"Good idea. Thanks, Mama." Damian’s look said the comment was more than casual.
Louise smiled and nodded. "Hurry up — we need to be at the hospital soon." Damian nodded and headed out.
An hour later, Beth met them at the hospital, driving a minivan borrowed from Candace. She was wearing an open blouse and shorts over her bathing suit. Louise was wearing similar, lugging a big antipasto salad; Damian had opted for a sweat suit and Terence for baggy shorts and a muscle shirt — both over swim trunks… "Boys, this is Beth," Louise announced.
Both Carter boys gave Beth a visual exam — which she failed, she could tell. "You’re a member of this group, then?" Terence asked.
"Yes."
"So…"
"I’m available, yes."
Terence nodded, thoughtful. Damian could read his mind; the thought process was running something like, 'If this is it… ' Damian held his peace, merely nodding a greeting; he figured it was better to get a look at the whole selection, rather than judging the whole deal off the first bitch they laid eyes on…
Louise was beside herself. "Terence! Boy, that’s just RUDE! Would you treat ME like that?"
"Uh, no, Ma’am," Terence replied. Shifting his attention to Beth, he added, "Sorry."
"It’s all right," Beth replied — but clearly it wasn’t.
Louise took the front passenger seat; the boys the second row. Louise’s first order of business was a good scolding, "You boys better show some manners! The secret to this kind of thing is to be polite and easygoing — nobody wants to have somebody who acts snobby and insulting around! I went out on a limb for you two with this bunch, and we’re guests; you two need to be on your best behavior! We already covered this — the women in this group are MY age, not YOURS! They ain’t gonna be swimsuit models! On the other hand, girls your age are more concerned about how they look than about getting a good fuck — sorry, Beth — but women MY age are more interested in dick AND they know what they’re doing! Take your pick!"
Beth giggled, something oddly girlish. "She’s right, you know. Most girls your age…"
Terence sucked the harangue in, frowning, trying to integrate it with what he was seeing and adjust his expectations. Damian took it calmly, "Yes, Ma’am."
The harangue allowed Beth to drive the group somewhat out of the way without anyone remarking on it, which was a blessing. Now, Beth started piloting them toward Candace’s house via side streets, as planned. Louise looked around, flicked a glance at Beth, and settled back; she knew what was going on. "I’m sorry, Beth." Turning around, she let fly again. "Beth is a friend of mine — and without her, you wouldn’t be here. The group isn’t particularly happy with her for opening the door to you — she stuck her neck out a yard, and thus far it hasn’t been NEAR worth it to her! You owe her, BIG time!"
"Sorry, Ma’am," Terence pushed out, aimed at Beth. "I didn’t mean nothin'."
Beth sighed. "Well, it’s not the first time I’ve been passed over at first sight…"
Louise shook her head. "I see I’ve been fucking up. You two need to learn that if you pick your pussy out of catalogues you’ll be sticking your dick into trouble!"
"Mama," Damian murmured mildly. "Why are you cussin' like a sailor?"
Louise sighed. "I’m trying to make a point, and I’ve only got a short time to do it in — so I’m emphasizing things…" She flicked a glance at Terence.
"Okay, we get it — don’t we, Big Bro?"
"Yeh." But Terence’s expression said no.
Damian held up a hand to his mother and said quietly to Terence. "Mama is sayin' that you don’t judge a book by its cover. In this case, the hotter a chick looks, the more likely she’s gonna be a pain in the ass. If you think about it, she’s right. We need to not be acting like snobs, here, and remember it’s our dicks that are getting handled. You want a piece of ass that looks good, or one that FUCKS good?"
"Both would be nice," Terence grunted.
"Yeah, well, you might only get to pick one," Damian replied mildly. "We’re here to fuck, Bro, not judge a beauty contest — or, at least I am…"
"Awright, awright…"
"Besides, she’s got nice hooters…"
"Yeh." Sitting on the passenger side, Terence had a better view. Beth DID have some big-ass tits. "You got nice, uh…" Terence started before realizing that he was sticking his foot in his mouth.
Beth glanced up in the rearview mirror, divined the source of the comment, and accepted it in the spirit that it was given, "Why, thank you! Terence, isn’t it?"
"Yes, Ma’am."
"Call me Beth, Sweetie. In our group, we feel it’s best to paper over age differences. You’re all men, and we’re all women — equal footing. Understand?"
"Uh, yes, Beth," Terence got out. Damian snickered quietly, and got a glare from his mother.
"Would you like to see more?" Beth pulled up at a stop sign and deliberately tugged her swimsuit top down to her midriff, exposing her breasts. "How’s this?" She turned in the seat to face him.
Terence’s eyes popped. "That’s…" He swallowed loudly. "Real nice…"
Beth dimpled, but turned around to face front and drive. "Maybe you’ll feel them up for me, later…"
"Uh huh…" Terence turned bugged eyes on his brother. The message had sunk home — this was no bullshit! They were going to see — and fuck — real pussy! Turning his attention back to Beth, he croaked, "I’ll be sure to!"
"Oh, goody!" Beth exclaimed. The brothers shared an incredulous glance. Damian hadn’t seen it all very well, but Terence was lathered up, so it must have been nice…
"How much longer?" Louise asked.
Beth noticed the word choice — longer, instead of farther — and replied, "Just a couple of minutes." No need to mess around any further … Moments later, they pulled into Candace’s driveway. Beth re-seated her swimsuit top and announced, "This is it!"
Beth suddenly realized that the introductions hadn’t really been planned for, so she made a judgment calclass="underline" "I think the guys are probably out back at the pool — why don’t you two go through the gate there to meet them and I’ll take your mother to meet the girls?"
The boys nodded and headed for the gate; Beth waved Louise toward the front door. "I may have just goofed up, but we didn’t talk about it…"
"Well, it probably works," Louise offered. "After all, they’re probably acquainted — and we aren’t. That makes it a one step at a time thing…"
Beth nodded and opened the door.
Damian was the first through the gate. Three guys looked up from poolside; Damian only really recognized one of them. "Hi, Rick."
"Damian." Rick got up and walked over, offering his hand. Damian took it; both of them were wary.
Terence recognized Rick, too — and he recognized Lon Carpenter! This was just a little bit embarrassing to him; Lon was one of the few guys that Terence considered hot — and therefore one of the few guys that Terence had checked out in the shower…
But Lon didn’t know that, so it didn’t keep him from greeting Terence heartily, "Hey, Terence." Lon, too, stuck out his hand; Terence took it, gingerly.
Keeping his eyes averted, Terence murmured, "This is kinda weird…"
"Yeah," Lon agreed. "Well, hey, let’s just deal with it, okay? This is Toby…"
Terence eyed the guy; he didn’t look like much — kind of thin, eyeglasses. "Hey."
Toby stuck out his hand and Terence took it for form’s sake. Nobody was surprised. Damian went through the motions, too, with more enthusiasm and fewer preconceived notions, "I’m Damian."