“Oh. Then we definitely need to go inside.”
The others stood and began filing up the stairs, but I held Christy in place on my lap.
“Hold on,” I told her in a whisper. Then I glanced at the other girls. “The scenery will be even better inside.”
Christy followed my eyes and let hers linger on Erin before they slid to Leah. She unconsciously moistened her lips, which drew a predictable
reaction from my dick. She twitched in surprise.
“Mmm hmm,” I said softly. “I saw that.”
“Saw what?”
“You moistened your lips.”
“I did not!”
“Of course you didn’t.” I patted her bottom. “Let’s go.”
“Yes, sir.”
My dick sprang up as soon as she stood. It wasn’t ramrod stiff, but hard enough to be obvious as I followed her across the deck and then down to the patio. I nonchalantly grabbed my towel and draped it around my shoulders.
Christy turned, saw my semi-hard shaft, and immediately stepped in front of me to block the others’ view.
“Relax,” I chuckled. “They’ve all seen it before. It’s pretty normal.”
“Not quite,” Mark said. “Mine is normal. Yours is large.”
“Whatever,” I said. “They’re all the same in the dark.”
“Yeah. Leah says most women don’t care about size—”
“We don’t.”
“—but I’d still like to have a bigger one.”
“Nonsense,” Leah said. “I like you just the way you are.”
“Me too,” Erin agreed. “No complaints.”
“Like Paul says about boobs,” Leah said as she headed inside, “we don’t care how big your dick is.”
“All we care is…,” Erin began, and Christy finished, “…can we suck it?”
The three of them laughed like sisters, while Mark and I shared a grin.
I closed the door behind us and followed them into the kitchen. Out of habit Christy wrapped her towel around her body and tucked it between her breasts.
One step at a time, I reminded myself.
“So, Christy,” Leah said, deliberately casual, “it sounds like you love giving head as much as we do.”
She blushed and shot me a glance before she admitted, “It’s my guilty pleasure.”
“Mine too,” Leah said.
“Same here,” Erin added. “I love it.”
“I’m telling you,” Mark said. “Peace in the Middle East. It’s within reach.”
Leah gave him a fond eye-roll before she returned her attention to
Christy. “You know, Erin said you were nice but a little shy when she first met you, but—”
“She wasn’t drinking,” Erin said.
“Sure. I understand.” Leah glanced at me and then said to Christy, “But you’re a whole different person when you do.”
“I’m the same person,” Christy said. “I’m just… not scared.”
“Scared of what?”
She glanced at me and then shrugged.
“She’s scared to let me see how wild she really is.” I put my hands on her bare shoulders and squeezed to reassure her.
“Told you,” Christy said. “He can read my mind.”
“Yeah, he can,” Leah agreed. “If it makes you feel any better, he does a pretty good job reading mine too.”
“I know you both fairly well,” I said. “And I pay attention ’cause I want to make you happy.”
“You do,” Christy said. She smiled back at me and added, “I’m trying really hard to make you happy too.”
“You do.”
“I know you want me to be like this when I haven’t been drinking, but I get all self-conscious.”
“Sounds like the solution is more alcohol,” Mark said. He brandished a spoon and the bottle of Kahlúa.
“None for me,” Leah said.
He glanced at Erin, who nodded.
“None for me either,” I said.
“Mr. Sober,” Christy said. “I’ll drink his.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Of course. You know me. Besides, they’re yummy. I’m even getting used to the coffee part.”
“That’s ’cause your tongue is numb from all the alcohol,” I laughed.
“It works just fine for other things,” she shot back.
The girls and Mark erupted with laughter.
“I guess you told me,” I said with a grin.
“And don’t you forget it, mister!”
I reached past her to slap the counter. “Bartender! More shots.”
Mark winked at Christy before he bent to his task.
She turned and offered her lips. I kissed her and things heated up quickly.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, so I lifted her into the air and let her feet dangle until we finally came up for air.
“Get a room,” Erin teased.
Christy buried her face in the hollow of my neck.
“You’re okay,” I said gently.
She nodded, so I set her on her feet again.
“But you’re a little overdressed. Here, let me fix that for you.” I reached out and touched the towel between her breasts. I met her eyes and waited.
She swallowed once but then gave a small nod.
I tugged the corner and caught the towel when it fell away from her body.
She shivered as the cool air rushed over her, and her nipples visibly tightened. I grinned and draped the damp terrycloth around her shoulders before I turned her to face the others. She jumped in surprise when my semi-hard cock pressed into the cleft of her ass.
“I don’t know why you’d want to hide your body,” Leah said to her.
“You’re very pretty.”
“Thank you.”
“Habit,” I said.
“Well, don’t worry,” Leah said, “we don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I… I don’t mind,” Christy said. “I’m sort of used to girls seeing me.”
“Swim team,” I explained over her head.
“But it’s still a bit weird not to cover up automatically.”
“It gets easier the more you do it,” Erin said. She grinned at me. “Like anything else.”
My eyebrows shot up and Erin smirked. She was a lot drunker than I realized. We all were, which reinforced my decision not to drink another shot. After all, I knew my limits when it came to Christy. The more she drank, the less inhibited she became. The less inhibited she became, the more she wanted to go all the way, to hell with how she’d feel when she was sober.
And I wouldn’t argue if I were drunk too.
Mark finished the shots. They were a muddled mess, without the neat layers from before, but he was too drunk to care. He kept two for himself and slid the rest to Erin, Christy, and me. I pushed mine toward Christy.
“You sure?” Mark said.
“I’m sure. She can have it. She has a higher tolerance anyway.”
“We’re Irish Catholic,” she explained. “We start drinking at First
Communion and don’t stop till Last Rites.”
“What should we toast to?” Mark asked.
“Fellatio,” Christy said, and the other girls laughed.
“To fellatio,” Mark said as he raised his glass. He couldn’t think of anything witty, so he just said, “Cheers!”
“Sláinte.” Christy drained her shot and shuddered as the alcohol went down. Then she reached for the second one and downed it as well.
“Hey, Erin,” Mark asked, “where’d you put the rest of the coolers?”
“Oh! They’re in the fridge. Sorry.”
“Just a Coke for me,” I said.
“Mr. Sensible,” Christy said placidly.
“Four coolers an’ a Coke, coming up,” Mark said.
We took our drinks into the living room. Erin and Leah folded their towels and set them on the floor.
“See?” I said to Christy. “Just about the most massively useful thing any nudist can carry.”
She folded her own towel and sat Japanese-style, while I sank to mine and sat cross-legged. Erin was trying to tease me, so she sat like I did. Her dark blonde bush hid most of the details, but her labia spread to reveal the hood of her clit and her inner lips. She grinned when she saw me look. I returned it with a brotherly glare and a warning to behave.