I was never looking for a notch on my bedpost, I protested.
Speak for yourself, he said.
That’s why you aren’t in charge anymore.
Says you.
Yeah, says me.
He sulked until we reached the Retreat. Then I forgot about him as I jogged around the site. Little had changed since the last time I’d seen it. Trip and I would have our work cut out for us over the summer, but we could handle it. Our first task would be to finish at least two of the bungalows, if only to the point where we could sleep in them and use the bathrooms. Then we could tackle the rest at our leisure.
I jogged to a stop in front of the clubhouse and surveyed the pool. The crew had finished the shell, coping, and concrete deck, but that was all. The pump and filter were still in boxes in the clubhouse, and the basin itself was full of pine needles and other debris.
We wouldn’t want to hike all the way back to the main camp for a swim, so we’d have to clean out the pool and get it running as our second order of business. I added it to my mental list and headed back the way I’d come.
The forest around me had come to life while I’d been distracted by the mundane world. Sunlight glowed in the tops of the trees, and birds called to each other. The air smelled clean and fresh, and even the sandy soil seemed softer than usual. I let my thoughts wander.
Unfortunately, the mundane world intruded as I approached the main road. I could see headlights through the trees, so I slowed to a walk at the sandy intersection. I wondered who might be coming to camp so early, and my confusion only deepened when Susan’s station wagon squeaked to a stop in front of me. She leaned across the seat and rolled down the passenger window. I had a nice view of her cleavage down her terrycloth robe.
“Hello, stranger.”
“Hey,” I said. “What’re you doing here?”
“I ran out to get the papers.” Her elbow rested on the New York Times, the Washington Post, and five or six more.
“Hold on,” I said, “you drove into town? Dressed like that?”
“No, I drove to the box. I have them delivered.” She frowned playfully. “Still a bit slow on the uptake? Your mom said you were getting better.”
“I need to think before I speak,” I muttered.
She laughed. “Come on, get in. I’ll give you a ride to the house.”
“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” I opened the door and tried to move the stack of papers. I had to use both hands. “Holy crap! These things weigh a ton. Do you actually read all these?”
“Of course. Well, no, not exactly.”
I slid into the car and closed the door.
“I get the Journal through the week, for money and investing. The others are weekend editions. I usually read the front page, editorials, and business sections. Politics and international in the major ones. I skim arts and style. And I read the local paper front to back. The same with the State.”
“How long’s it take? A week?”
“Mmm, sometimes.” She shrugged. “I like to stay informed. Besides, I have varied interests, business and otherwise.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“I live by myself in a nudist camp that’s deserted half the year. What do you think?”
“Oh. Yeah. Right. Okay. Well, I’m ready when you are.”
“Not yet.” She eyed my running shorts. Then she deliberately moistened her lips.
My eyebrows ticked up. “Seriously?”
“Why not? Besides, you know how I am.”
“Horny? All the time?”
“Of course. Especially with two men in the house. I’ve missed it.”
“What?”
“Having young men in the house,” she said patiently.
“Wait. Are you talking about me and Trip?”
“Mmm, maybe you aren’t so quick after all.”
“Hold on, you don’t mean… Kirk and Doug?”
“Of course,” she laughed. “Your mom isn’t the only one with fantasies.” She eyed my crotch again. “Speaking of which… take those off.”
My brain struggled to process it, so I stalled. “You’re pretty bossy this morning.”
“I’m your boss, remember? Now, are you going to take them off?”
“Why?”
“Why do you think? And why’re you suddenly clueless again?”
“I’m not clueless,” I said defensively. “I just…”
“I think I understand,” she said. “We don’t have to do anything.”
“No, it isn’t that. I want to. I just…” I thought about it and sighed. “I guess I’m not used to Christy… um… ‘arranging’ things for me.”
“She didn’t ‘arrange’ anything. I did.”
“True. But she agreed.”
“She’s a lot more open-minded than you give her credit for.”
“She says the same— Oh, right. I get it.”
“Mmm hmm,” Susan agreed. “We talk. Remember?”
“‘Talk’? As in… regularly?”
“Not as regularly as your mom and I do, but more than just once.”
“Okay, how regularly?” I demanded.
“More lately,” Susan said with a sly grin, “because she wanted my advice.”
“About what?” I glared before she could call me clueless again. “Never mind. Deep throat.”
“Mmm, yes. We’ve had a couple of, ahem, long conversations.”
I rolled my eyes at the pun. “Deep too?”
“Ooh, you are getting better. Would you like me to show you?” She nodded at my shorts. “It’d be a shame to let that go to waste.”
“Stupid penis. He has a mind of his own.”
“Christy said you talk to it. I hadn’t really noticed before, but she’s right.”
“She’s right about lots of things.”
“Including this.” Susan’s blue eyes glinted with amusement. They were darker than Christy’s, but just as piercing. “So, you like a blowjob after your run?”
“How’d—? Really? You talked about that too?”
“Of course,” she laughed. “That was the whole point.”
“I dunno why I thought I had any secrets,” I muttered. Then I untied the drawstring on my shorts. I lifted my hips and slid them down.
My hard-on sprang up, and Susan leaned across the seat. She rested on the stack of newspapers and gripped my shaft.
“I’ve missed this,” she said.
“Giving head?”
“Yes, but more than that. You and me.”
“For real?”
“Mmm hmm. I like being part of a group, but I also enjoy our time alone together. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to talk to Christy, to make sure she’s okay with it.”
“I wish she’d told me,” I said, a bit petulantly.
“She’s telling you now… with my mouth.”
“Well?” I prompted. “Shouldn’t you stop talking and start sucking?”
“Now who’s being bossy?” She swirled her tongue around my glans and silenced any comeback I might’ve had. “Much better.”
“You’re the boss,” I agreed.
She laughed softly, and her breath felt hot on my shaft. “I wasn’t sure I’d like it,” she said after a moment. “Your new look.”
“Well?”
“It’s nice. Very neat.” She thought of something and chuckled. “Turkish girls. Who knew?”
My brow furrowed. “Huh?”
“How one thing leads to another,” she said cryptically. “Never mind.”
She bobbed on my shaft, and I stopped talking. Then she slowly took me deep. The angle made it a bit harder, but she didn’t let that stop her. I groaned as my cock entered her throat. She closed her lips around the base.
“God, that’s good.”
She nodded agreement, and my cock swelled in her mouth. She held it as long as she could before she had to come up for air.
“You have to teach Christy,” I gasped.
“She’ll get the hang of it,” Susan said. “She’s very determined.”
“She says— Ah, right. She told you that too.”
She chuckled again. “Not so slow after all.”