I held Brooke’s hips and didn’t move. I breathed deep through my nose and tried to ignore the rising tide of pleasure. Then Christy started licking my balls instead of Brooke’s clit. My whole body seemed to swell, until I arched my back and cried out. Waves of ecstasy surged through my dick and spread outward. I closed my eyes and gave in.
When I opened them again, my senses flickered to life one at a time. The stars snapped into place and the surf hiss-boomed in the distance. The salt tang of the ocean filled my nostrils, and I tasted a lingering buttery sweetness from the wine. Brooke’s hips felt solid in my hands, her skin warm against mine.
I caught my breath and waited for my senses to stop overloading my brain. Then I sat back, and Christy squeaked in surprise. Pearly drops glistened on her forehead, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I’d shot so much semen that it had leaked from Brooke’s pussy when I’d pulled out. Christy recovered quickly and began licking our combined juices.
I swallowed to moisten my mouth and then found my wineglass. It had fallen over and spilled onto the blanket. I dusted off a few grains of sand and refilled it. Then I watched the girls for several minutes, until Brooke cried out softly and held Christy’s hips.
She eventually relaxed and caught her breath. Then she swung her leg over Christy’s head, although Christy sat up before she could move between her legs.
“What’s the matter?” Brooke asked.
“Nothing. I just want a drink before we keep going. But I’m fine. For now, I mean.”
“Don’t you want me to—?”
“I’m fine. I… um… took care of things this morning.” She glanced at me and blushed. “Maybe a couple of times.”
My eyebrows rose with amusement.
“I’m still in the mood,” Christy continued quickly. “Only, I want to let it build up. I know that doesn’t make sense, but—”
“She wants to simmer for a while,” I said.
“Exactly!”
“Oh, okay,” Brooke said. “I thought you didn’t want me to. Like, at all.” She glanced at me. “You know, since Paul’s here.”
“Oh my gosh, no! Besides, he doesn’t do it like you do. Sorry, you don’t,” she said to me. “Don’t get me wrong, I love when you do, but…” She shrugged. “You aren’t like Brooke.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “Everyone eats pussy better than I do. I think there are straight women and high school boys who do it better.”
Christy rolled her eyes. “You aren’t that bad.”
“You aren’t,” Brooke agreed. “But you aren’t as familiar with the equipment as we are.”
I changed the subject with the wine bottle. “Who’s ready for more?”
“Me, please.” “I am.”
I refilled their glasses and we sipped in silence.
“I’m glad I came tonight,” Brooke said. “I’m sorry I started to chicken out.”
“You’re here now,” I said.
“And that’s all that matters,” Christy finished.
“Thanks, but… I’ve been thinking, about this camp of yours.”
“What about it?” I asked.
“I know I said I’d come, but… I’m having second thoughts. Is it a bunch of old people and weirdos? I don’t wanna go if guys’re just going to stare at me.”
“It isn’t like that at all,” I laughed. “The main camp is for couples and families. Most are older, my parents’ age or retirees, but there are younger ones too, in their twenties or early thirties. Everyone’s really cool, though. No one stares.”
“They don’t,” Christy agreed. “It’s a rule or something.”
I nodded. “Besides, we’ll be staying in the new part of the camp. It’s only for swingers.”
“Are there really that many?” Brooke asked.
“Yes and no. Maybe five or six couples at any given time. But we tend to hang out together, so it seems like more.”
“The new camp is just for us,” Christy added. “Paul and Trip are working on it. It won’t even be officially open until next year.”
“Who’s ‘us’?”
“At first just Paul and me. Then Wren and Trip. Erin, Leah, and Mark are supposed to be there later this summer. They’re in Europe now. Erin and Leah, I mean. Mark’s in… Seattle?”
I nodded.
“So it’s a small group,” Christy finished. “And everyone’s our age.”
“What’re they like?” Brooke asked.
Christy described Wren and Trip in glowing terms. I was a bit surprised, especially about him, but it made sense. She was trying to convince Brooke, not scare her off. I nodded along as she described Erin, Leah, and Mark.
“So… what?” Brooke said. “Is it, like, sex all the time?”
“No,” I laughed. “Trip and I have to work. During the day, at least. We’ll have nights and weekends to do what we want, though.”
“What about us?”
“You girls are basically on vacation. So you can relax by the pool, read a book, play games, whatever.”
Christy nodded enthusiastically.
“Sounds pretty normal,” Brooke said.
“It is. But we’re still swingers, so…”
“We can do whatever we want,” Christy said.
“Whenever you want,” Brooke finished with a nod.
Christy baited the hook. “So… you could do it with a couple of guys. At the same time.”
Brooke swallowed hard.
“And when Mark gets there… three guys.”
“Three…?”
“Mmm hmm. Three guys, all at once.”
“All at once…?”
“Three mouths, three sets of fingers, three dicks,” Christy said in a low voice, “all for you.”
“Oh, Chris… I never should’ve told you.”
“Why? I told you all my fantasies.”
“Yeah, but now you’re using mine against me.”
“Mmm, I know. So you’ll come?”
“God help me… yes.”
Chapter 32
Christy and I flew from San Diego to Atlanta and then drove to Knoxville instead of camp. We’d forgotten a certain suitcase, the one with our sex toys. I didn’t think it was a big deal—not enough to drive three hours for—but Christy made it clear that I was wrong. Worse, I complained about it and then had to eat my words when we discovered other things we’d forgotten. Most of them were minor, but one would’ve been a problem—I’d left the house thermostat set to cool.
“I had a checklist and everything,” I berated myself. “I went over it before we left.”
Christy thought back and then avoided my eyes.
“Hold on,” I said, “I did, didn’t I?”
“Maybe you wanted to, but I… um… might’ve… distracted you. A little.”
“Oh, that’s right,” I laughed. “You did!”
“Sorry?”
“It’s all right. And it’s a good thing you made a stink about the suitcase—”
“I did not ‘make a stink’!”
“Fair enough. You were pretty insistent, though.”
“So? I wanted our toys. I have plans.”
“Well, it’s a good thing we came home first. The bathroom light and basement door weren’t a big deal, but the A/C was. Unfortunately, now I’m wondering what else I missed.”
“Why don’t we just ask Sayuri?” Christy said. “To keep an eye on the house, I mean.”
“Do you think she’d mind?”
“Of course not. I’ll go ask her.”
“Hold on a sec.” I glanced at my watch and counted forward. “You know it’ll be late when we get to camp. We might as well spend the night here. I mean, we have the house to ourselves,” I hinted.
“Uh-uh, no way. You have to say it. That’s what you’re always telling me, Mr. Good for the Goose.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Talk to Sayuri and then hurry back. We’ll get something to eat first. Maybe Chinese?”
“Yum!”
“And then I have plans for you.”
“Nefarious plans?”
“Naughty ones.”
“Ooh, even better.”
* * *
I swallowed to moisten my mouth and then waited for my eyes to focus. My heart rate and breathing would take a minute before they returned to normal, so I pushed myself upright. The ache in my hand reminded me that I needed to avoid putting too much weight on it.