“I thought it was Christy,” he said, “but now I’m not so sure.”
“What do the judges say? Should we give him another minute? All in favor say aye.”
“Aye!”
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” Trip gasped almost immediately. “Erin! Definitely Erin.”
“She deep throated him,” Christy told me in a low voice.
“I kinda figured,” I said.
Mark leaned toward me and said in an undertone, “Not something you forget, is it?”
“Um… no.”
Christy started sucking me again while we waited for Erin to finish her minute. I was afraid she wouldn’t quit when time was up, but she pulled back when Leah called it.
“Final round,” Wren said a moment later. “Who still has a chip?”
“I do.” “Me.” “Right here.”
Christy, Brooke, and Leah, I thought, and one of them moved between my legs. She rubbed my thighs, and I knew immediately who it was.
“Ready?” Wren said. “On your marks… get set… go.”
Leah spent the next couple of minutes reminding me why our relationship had stood the test of time. She was smart and beautiful, and we’d have been friends anyway, but it didn’t hurt that she loved the taste of come and enjoyed getting it almost as much.
“Time!” Wren called, too soon.
Leah reluctantly stopped, although she gave my dick a final wet kiss before she straightened. Then she stood between my legs and rested her hands on my thighs.
“Trip… you first,” Wren said. “Who was it?”
“Hell if I know. I suck at this,” he laughed.
“No pun intended?” I said.
“God, no. You’re the punny one.”
“Ha!”
“Anyway,” he continued, “who was it? I dunno, Leah?”
I shook my head, and the real Leah laughed softly.
“No, sorry,” Christy said to Trip.
“Wow! You totally fooled me.”
“That’s what she’s supposed to do,” Wren said without much pity.
“Duh. And I’m cool with it.”
“Paul?” Wren prompted.
“Leah. For real.”
The chip clinked against the others as she set it atop the small pile to my right. “My pleasure,” she added.
“Mine too.”
Mark spoke up before Wren could even ask him. “Brooke. I’d know those lips anywhere. Perfect.”
“Are you gonna let him get away with that?” Erin teased.
“Sure,” Leah said, “why not? Besides, he’s right.”
“Yeah,” Erin agreed with a wistful sigh. “We’re totally jealous, Brooke.”
“I don’t know why, but thank you.”
I took off my blindfold and blinked at the change from earlier. The sun had set completely, and the sky in the east already showed a couple of stars. The sodium lamp above the clubhouse buzzed as it warmed up. Its light was pink instead of yellow, which made Leah’s skin look olive, especially in the shadows under her chin and breasts.
“What?” she said anxiously.
“Nothing,” I fibbed. “Just thinking how beautiful you are.”
“You’re so full of it.”
“Yeah, but it’s better than what I was really thinking.” I held up a hand. “Don’t ask, Miss Interview.”
She pursed her lips, and her dark eyes glittered in amusement.
“Besides, it’s true,” I added. “You’re beautiful.”
“Well, that sucked,” Trip said, lighthearted instead of truly upset.
“What did?” Erin said.
“Everything, the whole game. It sucked.”
“Mmm, I know,” Christy said.
“You just hate losing,” I added.
“What was your first clue?” he laughed.
“If you ask nicely, I’ll finish you off,” she told him. “I’ll even do it right instead of trying to fool you.”
“Hell yeah,” he chuckled. “Please. And thank you.”
“Let’s announce the winners first,” Wren said. “Hold on! Christy, no, stop! We have to—”
Trip groaned as she began sucking him.
“Just let her go,” Brooke said. “You know she isn’t going to listen.”
“Why do we put up with her?” Wren wondered aloud. “Never mind. I know why.”
“Exactly,” Brooke agreed. “Anyway, Paul won for the guys.”
“Perfect score.” I held up five red chips.
“Congratulations,” Mark said.
“Well-played,” Trip added. “I kinda figured you’d— Oh, Jesus!”
Christy did her sword-swallower impression.
“Never mind,” Trip gasped. He tossed a pair of white chips into the pool, rested his hand on Christy’s head, and dismissed the game entirely. He had better things to do, after all.
“Goofy,” Wren said under her breath.
“Yeah,” I said, “but we love her.”
“We do.”
“You can say that again,” Brooke agreed.
“So, who won for the ladies?” Leah said.
“She did.” Brooke nodded in the direction of Christy’s bobbing blonde head. “Erin and I each have one chip, but she has two.”
Christy held up a pair, one white and one blue, although she didn’t stop sucking.
“That’s my girl,” I chuckled. “What do we win? We didn’t decide, did we?”
“No,” Leah said. “Anything you want, I guess.”
“Can we collect later? I mean, it’d be a shame to stop her.”
“Please don’t,” Trip said.
“She really loves it, doesn’t she?” Mark said.
“It’s a sickness,” Erin joked. “We can’t help it.”
“Lucky for us!”
“Anyway,” I said into the silence, “can we collect later?”
“I don’t see why not,” Leah said. She surveyed the others, and no one disagreed. “Okay. All that’s left is to finish you.”
“Are you interested?” Mark said to Brooke.
“Yes, please.”
He chuckled and leaned back, and she practically attacked him.
I glanced at Leah and arched an eyebrow. “Your favorite elixir?”
“How’d you know?” She rested her arms on my thighs and stroked my erection.
“I know you, remember?”
“You might’ve forgotten,” she teased.
“Never.”
Chapter 41
Leah and I went for a swim to cool off, and I realized she was a better swimmer than I remembered. She wasn’t in the same league as Brooke, Wren, or even Christy, but she could hold her own with me.
“We all had to take lessons growing up,” she said, “although Kara and Gina never did anything with it. They were always focused on school and grades so they could get into medical school.” She snorted, not quite derisively, but close enough.
“I was the black sheep,” she continued. “Maybe that’s why I spent more time in the pool. Who knows,” she added with a shrug. “I feel a little guilty, though. Not because I rebelled, but because I always took it for granted. We’ve had a pool for as long as I can remember. I mean, even back when my dad was just a local news producer.
“Mom won’t admit it,” she laughed, “but it’s a big status symbol for her. The rich girls had them when she was growing up. Funny you should mention it. Nani and I talked about it, too, when we stayed with them.”
“So, why didn’t they have a pool? They had money. I mean, your grandfather’s a doctor.”
“It’s an Indian thing with him, an immigrant thing. He doesn’t want to seem posh, like he has ‘ideas above his station’ or something.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. The English are super-conscious about social class, way more than we are. I think it’s crazy. I mean, he drives a Jaguar and has an office on Harley Street, but they still live in the same old house. You’ve seen it.”
“It’s pretty nice,” I recalled.
“Yeah, but their garden isn’t big enough for a kiddie pool.”
“True. A pool would take up the whole yard.”
“Garden,” she said.
“What?”
“They call it a garden, remember?”
“No,” I chuckled. “I’m not as good with languages as you are. I barely speak English.”