“Then hurry up and do it.”
“Patience, my dear, patience.”
“He knows what he’s doing,” Christy said.
“Mmm hmm,” I agreed. “And right now, I’m taking my girlfriend to bed.”
“Fine,” Wren said, a tad ungraciously.
“Don’t be upset, Wren.” Christy swam into her arms. Then she whispered something in her ear, and Wren’s eyes lit up.
“You mean it?”
Christy nodded.
“Okay. Then I’ll wait.”
Christy beamed and spontaneously kissed her. She was still smiling as she stood and reached for my hand.
Trip’s eyes tracked her small, firm breasts in the glow from the single light by the patio door.
Wait till you see the rest, I thought at him, and his expression made me smile as Christy climbed from the tub and picked her way down the snowy steps. I shot him a grin, hopped out, and grabbed the next towel from the stack.
“Don’t stay up too late,” I said to the couple in the tub. “Breakfast at eight o’clock? Slopes by nine?”
“Sounds good,” Trip said. “We’ll be ready.”
Christy stopped me before I could turn on the bedroom light.
“Why?”
“Let’s watch,” she whispered. Then she crept across to the bed and climbed onto the pillows, where she could peer out the window.
“So you’re a voyeur now?” I chuckled.
“You mean you hadn’t figured that out? You seem to know everything else about me.”
“No, not everything. You still have some secrets.”
She gave me a smug smile and watched over her shoulder as I shed my towel. I joined her on the bed and tugged her own towel loose. Then I held her hips and pressed my semi-hard cock against her ass. She shivered.
“Cold?”
“Uh-uh. Hot. And tingly. Every time you touch me.”
“Mmm, good.” I kissed her shoulder. Curly tendrils of damp hair tickled my nose as I kissed my way up to her ear. Then I set my face beside hers and followed her eyes. We looked down at the patio and hot tub.
“They aren’t doing anything,” she said. “Just talking.”
“Too bad.”
“Yeah. Hold on, are you making fun of me?”
“A little,” I admitted.
“So it’s okay for you to be an exhibitionist, but I can’t be a voyeur?”
“That isn’t what I mean,” I said automatically. Then I thought about what I did mean. “I guess it’s part of learning more about you,” I said eventually.
“I mean, I thought of you as a prude for so long that I can’t help but tease you when I realize how wrong I was.”
“Very wrong,” she said without looking away from the couple below.
“I’ve always liked sex. I’m just very private about it.”
“I’m glad you’re letting me see the real you.”
“The real me has been here all along,” she said. “You were just too prejudiced to see.”
“Prejudiced? How?”
“Against Catholics. We aren’t puritans.”
“True. But you still have some major hangups.”
“One major hangup.”
“Fair enough, but it’s a big one.”
“So? You said you’re willing to wait, as long as we do everything else.”
She turned and looked at me. “Or were you just saying that to humor me?
Now who’s the hypocrite?”
“Note to self,” I said with a chuckle, “don’t argue with Birdy. She’ll beat you with your own words.”
“Exactly.”
I chuckled again and tried to kiss her cheek.
She avoided me. “You still haven’t answered the question.”
“No, I wasn’t just saying it to humor you. I’m willing to wait, for real.”
“Good.” She gave me a quick kiss and looked out the window again. Trip and Wren were still talking, but she was playing with him under the water.
“So,” I said conversationally, “you like watching people fool around.”
“Doesn’t everyone? I mean, isn’t that why people watch pornos?”
“What about you?”
She shifted nervously. “What about me?”
“Do you watch them? I mean, how else would you know who John Holmes is?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied.
“You know that isn’t going to work.”
“Ugh! I hate when you do that.”
“Mmm hmm. Get used to it, I guess.”
“Like I have a choice!” She wasn’t really upset, so I started nibbling her ear. She sighed and closed her eyes.
“So, tell me,” I said softly. “What have you seen?”
“I don’t know why I even bother trying to hide things from you. You find out everything anyway.”
“Yep. Still, I’ll let you off the hook… this time.” I pressed my erection into her ass and then reached between her legs. “How ’bout if I get us in the mood instead?”
“I’m always in the mood where you’re concerned,” she said. Sure enough, her pussy was hot and very slippery.
I teased her hooded clit until I felt it swell with arousal. Then I lubricated my middle fingers and slid them down either side of it. She groaned and leaned back against me. I watched the couple below as I slowly fingered her.
Wren had straddled Trip and was riding him with her arms around his neck.
“She’s fucking him,” I told Christy softly.
“Oh my gosh, let me see!” Her breath immediately fogged the window.
“No fair! You knew that would happen.”
“Relax. You’ll have plenty of chances to see them have sex. Trust me.”
“‘Trust me,’ he says.” She gave a small snort. “Every time you say that, I get pulled in deeper.”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“I don’t know. You’re like quicksand.”
“No, I’m just leading you where you want to go anyway.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Her breathing grew heavy as I vibrated my fingers on her clit. “You know just… what to say… to get me… to do…
whatever… you want. Unh! That’s it. Right there.”
I rubbed my slippery fingers over her clit and pulled back the hood to expose it. Then I cupped her breast with my left hand and tweaked her nipple.
Her body tensed with mounting pleasure.
I pinched her nipple and ground my hips against hers. My erection nestled in the warm crack of her ass, and she moaned as another tremor shook her.
She touched my left hand and insistently moved it higher, to her collarbone.
Then she rolled her head back and exposed her throat. My fingers closed around the soft flesh of her neck, and she reacted like I’d touched her with a live wire.
I gave her throat an experimental squeeze. She moaned and begged me to do it harder. I didn’t want to hurt her or leave a mark, but she obviously enjoyed it. So I squeezed again, harder, and she rewarded me with a soft cry.
At the same time a wave of heat and moisture flooded her pussy.
I gripped her throat and held her body against mine as the current of ecstasy flowed through her. She didn’t move or even breathe as her orgasm reached a peak, held there, and then slowly receded. For a moment I worried that she’d passed out, but then she let out her breath and went limp. Her head lolled toward me, and I felt her breathing slowly return to normal as she came to her senses.
“Oh my gosh,” she said softly, “they just keep getting better.”
“They’re supposed to get better,” I said with a chuckle. “Especially as we get to know each other.”
“But it’s never been like this before. It’s like you’re inside my head.”
“I am inside your head.”
“I know. And part of me is really scared.”
“But the rest of you…?”
“Is buzzing. And happy. And wondering what else you’re going to do to me.”
“You’d run screaming if you knew.”
“There you go again, thinking you know me.”
Trip and Wren were still on Eastern time, so they were up before us. Wren made Denver omelets for three and another for Christy without the ham.