He asked her a silent question, which she answered with a glance at me. He nodded once and took charge.
“Christy, will you grab some cups and ice? Brooke, help me with the bottles and towels?”
“Sure!” “Yeah, okay.”
Wren waited until they’d left. “That was very nice of you.”
“I really do need to work,” I said.
“I know. But you could’ve asked him to help.”
“I did.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah.”
She moved close and looked up at me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“Trip told me what happened. With the backhoe. He feels really bad about it.”
“We worked it out,” I said neutrally.
“I know. Still, he feels guilty.”
“Tell him to get over it.”
She nodded and then glanced at them through the windows. She turned thoughtful.
“I like her,” she said after a moment. “And forget what I said before. She definitely wants to try swinging.”
I nodded.
“She hasn’t gotten used to the idea that she can ask for it, though.” Wren thought of something and laughed. “That’s one of the things I like about Susan and your mom. They don’t depend on men to tell them what they can or can’t do. And your dad’s totally cool about it.”
“Well,” I said, “he also has… girlfriends… on the side. That isn’t the right word, but you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, but all men do that.” She was surprisingly nonchalant about it. “I just think it’s cool that women can do the same. Brooke hasn’t figured that out. She will, though. She’s smart. And… I see why Christy likes her.”
My eyebrows betrayed me.
“Oh, please,” Wren said. “I’m not stupid. And… I don’t have any illusions. Not about Christy. I guess I’ve known all along. She’s a free spirit.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. She doesn’t want to be tied to one person. Maybe to you, but that’s her religious upbringing more than anything. The rest of us have to share.”
I nodded.
“Like you said, sex with women isn’t sex to her.” Wren’s eyes grew distant, and she turned introspective. “I know she doesn’t love me like she does you. I… should probably be upset, but I’m just so happy that she does love me. The rest doesn’t matter. Is that weird?”
“Not really.”
“Sometimes I think maybe I’m like my mother after all.” She snorted a soft laugh. “What do you think? Am I a lesbian?”
“I think you’re a person.”
She considered it and then agreed. “It isn’t black and white.”
“Nope. Sexuality is a continuum.”
“Christy’s right,” she laughed. “You never use a small word when a big one will do.” She smiled to take the sting out of it. “But you’re right. It’s a good word. I think I’m closer to the lesbian end of things. Emotionally, at least. I’d want a woman if I could only have one person. I’d want Christy. Duh. But I’m not a real lesbian. Not physically. I like dick too much.”
“Good thing you’re a swinger,” I said.
“Thank God!”
We shared a smile. Then she stood on tiptoe for a kiss, friendly and affectionate, but with a touch of playful.
“I won’t distract you,” she said. “You need to work.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“You need to eat, too. She said you didn’t eat lunch, and you barely touched your dinner.”
“I wasn’t hungry. Sorry,” I repeated.
“That’s okay. But I’ll make you a sandwich, for when your appetite returns. Grilled cheese okay?”
“Sounds perfect.”
I slid onto my drafting stool, and Wren went to work in the kitchen. She returned fifteen minutes later with more than just a simple sandwich.
“Have to take care of my Sue,” she said.
“I can still hear the difference.”
“Mmm.” She set a plate, napkin, and glass of Coke on the nearest table, which she scooted closer. “Sourdough and Gruyère with a touch of Dijon mustard,” she said. “Sliced tomatoes for acid, potato chips for salt and crunch. Obviously.”
“Simple ingredients,” I said with a smile, “but you make them special.”
“I love what I do. And who I do it for.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t work too long.”
I smiled and watched her go before I turned my attention to the drawings. They weren’t going to finish themselves, after all.
* * *
I was still working a couple of hours later when the clubhouse door flew open. Christy and Brooke didn’t look drunk, but they were definitely tipsy, and horny came in the same bottle.
“We need you,” Christy said.
“Your dick,” Brooke added superfluously.
“Now, please.”
I scanned the half-finished site plan and started to organize my tools for the night. The girls weren’t in the mood to wait even that long. They weren’t in the mood for subtlety, either. They skirted the dining tables and practically attacked me. Christy grasped my limp penis and began massaging it. Brooke moved to my side, and I slid an arm around her waist. Her skin was warm and smooth and soft.
Christy tilted her face up for a kiss before she sank to her knees. Brooke leaned in. She tasted like bourbon. Her tongue found mine, and her full breast pressed into my side. The kiss heated up, and she moaned into my mouth when I cupped her ass.
“We couldn’t wait any longer,” she panted.
Christy hummed agreement and closed her lips around my semi-hard cock. Then she did a pretty good impression of a sword-swallower.
Out on the patio, Wren stood and caught my eye through the window. She grinned. Then she said something to Trip, who rose and put his arm around her. Brooke followed my eyes. She rested her head on my shoulder and slid her arms around me, possessive and slightly uncertain at the same time.
Trip grinned and said something to Wren, who nodded. They both waved goodbye. Then they walked arm in arm toward their bungalow and out of sight. Brooke nuzzled my neck and relaxed with a sigh.
“That’s a good idea,” I said. “Let’s go to bed.”
“We thought you’d never ask. Li’l Miss Horny wanted to come get you an hour ago.”
“Well, then,” I chuckled, “I shouldn’t keep her waiting.”
“Been waiting,” Christy said around my erection. “Gave up.”
“Come on, Little Bit, let’s go to bed,” I repeated. “You can ride my cock while Brooke rides my face.”
“Uh-uh. Need to suck.”
“She needs to suck,” Brooke said matter-of-factly.
“And what do you need?”
She kissed me, long and deep and full of heat. Her eyes were slightly glazed when she pulled back.
“Good?” I said wryly.
She grinned. “Very.”
I tossed my chin toward the bungalow. “Come on. I’ve been sitting on this stool too long. We have a nice comfy bed.”
“Where you can tie us up,” Brooke said.
“And spank us,” Christy agreed.
“And do other naughty things.”
* * *
Trip and I returned to the cabins the next morning. The Bobcat made life much easier, and neither of us tried to kill the other. We finished early so he could drive the truck to the dump, while I moved the backhoe to the next cabin and set to work demolishing it.
The heat wave hadn’t let up, which forced us into the clubhouse for dinner again. I still had plenty of work to do afterward, so I kicked everyone out and settled behind my drafting table.
An hour later Christy made an excuse to come get more ice. Then she appeared and plucked another bottle of bourbon from our makeshift liquor cabinet. She really wanted to check on me, but it also served to remind me that she and Brooke were waiting.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I told her the second time. “I promise. I just need to finish this plan.”
“Okay, but don’t start another. I know how you are.”
I nodded and leaned over for a kiss.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too. Don’t start without me.”
“We won’t.” She smiled and left.