“Women,” I corrected. “Don’t forget Brooke.”
“You just had to rub it in, didn’t you?”
* * *
I spent all day Wednesday working on site plans and other last-minute drawings. I even worked through dinner, although I finished early enough to join the others in the pool for a while. Christy and Brooke understood that I was worn out, but they were drinking, which meant they were horny too. Fortunately, they were relaxed about it and waited until we went to bed.
“You can watch,” Christy said.
“Your own personal porn,” Brooke agreed.
The little head was content to relax for a while, but then he wanted to join the fun. He convinced the big head, and the rest of me didn’t put up much of a fight. I’d been sitting on my drafting stool all day, and I needed the physical release as much as the workout. So the girls and I enjoyed ourselves until almost midnight.
“Oh my gosh, that was exactly what we needed.” Christy stretched with one of her little squeaks. She followed with a deep, satisfied sigh. “I knew you’d see it our way.”
“Did I have a choice?” I chuckled.
“Not really,” Brooke said from my other side.
“It’s your own fault,” Christy said. “If you weren’t so sexy…”
Brooke snorted softly but didn’t disagree.
I closed my eyes and lay in post-orgasmic silence. Part of me wanted to fall asleep then and there, but I needed to talk about the party first. Christy felt me make the mental adjustment. She caressed my chest and gave me a reassuring squeeze.
“So, Brooke…,” I said at last. “What do you think about camp?”
She tensed nervously. She knew I was leading up to something, but she answered the question I’d asked.
“I like it. It took some getting used to, but it’s actually kinda cool. I thought people would stare, but—”
“They will down in the main camp,” Christy said.
“They won’t stare,” I disagreed. “But yeah, you’ll stand out more than you do here.”
“I probably know why.”
“It isn’t what you think,” I said. “Yeah, you look like a Playmate, but nudists are generally pretty cool about that. It’s mostly ’cause you shave. That’s still pretty rare.”
“I can wear shorts. Or my bikini.” She shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
“You don’t have to,” I said. “The owner of the camp—”
“Susan,” Christy said. “I told you… You’ll love her.”
“She’s shaved too,” I added. “Matter o’ fact, she started it all.”
“Chris told me,” Brooke said. “She’s the ‘older woman’ who seduced you.”
I heard the quotes and chuckled. “Something like that.”
“Yeah,” Brooke agreed, “she’s always been strange about people older’n us. Well, strange about sex.”
“It’s just… weird,” Christy said. “I think of Harry or my dad and… ew, gross.”
“See what I mean?” Brooke said to me.
“I like old people just fine,” Christy said. “Only, not for sex stuff.”
“What about Mr. Hagen? Or Coach Solana? They were older—”
“Oh, no fair!”
“—and you totally liked them.”
“They weren’t old,” Christy protested. “Besides,” she added primly, “I didn’t want to have sex with them.”
“You wanted to suck them off. That’s oral sex, Chris.” She pushed herself up and propped her head on her fist. She added to me, “We’ve had this argument since we were sixteen.”
“I can tell,” I chuckled. Christy started to say something in her defense, but I shushed her. “It’s fine, Little Bit. We know how you are…”
“And we still love you,” Brooke finished.
“I’m glad someone does,” Christy grumbled under her breath, but she wasn’t really upset.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Brooke said. “You’ve always been the center of attention, and you know it.”
“Have not.”
“We’ve had this argument too,” Brooke said to me.
“Then let’s change the subject. To you.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Yeah,” Christy agreed, play-spiteful. “Let’s see how you like it, being the center of attention.”
“Be nice,” I told her.
Brooke snorted a laugh. “Oh, Chris… You’ve met your match.”
“She has. But you aren’t going to change the subject that easily.”
“See?” Christy said. “I told you. He won’t let you get away with it either.”
“Anyway…,” I said pointedly. “Let’s talk about you, Brooke. You like camp so far, right? Being a nudist? The lifestyle in general?”
“So far.”
“What about swinging?”
“Oh, wow,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d come right out and ask.”
“It’s what I do.”
“He’s very direct,” Christy agreed.
“Exactly. So… do you still want to try?”
Brooke fell silent as she considered it.
“You know you do,” Christy prompted.
“I do, but… I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. For, like, six weeks.”
“You’ll love it, I promise,” Christy said.
“But… what if I don’t?”
I shrugged. “Then you don’t have to do it. No one’s going to force you.”
“Unless you want us to,” Christy piped up.
“No,” I said immediately. “Being submissive isn’t the same as being forced to do something against your will.”
“I want to,” Brooke said immediately. “But…” She thought about it and shrugged. “I guess I’ve been waiting for someone to make the first move.”
“That isn’t how it works with us,” I said, “but that’s my fault. I should’ve explained.”
“You’ve been busy,” Christy said.
“And we haven’t really given you a chance,” Brooke added. “At least, not at night.”
“Not in the morning, either,” I chuckled.
“So sue us,” Christy said.
“Sorry about that,” Brooke said.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “I’m not complaining. But we do need to talk about it now. Wren’s planning a party—”
“She told us,” Christy said.
“—and that’d be a good time to see if you like it,” I finished.
“I want to,” Brooke said, “but I’m still nervous.”
“That’s okay, we’ll be drinking,” Christy said.
“Thank God. I’m going to need it. I’m fine when it’s just us, but I get nervous with other guys. Trip’s been really cool, but…” She shrugged. “Most guys only care about my tits or ass or… whatever. He isn’t like that.”
“Don’t let him fool you,” Christy said with obvious irritation. “He’s like all the other guys. Only, he hides it better.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Brooke shot back.
“No, he’s supposed to be different.”
“He is different,” I interjected. “Yeah, he can be a little chauvinistic at times, but he isn’t so bad.”
“At least he isn’t like Fletcher,” Brooke said about her ex. “Not at all.”
“You can say that again,” Christy agreed. “You deserve better.”
“I know. It’s just… It isn’t so easy, Chris. You don’t know how lucky you are.”
“So? Besides, I’m willing to share.”
“Thanks. But… that isn’t what I meant.” She fell silent and thought about it. “He is really cute.”
“He has a nice dick, too,” Christy added. “Very suckable.”
Brooke laughed, fond and slightly exasperated at the same time. “Some of us care about more than that.”
“I care about more.”
“I’m talking about sex, Chris.”
“I care about sex.”
“Yeah, but you have a ton of hangups.”
Christy sat up and squawked, “Hangups? I don’t have any hangups! I like sex just fine!”
“Yeah,” Brooke laughed, “as long as it’s with Paul.”
“She’s got you there,” I said to Christy.
“Fine, gang up on me.”