“That’s my fantasy,” Brooke said with a laugh. “Remember?”
“Of course I do,” Christy said. “I remember everything you tell me.”
“Yeah, you do,” Brooke admitted. “It’s the one thing you’re never wrong about.”
I chuckled to myself when I realized that she’d successfully changed the subject. I gave her a moment before I nudged it back on track.
“So,” I said slowly, “you’d like to try swinging?”
She sighed. “I guess.”
“Sorry, that isn’t good enough.”
“Annoying, isn’t it?” Christy said. “He does the same thing to me.”
“Well, this isn’t something like trying on shoes,” I said.
“You can say that again,” Brooke said with a sigh. Then she thought about it. She eventually nodded. “Yeah, I wanna try it.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” she said. “But… I have a request.”
I waited.
“Will you start things? I don’t know why, but I think it’ll be easier if I’m doing something with you and he, like, joins us.”
“Sure. I can do that.”
“Paul’s very good at starting things,” Christy said, facetious and serious at the same time.
“Oh, no,” I said quickly, “we’re not going for another round.”
“Unh! Why not?”
“Because I’m tired.”
“Then… you can watch.”
“Uh-uh. You know what happened last time. I have a big day tomorrow, and I need to get some sleep. It’s already one o’clock.”
“You know she’s just going to wake you up in the middle of the night,” Brooke said. “She’s done it to me, like, a thousand times.”
“You never complained before,” Christy shot back.
“And I’m not complaining now,” Brooke said calmly. “But you know I’m right.”
“So what if you are? I have needs too, you know.”
“She isn’t the only one who’s met her match,” I said to Brooke, who conceded with a wry shrug. “Okay, one more,” I told Christy. “But then you have to let me sleep.”
“Yes, sir. I promise.” She scooted down and kissed my limp penis. “Hello, Mr. Big. We meet again.”
Brooke rolled her eyes, although she followed with a smile. I gestured for her to move closer, and she did. The alcohol from earlier had worn off, and she was completely sober. She thought I wanted to make out.
“I want to,” I assured her, “but in a minute.”
Her brow furrowed uncertainly.
“Let’s talk first.”
“Are you sure?” She glanced at Christy and the object of her affection. “Now?”
“Yeah. She likes to take her time, and I don’t want to come too quickly. That’s easier when I have a distraction, especially an intelligent one. It doesn’t hurt that you’re attractive too.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Thank you.”
“So, you and I can talk. For a few minutes, at least. Then I definitely wanna make out.”
“Oh, okay. What do you want to talk about?”
“What else? Swinging.”
“I don’t know why I’m nervous about it,” she said. “I guess you’re right, though. It isn’t like trying on shoes.”
“Nope. It’s a pretty big deal.”
“It’s like trying on men,” she said with a laugh. “So I don’t wanna chicken out. I don’t know if I’m ready for three guys at once, but…” She grinned. “It’s fun to think about.”
“I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“What happens if I don’t?” she asked, serious again. “Will I have to leave?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Okay. I was a little worried. I like it here, especially with you. I don’t wanna give that up.”
“You don’t have to.”
She watched Christy for several moments. I did too, and the little blonde felt the attention. She smiled up at us without releasing my cock. Then she closed her eyes and went back to her obsession.
Brooke stretched along my side and rested her head on my chest, relaxed and intimate at the same time.
“You’re probably tired of us double-teaming you,” she ventured.
“Nope.”
“That’s good, ’cause we’ve had this fantasy forever. Both of us, with the same guy.”
“She told me.”
“She told you all our dirty little secrets, didn’t she?”
“Some,” I admitted, “but don’t worry about it. I’m not going to tell anyone. And now that you’re here, just enjoy it.”
She sighed disconsolately. “How? I’m still a big chicken.”
“You don’t have to rush into anything. Like I said, it isn’t like trying on shoes.”
“I guess.” She fell silent and eventually relaxed. “You make everything seem normal. Like now. Us.”
“This is normal,” I chuckled.
“You know what I mean. A guy and a girl, two girls, a threesome… it’s all the same, isn’t it?”
“More or less. The emotions are different, but the physical stuff is mostly the same. It’s all just sex.”
“Just sex,” she mused. “It’s strange to think of it like that. I mean, everyone makes a big deal about it. But… not you.”
“Oh, I make a big deal about it,” I laughed. “Obviously. But I don’t think you’re a slut because you like it too.”
“Thanks. That makes a huge difference.” She sighed and grew thoughtful. “I really like it here, with you.”
I lifted her chin for a kiss. Then I moved my hand to the curve of her ass, and she shifted slightly to give me better access. I teased her pussy and began to spread her moisture.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she sighed.
“Mmm.”
Christy was paying attention, and she decided to show her approval. She swallowed me deep. I groaned as the head of my cock squeezed past the muscles in the back of her throat.
Oh, well, I thought with a wry sigh. I’m not gonna get any sleep tonight either.
It’s overrated anyway, the little head said.
* * *
To be continued…
Chapter 39
The girls eventually let me sleep, but I woke up at the usual time. I skipped my run and spent a couple of hours at my drafting table instead. I still needed to review all the drawings and organize everything before my meeting. When I finished as much as I could do on my own, I showered, shaved, and dressed in slacks and a polo. The weather was still miserable, hot and humid, but Granville wasn’t the T-shirt-and-shorts type.
Christy and Brooke were lounging by the pool when I emerged from the bungalow. Wren had left for the main camp already, but Trip was working in the clubhouse at the computer.
He stood. “Anything I can help with?”
“Moral support. You working here today?”
“Yeah. I need to catch up.”
I nodded and started to roll up drawings. They wouldn’t all fit in my carrying tube, so I rolled the extras and used some of Wren’s kitchen string to tie a makeshift sling.
“Well,” I said at last, “I’m off.”
“Good luck,” Trip said. “Any idea when you’ll be back?”
“No clue. Mid-afternoon?”
He nodded. “I’ll be here. The girls too. We’ll help with the paperwork.”
“Thanks.”
He glanced through the windows, and his eyes lingered on the pair by the pool. They were sitting up and chatting. Christy wore her aviator’s sunglasses and had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her skin was a rich, even tan, and she glistened with a light coating of oil.
Brooke sported hot pink Oakley sunglasses, which made her look like a surfer more than an engineer, although they fit her style and matched her headband. She had a decent tan—her skin was like mine, only with more freckles—but she was several shades lighter than Christy. At least her bikini lines had started to disappear.
I sensed Trip’s question before he asked it.
“I talked to them last night,” I said. “Brooke definitely wants to try swinging.”
“Awesome. Anything special she likes? Doesn’t like?”