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And we pulled together in a great big grandmother/granddaughter hug, and in spite of myself I did cry, just a little.

Then I left Nana to get her night’s rest, and shut her bedroom door behind me.As I walked down the hall to thestairs, her words followed me.Are you happy?The most we can do in any kind of life is try to make ourselves happy.

Downstairs, out on the deck, was what made me happiest in my life at the moment and I broke into a smile and quickened my step, knowing how very happy they would soon make me.

CHAPTER 7

Jenna

The sight that greeted me on the deck was even more spectacular than the Malibu sunset that painted the sky in oranges and pinks and violets.My guys had taken off their tops to admire the colors over the ocean.Before me was the most delicious collection of pecs and abs.

“You got Sarah settled down for the night, then?” Byron asked.

”She’s fine,” I replied.With a stray thought, I was grateful that Nana’s room was on the outward-facing front side of the house, not the side facing the back.I doubted she would get up and look out the window during the night, but it was still good, I thought, that if she did, she wouldn’t see anything that might soon be happening out here.The guys being shirtless told me what I could expect on this night of my homecoming—emphasis on the coming part.

“Do you think she’s really accepting us?” Byron asked, and the question made me flash on her reaction to Elliot’s demonstration for her earlier in the day.

”Yes,” I said.“I think you guys charmed her a bit, after the way we introduced you to her.”

”That’s good,” Byron said, with Elliot and Cade nodding in agreement.“Your grandmother is a very nice lady, and we somewhat sprung ourselves on her as houseguests.Even under what you’d call ‘normal’ circumstances, we might be a bit of an imposition for her.”

”If you want to know the truth,” I said, “Daddy has a lot of gadgets that do most of the housework.He didn’t wantNana getting over-tired taking care of this big place, either.What Nana mostly does is turn things on and off, and simple gardening, and there are machines to help her with that too.When I left, she didn’t have anyone to fuss over any more.She might have been a little overwhelmed by what you guys are, but if you really want my opinion, deep down she appreciated the fuss.”

“I’m glad,” said Byron.“She’s been really kind.”

”She sure has,” said Cade.“And she cooks great.”

”Definitely,” said Elliot with a little grin.Then, looking around the deck at all the soft and inviting furniture, he said, “We have a very warm night here.How would you like to spend it?”There was a suggestive twinkle in his eye.

”I have an idea,” I said, smiling back.“Our beach is private.Only family and our guests use it.We could use it tonight.”

Elliot traded an approving glance with the other two guys.“Hmm, that sounds really interesting.”

I took them all down to a closet in the basement from which we fetched three tall iron poles that were hooked at one end, and some LED lanterns.Having them wait for me on the deck, I went up to the linen closet and got three big blankets and some towels.With blankets and towels in hand, I then returned to the deck, from which I led Elliot, Byron, and Cade down to the beach.In the glow from the deck lights shining down onto the beach, they inserted the three poles into the sand, which made a lovely metaphor for something else that I looked forward to them doing, and we hung the lanterns on the poles and lit them up.Then we spread the blankets out on the sand and left the towels on one blanket.

And then, under the blanket of deep indigo and stars high overhead, all the clothing came off.

Three more beautiful poles hung on bodies of muscle, which I had not seen since this morning in another world, were now exposed to me.My heart fluttered happily at the sight of them and the thought of what I wanted them to do to me with those proud cocks.They eyed my breasts and my pubes with what I knew were the most wonderfully lustful thoughts.I was more than ready for my magnificent men to lay me down on the blankets and demand my attention to what hung between their legs here and now.

But instead, Elliot gestured to the rolling surf whose murmuring whoosh seemed to beckon to us, and said, “Swimming in Earth’s ocean!Let’s go!”

As the naked Elliot took off, his skin was already turning to scales and his wings and tail were already budding from his upper and lower back.Byron and Cade charged after him, starting their own transformations in mid-stride, laughing as they went.I followed them, willing to postpone what I wanted from them just long enough to give them this little adventure first.They were in full dragon shape as we ran splashing into the oncoming waves that enveloped our legs and rolled up against our hips and sides.Elliot gave a screech as he lunged forward, wings tucked and tail thrashing, and plunged downward, disappearing into the mighty Pacific.I saw Cade and Byron entering the surf behind him before launching myself into the sea.

If anyone had ever told me that I’d one day find myself swimming with dragons off my family’s beach, I would have asked them what movies they’d been watching and perhaps what they’d had for refreshments while watching them.The whole thing was so much like something out of the fanciful stories of those old mariners who’d drawn those maps with dragons at the edges of the world they knew.My dragons, however, were not monsters waiting to crush ships that dared to sail into theunknown and pull their crews down to watery oblivion.My dragons were my friends, my protectors, and so much more.

Knifing through the water to catch up with them, I flashed back to that night on Tellus when Byron took Elliot and me out on a yacht on a river.We’d all worn waterproof straps with LED lights on them to help us see each other when we dove into the river and we swam together, Elliot and Byron in their reptile shapes.That night was the most magical swim of my life, kicking and twisting in darkened waters, seeing my dragon guys by their light straps, watching in amazement at the way they moved with arms at their sides and tails waving, propelling them along.Swimming along with the three of them now, it was much the same, except that their superior dragon vision let them see under the surface of the Pacific, which was now lit only by flecks of moonlight on the skin of the water above us.We stayed close to the surface and didn’t venture into the dark, engulfing expanse of deeper water below us, so I could see those dragon shapes, swooping and swirling ahead of me, the twisting of those propelling tails and the powerful movements of their bodies like three living, scaly torpedoes.There was such power in those forms—power that they could use in so many wonderful ways.

I kicked up and broke the surface of the water to swallow big mouthfuls of air.From around me came the splashing sounds of three dragon heads emerging from the rolling water, like something in an old sea serpent story.Those horned heads circled me, hissing as they went, not with menace but with all the pleasure of this moment and all the pleasure that was still ahead of us.Treading water and watching them move, I was filled with the feeling of how proud I was of them, how they had charmed my grandmother and given her and me a special day in our home and, in the embrace of the water, I was filled with how very much I wanted to be in their embrace—and more to be under them,to have their human magnificence topping me and their proud human members inside me.

With mixed mischief and desire, I called out to my three circling dragons, “Who wants it?Follow me and get it!”And with a lunge and a kick, I headed with fast strokes, anticipating sweet stroking of a different kind, towards the lights on the shore from which we came.No sooner was I off than I found a mighty dragon neck and head slicing through the water to my right side and another, then another, on my left.I was a fast swimmer, but I knew the power in those dragon bodies made them so much faster.This was no race; this was the three of them keeping pace with me, pulling back a little every time I pulled a bit ahead.My guys were letting me lead them, and I knew so well what destination I finally wanted them to reach.

In minutes we were in water shallow enough for our feet to touch the sandy bottom while the waves poured in around us.I stopped my swimming and broke into a brisk run through the surf.At once they were around me, their dragon forms melting back to human, tails and wings and horns receding, human muscles taking their place.I dashed up into ankle-deep water and then up onto the sand.What awaited me back where we’d started, where the lanterns glowed on the poles, was the fulfillment of a dream I’d had for many years.

As a girl of fourteen, I first sat in my bedroom at night, looking out on the family beach, and imagined how it might be one day down there with a boy.Someday, I pictured, there would be a boy sharing the sand and the surf with me.He might even be a surfer.I saw him as the most beautiful boy in the world, my imagination creating him out of all the beautiful, handsome, muscled boys who came to the beaches of California which were their natural habitat.Perhaps he would teach me to ride the waves on a board.But more wonderfully, he would show me the joy of being ridden by him.

With that imaginary boy I would discover the greatest happiness in the world, there on the stretch of sand which was my backyard.With him I would have for the first time the intoxicating taste of an erect cock, and offer up to him the taste of my pussy.He would put himself on top of me, enter me, and show me what it was to be mounted, entered, and penetrated by perfect maleness.With my imaginary boy I would discover the delight of a beautiful young man’s impassioned fucking.

My reality had turned out to be so much different than my fantasy.It had played out like a fantasy itself, in an apartment in a world a universe away, where someone more awesome than any imaginary surfer took my virginity and gave me pleasure such as I’d never imagined.It was Elliot who’d fucked me that first time and Elliot, the trained athlete, was the first to reach me on the blankets now.Breathlessly, I let him pull me into his arms and capture my mouth in a kiss so warm that I imagined it could dry my drenched skin, the soaked hardness of his muscles and the hair on his body—and the pulsing pole of his cock were against my belly.I gave myself into the kiss and groped his ass, while Cade and Byron joined us on the blankets.I slipped out of the kiss while Elliot kissed my shoulders and squeezed my own buttocks, and I watched Cade and Byron stroking their own hardened pricks and licking the salty Pacific from their lips.The three of them were ready to take another plunge, more wonderful than the one we’d just shared and I was so ready for them.

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