! Sí, sí!” She kept babbling in Spanish.

  My hands gripped her narrow waist as I clapped against her big, round ass cheeks, slick noises filling her bedroom.

  Her body shuddered and convulsed. I followed right after, clinging to her as we both caught our breath.

  Finally, we made it back to Sofia’s bed, where she curled against me like a satisfied kitten.

  Chapter twenty-nine

  “Tell me everything. I want details.”

  It was the next morning, and Caroline was sitting across from me at the island counter in her kitchen, resting her chin in her palms. Sofia had rushed off to church without having breakfast.

  “Actually, we talked about the possibility of some kind of threesome action. Though apparently you told her all this was my idea?”

  Caroline smirked. “I guess I sort of implied it.”

  “Well, she said it made her hot, thinking about watching us together.”

  “No way!” Caroline bit her lip.

  “Started calling me ‘papi’ too, after I chased away a raccoon.”

  Caroline almost choked on her coffee. “What?” She leaned forward eagerly, her eyes wide.

  I described the episode of the raccoon and Sofia’s histrionics, followed by the hot sex. Caroline was belly laughing.

  When Sofia texted Caroline she was finished church, we started getting ready. I put some Coronas into a cooler, then stripped down to my boxer-briefs and lathered on the sunscreen.

  I put the cooler on the patio table, along with a towel, and waited for Caroline.

  She came out with a towel wrapped around her hips. Her big nipples were puckered beneath the material of her bikini top.

  I quickly averted my eyes.

  She came up beside me, putting her arms around me. “Look at you. Outside in your undies.”

  “Don’t do that.”

  Her eyes glanced at my crotch. “Mmm, I see you’ve got a little problem down there—Well, a big problem, actually.”

  “Yeah.”

  She breathed in my ear. “If that’s happening now, just imagine when Sofia joins us in the water. Might as well just accept it now.”

  “Easy for you to say,” I laughed, picking up the cooler and holding it in front of me. I paused. “Maybe I should make a run for swimming shorts.”

  Caroline nudged me towards the porch stairs. “Don’t bother. The stores aren’t open today.”

  Crossing the lawn, we headed down the steps to the dock

  Making our way down the stairs, we walked over the gangway. The wood planks were warm under our feet, and the dock swayed slightly as we walked across to the edge.

  Caroline unwrapped her towel, exposing her round, powerful hips.

  I stepped behind her and surveyed her ass like it was a masterwork of art, letting out a sigh of appreciation. She giggled happily over her shoulder.

  Setting her towel down, she sat on the edge of the dock, dangling her feet in the water. I opened two beers and sat next to her.

  We clinked our bottles, and gulped the ice-cold beer.

  After chatting for a bit, Sofia called to us from the top of the stairs. “Hey you guys!”

  She was wearing a floral dress. The light material draped over her thick thighs, and a surprising amount of cleavage was showing—considering she just came from church.

  “I’ll be right down!”

  “Okay, babe!” Caroline said, blowing her a kiss.

  “Okay!” She waved and bounced with excitement— making a lot of things jiggle in the process — then hurried away.

  “That outfit seems a little distracting for church,” I murmured through a smirk.

  Caroline shrugged. “Latin American style.”

  A few minutes later, Sofia reappeared at the top of the stairs in a tiny red bikini.

  “Wow, girl!” Caroline called out. “Is that the new one?”

  Sofia grinned, confidently descending each step. “You like it?”

  Caroline patted the dock beside her. “Get down here! The water’s perfect.”

  “Did you guys go in yet?”

  “No, we were waiting for you.”

  Sofia’s bare feet padded over the gangway, her breasts nearly escaping the minimal fabric with each step. She paused, sticking her thumbs under the material and pulling it up.

  Then, gingerly, she stepped onto the dock, walking like she was balancing on a surfboard.

  “Don’t worry,” I grinned. “It’s not going to flip over.”

  She crouched to kiss Caroline’s cheek, then my lips, before sitting between us. She lowered her feet towards the water but they didn’t quite reach it.

  Her thigh pressed against mine. Caroline caught my eye, smirking at my obvious distraction.

  “Maybe we should get in before Ryan explodes.”

  “Is it deep?” Sofia asked, eyeing the water.

  “Haven’t you been in before?”

  “The level changes,” Caroline explained.

  “I think it’s not too deep.” I slipped into the cool river. My feet made contact with the bottom—smooth stones and sand.

  “But you’re tall,” Sofia said, seeing my feet resting on the riverbed. Then her gaze moved slightly upwards. She twisted her lips into a smirk.

  “Never mind what’s happening down there,” I said, adjusting my underwear. “It’s beyond my control.”

  I reached up, my hands finding her thighs. “Come on. I’ll help you.”

  She pushed forward, and I caught her waist as she dropped into the water, her breasts bouncing at eye level before she splashed down in front of me.

  She let out a scream, and I watched her legs pumping as she treaded water.

  “Ay! Is cold!”

  Caroline laughed, sliding in gracefully with a small splash. “You’ll get used to it.”

  Sofia clung to me. “Hold me.”

  “You can stand over here,” I said, trying to lead her to a shallower spot. But she just wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “I like this better.”

  Caroline moved closer, her hand falling on my shoulder. “Share him, Sofia.”

  Sofia pouted but unwound her legs from my waist. “Okay, okay.”

  Caroline drifted closer, and I pulled her against me, kissing her neck. Sofia watched with heavy-lidded eyes as our lips met.

  Sofia waded back towards me. “Share him, Caroline,” she said, mimicking Caroline.

  Caroline hugged me under the water. “We can both share him at the same time. I don’t think he’ll complain.”

  “No, I won’t,” I murmured as Sofia came to my other side, draping her arms over my shoulders. I pulled her in for a kiss, then turned to Caroline, who was waiting eagerly.

  We passionately made out as Sofia watched, her face inches away. I felt their hands all over me—Caroline caressing my hair, and Sofia touching my chest and stomach.

  A movement on the opposite bank caught my eye. Bill was walking along the top of the bank with a white-haired lady, presumably Martha, and a small poodle.

  “Oops, we have an audience,” I whispered, trying not to laugh.

  Bill was staring at us, apparently unable to look away. He appeared to be in some sort of shock, his mouth hanging open like a door with a broken hinge.

  In contrast, Martha’s mouth was puckered up tightly, and her eyes were angry little black dots behind her glasses.

  The poodle started screeching furiously, trying to run down the bank towards us. Martha tugged on its lead. “Snuggles! Get back here.”

  Caroline turned away, covering her mouth to hide a laugh, then waved at them. “Hey, guys! Ryan fixed the dock!”

  Sofia smiled warmly. “Yeah, is really great! He’s a hero around here!” She draped her hands over me.

  Bill tried to say something but only managed to croak. Then he coughed. “That’s great, Caroline. Great.”

  Martha murmured something to him in the same tone she’d used for the poodle, and they quickened their pace, disappearing behind a strand of trees.

  “Oh, the poor dears,” Caroline said. “I can imagine the conversation on their next bridge night.”

  “I think we broke Bill’s brain,” I said. “Did you see his face?”

  Sofia laughed, resting her head on my shoulder. “What about Martha? She looked so angry! Oh my god, she scares me.”

  Caroline waded over to the ladder on the side of the dock. “Well, the whole neighborhood was already gossiping about us anyway.” She rose from the river, glistening water streaming down her voluptuous body.

  Sofia followed. I watched from below as she climbed up the ladder. Gazing up at that glorious ass, I reminded myself that I could have it again any time I wanted.

  With my cock breaking free from my underwear and throbbing against my leg, I decided to remain in the water. I started swimming around, trying to take my mind off it.

  Meanwhile, Caroline was gazing at the water with a faraway look in her eyes.

  “What are you thinking about?” Sofia said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

  Caroline sighed. “The development plans. It’s even worse than we thought. I talked to Rick Dieder at the market yesterday— he’s a councilor. I’m still processing what he told me.” She put her hands over her face.

  “What did he say?” Sofia asked, her forehead creased with concern.

  Caroline’s eyes swept across the opposite bank. “The plan isn’t just for our block. It’s much bigger than that. They want to develop all of this.”

  She pointed towards the field on the opposite side. “Riverfront property. They want to make it a shopping area with bars and restaurants. And hotels. It would be a party place for tourists.”

  “Oh, man. That’s not good.” I treaded water, looking at the peaceful grass swaying in the breeze, imagining partiers shouting and screaming, loud music pumping.

  The place would be ruined.

  I climbed onto the dock, towelled off, and sat between the girls.

  Caroline slapped her thighs in frustration. “The worst part is how sneaky they’re being about it. Most people have no idea what’s coming.”

  Watching her face, seeing the worry in her eyes, I felt protective. This was her home, her sanctuary. Sofia’s too.

  “None of the councillors are opposing this?” I asked.

  Caroline shook her head. “Not really. They just go along with whatever the administration and the developers want.”

  Sofia frowned pressing a finger on her chin. “Wasn’t the lady from Mountain Fitness trying to organize something?”

  Caroline’s eyes brightened. “Kate, the owner. Yes, she was. I don’t know if you’ve seen her, Ryan.”

  “Yeah, actually. I’ve met her a couple times. She does seem very active.”

  Caroline looked at me for a moment, raising an eyebrow. “I think she was meeting with councillors and trying to get people more involved. I should get in touch with her.”

  “Doesn’t surprise me,” I said. “She’s exactly the kind of person I’d expect to run for council or something like that.”

  Caroline studied my face, smirking.

  I narrowed my eyes. “What?”

  “I think somebody has a crush.”

  Chapter thirty

  “What?” I said, my cheeks getting hot. “Come on. I don’t have a ‘crush.’ I just thought she was an impressive person.”

  Impressive is right. I remembered Kate in her tight gym clothes, and my underwear started getting tight again.

  The thought of a third hot older woman added to the two sitting on either side of me was just too much.

  Sofia and Caroline both leaned in closer, teasing me, rubbing their hands all over me and talking in breathy voices.

  “Why you like older women so much, Ryan?” Sofia said, groping my inner thigh.

  “I — I don’t. I just—”

  “Oh, no, you don’t,” she whispered with playful sarcasm as her fingers pressed against my hardness.

  “I don’t blame you,” Caroline said on the other side. “Kate is an impressive person. She’s ex-military.”

  “She is?”

  “Uh huh. Some kind of officer or something.”

  “Wow.”