“I know what you mean,” I said. “Christy and I’ve had some conversations about you that ended the same way.”
“And I still want to get the girls together. With each other, I mean. Kim said she wants to try, but…”
“It’ll happen when she’s ready.”
“Yeah. I can’t force it.”
“I’m glad you understand,” I said.
“Being a good Dom is about more than discipline. You have to respect boundaries too.”
I nodded and risked a discreet peek at my watch. We were late already, but I didn’t want to seem rude.
“You have to go,” he said.
“Yeah, sorry.”
“I wish you could stay longer, but I understand. And, if I’m being honest, I have work to do. But…” He glanced at Kim again. “We probably need some time alone.”
“All work and no play…,” I agreed.
“Right. She still has a key to the offices here. I think I’ll tell her parents I need to make a call. She likes doing it where we might get caught.” He grinned at me sideways. “It’s cool that we can talk about this stuff.”
“Yeah.”
“We’ll talk more next time. A long weekend, for sure. In the meantime, it was good to see you.”
“Absolutely.”
“Now, let’s go rescue Christy so you can get out of here.”
* * *
We were still late getting to the airport, and we discovered that Brooke’s flight had landed thirty minutes early. We skipped the gate and went straight to baggage claim instead.
Brooke was easy to spot, especially with her copper hair in a ponytail and big white bow. The rest of her outfit was just as eye-catching, sexy and professional at the same time. She wore a fitted white blouse under dark suspenders that curved around her breasts. The suspenders fastened to high-waisted pants, which accentuated her curves and made her legs look even longer.
She relaxed when she saw us. Christy bounced in delight and ran to her. They hugged tight, and I waited for them to separate before I leaned in for a kiss on the cheek.
“Sorry we’re late,” I said.
“No, it’s okay,” Brooke said. “We were early. The captain said we had a tailwind. Like, a hundred and forty miles an hour.”
Christy’s eyes popped. “Do they really go that fast?”
“Up in the jet stream, yeah,” I said. “Not down where we normally fly.”
“Oh my gosh, can you imagine? Never mind, of course you can. How was your flight?” she asked Brooke.
I picked up her big pink suitcase, and the girls chatted as we walked out to the car. I opened the hatchback and swung the suitcase into it. Then I held out a hand for Brooke’s overnight bag.
“Hold on,” Christy said, “how come you brought so much? You know it’s a nudist camp, right?”
“She had to make it look real,” I said.
“What? Why?”
I sighed, and Brooke read me perfectly.
“Give it up,” she said. “She’s terrible at cover stories.”
“I am not,” Christy grumped. “Besides, why do you need a cover story anyway?”
“Because her parents would start asking questions,” I said, “if she only packed an overnight bag for a two-week vacation.”
Brooke nodded.
“So?” Christy insisted. “Who cares?”
“My mom already thinks this is Little Darlings.”
“Huh?”
“The movie?” Brooke said. “Where the girls go to summer camp?”
Christy shook her head blankly.
“They make a bet? Who loses their virginity first? We saw it together!”
“When? Recently?”
“When we were seniors!”
“Um… sorry?”
“You remember everything but this…” Brooke rolled her eyes. “We went on a double date.”
“Was I with Blake?” Christy said. “What’s the matter? Blake? Oh, Paul knows about him. He knows about all my boyfriends. I told you, he isn’t jealous.” She returned to the original subject with her usual whiplash speed. “Wait, now I remember! The movie, I mean. You were with that guy, Blake’s friend, the one from CDS.”
“Josh,” Brooke said flatly.
“Hold on, I thought you liked him.”
“Not at first. He was all over me. Remember?”
“No, sorry. I… um…” Her tan cheeks turned rosy.
“Lemme guess,” I chuckled, “you were preoccupied? Your favorite pastime?”
“If you must know—”
“I must, I must.”
She glared and continued, “If you must know, Mr. Sex on the Brain, we were arguing.” She rounded on Brooke. “I told you! That night. Remember?”
“What were you arguing about?” I wondered.
“He wanted to go all the way. I didn’t.”
“Yeah, I remember now,” Brooke agreed.
“So, that’s why I don’t remember the movie,” Christy continued. “Not because I was blowing him. Besides, I never did that sort of thing in public. I was a proper young lady.”
“You were not!” Brooke laughed. “You were worse than me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Christy lied glibly. “I was a virgin until Paul forced himself on me.”
I snorted.
“Oh, no,” Brooke laughed. “You forced yourself on him. You told me that, too. Remember?”
Christy stuck to her story. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Brooke and I shared a grin.
“Laugh all you like,” Christy said. “Paul, dear, are we ready?”
* * *
The girls talked the whole way back to camp, nonstop. I felt like a chauffeur and even made a joke about it.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Christy teased, “do you need some attention?”
I glanced at Brooke in the rearview mirror, but she arched a perfect copper eyebrow in amusement.
“No,” I said cautiously, “but I wouldn’t mind being part of the conversation.”
They’d already covered Brooke’s internship, her brother’s new job, the camp landscaping, Granville, the quarry road, and more.
“What else is left to talk about?” Christy said.
“I know,” Brooke said. “What’re the sleeping arrangements? We never—”
“What?” Christy squawked. “We did too. We talked about it… um…”
“Never?” Brooke supplied.
Christy searched her memory but came up blank.
“Mmm hmm.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Christy shot back. “You’re staying with us.”
“What? On the couch?”
“No, of course not. In the bed.”
“That’s fine for you, but what about Paul?” Brooke said.
“What about him?”
“What does he think?”
“He’s fine with it. Aren’t you, dear?”
Brooke’s eyes met mine in the mirror.
“I am,” I said. “Although, I should warn you…”
“We have sex,” Christy finished for me. “Like, a lot. Well, not sex-sex, although we do that a lot too, but you know what I mean.”
“I don’t want to get in the way,” Brooke said.
Christy didn’t understand, but I did. Brooke didn’t want to get her hopes up only to be disappointed. And she didn’t want to take us for granted, which was exactly what Christy had done to her. My little angel had good intentions, but she wasn’t the best at expressing them sometimes.
“You won’t get in the way,” I said to Brooke. I paused a beat before I added, “Especially if you’re in the middle.”
“Unh!” Christy whined, but it was playful instead of petulant. “I wanna be in the middle. Oh, I know! We’ll share. You be in the middle at night, and I’ll be in the middle in the morning!” She beamed and then imagined it. “Pussy at night, penis in the morning. Only, I want penis at night too. And pussy in the morning. I suppose we’ll just have to figure it out.”
Brooke and I shared an amused look in the mirror.