“So?” Lily said. “Have you ever known a guy who didn’t like them?”
“Well, no.”
“Paul does. Don’t you?”
“I love ’em!”
“See? It’s unanimous,” Lily said. She shot me a grin over Christy’s head and started chanting, “Show your tits! Show your tits!”
I joined in, and Christy blinked in surprise at the stereo assault.
“Oh my gosh, stop! Okay, I’ll show you.” She shrugged out of her shirt and then opened the front catch on her bra. “There. Are you happy?”
“Uh-huh,” Lily said. “What about you, Paul?”
“Are you kidding? I have the sexiest girlfriend—”
“With the smallest chest,” she mumbled.
“No, don’t say that,” Lily told her. “They’re really cute and perky.”
“You know what I think,” I said.
“What’s that?” Lily asked.
“You tell her,” I told Christy.
She parroted, “Big or small, round or flat, perky or saggy. The only thing he cares about is can he touch ’em?”
“Ooh,” Lily said, “can I touch ’em?”
“Good answer!” I said. “But hold that thought.” I parked next to the cabin, killed the engine, and clicked the latch on my seatbelt. “Listen,” I said to Christy, “you’re the sexiest, prettiest, most amazing girl I’ve ever met. No offense to Lily,” I continued, “but I wouldn’t trade a dozen of her for one of you.”
“Not even two dozen,” Lily agreed.
“That’s a lot of Lily,” Christy said feebly.
“Way too much for anyone,” Lily said. Then she surprised me with her insight. Again. “I’m like a day in Gatlinburg—ice cream for lunch and flapjacks for supper, but you can’t do it all the time. Besides,” she added, “I’ve seen the way Paul treats you. He’s having fun with me, but he loves you.”
“He does,” Christy agreed.
“And that’s what so cool about you. We can have fun, but it doesn’t have to be too serious. I’m not going to break you up or anything. I just wanna party and get drunk and maybe get laid occasionally. What’s the matter with that?”
“Nothing,” I said, although I had to hide my amusement at how she’d turned things around and made them about her.
“See?” she said to Christy. Then she grinned. “Now… can I touch ’em?”
Christy relaxed and nodded, although she squeaked in surprise when Lily practically attacked her.
“They’re so soft,” Lily said as she fondled them. “No wonder Paul wants to touch ’em all the time. Mmm, but I like this better.” She surprised Christy again when she kissed her.
The girls made out for a minute before I cleared my throat.
“C’mon,” I said. “Let’s head inside and get this party started for real.”
“Let’s do it,” Lily agreed wholeheartedly. She opened her door and hopped to the ground.
Christy slid toward me as I opened my own door. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “For everything.”
I lifted her out and set her on the ground.
“I’m sorry I get scared,” she added. “I’m just so scrawny compared to her. But you know exactly what to say, what to do.”
“It’s because I love you.”
“I know. Thank you. I love you too. And I’ll relax once I have a drink.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. And… you know what else relaxes me?”
“Hmm, lemme think.”
She rolled her eyes but then hugged me tight around the middle.
Lily watched us over the hood of the Cruiser.
“Come on, Little Bit,” I said softly. “Let’s get some alcohol in you. Then we’ll talk about the other thing.”
“Yes, please.”
Lily relaxed when she saw that Christy was okay. Then she jogged up the porch stairs, and my eyes tried to short-circuit my brain. Her bouncing breasts were only part of the spectacle. She was wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes, so her round ass and firm thighs looked just as good.
“For the record,” Christy said in a low voice over her shoulder, “I can’t compete with that either.”
“You don’t have to,” I said. “But if you did, you’d win.”
She wasn’t convinced.
“Ice cream and flapjacks,” I reminded her. “You’re a lifetime supply of anything I want.”
“Almost anything.”
“Okay, a lifetime supply of everything I want. Better?”
“Much. Thank you.” She flung her arms around my neck, and her bra whipped around and almost caught her in the face. We shared a wide-eyed look, but then she laughed and tilted her face up for a kiss. I picked her up, and she automatically wrapped her legs around my waist as the kiss deepened.
We eventually came up for air and remembered that Lily was waiting for us. I looked up at her, while Christy rested her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck.
“Never mind us,” I joked.
“No, I think it’s cool,” Lily said.
I climbed the stairs and set Christy on her feet.
“Sorry,” she said to Lily.
“Why? ’Cause you love your boyfriend? That’s a good thing.”
“Exactly,” I agreed. “Now, inside. Both of you.”
The girls tossed their shirts and bras on the couch, while I headed straight for the kitchen.
“Who’s ready for shots?”
“Oh my gosh, yes.” “Me!”
I pulled fresh cups off the stack and poured the rum. I slid two of them across the counter and raised my own.
“Cheers.”
The girls echoed the toast and drank. Christy relaxed almost immediately, although it was psychological more than physical.
I poured another round. “Bottoms up.”
We drank again.
“Speaking of bottoms,” I added, “let’s see ’em, ladies.”
“Yes, sir!” Lily said playfully.
Christy unbuttoned her shorts, while Lily turned toward the couch and kicked off her shoes. Then she unbuttoned her cutoffs and bent forward to slide them and her panties over her ass. A professional stripper couldn’t have held my attention better.
I glanced at Christy and raised an eyebrow.
Be nice, she said with a look. Yes, she’s a showoff, but she wants to have sex with you.
With us, I reminded her.
She nodded and finished removing her own shorts and panties.
Lily turned, and my eyes immediately went to her gravity-defying breasts. She gave them a little shake for my benefit.
“What about you?” she said.
“What about me?” I teased.
“Are you going to take off yours too?”
“Yeah, you promised,” Christy added.
Lily started chanting, “Show your dick! Show your dick!”
Christy joined in immediately.
I stripped in record time, and the girls’ chants turned into laughter.
“Much better,” Christy said.
“Thanks. Now, do we want another shot? Or switch to rum and Coke?”
“Switch.” “Shots.”
They looked at each other and started laughing again.
“Another shot,” I decided, “then we switch.” I refilled our cups and we drank.
Lily shivered as the third shot went down. Christy finished hers with a suggestive look.
“In a minute,” I chuckled.
“In a minute what?” Lily asked.
“You’ll see.”
“Oh. Okay. Do we wanna play a drinking game?”
I started mixing the drinks.
“Truth or Dare? Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“Or…,” I suggested, “we can just start making out.”
“Yes, please,” Christy said.
“You don’t wanna play a game?” Lily asked her.
She shook her head.
“Why not?”
“The games were mostly for Will’s benefit,” I explained.
“Oh, yeah. I guess you’re right.”
“And since he isn’t here…” I shrugged. “I mean, we all know where this is going.”
“I sure hope so,” she agreed.
I chuckled at her enthusiasm. “This isn’t gonna be like last night.”
“Christy told me why you didn’t wanna do it.”