"Look," Carl said. "Come on out in back to the rec room. Al's there, with Karen. You guys can get a drink and get acquainted." He looked down at Linda, coveting her body with a long gaze before he turned and moved toward the back of the house.
Tony let Linda go past, following the man, then walked behind her, Brenda close on his heels.
The recreation room had modern furniture, low couches, lots of extra-large pillows, all in bright colors. A fireplace filled one end of the room, a bar flanking it along one side.
"What'll you have?" Carl went behind the bar.
"Beer," Tony said.
"Just a beer for me, too." Linda usually didn't drink at all. But she wanted to fit in, to be like the others.
"Tony, you know Al, don't you?" Carl said, nodding at a couple seated near the fireplace.
"Oh, sure." Tony went to the guy, hand outstretched.
"Is this Linda?" Al stood, uncurling six feet of lanky frame from the low couch. He looked at the blond, smiling, his curly coppery hair taking on a light glow from the spluttering fire. "She's gorgeous, man. Where you been hiding her?" Al took two steps toward Linda, eyes busy all over her body.
"Hi," Linda said shyly, not able to keep looking at Al. His eyes were hazel, dancing with light. When he came up to her and took her hand she managed to look at his face, the chin, mostly, too shy to look at anything else for very long.
"I'm glad you could come, Linda." Al held her hand for a moment longer than usually required for a handshake.
"I'm Karen." The brunette got up, looking poisoned daggers at Linda.
"Hi, Karen." Linda moved toward her, smiling. "I sure do like your outfit." She wanted to make friends. It wasn't her fault that Al had made a fuss.
"Here you go." Carl handed them both glasses of beer.
"Oh. Thank you, Carl." Linda took the glass and held it delicately, not sure whether to take a sip or wait or what.
"Sit down. Come on." Carl gestured to a couch. "Thank you." Linda sat, looking at Tony, waiting until he sat beside her. She looked at him, very aware of the way Al's eyes were boring through her sweater. And that didn't make much sense because Karen had bigger breasts. That was very clear from the tightness of her blouse. And Karen didn't have a bra on, either. The nipple showed very plainly enough the clinging cloth.
Linda didn't want to make any kind of a scene, so she clamped both eyes on Tony's face and hunched her shoulders to hide her own figure.
They talked for a while, mostly the men talking, and that mostly about work. They kept mentioning people she didn't know. Linda drained her glass and held it for about two seconds, then Carl jumped up and got her a fresh beer.
The second beer went down faster and by the time Carl had given her a third, Tony was on his second and she was starting to relax a little.
But she kept feeling Al's eyes roaming on her form. She caught his glance from time to time. Caught similar looks coming from Carl, too.
It was hard to explain the men's glances. Brenda was very nice looking, with great skin, all pure white, plunging into the low top of her blouse just as the breasts started to swell to fullness. The pale skin next to the black hair made almost a dramatic contrast. And Karen was super-stacked.
Linda moved closer to Tony, snuggling against his thigh. He put his arm around her shoulder, leaning back on the couch. She felt better, but the new position stretched her blouse tight over her tits. She caught Al's look. And his smile.
She had had other guys smile at her that way and knew just what it meant. It was a sexual smile. No other way to read it.
The smile made her nervous and she shot a smile back. From the way his face lit up, she knew that he had read her smile the wrong way.
Al leaned toward her. "How about another beer?" he asked, all his teeth showing. "Or maybe something stronger."
"… no. Thanks. I'm fine." She looked at the floor.
"Oh, go on," Carl said. "Have another!" He grabbed her and went to the bar.
Linda muttered a small "Thanks," and sat back. "Oh, you men!" Brenda stood up, sounding irritated. "All you ever talk about is work. Business and work and it's boring." She moved toward the fire, her hips swaying suggestively.
"Well, what do you want to talk about?" Al asked.
"Sex!" She whirled, facing Al, hands planted on her hips. Metallic gold capris clung like shiny skin to her hips and thighs.
Linda sat right up when she heard the word – sex.
"You men can at least talk about it," Brenda said, swaggering toward Al, hands still on hips.
"Even if you can't do it."
"We can do it, too, Brenda." Al grinned at her, one hand cupping ova his crotch.
"Like hell." Brenda planted herself close to Al, her crotch at the level of his face.
Carl came from the bar and handed Linda her fourth beet. She took it and swallowed a quick me.
"Hey, Carl," Al said, loudly, "can't you keep Brenda happy?"
"I keep her happy all the fucking time, man." He grinned at the black haired young woman, then reached over and grabbed her butt. "Isn't that right, honey?"
"Oh, you do okay." She turned from his touch, smiling at him. Then smiling at Tony.
"Okay? Is that all?" He put some fake anger into his voice, stepping closer to her.
"Yeah. Okay. That's all." She wiggled her hips widely as she walked toward Tony. "I bet he can do it better." Her hand snaked out to caress Tony's face.
Tony pulled away – about one-sixteenth of an inch.
Linda drew back, almost spilling her beer. She clutched for Tony's arm.
"How about it, Linda?" Brenda asked. "Is Tony good in bed?"
"Uh… yeah," Linda mumbled, wiggling closer to Tony.
"Sure he is." Brenda stroked Tony's face with both hands, advancing her crotch until it almost brushed his nose.
"Hey, hey. Take it easy." Tony pulled back a few inches, not trying to take her hands from his face.
Carl stepped up behind Brenda and curled one arm around her waist. "You're supposed to save that kind of thing for me." He pulled her back with his arm, his hand drawing the front of her blouse lower.
"I just wanted to put a little life into the party." She shoved her tail to his crotch, arching her chest forward. One tit popped into clear view, the nipple a shimmery bright pink. "Somebody has to get this thing started." Her hands reached back, groping for Carl's ass.
"You're right." Carl leaned down, nuzzling at her neck. His free hand came around and covered the bare boob, fumbling at the nipple.
"Tony… we… we'd better go," Linda whispered. Carl and Brenda were right in front of them and she had a clear view of the action.
"… yeah. Maybe so." Tony started to put his glass down on the floor.
Brenda's other tit came into view.
Carl cupped the boobs with both hands, pushing them up so they looked fuller. "How about that, Tony? Aren't those great jugs?" He pushed the breasts toward Tony.
"Uh, yeah. They sure ate, Carl." He stared at them.
"How about it, Al? How would you like to get your hands on that pair of knockers?"
"Wow. They are sure nice!" Al stood up, moving toward Brenda, reaching for the tits.
"Here. Take a good look." She slipped from Carl's light grasp and stripped off the blouse over her head, standing bare to the waist, the firelight making her pale skin glow with pink and golden lights.
"Tony, we've got to go," Linda whispered urgently.
"How about a quick feel?"
"Sure!" Brenda pulled back her shoulders, making her breasts rise, spread, the firm flesh looking sleek, the round nipples pointing sideways, surrounded by a ring of light pink skin that blended into the white flesh.
"Great!" Al covered the right boob with his hand and stood very close to Brenda.
Brenda pressed her crotch to the man's thigh.