Leah looked over her shoulder. “I wanna taste you. Just…” She laughed.
“Gimme a sec.”
“Take your time. No rush.”
“Want me to do it?” Erin teased.
I glanced at Mark, but he didn’t seem the least bit shocked.
“Not on your life,” Leah said. “I’m the birthday girl, remember?”
“No problem. Just checking.”
Leah pushed herself up. My shaft slid out, shiny with her juices. She turned and saw it, and her eyes lit with excitement. She sighed in pleasure when she tasted herself on my cock.
Erin grinned and propped herself on one elbow to watch her friend suck me off.
I came after barely a minute. Leah moaned in surprise when the torrent didn’t slow after the first couple of spurts. They eventually tailed off, though, and she pursed her lips.
She held my semen in her mouth instead of swallowing. Then she tilted her head back and turned to Mark to show him.
“Holy crap! How do you do it, man? I mean, that’s more than a mouthful!”
“You can say that again,” Erin joked.
Leah closed her mouth and swallowed twice. She took a deep breath and then smiled in satisfaction.
“All right, who’s ready for champagne?” Mark climbed off the bed without waiting for an answer.
He had a full erection. Again. I blinked in surprise. He hadn’t been playing with himself, so it was probably from watching me and Leah.
Whatever floats your boat, I thought.
“Sorry about the plastic cups,” he said as he poured. “I couldn’t find my mom’s picnic set.”
“I have a toast,” Leah said once we all had cups.
Mark looked surprised, but adjusted quickly. “Oh. Okay.”
“To the best friends a girl could have.”
Mark opened the second bottle of champagne and refilled our cups. He also mixed another round of shots. I still had a buzz, but I drank one anyway.
Then I relaxed and let the chitchat flow around me. Erin dropped a couple of hints that Leah and Mark might want some time to themselves, but I was drunk enough that I didn’t entirely trust myself to be alone with her. I pretended I hadn’t heard, and she finally gave up.
The conversation eventually wound down, and I hinted through a yawn,
“This has been a really fun night.”
“A perfect night,” Leah agreed. Then she glanced at Erin. “Well, almost.”
“Eh, it’s all right,” Erin said with a shrug.
Thwarted but not annoyed, I thought in relief.
“But I’d like to borrow Mark for a bit.”
He’d drunk as much as I had, yet he had some secret reserve of energy.
He leapt up.
“Your wish is my command!”
Leah and I both laughed.
“What is it about that phrase?” he said, a bit deflated.
“Ignore us,” I told him.
“Whatever.” He extended a hand to Erin. His dick was completely hard.
Again.
Erin joined him on the other bed. She was worked up already and didn’t bother with foreplay. She simply climbed on top and set his cock at her pussy. She sat back and began moving her hips.
Leah and I watched for a bit, and I felt my own energy returning.
“You in the mood for another round?” I asked her.
“Sure. But first… can we shower?”
“I’d like that.”
All of her things were in the other bathroom, so I followed her into the adjoining room.
“Why didn’t you come over here with Erin?” she asked. “I mean, that’s why we didn’t invite anyone else. Are you worried about Mark? He’s totally cool with it.”
I shook my head.
“Then… what?”
I shrugged and left it at that.
Leah gazed at me thoughtfully. “Sometimes I just don’t get you.”
“I’m a pain in the butt, I know. Lots of people would agree.”
“You’re a goof.”
“But I’m your goof.”
Her smile wavered and turned melancholy. “Do you ever wonder…?”
“Yeah. All the time.”
The silence grew uncomfortable.
“Ready for that shower?” I asked.
“I need to pee first.”
I gestured. “Go ahead.”
“Don’t be silly.” She took my hand and tugged me into the bathroom.
She used the toilet while we waited for the shower to heat up. Then I pulled aside the curtain and followed her into the tub.
All of a sudden she turned and wrapped her arms around me.
I held her lithe, water-slick body against mine.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too.”
“And if things were different…”
“They aren’t,” I said, a little too curtly.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I want you to be happy.”
We made love again after Mark and Erin went to sleep. Part of me felt like I was betraying his friendship, but Leah and I would always have something between us, something that had existed long before he’d met her. If only I’d realized it sooner.
“Ah, well,” I said aloud, softly. “If wishes were horses…”
Leah rolled toward me in the dark. She held my face and kissed me. Then she reached between us and found my penis. She massaged and slowly coaxed it to life.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
“Mmm.”
“Get on your stomach.” I straddled her hips and slid into her without looking.
She sighed and clutched the pillow.
I kissed her neck.
She turned her head and found my lips.
I began thrusting gently.
Mark and Erin slept on.
Chapter 5
Trip and I finished our workout and waited for the girls’ aerobics class to let out. They talked to some friends for a minute or two before they headed toward their duffel bags. Out of the blue Christy did a little dance step and a pirouette. I laughed aloud as Wren huffed and looked skyward in exasperation.
“She’s been like this all day,” she said as they joined us.
“You’re just in a bad mood, Miss Sourpuss.”
I glanced at Trip to see his reaction. He and Wren had had an argument on the way home from Savannah. He’d told me a little about it before our workout. The short version was that Wren had wanted to have sex with another couple after the wedding. She’d been drunk at the time, and Trip had said no. Wren being Wren, she wasn’t happy that she didn’t get her way.
She was still sulking about it, evidently. I shared Trip’s opinion that she knew she’d been wrong but didn’t want to admit it. I briefly thought about teasing her, but knew better than to poke that bear.
“So,” I asked Christy instead, “why are you in such a good mood?”
“I just am.” She beamed up at me, bright as sunshine. She skipped ahead and turned to walk backward in front of us. “I talked to Siobhan this weekend.”
“Oh?”
“Mmm hmm. She gave me a bunch of pointers.”
“About what?”
“How to teach figure drawing.” She rolled her eyes theatrically. “I showed her your sketches, an—”
“Wait. You did what?”
“I showed her your sketches. I hope you don’t mind. You left your sketchbook in your studio. I sort of borrowed it.”
“Sort of borrowed it?”
“Yeah. She said you have a good eye.” She twirled and fell in beside me again. “She also liked your building idea.”
“Hold on. You took my sketchbook. Just… took it.”
“I put it back.”
“That isn’t the point.”
“Sorry. I hope you don’t mind. You left it sitting out. And you’d already showed it to me, so…” She shrugged, unabashed. “I thought it’d be okay. I mean, it isn’t like I’m trying to steal your ideas. Besides, I thought of something you might add.”
“Wait. What? Slow down. What’re you talking about?”
“I thought of something you might add,” she repeated. “You know, to your model. Of the building. When you build it, that is. I was telling Siobhan about how you came up with the idea. I couldn’t remember all the architecture stuff like canti-whatsits and curtain halls, but—”