As usual, Lars was sitting in his room, sulking about losing Aggie when his phone rang. Looking at the screen Lars saw that it was his father. "Hello?"
"What the fuck happened at Club Orient?" came his father's booming voice.
“What are you talking about, Dad?” Lars asked. "I mean, you know Aggie and I broke up while there. Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary."
"Then why am I about to lose them as a client? It seems your girlfriend accused Muhunnad of attacking her in a hot tub."
"When I came back from parasailing, I saw security escorting him off the property. I figured he was in the wrong bed..." Lars tried to explain.
"Nope! Your ex accused him of sexual assault. In front of witnesses. Instead of suing like a normal person, he's doing what the rich do. He's building a more luxurious resort less than a mile away. When it opens, it'll be nicer and cheaper until he runs Club Orient out of business. You need to fix this, and fix it now!" Lars’ father bellowed.
"I was going to book my flight back home today. I'll make sure I have a layover and take care of it," Lars replied.
"Good," his father said, then hung up.
Aggie was sitting in Beatrice's living room, feeling depressed. Even being the bitchy plant in last night's initiation didn't cheer her up.
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Despite all the changes and all the fun she’d had over the last year, Aggie didn't have what she’d had with Lars. She had dated a few guys, and none of them measured up to Lars.
She tried to be a lesbian, but she wanted to feel a dick blasting cum in her. No strap-on could emulate the experience of a hot guy and real dick.
She still loved Lars and wanted him, to hold him, kiss him fuck him and marry him. Many nights she cried herself to sleep as she imagined him going down under with a Sheila. Aggie often wondered if Aussies found American accents as sexy as Americans found Aussie accents.
As she sat there watching some stupid sitcom rerun, she had a good cry. As her first tears fell, Beatrice and Nat joined her on the couch. Wanting to show them how strong she had become she tried to stifle her sobs. Beatrice handed Aggie a piece of paper that had flight information on it. The flight originated in Melbourne Australia and ended at Club Orient. Aggie looked at Beatrice and Nat with a puzzled expression.
"A Sister happens to teach at the University of Melbourne. She's been keeping tabs on him and confirmed that he's been living like a monk. No parties, no woman, He only went to classes and an occasional drink with the guys," Beatrice told her.
"The rumor mill's been running rampant, but in my opinion, he's still pining for you. He's stopping at Club Orient before coming home. If you leave now, we can get you to my jet and you can be there before he arrives. Then all you have to do is welcome him with open legs. Now, will you be the Aggie I love or the Agatha that you used to be?"
Aggie jumped up and hugged the women, before heading to her room to pack. "Darling, it's a nudist resort. Do you really need clothes?" Beatrice asked reasonably.
Aggie stopped dead in her tracks. "I guess not." She hugged Beatrice and followed Nat out to her waiting. Shay, May, Vee, and Christina were waiting.
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Lars walked through the lobby after checking in. He was heading to the elevators, to drop off his luggage. He had scheduled a meeting with the resort manager later that day. The last time he was here, he was with the first and only woman he’d loved. He had taken her cherry on their second day of college. They had been almost inseparable until the start of Sophmore year. He had gotten drunk and done something stupid.
Now he was a year older and much wiser. As he strode through the lobby, he saw a familiar figure sitting by the elevators. She was nude, not even wearing a piece of jewelry. He stopped dead in his tracks realizing who the naked female was.
"Aggie!?" he cried in disbelief, trying to process the fact she was here, and naked. This was not the girl he’d remembered.
She looked up at him, smiled, and said, "Hi Lars," she greeted him like they had seen each other yesterday. She stood up stretching her long lithe body that had filled out a bit, giving her a woman's figure. She posed as she stretched, allowing him to stare at her tanned toned flesh.
Lars could see that Aggie had changed, and not only her appearance. The way she stood, she had confidence, and self-assurance that she never had before. She was more confident, more outgoing, her entire demeanor was different. He liked the new Aggie especially the tattoo on her left breast.
"What are you doing here? You're naked?" he said in shock.
"Well, this is a clothing-optional resort, isn't it?" she responded. “So I figured why bring clothes, it'd only mean doing laundry when I get home."
Lars' jaw hit the floor as he processed this new information. "Do you have a room?" he asked, still not sure why she was here.
"Actually, no. I came here on a whim, hoping some guy from Australia would let me share his," she answered, winking at him.
Lars swallowed hard and felt his cock start to grow at the implication. "Aggie, I um would like to explain..."
"No need to. I know what happened. You were drunk and stupid. And I've forgiven you," as she held out her arms to him. He stood there in shock for several seconds before running into her arms and pulling her close to him. They kissed as he lifted her and carried her to the elevator. Without breaking their kiss, they found their room.
Lars placed Aggie on the bed and stripped off his clothes. As soon as he dropped his pants, Aggie dropped to her knees and sucked him into her mouth. Lars's eyes shot open at this new skill of hers. He wondered who had taught her because she was very skilled. As he luxuriated in the pleasure she was giving him, he realized he didn't care, as long as she was here and didn't leave. He threw his head back, his eyes closed as Aggie slurped and gagged on his shaft. His hands grabbed handfuls of her hair and pulled her down his shaft. Aggie smiled as she took him balls deep without complaint.
Lars grew hard watching her deep throat his cock. Once he had grown fully erect, Aggie let his cock pop out of her mouth. "I can finish you off with my mouth, or you can choose another hole," she said, while she stroked his cock, keeping him hard.
"What if I want your ass?" he asked, worried that it would just start another fight, but wondering how much she had changed.
"Then you’d better get some lube. I'm not taking that monster dry," she said, climbing onto the bed and getting on all fours. "Come on, stud, this ain't an all-night diner," she chided him.
Lars froze in place at hearing her say ‘lube’ and seeing her hold her cheeks open, to display her rosebud. Lars grabbed a bottle of lube from the room's minibar. He opened it and applied a generous amount to his throbbing shaft. Then climbing on the bed behind Aggie he poured a handful of lube into her crack. Using his finger he spread it around her hole, gently using a finger to lubricate her insides.
Aggie sighed as his fingers penetrated her hole. She’d wanted to be with him for so long, and now she could show him that she was the woman he’d always asked her to be. When Lars had coated her inside and out, he lined up his cock with her hole. As he thrust forward, he said, "Are you sure, Aggie... I mean if you aren't willing..."
"Shut up and fuck my ass before I fuck yours," she demanded, pushing back until she felt the head of his cock pushing against her sphincter.
Lars's head spun when she said that. 'Her bedroom talk has improved,' he thought as he pushed his cock into her, not sure if her comment was a joke. "Oh my god," he moaned, as her bunghole squeezed his cock in a death grip. Without the lube, he doubted he would be able to move at all. He put his hands on her hips and drove himself deeper into her bowels. He controlled his breathing, trying not to blow too soon.
"Fuck, Lars, slam that cock into me," Aggie begged, as she rocked her hips back to try and get more of him in her. Lars loved her new language, and attitude. He was not one to disappoint a lady, he pushed himself in her until his waist hit her ass. Lars paused to let the wonderful sensations die down a bit trying to control himself.
"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" Aggie asked as she started to rock herself forward. Lars growled as the beast rose within him and started to ram his cock into her.
"That's it, baby, ram that fuck stick into my bunghole," she encouraged him, as she threw herself back to meet his thrusts. Aggie reached back with her arm and started to rub her clit as Lars drove himself into her. It was hard, it was fast, it was brutal and it was over way too soon.
Aggie grunted, "I'm fucking cumming," as her asshole started to spasm around Lars shaft. Lars was on the verge himself, sweat dripping off his face as he tried to hold back for one more stroke. The convulsions of Aggie's body as she climaxed was too much for him, he couldn't hold back. He bellowed like a Minotaur as his cock exploded in her rectum, flooding her with his cum. Aggie who was in the midst of her explosion screamed as his cock began to pulsate inside her.
When they finished, they collapsed onto the bed together, unable to speak. They laid there side by side, holding hands and basking in the glow of their reunion as lovers. When their heart rates finally fell below 200 and their breathing was under control, Lars said, "As much as I hate leaving you I have to..." as he nodded toward the bathroom.
Aggie chuckled. "Hurry up, lover, and wash up. We have a lot of lost time to make up for," she told him, as she watched the muscles in his naked ass shift while walking across the room. When the door closed, Aggie grabbed her phone and sent a text. Getting a reply almost immediately she smiled as she heard the water running.
Standing up by the bathroom door, she waited for Lars to come out. When the door opened, she jumped into his arms and kissed him with all the love she felt for him.
“My turn in there, lover. I'll meet you in bed,” as she lowered her long, lean, legs to the floor. Shutting the door, she started to giggle, hoping Lars would like the surprise she had in store for him. She spent a few minutes freshening up and even used the bidet to clean the cum that was oozing from her body. As she dried herself, she heard a knock at the door. Aggie threw open the bathroom door, ran over to the bed, and jumped on it, her eyes shining with excitement.
Lars opened the door a crack and peeked out. Standing there was a beautiful naked olive-skinned Hispanic girl. "Hi, you must be Lars. Is Aggie here?" she asked smiling at Lars.
"Come on in, Chiquita," Aggie shouted as Christina pushed past Lars and jumped onto the bed. the girls hugged and Christina kissed Aggie with tongue, as Lars had, minutes earlier. Lars stood there with the door open, his jaw hanging to his knees. His dick grew as he watched Aggie having a tongue duel with this woman he’d never met before.
"Uhh, Aggie..." he said as Christina pinched one of Aggie's nipples.
Finally, they pulled themselves apart from their kiss. Aggie got off the bed, took Lars by the hand and led him to the bed. Aggie said, "Lars, this is my best friend and sometimes lover Christina. Christina, this is my boyfriend Lars."
"Wait! What?" Lars said, looking back and forth between the girls. "Lover?" He asked, his head spinning out of control.
"A lot has happened to me over the last year, Lars,” Aggie told him. "I made some new friends and had a few experiences. Agatha is gone. Are you okay with me being so salacious?"
Lars has no idea what to say. He never suspected Aggie would become this wild. He wasn't sure he could handle her, but he was willing to give it the old college try. "So you two are lovers? Well, guess I can share if Aggie does..."
Aggie and Christina smiled and looked at each other silently. Then they both jumped Lars, taking him to the floor. They kissed his chest while their hands stroked his half-erect shaft. Aggie and Christina kissed over his chest, giving him a close-up view of their tongues dancing. They both bent down to his cock and he felt two very different mouths and tongues starting to work it over. He noticed their asses near his hands, so he started to probe each of their pussies with his fingers.
