California Dreamin' Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

California Dreamin' Pt. 08

... clit for a few minutes and technically, Quinn's tool erupted into my bowels only seconds before I emptied my load deep inside Sloane's body.

Even though I was a bit tender the next morning, we skied a good portion of the day. The next two, too. The last evening was bittersweet as we packed up and set an alarm for early the next morning to drive to the airport.

We stepped out of the sliding door at LAX and were hit with a warm, gentle breeze. Already, the snow and evergreens seemed a lifetime away. For me, this was still more like arriving at vacation, rather than leaving it.For so many reasons.

"Why don't I go get the car," said Quinn as we strolled down the sidewalk. "You guys watch the suitcases?"

I nodded. "Thanks, Q. We'll wait here."

She waved and took off. I wheeled our baggage back a bit and plopped down onto a bench. I turned to look at Sloane, she had a kind of wistful, faraway look on her face.

"You okay, baby? Bummed to be back home instead of skiing?"

She gazed at me and her expression brightened a bit.

"I'm good." Fiddling with the ring, she spun it a few times on her finger. "In fact,better than good." She sat on my lap and pulled my head to her chest. "It's just hard to believe..."

"What, specifically?" I asked sweetly.

"Six months ago, I wasso lonely..." She let out a long sigh. "It got to the point where I didn't want to get out of bed some days. But now, I have you and Quinn, and everything just seems so..."

"Amazing, wonderful,perfect..." I offered.

"Yeah," she said softly, then kissed my forehead. "And, I have a feeling it's going to just keep getting better."

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Thank you again, dear reader, for coming along on Jack, Sloane, and Quinn's journey to an unconventional kind of fulfillment, happiness, and love. I enjoyed telling their story, and may choose to pick it back up in the future. As always, I appreciate any comments or feedback on the story, public or private.