The lot

The lesson had been over for hours. Adults, boards, a clean goodbye, and none of them were in the bar. I was still in the navy rash guard, no lettering on it, and the board shorts, sand in the hem, sun-brown arms, shoulder-length dark hair salted through, the old scar on my knee pale against the tan. Bodhi was thirty. Reece was thirty-seven. They were not a couple and they were not my morning. They had been arguing about a wave they had both missed, and I told them I did not want the story. I wanted the lot. Both of them said yes before I finished the sentence.

Dusk sat on the sandy parking lot, not dark enough to hide a van. I stood by mine and let them look at me dressed, rash guard wet at the collar, shorts on, boots of sand on my ankles. Cars moved on the road. That was the point. I told them the rules while we were still vertical. Bodhi fucks my cunt first while I suck Reece. Then they switch. Both of them cum on my thighs, not in me. If I say stop, cocks out and hands off. They repeated it. I opened the back doors of the van for a brace and turned my face toward the road.

Bodhi got behind me. I shoved the board shorts to my knees and the rash guard stayed on. His cock was hot against my ass, then lower. I was wet. I said in. He pushed his cock into my cunt in one slow drive and then fucked me like the lot might not stay empty. Reece stepped in front. I took his cock in my mouth, salt and skin, and sucked him while Bodhi fucked me. A truck downshifted on the road. My cunt clenched. I liked being half in the open with my mouth full. I came on Bodhi's cock with Reece's cock on my tongue, a groan I did not swallow.

I tapped Bodhi's hip. Out. They switched without a speech. Reece's cock filled my cunt, thicker, a different angle, and I sucked Bodhi, tasting myself on him and not caring. Reece fucked me harder. I pushed back. The van rocked. Another pair of headlights washed the lot and kept going. I got wetter. I told them I was close again and not to cum inside. I came, cunt gripping Reece's cock, knees soft, one hand on the door frame. Then I turned, shorts at my thighs, and stroked both cocks. Bodhi came first, cum striping my thigh. Reece followed, mess on the other thigh, hot and blunt. I held them there until they finished.

I took a water bottle from the van and rinsed my thighs, just water, sand and cum running off into the lot. I pulled the shorts up. They asked if the shack was close. I said it was, and they were not invited. I kissed Reece's cheek and Bodhi's mouth, separate thanks, and I drove the two blocks alone with the windows down. The boards stayed on the rack. The night was mine, and the morning lesson would be a different room entirely.