California Dreamin' Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

California Dreamin' Pt. 08

... for it to sink in, but mostly for dramatic effect.

"Paper?" Sloane finally asked.

I stared at the floor before looking up at them again. "It's the paper from your flyer, one of the little slips you wrote your phone number on."

Her eyes went wide and she chewed her lip. "You saved it?" she finally choked out.

"Of course. If it wasn't for that piece of paper," I forced back a little warble in my throat. "If it wasn't for that piece of paper, we probably, well...definitely wouldn't be here right now."

The expressions dawning on their beautiful faces melted my heart. I'd known they'd love the rings and would probably get sappy on me, but wasn't prepared for how I'd react in the moment. My throat began to tighten.

"And you have one too..." said Quinn. Her bottom lip quivered a bit.

The silence in the room seemed to grow.

"Are these supposed to mean..." Sloane posed quietly, but trailed off.

"They don't have tomean anything. I just thought it was something we could share, something we had that was the same."

"What if we wanted them to mean something?" Quinn sniffed.

I glanced at Sloane, she was smiling and trying not to cry.

"I'm not opposed." In my imagination of this moment, I had assumed they'd put their rings on first, but I found myself reaching into the tiny box and pulling it out. I slipped the shiny band over the fingernail I'd just painted and down past the knuckle. I watched as they did the same.

"It fits perfectly," said Sloane, a ...

... few tears now dripping down her cheeks.

"I may have snooped through your jewelry boxes," I grinned, my own eyes now a little wet.

They lunged forward and embraced me. We locked arms over shoulders and sat there on the floor, in front of the giant Christmas tree. Fortunately, the sobbing didn't last too long. We finally pulled apart and stood.

Without any words, Quinn took out the pink nail polish. Neither of them had another color on at the moment, and each painted their ring finger like I had. We held our three hands out together and smiled. Sloane grabbed the phone and snapped a photo, the sparkling lights from the tree the blurry backdrop behind our hands. Two pink nails, one blue, three matching rings.

We lowered our arms and stared back and forth between each other as the pregnant pause grew.

"You gonna insta that?" I finally spoke.

Sloane shook her head. "Nah, I think this one is for just us.For now."

* * *

We spent the rest of Christmas day lounging around the cabin and eating. The surf and turf turned out fantastically, and we were all satisfied and full by the time it was dark.

The hot tub was well used that evening, as was the bed. After we'd showered, I requested to be in themiddle of our activities. Not that I cared in the moment, but I was pretty proud of myself, that despite the fact that Quinn's large cock repeatedly plunged into my ass and Sloane's tight pussy gripped my shaft, I didn't cum first. Granted, I'd been rubbing Sloane's ...