Three Little Words

“Sounds good to me.” I looked down at Christy. “What do you think, Little Bit? I know you usually travel, but…” I explained to the others, “Last summer she was in California, Japan, and Hawaii.” To her, “You wanna spend next summer at camp instead?”

She looked at me pensively. “Are you asking me to spend it with you?”

The question hung there as I considered it. We both knew what she was asking. The others did too, and they held their breath.

“I am,” I said at last.

“For real?”

“For real.”

“Big decision,” Mark said.

“Yep.” I looked down at Christy. “Do you think you can handle it?”

“I can handle anything… as long as you’re there.”

“Aww,” Erin and Leah said in unison.

“So… I guess we have a plan for the end of the summer,” I said to the others. “Party at the Pines?”

“Party at the Pines!”

We spent another hour in the hot tub, just talking and relaxing and drinking.

Christy finished wine coolers about twice as fast as the other girls, although she wasn’t any more drunk than they were. She went to the bathroom with them once and a second time with me, but that was it.

She loosened up a bit more and didn’t get embarrassed when the topic strayed into risqué territory. She also didn’t protest when I parted her thighs to play with her pussy a couple of times. And she even made a couple of comments that had Leah and Erin grinning to each other. I mostly sat back and enjoyed, until Mark stood and reached for the tray with the empty shot glasses.

“I dunno ’bout you guys,” he said, “but I’m ready to head inside. Time for more shots, and I’m about half-waterlogged.”

Leah and Erin agreed with nods.

“Not me,” Christy said. “I could spend all day in the water.”

“Yeah, but not everyone’s a Naiad like you,” I said.

“Ooh, I know what that one is. It’s a water nymph, right?”

“Mmm hmm. So come on, my little water nymph. Let’s go inside. We’re down to our last couple of wine coolers out here anyway.”

“Oh. Then we definitely need to go inside.”

The others stood and began filing up the stairs, but I held Christy in place on my lap.

“Hold on,” I told her in a whisper. Then I glanced at the other girls. “The scenery will be even better inside.”

Christy followed my eyes and let hers linger on Erin before they slid to Leah. She unconsciously moistened her lips, which drew a predictable

reaction from my dick. She twitched in surprise.

“Mmm hmm,” I said softly. “I saw that.”

“Saw what?”

“You moistened your lips.”

“I did not!”

“Of course you didn’t.” I patted her bottom. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.”

My dick sprang up as soon as she stood. It wasn’t ramrod stiff, but hard enough to be obvious as I followed her across the deck and then down to the patio. I nonchalantly grabbed my towel and draped it around my shoulders.

Christy turned, saw my semi-hard shaft, and immediately stepped in front of me to block the others’ view.

“Relax,” I chuckled. “They’ve all seen it before. It’s pretty normal.”

“Not quite,” Mark said. “Mine is normal. Yours is large.”

“Whatever,” I said. “They’re all the same in the dark.”

“Yeah. Leah says most women don’t care about size—”

“We don’t.”

“—but I’d still like to have a bigger one.”

“Nonsense,” Leah said. “I like you just the way you are.”

“Me too,” Erin agreed. “No complaints.”

“Like Paul says about boobs,” Leah said as she headed inside, “we don’t care how big your dick is.”

“All we care is…,” Erin began, and Christy finished, “…can we suck it?”

The three of them laughed like sisters, while Mark and I shared a grin.

I closed the door behind us and followed them into the kitchen. Out of habit Christy wrapped her towel around her body and tucked it between her breasts.

One step at a time, I reminded myself.

“So, Christy,” Leah said, deliberately casual, “it sounds like you love giving head as much as we do.”

She blushed and shot me a glance before she admitted, “It’s my guilty pleasure.”

“Mine too,” Leah said.

“Same here,” Erin added. “I love it.”

“I’m telling you,” Mark said. “Peace in the Middle East. It’s within reach.”

Leah gave him a fond eye-roll before she returned her attention to

Christy. “You know, Erin said you were nice but a little shy when she first met you, but—”

“She wasn’t drinking,” Erin said.

“Sure. I understand.” Leah glanced at me and then said to Christy, “But you’re a whole different person when you do.”

“I’m the same person,” Christy said. “I’m just… not scared.”

“Scared of what?”

She glanced at me and then shrugged.

“She’s scared to let me see how wild she really is.” I put my hands on her bare shoulders and squeezed to reassure her.

“Told you,” Christy said. “He can read my mind.”

“Yeah, he can,” Leah agreed. “If it makes you feel any better, he does a pretty good job reading mine too.”

“I know you both fairly well,” I said. “And I pay attention ’cause I want to make you happy.”

“You do,” Christy said. She smiled back at me and added, “I’m trying really hard to make you happy too.”

“You do.”

“I know you want me to be like this when I haven’t been drinking, but I get all self-conscious.”