Christy snorted.
“What?”
“He doesn’t use words like that,” she said. “Trip, I mean.” She imitated him perfectly, “Did y’all have a double-header without me, the star pitcher?”
“Wow, you even know how he talks!”
“It’s a trick she does,” Brooke said. “Uncanny, isn’t it?”
“No kidding.”
“Wait till she imitates you.”
“Wait till she imitates you,” Christy said in the same tone and cadence.
Leah’s eyebrows rose.
Christy affected a soft southern accent and said to Brooke, “Come on, let’s do this. You have a midnight liaison.”
“Do I really sound like that?” Leah said.
We all nodded.
“Oh, God! I’ll never be on TV with that accent.”
“It isn’t so bad,” Christy said.
“It isn’t,” Brooke agreed. “Nothing like I used to sound.”
Christy did a Texas twang, “Get along now, li’l missy, t’ yer secret ron-day-voo.”
“I didn’t sound like that and you know it,” Brooke said in her normal California voice. “Besides, you know I hate it when you do that.”
Christy nodded smugly. Then she beamed, and Brooke shook her head in defeat. She did her best not to smile but lost that battle too.
“You know you love me,” Christy said.
“I do,” Brooke said. “I don’t know why, but I do.”
“Leah’s right,” I said, if only to move things along. “You’d better get going. Mark’s waiting for you.”
“He’s probably jerking off,” Leah laughed.
“Hurry!” Christy urged. “Before it’s too late.”
Brooke suffered a wave of doubt.
“Oh, please,” Christy said, serious again. “You know you want to. You can do this.”
“Easy for you to say,” Brooke muttered.
“Easy for you to do. Just walk in there and tell him you need a good, hard you-know-what.”
“Fucking,” I supplied, and Leah grinned at the byplay. “Want me to go with you?” I asked Brooke.
“Yes.” She caught Christy’s disapproval and reversed herself. “No, I can do it.” She took a deep breath and muttered, “I need more alcohol.”
“Oh,” Leah said brightly, “Mark has some.” Then her smile turned guilty. “We… um… have a secret stash.”
“The good stuff?” I said. “Yeah, we do too.” In our case it was convenience—I didn’t want to traipse across the patio at midnight if Christy simply wanted a nightcap.
Brooke hitched her bag higher on her shoulder. “Here I go. Hope I don’t chicken out between here and there.”
Leah opened the door and belatedly reached for the light switch. I tried to stop her, but it was too late. The porch fell into darkness, and light from inside spilled out. A snarky part of me wanted to suggest a bullhorn.
It didn’t matter. No one was spying on us. Trip and Wren were probably in bed with Erin already. They’d gone to their separate bungalows, but I was pretty sure Erin had snuck over, just like Leah had done.
“Have fun,” Christy was saying to Brooke. “I can’t wait to hear all about it.”
Brooke nodded, accepted a hug of encouragement, and walked into the night. Leah thrust her head out and looked both ways, in case anyone still didn’t know that we were up to something. She pulled back quickly and closed the door.
“Just checking. The coast was clear.”
I chuckled. “You need to work on your cloak-and-dagger skills.”
“What? Why? Never mind. You’re probably right, especially if I wanna recruit the next Deep Throat.”
“Mmm,” Christy said dreamily, “you said ‘deep throat.’”
Leah frowned before she understood. Then she laughed, and it was Christy’s turn to frown.
“What’s so funny?”
“She was talking about Watergate,” I explained. “You’re talking about fellatio.”
“Mmm, you said ‘fellatio.’”
Leah grinned.
“She has a one-track mind,” I added dryly.
“I noticed!” Leah’s dark eyes glinted with a smile before her expression sobered. “But… d’you mind if I shower first? I didn’t have time earlier, and I’d like to get cleaned up. I smell like chlorine. And… um… I don’t want a five o’clock shadow.” She looked at Christy. “I hate to ask, but d’you mind if I borrow your razor?’
“Why don’t you join her,” I suggested to Christy. “Then you can help.”
“That’d be awesome,” Leah said. “Would you?”
“Oh my gosh, yes!”
* * *
A cloud of steam billowed out of the bathroom and into the hall. The edge rolled under the lintel and into the bedroom. Wisps crawled along the ceiling, and a practical part of me wondered if the builders had used green board in the bathroom. They probably had, although I was sure they’d used regular white board for the hall and bedroom ceilings.
Seriously? the little head said. Drywall?
Hey, water intrusion is a serious thing.
Silence.
Yeah, I know, I sighed. Focus. I rolled to my feet and called to the girls, “I probably know the answer, but did you—?”
Christy appeared in the bedroom door. She wore a towel turban, a smile, and nothing else. Leah slid into place beside her, five inches taller but dressed the same. She would’ve been slender compared to anyone else, but she looked soft and curvy next to Christy.
Their skin glowed with a sheen of steam. Christy’s was caramel, while Leah’s was a darker version of her normal café au lait. Their breasts were firm and about the same size, capped with chocolate nipples. Leah’s pussy was smooth and perfect, her labia slightly darker than the rest of her. Christy’s was tan with a hint of pink, from arousal, the shower, or both.
“Save any hot water for me?” I finished weakly. “Never mind, I’ll take a cold one.”
Christy pretended to pout. “You don’t wanna play with us?”
“I do, but I wanna shower too. And…” I winked at Leah. “I have my own five o’clock shadow. You want me nice and smooth, don’t you?”
Her dark eyes flashed with anticipation.
“Oh, I suppose,” Christy said in mock-resignation. She grinned over her shoulder and said in her belle voice, “What evah shall we do?”
“You have to teach me how to do that,” Leah laughed.
“It’s easy. Just imagine who you want to sound like.”
“Sure, easy,” Leah said with lighthearted sarcasm.
“Good luck,” I told her. “Christy has a couple of advantages she isn’t telling you about.”
Christy herself frowned in consternation.
“Like perfect pitch?” I said.
“Oh, that. I thought you meant—”
“Perfect what?” Leah said.
“I’ll let her explain,” I said. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies…”
They slid apart, and I moved between them. I didn’t intentionally fondle either of them, but my penis brushed Christy’s hip, and my arm touched Leah’s breast.
“Sorry about that,” I said insincerely.
“Uh-huh,” they said in unison.
“Jinx!” Christy said. “You owe me a Coke.”
“You mean, ‘Jinx, you owe me a cock,’” Leah quipped.
“I know, right?”
“Hold that thought,” I told them as I stepped into the bathroom. “We’ll be right back.”
“We?” Leah teased.
“Him and Mr. Big,” Christy said.
“Oh, that’s right!”
I showered as quickly as I could. The water wasn’t freezing—the supply wasn’t very cold to begin with, and the water heater added a few degrees before it arrived at the nozzle—but it wasn’t my idea of pleasant. Still, I dutifully ran a razor over my pubes until they were baby-smooth.
I dried off and used the towel to rub some heat into my limbs. Then I checked myself in the mirror and decided that “shy turtle” wasn’t my best look, especially with no pubic hair to hide it. So I took a minute to coax my penis and testicles out of hibernation. Then I stepped into the hall and leaned against the bedroom door.