I nodded solemnly.
“We can talk about it later. Right now I just wanted to apologize. I’m sorry I lost my temper. I should’ve told you more about it before we started.”
“I still feel like I should’ve known—”
He shook his head firmly.
“—but I’m sorry too.” I extended my hand and we shook to seal our friendship.
“Right,” he said briskly. “Moving on. I’ll check the kitchen and see what we have for dinner. You grab the wine. Let’s start with the Sauternes. Two bottles, the yellow ones.” He nodded toward the case he’d loaded for himself at the liquor store. “I couldn’t believe the guy even had them. Here! In Podunk, South Carolina!” Carter shook his head in disbelief. “I told you he has good taste.”
The man had good taste in most things, it seemed, including other men. Carter was smart, charming, and handsome, a definite catch. He was straighter than straight, but I could see the attraction. I didn’t share it, although I had to admit that I might, especially if I ever decided to play for the other team. Then again, I couldn’t imagine sex with another man, so I was probably safe.
“—put it in the freezer,” he was saying. “Take it out after thirty minutes. Does your watch have a stopwatch?”
“What? Oh, yeah, of course.”
“Right. So, you’re in charge of the wine.”
He began opening cupboards and talking to himself as he pulled out ingredients. I felt a growing affection for him as I watched. He was persnickety and a bit of a snob, but so was I. And he had a bit of a temper, but so did I. He was a nice guy in spite of all that, and I hoped I was too.
“Like two peas in a pod,” I chuckled to myself.
“What? Peas? No, they’re capers,” Carter said. “I think they’re technically flowers. Doesn’t matter. They add a tangy, salty flavor. So, here’s what we have…”
* * *
We spent the next couple of hours drinking some very good wine and enjoying ourselves beside the pool. Well, three of us did. Christy enjoyed herself too, but mostly because she was in the pool. She alternated between swimming around and lounging with her arms folded on the side, where she could sip her wine and listen to the conversation.
The water didn’t make her horny, but it definitely played a part. Besides, she was probably still tingling and excited from earlier. Carter and I were talking about Charlotte versus Atlanta when she finally ran out of patience.
“Excuse me,” she said.
Carter stared at her. He wasn’t upset, precisely, but he wasn’t used to being interrupted either. I did my best to hide a smile, while Kim covered nearly her whole face to hide hers.
“Yes?” Carter said evenly.
“Please, sir, may I suck your dick?”
He burst out laughing.
“Sorry,” I said without meaning it. “She’s an insistent little thing, especially when she’s had a couple of drinks.”
“I can tell,” he laughed. Then he said to Christy, “Of course, my dear. Do you want to come here or should I come to you?”
“Here, please.”
“She’s a water nymph,” I said. “It makes her extra horny.”
“Extra-super-duper horny!”
Kim’s eyes flew wide, although she tried not to laugh at the same time.
“Right,” Carter agreed succinctly. “I’ll be going now.” He went to the pool, lowered himself to the side, and sat with his legs in the water. Christy moved between them and began playing with his dick.
I gestured to Kim and guided her into my lap. The wine made her flirty and affectionate. It gave her a bit of confidence as well.
“I can’t believe she did that,” she whispered.
“Which part?”
“All of it. I’d never do that, even after a couple of glasses of wine.”
I chuckled.
“Carter really likes her,” she said softly.
“You aren’t jealous?” I ventured.
“No. Should I be?”
“No. I was just curious. It takes a special kind of person to be a swinger.”
“Carter loves me. And Christy loves you.” All of a sudden she frowned suspiciously and looked into my eyes. “Why? Don’t you love her?”
“More than anything in the world.”
She relaxed. “Good. I like her. She’s how I wish I could be sometimes.”
“Nothing’s stopping you…”
She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. Then she nuzzled my neck. I cupped her breast and squeezed gently.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“Letting me do this.” She kissed my jaw and worked her way toward my ear. “I know you want me to pleasure you, but—”
“Kissing is your foreplay.”
“Mmm, it is. It makes my cookie hot. Would you like to feel?”
I caressed her thigh, and she parted her legs for me. Then she sighed as my fingers found her pussy. I rubbed her fleshy inner lips and began spreading her moisture.
She sighed again, rested her head on my shoulder, and kissed my neck. Her pussy grew wetter with every kiss, and her breathing became heavier, until she raised her head and offered me her lips.
We kissed, and our tongues slid together as heat flooded her pussy. She whimpered into my mouth and pulled my head down. I slid two fingers into her, and she moaned as I began fucking her gently. I used my thumb to tease her clit at the same time, and her breathing became erratic.
“Please, sir. Permission—?”
“Come for me.”
She held my neck and pressed her forehead to my shoulder for a dozen heartbeats. It was a small, silent orgasm that left her panting through her nose. She relaxed slowly and caught her breath. I withdrew my fingers and raised them to her lips.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
“Yes, sir. Sometimes Carter likes me to suck his cock after he fucks me.”
“Do you like it?”
“I like making him happy,” she said, which wasn’t the same. She thought about it and shrugged. “It’s okay.”
“You feel the same about pain, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You tolerate it because it makes Carter happy.”
“Oh, no, sir. I like it,” she said, which wasn’t quite a lie, but wasn’t the whole truth either.
“Do you know what makes me happy?” I asked rhetorically. “When you’re happy. So, tell me what you want.”
She thought about it for a long time. “I want to please you.” She hesitated a moment and then added, “Daddy.”
My eyebrows flew up. She felt my reaction and started to pull away, but I held her in place and soothed her. Then I lifted her chin and kissed her. She didn’t know how to react at first, but after a moment she sighed and leaned into it.
“I wasn’t shocked,” I said when I pulled back. “And definitely not disgusted. I was surprised, that’s all. And happy. That you’d trust me.”
“Thank you, sir.” She smiled hopefully. “So… you don’t mind?”
“What? If you call me ‘Daddy’?”
She nodded.
“Not at all. I kinda like it.”
She blushed and looked down. “I know, sir. I can feel.”
“Speaking of which…”
Christy would’ve immediately slid from my lap, but Kim wasn’t Christy. She kissed me instead, with growing passion. Then she pressed her cheek to mine and whispered in my ear.
“Please, Daddy, may I suck your cock? I promise I’ll play with your come and show it to you.”
“You’re a naughty little girl,” I chuckled.
“Yes, sir, but only for my daddy.” She batted her eyes innocently. She was playing a role, but she was doing it for herself, which made it even sexier.
“That’s a good girl,” I said. “Get on your knees and suck Daddy’s cock.”
She didn’t even bother with a cushion or towel. She simply knelt on the concrete and swallowed my dick. She sucked with more enthusiasm than I’d ever seen from her, and I came after only a few minutes. She held my come in her mouth and showed me. Then she rolled it around with her tongue and played with it.