“Your timing’s perfect,” Mark said as he slouched into his seat and picked up his drink. “We’ve been sniping at each other.”
“Mostly me,” Christy said.
“Nah,” Trip said, “you’re fine. You kept everyone in line. It was them, Wren and Paul.”
My cheeks warmed, and Wren shot me a guilty glance.
Still friends? I asked with an eyebrow.
She smiled and nodded. Always.
“It was all of us,” Mark said aloud, and everyone agreed. “We’ve had a crazy week,” he added. “I don’t think we’ve fully recovered.”
“Ours was pretty crazy too,” Trip said.
“You know what we need…?” Mark ventured.
Christy imitated him perfectly, “To get your dick sucked?”
“Ha! Good one.”
Leah teased him, “You mean you don’t want us to suck your dick?”
“Whoa,” I said, “speak for yourself.”
Wren rolled her eyes, but it was fond instead of abrasive.
Christy patted my hand. “I’ll take care of you if they don’t.”
“Oh, my love,” Wren sighed, “you’re too good for him.”
“Hey, hey,” Mark said coolly, “let’s not get started again. I meant we need more alcohol.”
“Hear, hear,” Trip said. He rattled the ice in his empty cup.
“And maybe a concert,” Mark added. “Whaddya say? Trip? Christy? You guys’re amazing.”
“Sure,” Trip said, “I’m up for it.”
“I’d love to,” Christy agreed.
“All right, then.” Mark lifted the pitcher and filled cups for Leah and Erin. “Let’s chill out. We’ll get to the dick-sucking and pussy-eating when we’re good and ready.”
* * *
Christy and Trip put on a short concert and then Wren brought out some heavier hors d’oeuvres for dinner. Trip refilled his Jack Daniel’s, while Mark made another pitcher of extra-strong Alabama Slammers. I was a lightweight and switched to wine coolers, but no one gave me a hard time about it.
Not surprisingly, the music, food, and alcohol improved everyone’s mood, and we were laughing and telling stories by the time the trees reached up to embrace the sun. Even the breeze did its part. It soughed quietly through the forest and carried the fragrant scent of gardenia.
“Ladies,” Leah said at last, “I believe we’re ready.”
“God, yes,” Erin agreed. “I totally need a dick to suck.”
“What about you?” I said to Christy.
“Oh my gosh, yes, please.”
“She’s always ready,” Brooke said.
“So’re you, Miss Dirty Knees.”
Mark leaned to the side and made a show of examining them. “Her knees aren’t dirty. They’re pink and kinda cute.”
“So’s the rest of her,” Trip agreed.
“Oh, brother,” Wren said. “Let’s get this party started already!”
“Come on,” Leah said to Erin, “we left the stuff in our living room. We’ll be right back,” she said to the rest of us.
“Should we get the guys ready?” Christy asked.
“Sure!” Leah glanced at Mark. Something passed between them again, and she smirked. “Hey, Brooke… do you mind filling in for me?”
“What? Oh, sure, I guess.”
Mark feigned a moment of dizziness.
“What’s the matter?” Brooke said in mild alarm.
He grinned and steadied himself. “Sorry, all the blood just left my head.”
“Correction,” I laughed, “it left your big head.”
“Huh, I think he’s right.” Mark pushed back from the table, and Brooke’s eyes widened at the sight of his erection.
“Seriously?” she said. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” he agreed with a grin. “You have that effect…”
She blushed and smiled shyly from under coppery lashes.
“He’s all yours,” Leah said. She and Erin headed for the bungalow.
“C’mon, Little Bit,” I said to Christy, “let’s get this party started.” I took her hand and led her around the pool. We waded down the steps and along the wall, far enough to give the others room. Then I hopped to the concrete edge. It was still warm from the sun, and it soaked up the water that ran from my legs. Christy put her hands on my knees and eyed my dick.
“Mmm, my two favorite flavors, penis and chlorine.”
“Yes, please.” I guided her toward my burgeoning erection, and she began kissing the underside.
Brooke and Mark stopped beside us, but he didn’t hop up. He turned and kissed Brooke instead. She moaned and leaned into him, so he cupped her ass and pulled her closer. All of a sudden she pushed him back. He was a couple of inches taller and thirty pounds heavier, but he was a lover, not a fighter.
He laughed. “Gotta love a woman who knows what she wants.”
“Mmm, and I want your dick.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He turned, vaulted onto the side, and shot me a grin. Then he closed his eyes and groaned as Brooke engulfed his hard-on and began sucking. “Oh, God, that’s what I was talking about.”
Trip hopped up a few feet away, close to the steps.
“Sorry,” Wren said to him, “but you’ll have to make do with me.”
“Babe, you’re the best.”
“Liar.” She eyed him. “How much’ve you had to drink?”
“I’m fine,” he said. “Besides, it’s true.”
I leaned forward and looked at them. “Less talking, more sucking.”
“That’s your answer for everything,” Wren shot back.
“Duh. Besides, I’m sure you’ll say the same thing later. ‘Less talking, more licking.’”
“Probably,” she laughed. She watched Brooke and Christy for a moment. They were both enjoying themselves, and Wren shrugged. “When in Rome…”
“I’ll return the favor,” Trip said.
“I’m counting on it.”
We all fell silent, except for occasional sighs of enjoyment from Christy and Brooke.
“That looks like fun,” Leah said when they returned. “Come on, Er, let’s put these on. I’ll start with Trip. You do Paul.”
Something in her tone made me look up, but I couldn’t catch her eye before Erin drew my attention to the right. She knelt beside me and held up the remains of an old green T-shirt, which Leah had cut up and folded into a blindfold. The logo had faded over time and washings, but the script was still legible, Mountain Dew.
I sang, “Gimme my good friends, gimme a Dew.”
Erin gave me a quizzical look instead.
“The song? From the commercial?” I laughed at another memory. “And the one from when we were kids? The hillbilly? ‘Mountain Dew’ll tickle your innards…’”
Christy stopped sucking. “’Cause there’s a bang in every bottle! Oh my gosh, yes!”
“You’re such a dork,” Erin laughed. “Both of you.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“Sorry, can’t talk now,” Christy said. “Need to tickle my tonsils.”
Erin smiled fondly and held up the blindfold. “Ready?”
“Go for it,” I said.
She covered my eyes with the soft fabric. Then she pitched her voice low and spoke in my ear, “Sorry about earlier.”
“It’s cool.”
“I was annoyed at Wren. I’m sure you know why.”
The pieces suddenly fell into place. “Ah! Okay. Right.”
“I wanted to…” Erin sighed and began tying the blindfold in place. Then she leaned close again and whispered, “You know what I wanted to do.”
I didn’t trust myself to speak, but the little head (and Christy) did it for me. My dick swelled in her mouth, and she moaned around it.
Erin chuckled, low and throaty. “Maybe we’ll tag-team you. One day…”
“I’d like that.”
“Mmm, me too.” She kissed my ear. Then she nipped the lobe with her teeth.
I hissed in surprise, and Christy stopped sucking. She stroked me instead.
“I like her,” Erin said in my ear, and I realized they were probably looking at one another. “She’s perfect. She’s like us, isn’t she?”