“Yeah?” She swam over to us.
“Did you copy those movies for us?”
“Last week, after my parents left. I did the three you asked for, plus one more I think you’ll like.”
“Are you going to tell me what they are?” I asked Christy.
“I thought I’d surprise you. I have to keep you interested, you know.”
“You keep me very interested.”
“Mmm, I know. And now… can I interest you in a blowjob?”
“I thought you’d never ask!” I hoisted myself out of the water and sat on the sun-warmed concrete coping. Christy immediately went for my cock and moaned as it grew harder in her mouth. Brooke swam closer. She watched in silence for nearly half a minute before she realized that I was watching her.
“Chris and I used to talk about this stuff,” she said, “but I never thought it’d happen. Not for real. Just her luck that she’d start dating a guy who’s an actual swinger.”
“At least she shares,” I hinted.
Brooke looked up and smiled a little bashfully. “Step into my parlor…?” she said, although she hopped up beside me.
I pulled her closer and bent to kiss her. She leaned into me, and we made out for several minutes. She was a good kisser, and her smooth body felt incredible in my arms, but I could sense a sort of tension growing in her. It wasn’t shyness, so I pulled back to let her watch.
“You always seem to know what I want,” she said.
“I pay attention.”
“He does,” Christy said. She bent her head and nuzzled my balls as she stroked my shaft. “It’s kinda scary how much he knows about me.”
“Yeah,” Brooke said, “but you’re perfect for each other.”
“He’s perfect for you, too, but I got him first.”
“Girls,” I said facetiously, “there’s enough of me to go around.”
Brooke chuckled, while Christy grinned and returned her lips to my cock.
“She really likes sucking dick,” Brooke said. “I knew she did, but it’s different when you see it in person. We used to talk about what we did with our boyfriends, back in high school, but it was kids’ stuff compared to this. This is something straight out of Penthouse.” She laughed softly. “I always thought half of those letters were made-up. They just seemed too wild to be true.”
I shrugged. “It’s all in your head anyway.”
“What is?”
“Sex. It’s about ninety percent mental. Yeah, the physical stuff’s important, but it’s just body parts, and they’re the same for everyone. The stuff in your head matters more.”
She nodded at the wisdom of it.
“That’s why Christy and I are perfect for each other. Same with you and her.”
“I still think it’s cool that you don’t have a problem with it. With us, I mean. It’s even starting to seem normal, what we’re doing now.”
“You mean you don’t do this every day?”
“No,” she laughed, “but I could get used to it, pretty fast.” She had a thought and said, “Chris said you never make her feel dirty, and now I get it. That’s part of the mental thing, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
Her eyes flashed. “I keep thinking of things I wanna try.”
“Oh? Anything specific?”
“Watch me play with myself?”
“I’d love to.”
She grinned and scooted away from me so she could raise her foot to the side of the pool. Her pussy spread open and made her self-conscious for a moment, until she saw my expression.
“Yeah, now I get it,” she repeated. “You make me feel sexy, not dirty.”
Christy stopped sucking long enough to say, “I told you.”
Brooke rolled her eyes but smiled fondly. Then she looked directly at me. She moved her hand between her legs, and her expression transformed with pleasure as she began playing with herself. Her perfect breasts jiggled as her hand and arm moved.
After a couple of minutes, I had a thought. She’d put on similar shows for her brother, but they’d never done anything together. I was pretty sure he was part of the fantasy going through her head at the moment, and I wondered how she’d react if I acted out his part.
I reached out and touched her pussy with two fingers. She gasped and then moaned as I slowly slid them inside her. Her own fingers went into overdrive on her clit, and she compressed her lips as she concentrated. I began finger-fucking her and immediately felt a surge of heat and moisture.
The mutual fantasy must’ve had its effect on me too, because my dick swelled in Christy’s mouth. She moaned and began sucking like she was ready to taste me. I had grand plans to keep Brooke simmering until I was ready, but she had other ideas. She cried out and grabbed my hand. I stopped moving my fingers and simply pressed them into her G-spot. She bucked against me as her climax peaked.
After several moments she relaxed, and I slowly withdrew my fingers. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and she moistened her lips as she savored the post-orgasmic high. Then she grinned and deliberately ran a finger through her damp channel. She gazed at me as she tasted herself and sucked her finger like a little cock.
Christy massaged my balls and swirled her tongue around my glans. A moment later she plunged her lips over my shaft as it swelled and then erupted down her throat. She swallowed when I finished and pulled back a little to squeeze out the remaining drops.
She eventually let my soft penis slip from her lips. Then she rested her cheek on my thigh. She planted a soft kiss and caressed my leg. Brooke turned and leaned against me when I gestured. I put my arm around her, and we all three heaved a sigh of contentment.
* * *
Christy wanted to swim and stay out longer, but Brooke and I talked her out of it.
“I’m burned already,” I said, “and I’ll turn into a lobster if I stay out any longer.”
“Same here,” Brooke agreed.
“Fine, whatever. Mr. and Miss Spoilsport. I need a snack anyway.”
Brooke and I shared a grin. Inside, she wrapped a towel around herself but then looked a little self-conscious when she realized that Christy and I weren’t doing the same. So she took it off and draped it over a kitchen chair as I surveyed the contents of the fridge and grabbed bunny-type sandwich ingredients.
“You want one?” I asked Brooke.
“No thanks. I’m still full from lunch.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Stupid metabolism,” Christy mumbled.
I shot her a grin and pulled out the pitcher of orange juice. “Looks like we have enough for one more batch.”
“Don’t worry,” Brooke said to Christy, “my parents stocked up before they left, so we have more whiskey.”
“Oh, thank goodness.”
I made Christy’s sandwich while she and Brooke chatted and mixed the mai tais. Then we spread our towels on the kitchen chairs and sat while Christy ate. Brooke shifted in her seat several times before she found a comfortable position.
“Penthouse never says a thing about this part of it,” she groused.
“I was sore for a week,” Christy said, “after Paul and I started doing it. Good sore, but still…”
“I’ll get used to it,” Brooke said, “but right now it’s a little uncomfortable. Anyway, let’s talk about something besides my butt.”
I glanced at my watch and asked, “Is it okay if I call long-distance?”
“Call home?”
“Yeah. I need to let Trip and Wren know about the change of plans.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Christy said. “I completely forgot.”
Brooke shot me an “of course” look and then glanced at the cordless phone on the kitchen counter. I dialed our number, and Trip picked up on the third ring. I gave him the news and then we talked for a couple of minutes about his and Wren’s weekend.
“You shoulda seen her face,” he finished with a chuckle, “when I told her where we were going for brunch. Perfect end to an awesome weekend, dude.”
“Glad to hear it. She really needed the break.”