“And I’m glad you’re finally showing your true self. I think you still hold back a lot—”
“I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”
“You aren’t. But I think you have some really kinky fantasies, and you’re beginning to realize that I like that sort of thing. No, I love it. I love you.
Period. Full stop. End of discussion.”
“Thank you. I love you too.” She kissed me, and her hunger flared. She tightened her arms around my neck and pressed her body to mine. “Oh, boy,”
she said. “Now I’m really drunk. That last one did it.”
“That last one? Not the ones before it?”
“Maybe.” She moistened her lips. “But now I’m ready for a different
drink. Something… creamier.”
“Ah,” I laughed, “there’s my flirty girl!”
“Mmm, no.” She grinned when my eyebrows rose. “This is horny girl.
And she needs a penis in her mouth. Do you know where she can find one?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Oh, goody! But horny girl is really horny. She might need it more than once.”
I laughed and kissed her. “Horny girl can suck my cock as many times as she wants.”
“Mmm, you said cock. I love how it feels in my mouth.”
“Then by all means, let’s get started.” I gently disentangled us and moved to a chair.
Christy knelt between my legs and rested her arms on my thighs. She skipped her usual foreplay and went straight to sucking. She wasn’t in a hurry, though, so I relaxed and settled back to enjoy a slow, sensual blowjob.
Trip and Wren arrived the next evening after dinner. Christy and I were lingering over a bottle of wine when we heard the door open.
“Hello? Anyone home?” Trip called.
“Yeah, in here! C’mon in.”
He almost ran me over as I rounded the corner. His parka and stocking cap were dusted with snow.
“Hey! Good to see you,” I said. “Glad you made it safe and sound.
Lemme put on my coat and I’ll help you unload.”
Wren stomped in with a swirl of snow.
I gave her a quick hug and then grabbed my things from the pegs by the door. “Warm up by the stove,” I told her. “Trip and I will unload. Bathroom is on your left if you need it.”
“I’ll give her a tour,” Christy said.
Trip and I talked as we brought their suitcases inside. They’d had a decent trip, albeit a long one. They had stocked up on alcohol, though. We carried in a half-case of wine, another of champagne, and a couple of bottles of whiskey, along with several bags of groceries. The girls went to work unloading in the kitchen while Trip and I hauled in more firewood.
“Looks like a nice place,” he said as we shed our outerwear.
“Yeah. Solid construction.” I grabbed a suitcase and led the way upstairs.
“It has good insulation, but sound travels inside. Just FYI.”
“How’s the hot tub?” he asked as we set the bags in the master bedroom.
“Still haven’t tried it. It should be ready, though.”
“Hold on a sec.” He drew me back into the room. “I’m supposed to ask about you and Christy. Sorry, man. Wren’s… really eager. What do you want me to tell her?”
“Not to rush us.”
“I know that,” he said in a pained tone, “and you know that, but this is Wren we’re talking about.”
I chuckled darkly. “Yeah, I know. And you’re caught in the middle.”
“I wouldn’t mind being in the middle, but it sounds like she isn’t ready yet.”
“Who isn’t?” Wren asked from the top of the stairs.
“Told you,” I said to Trip, “sound travels.”
He looked appropriately annoyed.
“Who isn’t ready?” Wren repeated as she and Christy joined us.
“She isn’t,” I said.
“Ready for what?” Christy asked.
“A hot tub orgy.”
“Oh my gosh!”
Wren glared at me.
“Oh, was I supposed to be subtle? I forget sometimes. If only someone would tell me.”
“I bet you think you’re funny,” she said dryly.
“Hilarious,” I agreed. I walked around the bed and put an arm around her.
“We all love you, and I don’t know what we’d do without you, but you need to chill out.” I plowed ahead before she could say something snarky. “Have you eaten yet?”
“No,” Trip said. “We were waiting till we got here.”
“Okay, so you’re hungry.”
“Starving,” he agreed.
“And you could probably use a drink.”
Wren looked at me suspiciously but nodded.
“Then we can check out the hot tub and talk about the orgy.”
Christy’s eyes turned the size of saucers.
“I’m kidding,” I told her. “But not really. We can talk about it,” I added to Wren, “but it isn’t going to happen.”
She took the hint and nodded.
“Do you wanna settle in first,” I asked, “or get something to eat?”
She looked at Trip. “Eat?”
“Please.”
“Awesome,” I said. “Christy made enough casserole for an army, so we have plenty of food. We can throw together a salad, open another bottle of wine, and you can tell us how your dad’s doing.”
Trip and Wren wanted some time to digest after they’d eaten, so we opened another bottle of wine and moved to the living room. Christy curled up next to me on the couch—the one her father hoped I was sleeping on—while Trip settled at the other end. Wren sat on the floor and warmed her feet by the stove. We chatted about Christmas and our families for a while, until I changed the subject to what we’d all been thinking.
“So, are we ready for the tub? The water should be nice and hot by now.”
“Oh, God, that sounds awesome,” Wren said. Then she actually looked to me for a cue. “We brought our suits. Do we—? Oh, please! Don’t look so surprised. I’m trying to be considerate.”
“I know. I just didn’t expect it.” I glanced down at Christy. “What do you think?”
Trip and Wren turned to look at her too, and she fell silent at the sudden attention.
“Maybe suits,” I said after a moment.
Christy blushed. “I… um… didn’t actually bring one.”
“Ha! Okay. Are you comfortable being a nudist tonight? We’re among friends.”
She took a deep breath, drained her glass, and nodded. “Just keep the wine flowing.”
Wren and I spoke at the same time: “Absolutely.” “Will do.”
“Hold on,” I said, “whose girlfriend is she?”
“Mine,” she said without missing a beat. “I just let you think she’s yours.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mmm hmm. Besides, she was mine first anyway.”
“Hey,” Christy protested, “don’t I have a say in this? I mean, I’m the girlfriend in question.”
“Okay. So, whose are you?” I prompted.
“Yours,” she said immediately. Then she half-winced. “And… um…
maybe hers too?”
“Fine by me. What do you think, Wren?”
“I’m willing to share.”
“You can have her every other weekend,” I said, “and two weeks in the summer.”
Christy squawked.
“Three weeks in the summer,” Wren said, “and visiting rights the rest of the time.”
“Supervised visits only. I mean, I wanna watch, at least. And maybe join in.”
“I can live with that,” Wren said.
Christy held her head. “Oh my gosh. I’m gonna need a lot more wine.”
“Allow me.” Trip extended the bottle and emptied it into her glass.
“Dealing with these two is thirsty work.”
“You can say that again.”
“I usually let them fight it out,” he told her. “It’s better that way. Less hassle. They haven’t killed each other yet, so…”
“Lucky for us,” Christy said.
“I guess,” he agreed.
Wren and I looked at each other in growing amusement.
“I wonder if they’d miss us if we were gone,” I said.