“Hey,” Carter said.
Christy was still sitting in my lap, and we couldn’t hide that we’d been having an intimate conversation. I turned and looked at him over my shoulder.
“Sorry,” he said. “Are we interrupting?”
“Not at all,” I lied.
“We can come back. C’mon, hon, let’s go.”
“No, don’t.”
“Please stay,” Christy added. “We were talking about my face cream. If I should change brands or not.”
“Face cream?” I said under my breath. “You really suck at this, don’t you?”
She kept her smile fixed, and her lips never moved as she said, “That’s not all I suck.”
“Good point,” I chuckled. In a louder voice, “We were talking about couple stuff, when we want to get married, that sort of thing.”
“Ah, right,” Carter said.
“Really,” I insisted. “It’s fine. Join us.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” I lied again.
“We’re a little early,” he said as he and Kim approached the table.
“We would’ve called…,” she added automatically.
“But you don’t have a phone in your room,” I said.
“Oh, right.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “The only one we have is in the clubhouse. Besides, we were only talking. Five minutes from now…? Different story.”
“I understand,” Carter chuckled.
“We should go,” Kim told him.
“No. You heard ’em, hon.”
“He’s right,” I added. “Seriously, have a seat.”
They sat, and we chatted about the weather for a couple of minutes, until they relaxed for real.
“I was worried we’d worn out our welcome last night,” Carter said. “Especially after we drank all your wine.”
“We have more,” I said with an expansive gesture toward the clubhouse.
“Well, I feel guilty that we can’t replace it or bring some of our own.”
“Listen,” I said, “this is going to sound really cheesy, but your company is enough.”
Christy nodded emphatically.
“Thank you,” he said. “We did bring one thing, but… I don’t know if it’s something you want.”
“You won’t know till you ask,” I said.
“Well, I’m an avid photographer, and I brought my camera.” He waited for me to frown or object. “Susan said they’re okay as long as we’re discreet—”
“And tasteful,” Kim added.
“Right. And ask permission if anyone’s in the background.”
“Most people don’t mind,” I said, “but she’s right about permission. Nudists aren’t shy in general, but we don’t want the pictures used against us.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” he said.
“Besides, the main camp is for families and kids.” I cleared my throat and added, “There’s no delicate way to say this, but—”
“There are perverts who like that sort of thing,” Carter finished. “That’s what Susan said.” He gestured toward Kim and added, “We’re not like that. Not at all.”
“No, we didn’t think you were. Neither are we, obviously.”
“I might look like a little girl,” Christy added, “especially in some of my cuter outfits, but—”
“No one would ever mistake you for one,” Carter said. “You’re a woman. A small one,” he added with a grin, “but definitely a woman.” We all fell silent, until he blew out a breath and sat back. “Wow, that was easier than I thought.”
“I told you,” Kim said, “Christy and I talked about it. Remember?”
“Right, I remember. But Paul might’ve objected. You don’t, do you?”
“Not on principle,” I said. “She mentioned glamour shots. But… what were you thinking?”
“Tasteful nudes,” he said immediately. Then he glanced at Kim. “Maybe a few risqué shots, but that’s up to the girls. Nothing pornographic.”
“Save that for later.” I grinned. “After we put away the camera.”
He drew breath to say something but then glanced at Kim and thought better of it.
“What do you think?” I asked Christy.
“I think it’d be fun.” She and Kim shared a grin.
“I don’t have model releases or contracts,” Carter said to me, “but we can draw one up.”
I frowned uncertainly. “Why?”
“Well, I know how I’d feel if another man asked to take pictures of Kim. Who’s he going to show them to? What about prints? Can he sell them? License them for publication? And the negatives? Who controls them? That sort of thing.”
“We thought about that too,” I said. “Well, some of it. But—”
“We trust you,” Christy said.
“Thanks,” Carter said, “but I’d still feel better if we put something in writing.”
“Can we have a gentleman’s agreement?” I asked.
“A verbal contract?” He thought about it. “Sure. If you’re okay with that.”
I glanced at Christy, who nodded.
“There’s one more thing,” Carter said to me. It was his turn to glance at Kim. She flushed with excitement. “I want Kim to shave,” he continued, “and… I was hoping Christy might give her a hand.”
I hadn’t been expecting that, and my expression showed it.
He misunderstood. “Sorry. We don’t have to.”
“No, it’s all right,” I said once I managed to corral my eyebrows.
“I can do it myself,” he said. “I don’t mind. But we thought, you know, since Christy has experience? Well, you too,” he added. “But… I thought Kim might be more comfortable if a woman helped.”
Besides, I added to myself, you want her to get used to having a woman between her legs. I get it.
“What do you think?” I said to Christy aloud. The question was entirely for the others’ benefit, but she pretended to consider it.
“I’d… like that,” she said after a moment, although her hesitation didn’t fool anyone. She was practically vibrating with excitement.
“Oh, thank God,” Kim said in relief. “I was afraid I’d have to do it alone. I don’t want to cut myself and ruin things for Carter.”
“Do you wanna do it now?” Christy asked her.
She was a true submissive, and she looked to Carter for the answer.
“If you don’t mind,” he said to me. To her, “Get your bag, hon.”
She flashed a grin, rose, and jogged toward the car. She thought better of it as soon as her breasts started flying without any support. It was an eye-catching sight while it lasted.
She returned at a more sedate pace with a small cosmetic bag, and Christy led her toward our bungalow. Carter watched them go and then gathered the nerve to say something.
“Thanks for being cool. Not just today, but last night too.” He paused and chose his next words carefully. “You know what’s going on here, don’t you? You’re too smart to’ve missed it.”
I nodded.
“Kim really likes you,” he said after another pause. “I do too. And I appreciate that you’ve been dropping hints, to let us know you’re interested. We are too. Obviously.” He paused and then said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m a cautious guy. I want you to fuck my wife—”
I registered shock that he’d said it so plainly, without any lead-up, but he was too preoccupied to notice.
“—but I’m not going to rush into anything.”
I recovered my composure. “Good idea.”
“As long as we both know where we stand,” he added civilly.
“Exactly. But… do you mind if I ask something?”
“No, go ahead.”
“What do you get out of it?”
“You mean, am I hoping to fuck Christy? Sorry to use that language, but—”
“It fits. Besides, you said you want me to fuck Kim.”
“Right. I knew you’d be cool.”
I started to repeat my original question, but he beat me to it with a different one.
“Are you sure you’re only twenty-one?”