I gave her a moment to recover before I slowly withdrew my fingers. Then I looked up her body. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Christy had spread my come over her breasts, and they were still shiny with it. Christy herself grinned when she caught my eye.
“Me next.”
“You’re insatiable,” I chuckled. I pushed myself up and sat between Wren’s legs.
“What’s wrong with that?” Wren said between breaths.
“Nothing. But I need a little time to recover.”
She chuckled and lay back. Her head rested on Christy’s thigh. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t have that problem.”
“You don’t have a penis, either.”
“So? I don’t need one.”
“I do,” Christy said. Then she smiled down at Wren. “I need you both.”
“Can’t argue with that,” I said to Wren.
“No.”
* * *
“I’d better go,” Wren said through a yawn, “before I fall asleep.”
I felt the same, but Christy had found her second wind. Her metabolism was a wonder to behold, even if it wore me out sometimes.
“Besides, I’m getting my nighttime chills,” Wren added. “I have a nice warm boyfriend across the hall.” She looked down at her bare breasts and searched for traces of semen. “Did we get it all?”
“I better check again,” Christy volunteered.
Wren smiled fondly. “What would I do without you?”
“You’d find someone. Probably some bimbo with big boobs who doesn’t like half the things I do.”
I snorted a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Wren said. “She’s probably right.”
“She said the same thing to me once.”
“He’s right. I did. We were talking about sex. It was before we starting having it. Well, not according to him. He was telling me that oral sex is still sex. Even jerking off is sex. It’s solo sex, but it’s still sex.”
“Hold on,” I said. “I think that’s exactly what I said.”
Christy frowned. “Of course it is. Why would I—?”
Wren yawned again and then shivered. “You two can fight it out. I’d better go.” She kissed Christy. “Happy birthday, my love. I hope we spend the next forty together.”
“Oh my gosh, no! Then we’ll be old.”
“That’s the point,” Wren said. “Never mind. You explain it to her, Paul.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“And thank you,” she added. “I’m sorry we haven’t gotten together much in the past couple of months. But I’m really looking forward to this summer. I owe you a good blowjob or two, especially after you let me monopolize Christy all night.”
“She’s your girlfriend too.”
“Okay, so I owe you a dozen blowjobs.”
“Maybe two dozen,” Christy chimed in.
“I’d better get out of here,” Wren said, “before it turns into a ‘million-billion.’” She snorted a laugh. “I think you were absent the day they taught math at school.”
“I can do math,” Christy protested. “One plus two equals happy me.”
“She has you there,” I told Wren.
“God, she does.” She kissed Christy again and lingered over it. “I love you. Now, let me get out of here before you say something else adorable. Okay?”
“Okay,” Christy said softly. “And I love you too.”
Wren gathered her clothes and slipped out of the room.
Christy waited almost a millisecond before she rolled to face me. Her eyes blazed with curiosity. “What did you get me?”
“A TV and VCR.”
“Oh my gosh! I can’t wait to watch our movies. But what else did you get me?”
“A threesome with your girlfriend.”
“Paul, please,” she begged, “tell me. You know I can’t stand it when you do this.”
“Okay,” I relented, “look under the bed.”
She immediately rolled away from me and thrust her entire upper body over the side. Her ass and pussy were too tempting to pass up.
“Oh! No fair!” she cried. “Stop!” She pushed herself upright but then gasped as I began fucking her with my thumb. “No, please, Paul. Stop. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” she panted.
I decided to let her off easy. “Love me forever?”
“Seriously? Of course.”
I withdrew my thumb and caressed her tight little bottom. Then I gave it a firm slap.
Her butt tightened, and her whole body went rigid.
“Are you okay?”
She started breathing again and nodded. “One of my— little orgasms.”
“Seriously? Just from spanking you?”
“I don’t think— you understand,” she panted. “What it does to me.”
“I’m starting to.” I gave her a moment to catch her breath.
“Better,” she said at last. “Thank you. Okay. Where were we? Right. Under the bed. What’m I looking for?”
“A plain brown suitcase.”
“Huh?”
“A plain brown suitcase,” I repeated.
“But… that’s my suitcase. You can’t give me a gift that’s already mine.” She pushed herself up and glared at me over her shoulder. “No fair!”
“It’s what’s in the suitcase,” I said calmly.
“Oh. Why didn’t you say so?”
“I just did.”
“Ugh! You’re infuriating sometimes.” Still, she went over the side again and tugged the suitcase from under the bed. The contents thumped and rolled around as she swung it up and set it between us. Then she popped the latches. Her eyes widened with anticipation, and I almost laughed when she opened the lid and her excitement turned to confusion.
“But… it’s our toys.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Is that my gift? You put them in a suitcase?”
“No,” I said patiently. “They’re all mixed up now. Look for one with a red bow.”
She dug through the jumble. “Oh my gosh! Where’d you find it?”
“There’s an equestrian shop out toward Farragut.”
“Where’s that? Never mind. You mean you just… bought it? What did you tell them?”
“That I needed a riding crop for my girlfriend.”
Her eyes flew wide. “Oh my gosh! Please tell me you aren’t serious.”
“I didn’t tell them why I needed it,” I chuckled. “I’m sure they assumed it was a gift.”
“Ugh! It really bugs me how easy this is for you.”
“Yes, but I make it easy for you too.”
“Don’t use logic against me,” she play-grumped. Then her eyes slowly lit with enthusiasm. She held up the riding crop and said, “Use this against me!”
“My pleasure. Get the handcuffs.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
All of a sudden she grinned. “Uh-uh. I’m a bad girl.”
“Oh?”
“I have sex and use birth control and everything.”
“That makes you a good girl.”
“But only for you.”
Chapter 28
Terri emerged from the locker room and approached me before ballroom practice began. Her dress wasn’t as sexy as the one she’d worn to the party, but it still clung to her body and showed a fair amount of cleavage.
“Hey,” she said, a little awkwardly.
“Hey yourself.” I paused and then added, “You look nice.”
“Thanks. You too.”
We both hesitated and then spoke at the same time. That broke the tension and we laughed.
“You first,” I said.
“No, you.”
“I wanted to ask how you’re doing.”
She shrugged. “Fine. A little tired. I didn’t sleep well. You?”
“I’m okay. Sorry you couldn’t sleep. Because of me?”
“Us. It takes two to tango.”
“Still, I feel like it was mostly my fault.”
“It wasn’t. So don’t feel bad. I do the same thing after a performance. I go through it in my mind and try to figure out where I messed up.”
“Nowhere.”
“No, I did. I read too much into it. Also, I should’ve known—it was Christy’s birthday. I don’t care how open your relationship is, she wouldn’t let you spend the night with someone else. Not on her birthday.”