Three Little Words

“Sounds like the solution is more alcohol,” Mark said. He brandished a spoon and the bottle of Kahlúa.

“None for me,” Leah said.

He glanced at Erin, who nodded.

“None for me either,” I said.

“Mr. Sober,” Christy said. “I’ll drink his.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course. You know me. Besides, they’re yummy. I’m even getting used to the coffee part.”

“That’s ’cause your tongue is numb from all the alcohol,” I laughed.

“It works just fine for other things,” she shot back.

The girls and Mark erupted with laughter.

“I guess you told me,” I said with a grin.

“And don’t you forget it, mister!”

I reached past her to slap the counter. “Bartender! More shots.”

Mark winked at Christy before he bent to his task.

She turned and offered her lips. I kissed her and things heated up quickly.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, so I lifted her into the air and let her feet dangle until we finally came up for air.

“Get a room,” Erin teased.

Christy buried her face in the hollow of my neck.

“You’re okay,” I said gently.

She nodded, so I set her on her feet again.

“But you’re a little overdressed. Here, let me fix that for you.” I reached out and touched the towel between her breasts. I met her eyes and waited.

She swallowed once but then gave a small nod.

I tugged the corner and caught the towel when it fell away from her body.

She shivered as the cool air rushed over her, and her nipples visibly tightened. I grinned and draped the damp terrycloth around her shoulders before I turned her to face the others. She jumped in surprise when my semi-hard cock pressed into the cleft of her ass.

“I don’t know why you’d want to hide your body,” Leah said to her.

“You’re very pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“Habit,” I said.

“Well, don’t worry,” Leah said, “we don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I… I don’t mind,” Christy said. “I’m sort of used to girls seeing me.”

“Swim team,” I explained over her head.

“But it’s still a bit weird not to cover up automatically.”

“It gets easier the more you do it,” Erin said. She grinned at me. “Like anything else.”

My eyebrows shot up and Erin smirked. She was a lot drunker than I realized. We all were, which reinforced my decision not to drink another shot. After all, I knew my limits when it came to Christy. The more she drank, the less inhibited she became. The less inhibited she became, the more she wanted to go all the way, to hell with how she’d feel when she was sober.

And I wouldn’t argue if I were drunk too.

Mark finished the shots. They were a muddled mess, without the neat layers from before, but he was too drunk to care. He kept two for himself and slid the rest to Erin, Christy, and me. I pushed mine toward Christy.

“You sure?” Mark said.

“I’m sure. She can have it. She has a higher tolerance anyway.”

“We’re Irish Catholic,” she explained. “We start drinking at First

Communion and don’t stop till Last Rites.”

“What should we toast to?” Mark asked.

“Fellatio,” Christy said, and the other girls laughed.

“To fellatio,” Mark said as he raised his glass. He couldn’t think of anything witty, so he just said, “Cheers!”

“Sláinte.” Christy drained her shot and shuddered as the alcohol went down. Then she reached for the second one and downed it as well.

“Hey, Erin,” Mark asked, “where’d you put the rest of the coolers?”

“Oh! They’re in the fridge. Sorry.”

“Just a Coke for me,” I said.

“Mr. Sensible,” Christy said placidly.

“Four coolers an’ a Coke, coming up,” Mark said.

We took our drinks into the living room. Erin and Leah folded their towels and set them on the floor.

“See?” I said to Christy. “Just about the most massively useful thing any nudist can carry.”

She folded her own towel and sat Japanese-style, while I sank to mine and sat cross-legged. Erin was trying to tease me, so she sat like I did. Her dark blonde bush hid most of the details, but her labia spread to reveal the hood of her clit and her inner lips. She grinned when she saw me look. I returned it with a brotherly glare and a warning to behave.

“Okay,” I said aloud, “what’s the next subject of conversation?”

“Fellatio?” Erin suggested.

“Giving head,” Leah said.

“Blowjobs.”

“Sucking dick.”

“Deep throating.”

“Pole smoking.”

“Playing the skin flute.”

They collapsed in a fit of giggles.

“Oh my gosh,” Christy said softly.

“See what you started?” I said.

“Sorry,” Leah gasped, still laughing. “We get a little carried away sometimes.”

“’Specially when it comes to our favorite pastime,” Erin added.

“Yeah, but they’re different,” Leah said. “Yours is sucking. Mine is swallowing.”

“They’re the same thing.”

“They are not.”

“Let’s ask Christy,” Erin said. “Which do you prefer, sucking or swallowing?”

“I… um… both?” She glanced at me uncertainly.

“Maybe let’s try a different subject,” I said.

“Sorry,” Erin said. “We’re just having fun.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Leah added. “We should probably settle down.”

“No, it’s okay,” Christy said. “I just… I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“Pretty awesome, huh?” Mark said. “They’re even better t’gether.”

Leah cringed.