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Bare With Me update
🕑 Added 2025-01-07 17:00:05 +0000 UTC“I, oh…”
Rogue hardly wanted to share Peter anymore than she already did, but his discomfort was just too cute for her to waste. “Ah would be happy t’!” she simpered. “But Juliet, if this is a nudist colony, shouldn’t Peter be stripped bare by now?”
“Oh, I’m not a member or anything,” Peter demurred. “I just wanted to see that the place was looked after, maybe find a good buyer for the property…”
“Really? I think you’d make a super manager! Your parents did it so well! They’re the stuff of legend, for reals!” Juliet enthused.
Peter could only nod. He didn’t particularly want to hear about whatever free love experiment this place had been in the Sixties or whenever—still less about how Richard and Mary Parker had run it.
“But I’m sure we can find someone else to run it if you really don’t want to,” Juliet continued, more demurely. “A lotta people came through here… lot of good memories…” She brightened as suddenly as a light switch being thrown. “The thing is, though! The lawyer won’t be here until Monday and it’s Friday now, in case you didn’t know, so until then, if you want to stay at the resort, you are going to have to be naked!”
Peter’s eyebrows quirked. “Okay, in that case, I’ll just get a place in town.”
Juliet frowned, her lips all screwed up. “Yeah, sorry, there aren’t any places in town. This resort is, like, really isolated? So no one will bother us? While we’re all naked and stuff?”
Peter sighed, reminding himself it wasn’t like he was a stranger to the odd and unusual. How many sacrifices had he made, how many challenges had he faced, how many ways had he almost gotten himself killed? A little public nudity was nothing.
Rogue patted him on the shoulder. “It’s only fair, Parker. Can’t have ya going around all snug and cozy in yer linens while everyone else is only wearing a birthday suit!”
“Yes. Wouldn’t want me being snug and cozy. Can’t have that,” Peter said bitterly. And he’d thought things had been going his way when, after a teaching assignment at the X-Mansion, Rogue and Laura had just about literally staked a claim in him. Not even asking him out, but just asserting they had dibs on him if any other mutant wanted to go out with him.
This was the universe’s way of paying him back for accidentally depositing some luck into his bank account.
Juliet cuffed him in the belly with the back of her hand. “No need to be so serious about it. Let’s just go skinny-dipping. And when we come out of the water, we just won’t put our clothes on! Doesn’t that sound good?”
A strange expression was on Juliet’s face; it was hard for Peter not to notice that, while the lakewater had dried from most of her body, moisture still seemed prominent on her pubic mound.
She wet her lips sensuously. “Come on, Peter! The water’s fine! And all that warm sand under your feet…!”
“As long as it stays under my feet,” Peter remarked as Juliet took his hand.
He allowed himself to be dragged away from the cottage. Juliet slowed as they approached the shoreline, telling Peter she wasn’t as interested in skinny-dipping as in skin.
She was still holding his hand, though, so Peter took advantage of the connection to pull her against him, feeling the warm satin of her stomach pressing between his open shirt. Juliet pulled the shirt off his shoulders and he broke the embrace to get rid of his trunks, figuring that there’d never be a better time to get naked then right now.
Juliet put her hands behind her back and preened a little, looking him over and inviting Peter’s stare.
Peter tried very hard not to move his lips, or his tongue, both of which suddenly felt very dry. He indulged in the study of Juliet’s youthful femininity like he’d had to win a lottery to get here. She’d been naked as long as he’d known her, but now he was too, and she was looking at him, and even after having fucked Rogue and Laura today, he wanted Juliet too.
Because he hadn’t before, because he delighted in the wanting, because he knew he could make her as pleased as he had his other girlfriends. There’d been times in his life when, defeated and depressed, he would’ve rather been alone and unseen than in company even this good. He had to value, to celebrate, that now was different.
With all but a growl, Peter took hold of her and pulled her down with him onto the fine white sand. Their bodies joined together, skin against skin, and their mouths met in a greedy search for whatever pleasure they could get from each other. Juliet’s swollen nipples burned hot against Peter’s chest; his rock-hard erection jammed brutally between her thighs.
“Fuck me, Peter!” Juliet gasped, barely able to pull her mouth away from his kiss to plea with him.
Her ass fidgeted desperately in the sand as she ran herself up to him, trying to catch the heat of his manhood inside the lips of her cunt—far, far too cold.
“Soon,” Peter vowed to her. “But first I’d like a taste.”
He kissed along her body as he maneuvered down it, until he was breathing in the steamy wetness of her sex. The light perfume she wore didn’t do anything to diminish the base, womanly scent of her—something about its naturalness excited him greatly.
He licked into the tightening flesh, tasted the wetness that coated it, and let his tongue slither deeper into her snatch. Juliet whimpered her passion; Peter tongued her gates. Teasing her at first, but deepening the tantalization into sex. Juliet went from anticipation to pleasure so quickly it was hard to mark the moment of her surrender. Peter bit down gently on her needful clit and she was simply there, about to come, while barely feeling fucked at all yet.
