“Yeah? Then take off your clothes.”
She rolled her eyes but unfolded her legs and stood. She closed the bedroom door, kicked off her shoes, and reached back to unzip her dress. I waited to see how far she’d go and soon had my answer: all the way. She crossed her arms under her breasts and shot me a challenging look.
“Well, Mr. Nudist?”
I hastily slid my shorts under my butt. My T-shirt joined them on the floor a moment later.
“Come sit on my lap,” I said. “We’ll talk about the first thing that comes up.”
“I still don’t know why I fall for that line,” she said as she straddled my hips.
She began massaging my cock, which was already semi-hard. I squeezed and twisted her nipples. Her eyelids drooped shut and her nostrils flared with her quickened breathing.
The phone interrupted us.
Christy straightened in annoyance at first. Then she had an idea. She took a firmer grip on my hard-on and silently dared me to answer.
I grabbed the receiver. “Hello?”
“Oh, hey, Paul. It’s Brooke.”
“Brooke? Hi! How’re you?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Fine. Just enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon with Christy. Her hands’re full at the moment, though.”
Christy herself rolled her eyes.
“So, I hope you don’t mind talking to me instead.”
“Uh, no, I guess not.”
We chatted about her exams and the start of classes for us. I told her about the dance groups and then touched on the weather before I asked what she was up to at the moment.
“Nothing much,” she said. “I was just laying out and started thinking about Chris, so I decided to call.”
I pictured her in a bikini and then immediately imagined her without it.
Christy’s eyebrows rose as my cock swelled in her hands. She reached for the phone but I waved her away.
“I’ve been a bit lonely without her,” Brooke added. “I don’t really have anyone here who… you know.”
“Yeah, I understand. She’s your girlfriend.”
“It still sounds strange to hear you say that.”
“Eh, you’ll get used to it. Besides, I don’t say it to just anyone.”
“I know, but still…” She sighed and changed the subject. “So, what’re you up to?”
“Honestly?”
“I guess.”
“We’re in bed. Christy’s playing with me. That’s why her hands’re full.”
I could’ve heard a pin drop on the other end of the line before Christy snatched the phone away.
“Hello?” she said into it. “Hello? Brooke? It’s me!” After a moment she relaxed and said, “Oh thank goodness! I thought you’d hung up.” She glared at me. “No. He was just kidding.”
I raised my voice. “I was not! She was playing with my dick.”
Christy immediately covered the phone and glared. “Be nice.” After a moment she cautiously returned it to her ear.
I toyed with her nipples. She tried to shove me away but I persisted. Then I switched to her pussy and began rubbing her slit. She surrendered to it and closed her eyes. She did her best to hold up her end of the conversation, but her answers grew shorter and more distracted. Finally she put her hand on mine and opened her eyes.
“Hey, hold on,” she said to Brooke. Then she held the phone to her shoulder to cover the mouthpiece. “We’re almost done,” she told me. “I promise I’ll do anything you want if you just let me finish.”
“Anything?”
She rolled her eyes. “When have I not done anything you wanted?”
“Fair enough.”
“Two minutes. Okay? I promise. Then you can have your way with me.”
I nodded, and she gently extracted my finger from her pussy. “I can barely think straight as it is.” She inhaled a deep, steadying breath. Then she returned the phone to her ear.
“Sorry about that,” she said to Brooke. “Paul was making it impossible to talk.” She listened for a moment. “I know, but I can’t do it all the time.” She laughed. “I know, right? Anyway, where were we? Oh, right. Easter. Uh-huh.” She listened intently and nodded several times. “I think so, but I’ll have to ask Paul.” She glanced at me and her eyebrows rose at something Brooke said. “For real? Are you sure? Yes, of course. I’m sure he’d love to.”
My own eyebrows went up.
“I still need to ask him,” she continued. “And I’ll have to check my calendar, if you know what I mean.” She shot me a quick glance to see if I understood. “It doesn’t make sense if one of us is… um… indisposed. But…
you’re sure?”
Brooke said something else.
“Okay, I’ll check and talk to Paul and let you know,” Christy said. “I know, I miss you too. Yeah, I hope so. Uh-huh. And even if we don’t, it’ll be nice to see you.” She smiled affectionately. “I love you too. Talk to you soon.
Bye.”
“Was that what I think it was?” I asked when she pushed the button to hang up.
“That depends,” she teased. She replaced the phone in its cradle and then used both hands to stroke my erection. “Brooke’s father has a conference in Paris. Her mother’s taking vacation to go with him. It’s the week before Easter, but they’re going to stay and do some sightseeing.”
“And you want us to fly to San Diego?”
“No,” she said with a sly little grin, “Brooke wants us to.”
“Us? As in you and me?”
“Mmm hmm, especially you… and someone special.” She glanced at my straining hard-on, just in case I was particularly slow on the uptake.
“For real?”
“That’s what she said. She’s been lonely. She wants a guy. And she’s been thinking about what we talked about. You know, sharing.” Christy lowered her eyes. “I… um… might’ve told her you’re a swinger. I hope that’s all right.”
I burst out laughing.
“What?”
“You,” I said fondly. “Six months ago I never would’ve imagined we’d be having this conversation.”
“Why? It’s what you want, isn’t it?” She stuck out her chin. “It’s what I want too! What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing.” I drew her in for a kiss, and she relaxed as we lingered over it.
“Oh, okay,” she said quietly. “Only, I thought you were upset.”
“Does it feel like I’m upset?”
“No. It feels like you’re ready to… you know… do it.”
“Is that what you want?” I teased.
She rolled her eyes but then turned serious. “You just want to hear me say it, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“Fine. Are you ready?”
I nodded.
“Please, sir, will you fuck me till I can’t stand it?” To my surprise, she sat
up and positioned herself over my erection. Then she sank onto it with a soft groan. After a moment she opened her eyes and gave me a smoldering look.
“And the same for Brooke? Fuck her till she begs you to stop? Please, sir, will you do that for us?”
Her eyes widened with alarm as my own registered surprise. I groaned and shot a geyser of come inside her. Then I closed my eyes and held her hips as the eruption continued. She rode it out with her hands braced on my arms.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said at last.
Chapter 23
Parts of my life settled into a routine—the parts that I controlled, at least, like homework and studying and my project for Joska. Other parts were less predictable—anything that involved Christy, for instance. I privately called her Little Miss Chaos, although her disruptions were usually more creative than destructive, and certainly a lot more fun than my life would’ve been otherwise.
Along those lines, I realized that I enjoyed ballroom dancing. I even decided to give up judo, since I didn’t have time for both. Besides, sparring had never been the same after Glen had left for the Army. So I channeled my aggression into dance instead. Much to my surprise, I discovered that mental focus and physical exertion were just as relaxing on a dance floor as a judo mat.