“Not pink?”
“No, Miss Dirty Mind. It’s red. And he’s partial to brunettes, which is kind of strange, seeing as how I’m blonde. He doesn’t like pubic hair, though, of any color. He’s very happy without his own, as a matter of fact.
Handsome, too.”
Wren arched an eyebrow in amusement, and I could see her wondering how far Christy was going to take it.
“He’s very tidy,” she continued. “He doesn’t make a mess unless I want him to. He likes to spend time in warm, wet places. I used to think he wasn’t picky, but now I realize he is. Very.”
“We’re still talking about Paul’s dick, aren’t we?”
“His penis, yes. He likes his proper name, although sometimes I call him Mr. Big. He especially likes that. I have plans to call him Mr. Good Thing, but I’m not sure when.”
I waited for Wren to figure it out and then explained when she didn’t.
“Good things come in small packages.”
“And she’s the ‘small package.’ Ah, okay.” She laughed. “She’s always been goofy about dicks. Excuse me, penises. Has she shown you her sketchbook yet?”
Christy froze.
“No,” I said. “And I haven’t mentioned it either. But we’ll probably talk about it when we get home.”
“I… don’t know what you’re talking about,” Christy lied.
“Right,” I deadpanned. Then I kissed her ear and said softly, “We’re going to have lots of discussions about penises. Peter’s, Simon’s, and the other three. Plus all the rest in your sketchbook.”
“A-all the rest?”
“Mmm hmm. But mostly mine. Long conversations.”
She swallowed hard.
“Right now, though, Wren needs to say a few words to Mr. Big.”
“Only if it’s all right with her,” Wren said.
“If I had to guess,” I told her, “she’s scared and excited. Scared because she’s never shared her boyfriend, but excited because she likes to watch.”
“You know me so well,” Christy said in a small voice.
“We do, my love.” Wren leaned forward and kissed her. “Now, do you mind if I suck your boyfriend’s dick?”
“I… don’t mind.”
“And will you eat my pussy?”
“Mmm, yes, please.”
I patted Christy’s hip. “Come on, Little Bit. Let her slide to the middle.
She can prop her head up and you can get between her legs.”
“Yes, sir.”
Wren slid into position and pulled Christy down for a kiss. “I love you.”
Christy shot me a nervous glance before she said, “I love you too.”
“For a while I thought I’d lost you,” Wren said.
“No. I didn’t like you for a while. That’s all. I still love you.”
“I’m glad.”
“Me too,” Christy said.
They kissed, tenderly at first, but with growing passion.
“Oh my God,” Wren said after, “you don’t know how much I’ve missed this, just feeling your body against mine.”
“Mmm, me too,” Christy said. “And I’ve missed these.” She cupped Wren’s breasts and captured a nipple. She sucked hard and released it with a little pop. Wren squirmed as she did the same to the other.
I sat back on my heels and jerked off slowly. The two girls were enjoying themselves in their own little world and I didn’t want to intrude.
Christy licked and sucked Wren’s nipples for a long time before she moved between her legs. She spread her pussy and teased her clit, and Wren moaned deep in her throat. Then Christy slid a hand between her own legs and started playing with herself. My imagination went into overdrive as I wondered what it would be like to fuck her from behind.
Good things come to those who wait, I reminded myself.
Oh, yeah? my penis said. Well, this “good thing” wants to come.
Preferably inside someone. Christy, Wren, the sunglasses girl, I don’t care.
You’re supposed to be picky, remember?
I just want some pussy! Is that too much to ask?
All in good time, my friend.
Some friend you are, he grumbled.
You want a hand or not? I shot back.
Fine. Gimme the hand.
I suppressed a chuckle and started stroking again. I wanted to hold off until Wren was ready to come, so I tried to pace myself. I was so preoccupied that I almost missed it. Christy did something and Wren went from simmer to boil in about fifteen seconds.
I moved toward Wren and stroked furiously. She cried out in surprise when the first blast of semen hit her nipple. It left a pearly trail down her breast and into the valley between them. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to congratulate myself on my aim. I spurted again, thicker and stronger than the first. I swayed from the intensity of it and gave up trying to aim the rest.
I barely finished shooting before Wren arched her back and groaned. Her whole body strained as the orgasm held her in its grip, until she finally fell back and panted from the force of it.
Christy crawled forward and stretched toward me. She captured the tip of my cock and sucked out the last trickle of semen. Then she returned her
attention to Wren. She held her hair out of the way and began licking up the drops. Wren’s breathing had almost returned to normal by the time Christy finished, but instead of stopping, she knelt between her legs again.
Wren ran her fingers through Christy’s hair and closed her eyes. I sat back and watched Christy bring her to the point of orgasm twice before she let her cool down. Wren gasped and shuddered when she did it the third time.
Each had been a mini-climax, the prelude to a volcanic eruption that was coming.
The fourth time did it for her, and Christy didn’t stop when Wren reached the point of no return. She arched her back with pleasure so intense that she didn’t even cry out. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream that made the tendons in her neck stand out. After half a minute she finally went limp, and her chest heaved as she caught her breath.
Christy crawled from between Wren’s thighs and flopped to the bed between us. Her skin was flushed from arousal and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, in spite of the cool air. I walked my fingers up her stomach and teased one of her dark nipples. She smiled up at me, languid and content.
Wren was still catching her breath, but she laced her fingers through Christy’s and squeezed. “What time is it?” she finally asked.
“Almost midnight,” I said.
“Yeah, I’d better go.”
Christy nodded and rolled toward her. They kissed several times, soft and affectionate.
“I think I missed this the most,” Wren said.
“Me too.”
“And if I have to share you with someone, at least it’s Paul. It took you long enough to figure it out, though. You’re a stubborn thing.”
“How was I supposed to know I’d found the two people in the world who want to share me?”
Wren rolled her eyes but gave her a forgiving smile. Then she glanced at me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“No, not just for tonight. For Trip, for Christy, for camp, for everything.”
“Ah. In that case, you’re very welcome. But really, it’s my pleasure.”
“It is his pleasure,” Christy said. “I make sure of it.”
“I bet you do. And I can’t wait till you’re ready for everything.”
“It’ll happen. And if you’re really nice to me, I might let you have him
after.”
Wren laughed and sat up. “I can wait.”
Christy and I shared a doubtful look.
“I can! God, you two are just alike.” She rolled her eyes but wasn’t really upset. “Now I really should go. Thank you for a wonderful evening, my love.”
“No, thank you.”
“You too,” she said to me. “Next time I’ll take care of you better.”