Musing- Mistakes P. 1

[pre-story]A bride-to-be's mistakes come back to haunt her as she winds up stuck on a island resort with her studly ex. An unfinished story, told over a couple of old bonus chapters I'm releasing to the public.[/pre-story]

Mistakes P. 1

Olivia had made a mistake. It seemed so long ago now, but she still remembered the moment she’d made the decision. That choice had led to one mistake after another, and after laying dormant for years, it had risen to the surface once more to lead her to her latest mistake. She stood on the dock, barefoot, her long auburn hair catching the sea breeze as she felt the heat of the mediterranean sun on her fair, freckled skin. Her lithe, athletic body was clad in a colorful bikini, which only served to emphasize her narrow, toned waist, her tight, shapely ass, and her perky B-cup breasts. She looked out across the water, watching the ferry speed away, leaving her on the resort island to enjoy her solitude and comfort. The ferry’s supply deliveries would be her only contact with the outside world for the length of her week-long vacation, until it was time for the wedding. Her mind drifted back to that very first mistake.



The very first mistake had been letting the two of them sit down. Alexandros and Connor. They’d approached her table in the cafeteria. Even as a freshman, she’d heard about their reputation as womanizers. Connor was slender, well dressed, with a refined features, pale skin, and neatly styled blond hair. He was quick with his words, with a great sense of humor, and he was really quite smart. Alex was much his opposite. He was a rugged kind of handsome, with bronze-tanned skin and curly black hair, on a tall, broad-shouldered frame, layered with powerful muscle. He had the look of a jock, a little rough around the edges, and he didn’t say too much, but he exuded a confidence and strength that just pulled people in.

They made an odd pair, to be certain, but it was an effective one. Connor was the unstoppable force, almost casually slipping past one’s defenses with a well-placed joke or a clever comment. Alex was the immovable object, a strong silent figure whose raw animal magnetism was enough to draw in gaggles of girls, and could make them melt with a few kind words. They were wingmen and friendly rivals. If one’s approach didn’t work, the other’s usually did. And when they both made a move for one girl, well… they made quite the impressive pair. And when they’d stood at her table, food trays in hand, grins on both their lips as they asked if they could sit, she should have realized she was getting in their crossfire.

She’d had suitors before, her family had been eager to marry her off to some rich family, but she’d been steadfast in remaining independent. But these two were in a league of their own. For weeks, the two of them had pursued her, each trying to win her over, despite her evasiveness. They hadn’t stalked her or anything, but every time they ran into her, they made their interest unquestionably clear, inviting her out for drinks, or offering to help her study, or simply share a table at lunch. It was flattering, and as a teenager, she couldn’t stop herself from having romantic notions about her suitors fighting over her. Connor showered her with flowers, chocolates, and romantic notes comparing her to the moon and stars. Alex was more reserved, but what few shows of his desire seemed all the more impressive for it. He just seemed so… earnest. When he told her she was beautiful, she believed he meant it with total conviction. By contrast, Connor’s romantic gestures seemed… almost cheap.

Her second mistake was ignoring the sock on her doorknob. Claudia hda had warned her about the signal when they first became roomies, but it was late, and Olivia hadn’t been paying attention. It was only when the door had opened that the sound was enough to bring her out of her daze. She froze, her inexperienced mind unprepared to cope with the moans, grunts, and rhythmic smacking of flesh that poured out of the shared room. She looked through the gap in the door, her eyes widening as she saw Claudia on all fours, some hulking jock kneeling behind her, his tight ass flexing over and over as he drove his hips against her upturned rear over and over. She was moaning nonstop, her head whipping side to side uncontrollably as she cried out with pleasure, blonde hair tossed into a wild mane, her full, softball-sized breasts swaying as the stranger pounded her. Olivia knew she should close the door, but she couldn’t tear her eyes off the scene.

The jock reached forward, wrapping thick, muscular arms around Claudia, pulling her up from all fours until her back was pressed against his broad chest, his large hands hungrily kneading her full, jiggling breasts, fingertips teasing her hard nipples. She moaned under his skillful touch as his hips began to pump harder and faster, smacking into her ass faster and faster. His hips were thrusting wildly, moving almost a foot with every stroke, but he never seemed to come out of her roomie. Just how big was he? Olivia felt a heat growing between her thighs as the moans of her roommate grew louder and louder.

Suddenly the jock changed positions, pulling out of the coed’s pussy and spinning her around, Claudia suddenly tossed to her back as he fell atop her, aiming his cock toward her needy pussy. Olivia gasped involuntarily as she saw the cock that was pounding her roomie. At least a foot long and probably as thick as her wrist, the beastly shaft was tipped in a pulsing purple head, aimed directly at her roomie’s peachy pink slit, glistening with juices. Claudia moaned as the beast slammed home, every last inch of brutal cock spreading her open in a single mighty thrust. His hips moved like a jackhammer, making her moan wildly as they fucked like animals.

then, all at once, he stopped. He let out a deep, rumbling groan, and she could see his heavy balls pull tight. Claudia screamed, her pleasure reaching a crescendo, her back arching as the jock ground his hips against hers, unloading a massive torrent of hot cum deep, deep inside her well-fucked pussy. The two bodies were locked together for a long moment, silent but for their panting breaths as they recovered. Slowly the jock pulled his monster from her pussy, and Claudia giggled, offering a murmured compliment as he turned to look for his boxers. Olivia gasped again when the jock turned around. Alex looked toward the door at the sound, his boxers in his hand, but Olivia was already gone.

The next mistake was running to Connor for comfort. She’d lost her virginity that night. It had been a memorable experience, to be certain, but with the image so fresh in her mind, she couldn’t help but compare Connor’s eight-incher to the foot-long weapon wielded by his friend. Ever since that night, things had changed. She and Connor had started going out, and he’d been forced to repent his womanizing ways. It was always a little awkward with Alex around from then on, and he and Connor grew apart through the rest of their college years. They were still close, but the duo was never quite the same. When Alex and Connor graduated, Alex moved to California, while Olivia and Connor moved in together off campus. They were happy together for a few blissful years while Olivia finished her degree.

When Olivia finally graduated, Connor proposed, and she accepted. There was celebration, and best friends were called upon. Claudia became Olivia’s maid of honor, and there was only one man who could fill the role of Connor’s best man. In truth, Alex had proved indispensable. He had found them a dream venue in Greece, at an unbeatable price. He had even proposed this little private island getaway, where the couple would spend a week alone, with no contact with the outside world, where they could get away from all the stress of the big day and let the wedding party take care of everything for them.

Unfortunately, at the very last second, something had come up with Connor’s family. Unable to make it in time, and with the resort prepaid, he urged her to go on without him and enjoy. It was only when she arrived at the ferry did she find out he’d told Alex to go with her. Seemed connor was worried for her safety out there on the island all alone.

Olivia should have refused, stayed on the mainland, and waited for Connor. But here she was. At the end a long line of mistakes. She jumped when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Alex’s hand. His strong, rugged hand. She turned, flinching away from his touch and the shameful burn that grew in her belly as she looked at his muscular, glistening body, clad in nothing but swim trunks, a meaty bulge in his crotch. This was going to be a very long week…