The home of Jason’s parents was near the crest of a sloping, eucalyptus-bordered drive. It was constructed of heavy wood, with lots of glass and a flag-stone facade, with a yard of bottlebrush and joshua trees. The heady scent of Burmese honeysuckle which grew abundantly over the arbored porch filled the warm, balmy air as Eddie stopped in the driveway. No sooner had he stopped the engine than Jason walked around the rear of the house on a crushed shell path, and he was wearing a pair of tight yellow trunks, his large, hefty body glistening with a recent application of sun-tan oil.
Looking at Jason, Tamera felt a small, reflexive shudder as she thought of him naked and aroused, as he had been last night, and the way he’d fucked her girl-friend on the couch beside them. She watched him as he approached the car, the strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, the hard, bas-relief outline of his cock straining the thin material of the trunks. She averted her eyes, embarrassed slightly.
“Hey, good of you two to come,” Jason said, smiling. “Come on around to the pool.”
“Where’s Nancy?” Tamera asked as she walked beside Eddie.
“She wasn’t sure she could make it, today,” Jason said. “Something about helping her mother around the house.” He grinned at Tamera. “Just us three for awhile. Think you’re girl enough for two boys?”
“Only for one,” she said quickly, hugging Eddie’s arm. “I’m saving all my loving for Eddie.” But Jason’s casual words had chilled her slightly, and she wished that Nancy had been here, or that she would soon be along.
Around the path, there was a large patio fronting a green-tiled, square-shaped swimming pool with clear, still water. Three tall trees shaded it and the patio, and the back yard was enclosed with tall fencing, blocking any neighbor’s view of the yard. The patio contained several chairs and chaise lounges, and two white tables with barber-striped beach umbrellas over them.
“Now, why don’t you two change, or at least get down to whatever you’re planning to swim in,” Jason said, “and I’ll stir up some beer.” He indicated an archway leading into the interior of the house proper. “Tamera, if you feel prudish, there’s the guest room in there. What about you, Eddie?”
“Here’s as good as anywhere,” Eddie said, and he unbuckled his pants, sliding them down casually over his legs and feet. Tamera went into the house, finding the guest room and the bath, feeling that prudish or no, she just couldn’t strip down out there in front of them, and last night be damned. She undressed, folding her clothes carefully, and looked down at her ready-made two-piece bathing suit. It fit her snugly, accentuating the firm, generous hills and valleys of her tanned young body, and she felt painfully vulnerable—as if somehow this was more wanton than being naked and fucking while it had been dark last night. But she decided that it wouldn’t be right to constantly worry about being partially undressed and taking a deep breath, she returned to the patio.
Jason looked at her with critical appreciation, at her smooth, taut stomach and fine high breasts that were barely concealed in the narrow strip of her brassiere cups, and at the bottom section, her white, thin panties outlining her tight, slightly protruding pubic mound, revealing her full, rich thighs and tucking under her buttocks, leaving the brown curve of her hips almost totally nude. He emitted a long, low, wolf whistle. “Well aren’t you something, baby!”
She blushed under his frank examination. “Th-thank you, Jason,” she replied in a flattering tone. “So’s Nancy in a suit like this, you know.”
“I know,” he leered suggestively. “But I’ve already tried her on for size.”
“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Can I pick them, or can I pick them?”
“You certainly can pick ’em, man!” Jason agreed ardently, the undeniable tone of his interest painfully apparent to Tamera. “Here’s a beer for you, baby,” he said, handing her a frosty bottle. “And one for you, Eddie.” He laughed and sat down in one of the webbed chairs. “Drink hearty, for there’s plenty more where that came from. Your refrigerator was out of beer, Eddie, but mine isn’t!”
Tamera tasted hers responsively. The beer was tart and refreshing, and she found that it really hit the spot, with the sun beating down as it was. They grouped around the table in their chairs and talked, Tamera still ill at ease, the boys mainly discussing cars and other girls between themselves. Eddie winked at Tamera a few times, and Jason got up to get another round of beer. The beer began to take its toll—Tamera hadn’t even had breakfast—and she experienced a general loosening of her body, the tenseness leaving her and relaxation setting in. Some of her mental caution disappeared, and slowly she found herself entering in more with the talking and joking. She finished her third bottle, and Jason quickly handed her another.
She giggled, looking at Eddie as she thanked Jason, and she saw that her boy-friend’s face was slightly flushed, and she figured that he, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the beer. But she didn’t care, for she was now enjoying herself, feeling giddy and light-hearted, almost carefree. Tamera was no longer sorry about coming, not in the slightest, and Jason wasn’t half as bad as she’d thought he’d been acting toward her, and Eddie was still handsome, urbane, and she liked him more and more.
Jason wiped a hand across his perspiring forehead. “Whew! It’s getting hotter, or is it just me?”
Eddie grinned. “A little of both. Why don’t we go for a swim?”
“Good idea…” Jason stood, stretching, waited for Tamera and Eddie—and then the three of them ran squealing and laughing to the pool and tumbled in, creating one large splash. They dove and swam, splashing water at one another and ducking heads, howling and giggling, and generally carrying on like water-rats. The day passed quickly, a combination of drinking, swimming, and sunning on the tile rim, and whatever thought Tamera might have had about the prudence of being in water-soaked, almost transparent panties and bra was forgotten. She even liked being so daring, and consciously strutted, pushing her breasts forward, knowing that her nipples could be seen through the material, and that her vaginal lips were contoured provocatively. Eddie’s shorts kept slipping, and a couple of times, she’d caught glimpses of his pubic hair, and his penis and testicles were exposed blatantly in the material, making her tingle with sexual excitement and desire…
Finally the evening came, and a cooling breeze started somewhere, wafting over the patio and pool. They had one last beer, and then Jason said: “Well, what say we move the party indoors for something to eat and leave the doors open.”
“All right,” Eddie said. He rubbed his arms.
“I’ve got a few goosebumps after all that water and hot sun.”
Tamera looked at herself critically. “Gee, I’m still soaking wet. I shouldn’t go in the house, make marks on your rugs and things. Besides, I can’t go home like this.”
“Well, go take them off,” Eddie said.
“Eddie!”
Jason laughed. “He means use the guest room, Tamera, right?”
“Sure. Jason can give you a towel or something, and a few minutes out here will dry your bra and panties, and then you can dress. How’s that?”
Tamera cocked her eyebrow. “Walk around in a towel?”
“I’ll bring you a washcloth, if you prefer.” Jason said.
“No thanks,” she giggled. “I’ll take the biggest towel you’ve got.”
“Tamera,” Jason said, “You’d be surprised how big a one I’ve got.” It was all in fun, this teasing, yet at the same time Tamera felt a certain sensation of excitement surge through her at the thought of parading around in front of Eddie and her girlfriend’s boyfriend in a skimpy towel. She sensed her face flushing and when Jason brought her a large, fluffy beach towel from a hall closet, she took it quickly and hurried to the guest room.