Wren handed Trip a glass and then poured one for me. She passed it across the tub and finally picked up her own glass. I watched her breasts and remembered them bouncing under me as I fucked her. They disappeared under the bubbles as she sank into the water and settled close to Trip.
“What should we toast to?” she said.
“Hot tub orgy?” I suggested.
“Oh my gosh!”
Wren rolled her eyes, but they glittered with amusement.
“How ’bout we toast to good friends?” Trip said.
“And better lovers,” I added.
“The best,” Wren agreed.
“Hold on,” Christy said before we could raise our glasses. “What about me?”
“What about you?” Wren said.
“Don’t I need to say something?”
“Go ahead,” I said.
She blushed. “I can’t think of anything.”
I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
She frowned and shook her head.
“Just say it. When it’s your turn.” I nodded to Trip, who raised his glass.
“To good friends.”
“Better lovers.”
“The best.”
“And me!” She turned rosy, and not just from the heat of the water. “Oh my gosh.”
The rest of us laughed and clinked our glasses. Christy immediately drained half of hers.
“Okay,” I said slowly, “I guess we need to figure out how this is gonna work.”
She cringed. “I’m afraid to ask. What?”
“How we’re going to share you. One at a time? Pairs? All three at once?”
Her eyes grew very large. Then she gulped, emptied her wineglass, and held it out to Wren. “More, please.”
“You’re scaring her, Paul.” Wren emptied the bottle. “Don’t worry,” she added to Christy, “I’ll protect you.”
“You’re as bad as he is,” she said. “I think I need Trip to protect me.”
“Oh, no, not me. I wanna fuck you too.”
She squeaked and sank into the water up to her nose. Her eyes darted to each of us. Then she disappeared completely, with only her small hand and wineglass above the water.
“Was it something I said?” Trip laughed.
“No, she’s just being dramatic,” Wren said. “She does this sometimes.”
“Yeah, you’re cool,” I said. “She isn’t really ready for an orgy, but she’s getting there.”
She surfaced, blinked water from her eyes, and took a drink of wine. “I know you’re talking about me,” she said before she took a breath and
submerged again.
Wren and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“She’s a lot more fun when she’s been drinking,” Trip said.
“She’s pretty fun when she hasn’t,” Wren told him.
“Yeah,” I said, “but she still tries to be the good Catholic girl sometimes.”
“She’s getting better,” Wren said.
“True. But we’re still taking baby steps. That’s why I told you she isn’t ready for more in front of Trip. Sorry, dude.”
“It’s cool. Wren told me. Besides, she takes good care of me.” He smiled at her. “Isn’t that right?” He cleared his throat. “I said, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Of course I’ll take care of you.”
He leaned back and smiled indulgently. “Then we’re good.”
“Right before I visit Paul and Christy,” Wren added.
“Still good.”
“For a wild threesome.”
“No problem. All good.”
“Maybe all night.”
“Mmm hmm,” he agreed. “Good, good.”
“You see? This is why I love you.” She kissed him. “One of many, many reasons.”
“I’ll give you twelve more later.”
Her eyebrows flew up. “Twelve?”
“Well, six and six.”
“Ha! You’re on!”
Christy surfaced and looked at us suspiciously. “Are you still talking about me?”
“Sort of,” I said. “Trip wants to make sure Wren takes care of him before she joins us tonight.”
“Oh my gosh. Tell me when it’s safe.” She took a deep breath and went under, although she surfaced again almost immediately. “Need sustenance first.” She drained the wine and then waved the glass at Wren. “This seems to be empty. Fix it for me?”
“My pleasure,” Wren laughed. She took the glass, and Christy disappeared under the water.
“She’s in a goofy mood tonight,” Trip said.
“Her brother does the same thing,” I said. “He jokes about things that make him nervous. It’s all right. She’ll be fine.”
“You know her better than I do.”
“You’d think,” I said, although I looked down at her shape below the bubbling water. I rubbed her back and silently reassured her.
She came up again. “Is it safe?”
“It’s safe, Little Bit. We’ll behave.”
“We promise,” Wren added.
“Okay. But only if you pinky swear.”
Wren held out her hand, and the girls linked their little fingers.
“I solemnly swear to behave,” Wren intoned. Then she grinned and added, “As long as we’re in the hot tub. All bets are off once we’re in bed together.”
Christy looked up at me with wide blue eyes. “You’ll protect me, won’t you?”
“I won’t let her do anything you don’t want her to.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
I pulled her close.
“She’s pushy, you know,” she said. “She makes me do things. Naughty things.”
“Naughty things?” I teased.
“Mmm hmm. Very naughty. I can’t even describe them.”
Wren and I shared a grin.
Christy stretched toward my ear and stage-whispered, “The kind of things Sister Prune warned us about.”
“Well,” I chuckled, “if Sister Prune disapproves, then you should definitely do them.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say.”
Wren burst into laughter and crossed the tub to kiss her. “God, I love you.”
Christy put her hand on my thigh to steady herself. I moved it to my cock.
She squeaked in surprise before her fingers closed around it.
“What?” Wren said.
“His penis,” Christy said with a faux-fearful look. “He put my hand on it.
And… he has an erection.”
Wren laughed and kissed her again. Christy surrendered to it, although she held on to my growing manhood.
“He does that,” Wren said. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you.”
“No, you can’t,” Christy said immediately. “He’s my boyfriend. I have to
do what he says.”
“And I’m your girlfriend. So you have to do what I say too.”
Trip sipped his wine and watched with growing amusement.
“Uh-uh. That isn’t how it works,” Christy said. “I can only have one master.”
“Oh, please,” Wren said. “You don’t need a master.”
“I know,” Christy said with a grin, “but it’s fun to pretend.”
“Not about that.”
“Maybe not for you, but I kinda like it. Besides, he’s a really good one.”
Wren rolled her eyes.
“What?” Christy said. “He lets me have a girlfriend.”
“He doesn’t ‘let’ you do anything. You’re a free woman.”
“I know. But you do what works for you, and I’ll do what works for me.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Trip said.
Wren shot him a glare. “Whose side are you on?”
“Right now,” he chuckled, “the side that won’t get me yelled at.”
“That’d be mine, dude.”
“And mine,” Christy agreed. Then she realized what she’d said. “No—! I mean—! Oh my gosh, I should stop talking now.”
“Nah, you’re safe,” he said. “For the time being. Can’t promise anything about Wren—she’s a free woman and all—but you don’t have to worry about me.”