“Yeah,” Leah said, “but he’s Brooke’s dork now. And speaking of which… Paul, you all should probably move to a bedroom.”
“Definitely.”
“Ladies,” she added to them, “do we want to join them?”
“Oh my gosh, yes, please.”
“At least for a little while,” Wren agreed.
“Oh, for sure,” Leah said. “We can have our own foursome… or whatever. But first I wanna watch the guys in action. Not to mention Brooke…”
I glanced over to see if she objected, and she looked like a deer in the headlights. She didn’t look scared, precisely, but overwhelmed by so much attention. Leah realized the same thing.
“Oh, hey, we’re probably rushing things,” she said. “This is all new, isn’t it, Brooke? Take your time.”
“Yeah,” Erin agreed. “Take all the time you need.”
Christy glanced at me and then darted a look at Brooke.
“Give us a second,” I said to the others. I moved closer to Brooke and leaned in. “Are you okay? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No, I do,” she said, a bit uncertainly. Then she moistened her lips. Her hand found mine, and I squeezed it to reassure her.
“Remember your safe word,” I said. “Say it and we’ll stop. Okay?”
She nodded with a bit more confidence.
“Ready to give it a try?” I asked.
She smiled shyly. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” I turned to the group and nodded.
“Our place?” Trip suggested. “It’s closest.”
He was thinking ahead, to his tube of K-Y. He normally wasn’t an ass-man, but he really wanted to get into Brooke’s.
That bothered me for some reason, and I thought about suggesting our place, if only to throw off his game. Brooke would be more comfortable there, and we had lube in our nightstand too. Unfortunately, we also had things I didn’t want anyone else to know about.
“Sure,” I said, “your place works.”
“Babe?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Wren agreed.
I squeezed Brooke’s hand again. She smiled at me sideways and then took a deep breath to steady herself. We started walking toward Trip and Wren’s bungalow, and the others followed in a loose gaggle.
“You’ll be fine once we get things going,” I told Brooke in a low voice.
“Yeah. Thanks for doing this.”
“My pleasure.”
“No, I mean… everything. Chris, the Retreat, the guys…”
“As long as you’re having fun.”
“I am.” She sounded surprised. Then she laughed, a release of tension more than anything. “I can’t believe we’re really gonna do it…”
I chuckled suggestively. “Oh, we’re gonna ‘do it,’ all right.”
“Make me airtight?”
My eyebrows ticked up.
“I’m like Chris, I guess. I normally just think these things, but they’re fun to say, too. And I’ve wanted this as long as I can remember. I just… never met the right guy.”
“Well, you found ’im,” I said. “Three of ’em, as a matter of fact.” I stopped at the door and waited for Trip.
“Go on in,” he said, “we’re right behind you.” He and Mark followed us into the living room.
“Bedroom?” I suggested.
Mark shook his head. “Not yet. Wait for the girls.”
They filed through the door, and the room seemed crowded with eight of us.
“Is this all right?” Leah asked. “I mean, we can leave you alone if you’d rather…” She gestured toward the bedroom.
“No, it’s fine,” Brooke said. She put on a brave face, although she didn’t let go of my hand. I squeezed it again.
“Cool,” Leah said. “And I swear, we aren’t just voyeurs. We’re on a fact-finding mission.” She puffed out her chest. Then she grinned and glanced at Wren, who actually blushed.
“Hold on…?” I said. “You wanna try this? With three guys?”
“Why not?” Wren said. “I like anal. Well, with the right guy.”
“Yeah, totally,” Leah agreed, and my eyebrows hit the ceiling. She laughed. “Oh, please.”
“But…,” I stammered, “I didn’t think… I mean…”
“You thought I didn’t like it? That Gina was the only one?” she teased. “No, I like it too. Well, I do now.” She smiled at Mark. “It’s kinda nice, especially with a guy who takes his time.”
“I’d’ve taken my time,” I grumbled.
“Yeah, for sure,” Mark said. “But… uh… I have a normal dick.”
“He means normal-sized,” Leah added quickly.
“Mine’s normal.”
“Yeah,” Christy said indignantly.
“She’s an expert,” Wren said. “She has a whole book of ’em. Dicks, dicks, and more dicks.”
Christy glared, but Wren only shrugged.
“No offense,” Mark said to me, “but you’re only ‘normal’ if you’re a horse.”
“What’s the matter with that?” Christy fired back. “I happen to like his horse-cock, thank you very much.”
Leah snorted, and Erin pursed her lips in silent amusement. Christy was normally demure, at least around other people. And she was so small that no one really believed her when she tried to act tough.
Trip surprised us with a laugh. “I wouldn’t mess with her if I were you,” he said to Mark. “She’s a bitty little thing, but she’s stronger’n she looks. And she grew up with five older brothers.”
“Exactly,” I added. “She could probably take you in a fair fight.”
Christy stuck out her chin and tried to look intimidating, a bunny rabbit with a vicious streak a mile wide.
“Not me,” Mark laughed. “I don’t wanna get my butt kicked by anyone, guy or girl. I’m just here to have fun.” He looked at Christy and bowed slightly. “I’m sorry. You’re right, Paul’s totally normal. I’m just jealous.”
“Don’t be,” Leah said. “I like yours better.” She added an apologetic shrug for my benefit.
“I dunno,” Erin said, “I kinda like a guy who’s packin’ something extra.”
“Yeah, but you’re a total size queen,” Leah laughed. “I can’t say I blame you, but still…”
“Who cares,” Wren said. “It isn’t the size of the boat—”
“—but the motion of the ocean,” Trip finished. “Oh, yeah, babe.”
“So true,” Mark said. Then he turned his charm on Brooke. “Well, what do you think? We’re a bunch of posers and perverts, but we’re yours if you want us.”
“When you put it like that,” Leah laughed, “she’d be crazy to refuse!”
“I know, right?” Christy said. Then she looked at Brooke. “You know you want to. How many times’ve you told me?”
“Like, a million-billion.”
“Exactly!”
We all fell silent and waited for Brooke. She wasn’t going to make the first move, so I released her hand and drew it toward my dick. It was still semi-hard, and I made it twitch. She laughed in genuine amusement, and her determination solidified. She gripped my shaft and began stroking.
Trip moved in. He lifted her chin and kissed her.
“Ladies,” Leah said in the background, “that’s our cue. Have a seat.”
The love seat was big enough for three of them, and Wren sank into the chair. The room seemed a lot less crowded all of a sudden.
Mark swept Brooke’s ponytail aside and planted a kiss on her shoulder. She moaned and kissed Trip harder. Then she groped with her free hand for Mark’s dick. She let out a little gasp of surprise when she realized how hard it was.
Sometimes I envied him, especially his ability to get an erection on command. I was no slouch in the hard-on department, but it took longer than when I was a teenager. I chuckled wryly and reminded myself that twenty-one was hardly an old man.
Hey! Focus! the little head snapped.
I laughed again. Your wish is my command.
Don’t start that crap with me, he said testily. I’m not Wren.