God, I love my life, he said.
Hello? Focus? I chuckled to myself and said aloud, “Good girl. Now sit back.”
Christy sighed and sank onto my shaft. Her pussy was tight and smooth, and very wet. She settled on my thighs. Her breathing grew heavier, and I chuckled again, this time aloud.
“You don’t care about the rest,” I said. “The spanking and bondage and toys. All you care about is my cock.”
“Right now,” she said stubbornly. “But later? When I’m feeling naughty? Or being a bad girl?” Her breathing caught, and the temperature in her pussy went up a degree.
My eyebrows rose. All that? Just from thinking about it? I chuckled again.
“I’m glad one of us thinks this is funny,” she said. “I can’t help it.”
“I know.”
“You talk too much,” she grumped. “We’re supposed to be making love.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
I held her hips and began rocking mine. “Better?”
“Mmm… can’t talk now.”
* * *
Carter and Kim left after breakfast the next morning. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers and promised to keep in touch. The words were a formula and sounded empty, although I meant them for real and thought Carter did too. Christy and I waved as they drove off, until their car grew small in the distance.
She sighed.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “Me too.”
“What do we do now?”
“Well, I need to get to work.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“You too,” I chuckled.
“Unh! Do not.”
“Where are those landscaping drawings?”
“Oh, those. Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Besides,” I added, “they’re supposed to deliver the bungalow furniture today. So you either need to get dressed or head down to the main camp.”
“Main camp, I suppose. I’ll talk to your mom, too. Maybe she’s heard from Erin and Leah. Do you think they’re having fun?”
“I hope so.”
“I wonder if we should go to Europe. For our honeymoon, I mean.”
“Oh, no,” I said immediately. “Don’t start that again.”
She feigned innocence. “What?”
“I’ll ask when I’m ready.”
“I didn’t say anything,” she protested.
“Back to the pool.”
“The pool? Hold on… why?”
“Because I’m in the mood for a blowjob before work, and water makes you horny.”
“Oh. Yeah. Why didn’t you say so?”
“I did. Just now. So… pool. Suck. Now.” I swatted her ass for good measure.
“Yes, sir. I’m going!”
* * *
Trip called on Saturday. Christy and I were preoccupied and didn’t hear the phone in time, but he called back a few minutes later. He didn’t even say hello before he started in.
“How would you feel about a new drafting table?”
“What? Why?”
“The one you have weighs a ton. It has a cast-iron base. I forgot. Wren said two big dudes delivered it and carried it up.”
“I wasn’t there,” I laughed, “remember?”
“Neither was I. So I thought it’d be simple for us to haul it down the stairs. Wren’s pretty strong for a girl, but it’s too awkward and heavy for us to manage.”
“Okay. So… what do you want to do?”
“Buy you a new one. Duh. With a goddamn wooden base. Sorry,” he said immediately, “it’s been a rough day. Not your fault. Anyway, I’ll take care of it. I just wanted to let you know. We’ll bring your stool, drafting machine, and the rest of your tools. Anything else you can think of?”
“Nope.”
“Cool. Okay, next order of business. Did the bungalow furniture arrive?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. They wanted to delay again. I had to threaten to cancel the order. Was everything there?”
“Yeah, but that explains why the driver was an asshole.”
“What’d he do?”
“Just his attitude. He calmed down once he realized I wasn’t you.” I chuckled at the memory. “You must’ve really annoyed them.”
“Tough shit,” Trip said ruthlessly. “I pay for something, I want it delivered when they promise, not a goddamn week later.”
“Hey, I understand. But don’t shoot the messenger.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, I checked the invoice. Everything’s fine. And the guy calmed down, especially when I offered to help them unload. We stacked everything in front of the bungalows already, so you and I won’t have to move anything.”
“Smart. Thanks.”
Wren hollered to him in the background.
“All right,” he said, “I’d better go. We still need to buy your table, and the store closes at five.”
“I’ll pay for it—”
“No, it’s a business expense. Besides, we’ll leave it there so you can use it this fall.”
“Ah, good idea.”
“Thanks. Anyway, we’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”
* * *
They arrived the next day after lunch. Trip was in a better mood but Wren was surly. She said hello, gave me an awkward hug, and disappeared with Christy toward the bungalows.
“She’s hurting,” Trip said without explanation. “Long story. I’ll tell you later. C’mon, let’s get the tarp off the truck and unload.”
We carried the new drafting table and my other tools into the clubhouse. Then we hauled in computer boxes from a company called Compaq. I’d never heard of them, but Trip was excited.
“They’re the latest thing,” he said, “brand new.”
“Duh.” I gestured at the boxes, which were still sealed.
“No, I mean, like, for real. They just came out a week ago. They’re called clones. Cheaper than IBMs and twice as fast. They’re so hot that I couldn’t get a discount, even on two. But they’re totally worth it. Susan’s gonna be happy.”
“The other one’s for her?” I asked rhetorically.
“Yeah. Doug’s been after her to buy one. I told her we were buying one, and the rest is history.”
The girls returned from the bungalows, and Christy’s eyes lit up.
“Ooh, is that the new computer? It looks fun. Can I help? I have small hands, you know. I can get into tight places. I used to help my brothers all the time. Model airplanes, hi-fi components, carburetors, you name it.”
Trip chuckled indulgently. “Sure.”
“Oh, great, that’s all I need,” Wren carped. “First, I’m a baseball widow. Now I’m a computer widow too? We aren’t even married yet.”
I chuckled to lighten the mood. “Trouble in paradise?”
“That’s an understatement.”
Trip cleared his throat and said diplomatically, “We’ve had a rough week.”
“Rough? Rough! You call that ‘rough’? Nothing went right!”
“Babe, calm down. It’s life. It happens.” He explained to us, “Her dad and his girlfriend had an argument at the party.”
“Gold digger,” Wren muttered.
“Our plans with the other couple fell through,” Trip continued with a frown. “The guy wussed out. Then we had to cancel the meeting in Knoxville about the new restaurant. Then we tried to move your table. That’s when she strained her back.”
“Uh-oh,” I said.
“It hurts to lay down,” she complained, “it hurts to sit up, it hurts to do anything.” She drew a deep breath and tried to calm down, but it made her wince instead. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly for a moment. “Sorry. Trip’s right. It’s just life. But… it’s a little annoying that it happened all at once.”
“Tell you what,” I ventured, “Trip can put you on the DI list—”
“The what?” he laughed.
“The baseball list. What’s it called? Disabled and Injured? DI, right?”
“The DL,” he and Christy said at the same time.
She followed with, “Jinx, you owe me a Coke.”
They shared a grin.
“Whatever.” I ignored them and continued to Wren, “Trip can put you on the DL thingy. I’m not on the list anymore, so I can do everything you’d normally do.”