Saturday -
We had no alarms set because we didn't have to get up for anything. I woke up first, lying on my back. My left arm extended under Stacey. She was draped across me in the same position Steve was when we began the night. Arm across my chest and leg draped over mine. Steve was to her left with his right arm under her. They were both still sleeping soundly. I had to pee and my morning wood was ferocious so I slid out from under her as best I could, trying not to wake her.
I wobbled into the bathroom following my hard cock, directing me like a dowsing rod looking for water. Entering, I turned the lights on, shut the door and began pondering the weekend with these two people I love so much. The relaxation helped my cock soften so my stream began and then came in earnest. Seemed like I peed for several minutes. I washed my face and my cock with a washcloth and brushed my teeth. Leaving the bathroom, I headed to the kitchen. My stomach was talking to me.
Stacey and Steve were still asleep as I passed through on my way to the kitchen. I put on a pot of coffee and began cooking the sausage patties for breakfast. We had a big day ahead of us so we'd need to eat. The plan was to go to Texas. There was a lake in the state park that had an 'unofficial' nude beach. I had long been a nudist where appropriate and since I met Stacey, she slowly learned an appreciation of the lifestyle. She and I had made regular journeys to the beach. Her former tan lines had all but disappeared into a beautiful golden all-over tan. She looked like a Greek goddess instead of the alabaster skinned West Oklahoma farmer's daughter I met six months ago.
I continued with breakfast prep, making pancakes and soft scrambling some eggs for three. The smell of breakfast and coffee must have roused the sleepyheads because around the corner Stacey came wiping her eyes and pushing her hair out of her face.
"Good morning sleepyhead! Is Steve still asleep?" I asked.
She just yawned and shook her head. "Bathroom," she said.
I just nodded and chuckled at the thought of the three of us in bed together. It had been a dream that I never saw happening. Now we had a weekend together. She poured her coffee and came over wrapping her arms around me, kissing me on the cheek. She lay her head on my shoulder. With my hands full of breakfast prep, I turned and kissed her on the top of her head.
A couple minutes later, I heard the toilet flush. Steve came around the corner a minute or two later and grabbed a cup for his coffee off the counter.
"Something smells good!" he said.
"It's always Stacey," I interjected chuckling.
Stacey said, "We have a big day ahead, we gotta have breakfast." I agreed and asked if they wanted anything else. They declined.
Stacey grabbed some plates and silverware and laid out the table. Steve grabbed the syrup and butter for the pancakes and ketchup for the sausage and hash browns. He still had the beginnings of an erection. He wasn't quite used to being naked around women in a casual manner. So seeing Stacey, as beautiful as she is, naked and indifferent to our nakedness left him excited.
We sat, said grace and ate our breakfast. We talked about what was going on and I asked Stacey what happened last night. She said as the night wore on, her friends wanted to go to a less than reputable bar to pick up some 'rides' for the night. She told them hers was at home. I asked her if she was surprised to find Steve and me in bed together but she said she really wasn't.
"I knew y'all were close friends. You and I have talked about a threesome before so no, not really. If it had been anyone but Steve? Then yes. But I know how you feel about him."
"And you know how I feel about you. I'm glad you're comfortable and not threatened in any way," I said. Steve and I attempted to fill in the blanks on our history to bring her up to date. He knew all about her because he and I talked on the phone frequently.
We sat and talked for about forty-five minutes to get caught up and I asked Steve if he'd ever been on a nude beach before. He rather nervously said he hadn't except with me but that was at night. Never in daylight. I reminded him there was a large community college in the town close by and on a beautiful day like today it should be full. There will be lots of options for viewing.
The breakfast mess was cleaned up. Food was put away and dishes were put in the dishwasher. We all headed to the bathroom to brush our teeth and get ready for the day.
It was now almost eleven. Given the beach was forty-five minutes away, we had to get a move on. Clothes weren't really an issue. Steve and I went with sweat shorts and I wore a Hawaiian shirt. Steve went with a polo shirt and Stacey wore a brightly colored sundress. None of us opted for any underwear and we all wore flip-flops. Ball caps for Steve and me and a big floppy sun hat for Stacey.
The ice chest was already in the car so we grabbed the big beach towels and headed out. One stop for some ice, beverages and cold subs for later and we were on the interstate heading west. The day was a clear eighty two degree day with very low humidity and a light breeze. A perfect day.
We arrived at a mostly full parking lot. There were a couple cars on the front row backing out so we were in luck. I pulled in and parked the car. We grabbed our stuff and headed off in search of the perfect spot on the beach. Failing that, a spot that we could fit in comfortably without being too crowded would have to work.
The beach itself was off-white fluffy sand. I never knew if the park staff cleaned it or the clientele was unusually neat but this park was generally cleaner than most. It was about three quarters of a mile long and about fifty feet wide but there were lots of folks on it this morning.
The beach ran down towards the water, which was unusually clear. The back of the beach was ringed with tall trees and those big bushes you would plant for privacy. That's where the bathhouse / concession stands were located.
We found a spot far enough away from the bathhouse that we could avoid the foot traffic. Steve's eyes were huge, taking in all the nudity. After we laid out our blankets and towels, Stacey and I took our clothes off, folded them up and put them away. We both lay face down. Stacey on one side of me and Steve on the other.
Steve was looking around like he was gonna be bashful and Stacey asked him if he was gonna be okay. He said he was, he was just taking it all in. He took his shirt off and slowly dropped his shorts. His alabaster ass and genitals stood out like a beacon. He was gonna need lots of suntan lotion. He also had the beginnings of an erection. I told him not to worry about it. "We all got hard-ons occasionally. Just lie on your stomach or throw a towel on it."