“Great minds think alike,” I chuckled.
“Horny ones, for sure.”
She wore a white crochet cover-up that only reached to mid-thigh. She hadn’t worn a bra—her nipples were obvious—and I was fairly sure she was bottomless too.
“Nice,” I said.
“Thank you.” She sized me up. I’d gone for a beach look too, with a white linen shirt and a loose pair of drawstring pants. “You look like the cover of one of my books.”
I snorted a laugh. She edited romances.
“My hair isn’t long enough,” I said, “my jawline isn’t chiseled, and my five o’clock shadow isn’t even a suggestion. Besides, I’m too short.”
“Now who’s obsessing about their body? I happen to like your height, although you’re right about the rest.”
“What? You aren’t supposed to agree,” I laughed.
“Okay. Then I think you look awesome.”
“Much better. Thank you.”
“Especially in this general area.” She gestured at my chest but then glanced lower. “Knowing you… Commando?”
“Of course. And you?”
She gave me a smoldering look and raised the hem of her shirt. Sure enough, she was bare down there. I was about to move in when the walls vibrated with sound from the living room.
“They never let us forget,” Allie sighed, “do they?”
“That we’re parents? Kinda makes you wonder how ours managed it. Without killing us, I mean.”
“Speak for yourself. I was a perfect child.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I was,” she insisted. “I didn’t go wild till later.”
“I know. I’ve heard the stories. And I can’t wait to find out which ones’re true. But we should probably check on the girls. At least make an appearance.”
“Yeah. They might realize we’re having fun without them.”
“And come looking for us,” I finished.
“Can’t a couple of horny parents get a break?”
“Evidently not.”
I slid the door open. The girls had pushed the coffee table out of the way and were lying on the floor in a nest of pillows, blankets, and dogs. Susie even had her favorite stuffed animal, a lavender hippo called Mr. Spice. His original name had been Tubby, but she’d never called him that. Why? Who knew. She’d named her dog Bucket. We just called him Buck because it sounded cool and didn’t require an explanation.
Allie and I skirted the domestic scene and settled on the couch. I glanced at the volume. Emily had it up to Who concert levels, but I didn’t ask her to turn it down.
“We saved your ice cream,” she said over her shoulder. The movie was at a quiet point, so she didn’t have to raise her voice. “Only, it’s probably melted by now.”
“That’s okay. Do you want it?”
“No, thanks. I think I’m full.” She stopped for a moment and pondered what she’d just said. “Huh, that’s weird. Anyway, it’s there if you want it.”
She dismissed us with a wave and returned her attention to the movie. Hagrid was telling Harry about the night Voldemort tried to kill him.
Allie leaned toward me and whispered, “You promised to share your cream.”
I nodded toward the white paper bag.
“Maybe something that isn’t soft and cold?”
Great minds, indeed, the little head chuckled.
“Grab a blanket,” I said in a low voice.
She pulled one toward us and spread it across our laps. I put my arm around her, and she leaned into my side like a married couple. She had to squirm a bit to get under my arm, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“This is nice,” she said. “And I’ve definitely missed it.”
“You’ve missed this, too.” I pulled her hand to my lap. She massaged my semi-hard cock through the thin fabric of my pants.
After a moment I shifted and untied the drawstring with my free hand. Allie piled the blanket on my thighs to give us some cover. Then she wrapped her warm fingers around my straining erection. She stroked for a minute before she leaned back to look up at me.
“You promised me cream. Do I have to wait till the movie’s over?”
“I’m afraid so,” I chuckled.
She whined impatiently, like one of the girls.
“Heh. You’ll survive.”
“But I want it now.”
The girls themselves were absorbed in the movie, so I cupped Allie’s breast through the soft crochet of her shirt. She released my hard-on long enough to untie the laces that held her top together. It parted to reveal the inner slope of her left breast.
She returned her hand to my dick, and I slid mine into her shirt. Her skin was warm and smooth, her breast pliant. She sighed when I teased her nipple. Part of me wanted to escape to the guest bedroom for a quick blowjob, but another part enjoyed the thrill of fooling around where we might get caught.
Neither of us were in a hurry, so we played with each other and pretended to watch the movie. Then my cell phone vibrated. I checked the caller ID and flipped it open.
“Hey, Little Bit.”
None of the girls even turned to look. In the movie, Harry had just coughed up the snitch to win the game of quidditch. The volume rose as the crowd in the stadium started chanting.
Christy laughed. “I know what you’re watching.”
“Seriously?”
She listened for a moment and then repeated the dialogue, word for word. She even managed to sound like Hagrid, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
“Brooke’s right,” I said, “that’s uncanny.”
She did a spot-on impression of yours truly, “It’s what I do,” before she switched to her normal voice. “Sorry about earlier. Voicemail, I mean. We were here, but my phone was dead. I… um… might’ve forgot to plug it in last night? It’s your fault, though!”
“Of course it is,” I chuckled.
“Well, it is. And then I had to wait for it to charge enough to call you back. I have it plugged in now, though. Oh my gosh! I almost forgot why I called. That’s your fault too, I suppose. Are you watching a movie with the girls? Never mind, of course you are. So, do you wanna go somewhere quiet and tell me about your day?”
I blinked and tried to sort through the zigs and zags. Sometimes Christy’s brain moved faster than her mouth.
“Sure,” I said after a moment. “D’you mind if Allie joins us?”
She automatically released my hard-on and pulled up my pants to cover it.
“Joins us?” Christy teased. “You have to seduce her first.”
“Seduce who?” Wren asked in the background. “Hold on, is he still trying to get into Allie’s panties?”
“I’m working on it,” I said through a tight smile.
“I know,” Christy said fondly. “She’s just giving you a hard time. Mmm, I said hard.”
“Oh, boy. So it’s gonna be like that?”
“Oh, brother,” Wren said.
“Of course!” Christy laughed at both of us. “Now, are you going to find somewhere you can talk?”
* * *
I closed the bedroom door behind us and cut off the sound from the living room.
“Okay, much better,” I said into the phone.
“So,” Christy asked in a lighthearted voice, “how was your day?”
“Busy,” I deadpanned.
“Doin’ what?”
“Oh, this and that.”
It was a game we played. Allie had heard it before, albeit from Christy’s side. She furrowed her brow but then figured it out.
“Get to the point,” Wren called in the background. “Did you fuck her yet?”
I sighed. Why did everything have to be so complicated? And why did it involve so many people, especially women?
Do you really wanna know? I mean, if you haven’t figured it out by now…
“Oh my gosh,” Christy laughed, “is he giving you a hard time too? Oh, you poor thing.”
And why did I marry a woman who could read my mind? I sighed. Again.
“If he’s talking to his dick,” Wren jeered in the background, “he must’ve struck out. You’re oh for two!”