WEEKEND WITH AVA

Chapter 20

Lena's POV

The weeks after Mom’s return had settled into a dangerous rhythm. Julian’s romantic gestures kept her suspicion mostly at bay, but the fire between the four of us never cooled. Stolen moments at home, quick fucks in cars or empty classrooms — the risk made everything hotter. But the constant tension was exhausting. When Ava texted me mid-week with an invitation to spend the weekend at her beach condo, I jumped at the chance.

“Mom, Ava invited me to stay at her place this weekend,” I said casually over dinner Thursday night.

“Just girl time. She said she misses hanging out.”

Mom smiled, completely at ease thanks to Julian’s recent efforts. “That sounds perfect, honey. You’ve been working so hard with school. Go have fun.”

Julian and Oliver exchanged knowing looks with me. They’d get their own time while I was gone — and I’d have Ava all to myself.

I packed light on Friday afternoon and drove to Ava’s condo overlooking the ocean. She greeted me at the door in a tiny bikini top and sarong, pulling me into a deep kiss the second I stepped inside.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” she murmured against my lips, hands already sliding under my sundress to squeeze my ass. “Just you and me for the whole weekend.”

The condo was beautiful — open plan, huge windows with ocean views, and a massive king bed in the master suite. Ava didn’t waste time. She pushed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the cool glass on my back as she stripped me slowly. Her mouth found my breasts first, sucking and biting my nipples until they were tight and aching. I moaned loudly, the sound carrying over the waves outside.

Ava dropped to her knees, spread my legs, and buried her face between my thighs. Her tongue was relentless — long licks through my folds, sucking my clit, two fingers thrusting deep and curling inside me. The wet, filthy sounds of her eating me out mixed with my moans and the ocean roar. I came hard against her mouth, thighs shaking, fingers tangled in her auburn hair.

She stood up, kissing me so I could taste myself, then led me to the bedroom. We spent the entire afternoon exploring each other. Ava rode my face while fingering me, her moans loud and shameless. I returned the favor, using my tongue and fingers until she came screaming. We scissored, grinding our wet pussies together, the slick sounds and creaking bed filling the room. Toys came out later — a thick dildo she fucked me with while sucking my clit, then a vibrator on her while I rode her face.

By evening we were exhausted but insatiable. We ordered food and ate naked on the balcony, feeding each other bites between kisses. After dinner, Ava took me again on the outdoor lounge chair, the ocean breeze cooling our overheated skin as she fingered me to another orgasm under the stars.

The next day was more of the same. Ava woke me with her head between my legs, licking me slowly until I came. We fucked in the shower, against the kitchen counter, and on the living room rug. She introduced strap-ons in the afternoon — fucking me deep and hard while whispering how much she loved corrupting Helen’s innocent daughter. I came so hard I saw stars.

We talked between rounds. Ava admitted she’d suspected something was going on with the family the entire weekend she stayed with us. “The way you three looked at each other… I knew I had to get in on it,” she confessed while lazily fingering me on the couch. “And now I’m addicted too.”

Sunday morning we had one final, intense session. Ava tied my wrists to the headboard and teased me for nearly an hour — edging me with her tongue, fingers, and toys until I was begging. She finally let me come while fucking me with the strap-on, deep and relentless, the bed banging loudly against the wall. I screamed her name as I came, body shaking.

As I packed to leave that afternoon, Ava pulled me into one last deep kiss. “Come back soon. Or bring the boys next time. I want all of you again.”

The drive home was filled with conflicting emotions — satisfaction, guilt, and excitement for what came next.

Mom greeted me with a hug when I got home, still relaxed thanks to Julian’s efforts. But as I unpacked, I found a pair of Ava’s panties she’d slipped into my bag with a note: For when you miss me.

Julian and Oliver cornered me later that night after Mom went to bed. They wanted every detail. I told them everything while they took turns fucking me in my room, the bed creaking softly as I described Ava’s mouth, her fingers, the strap-on.

The secret was growing. And with Mom finally relaxing, we had more room to breathe — and more chances to indulge.

But as Julian filled me one last time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our luck was running out.