Three Little Words

Wren was already taking off her clothes by the stove when I returned with the stack of towels. I shed my own clothes and followed her out to the patio.

She set the wine on a chair next to the tub and opened a bottle. The air and ground were both freezing, so I leapt up the stairs and slid into the welcoming warmth of the water.

Wren climbed into the tub a moment later, and my eyes immediately went to her pussy. She still had a neatly groomed triangle of hair in front, but she was completely bare between her legs.

“Yeah, I thought you’d notice that,” she said. “Trip calls it ‘business up top, party down below.’ And I know you and Christy think I’m totally selfish sometimes, but I enjoy doing things that make him happy.”

“I don’t think you’re selfish,” I said. “I think you’re just… very determined. You know what you want and you don’t let anything stand in your way.”

“What’s wrong with that? If I was a man, you’d say I’m ambitious.”

“I’d say you’re ambitious anyway. Nothing wrong with that. But I know what you mean. A woman who’s ambitious is a ‘bitch.’ A man is a ‘go-getter.’ Complete double standard, I agree.”

“I knew you would. It’s one of the things I like about you. I really mean that. You aren’t some macho jerk who can’t handle a woman like me.”

“Um, no. I grew up with strong women. I’m dating one. My best friend is dating another.”

“Just so you know…”

“Oh, I do. And just so you know… what we were talking about inside?

Christy has a plan too. Maybe it isn’t a conscious one like yours, but don’t ever make the mistake of thinking she isn’t as ambitious and determined as you are.”

“Yeah, I’m beginning to see that. She hides it well, though.”

“She doesn’t really ‘hide’ it, per se. She’s just… subtle. Like tonight, with the dishes. She made all of us happy at once.”

“Which was what she wanted. She likes to please people. Whereas you and I…”

“Well, we like to please people too, but we take charge and do it.”

The door to the house opened and Christy appeared. She was laughing

and looking over her shoulder at Trip. I took a moment to admire her body, and I could almost feel Wren’s desire as she did the same. Trip pulled the door closed behind them, and Christy turned her smile our way.

“Hello, my two favoritest people in the world.” She smiled back at Trip.

“You’re pretty awesome too.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

They joined us in the tub, and Christy settled beside me as I put my arm around her.

“Mmm, you’re warm.”

“Yep,” I said flippantly, “250 to 400 BTUs per hour.”

Her brow furrowed.

“Sorry, environmental control joke.”

“Oh.”

“Not even very funny. Here, have some wine.”

She accepted my glass and pretended to look askance. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“No, but Wren is.”

“She doesn’t have to get me drunk, Mr. Man.”

My eyebrows shot up, and Wren laughed.

“Okay, you don’t either,” Christy said with a smile.

“So, can I have my wine back?”

She playfully slapped my hand away. “Mine. Get your own.”

Wren knelt on the seat and reached for the wine bottle, so I took the opportunity to admire her body as well. She was Christy’s opposite in so many ways. She was curvy and tended toward lush, where Christy was lean and slim, almost boyish. She was much less reserved, although Christy had come a long way since Halloween. Still, I suspected that Christy had only been reserved because she thought she should be.

Wren handed Trip a glass and then poured one for me. She passed it across the tub and finally picked up her own glass. I watched her breasts and remembered them bouncing under me as I fucked her. They disappeared under the bubbles as she sank into the water and settled close to Trip.

“What should we toast to?” she said.

“Hot tub orgy?” I suggested.

“Oh my gosh!”

Wren rolled her eyes, but they glittered with amusement.

“How ’bout we toast to good friends?” Trip said.

“And better lovers,” I added.

“The best,” Wren agreed.

“Hold on,” Christy said before we could raise our glasses. “What about me?”

“What about you?” Wren said.

“Don’t I need to say something?”

“Go ahead,” I said.

She blushed. “I can’t think of anything.”

I leaned down to whisper in her ear.

She frowned and shook her head.

“Just say it. When it’s your turn.” I nodded to Trip, who raised his glass.

“To good friends.”

“Better lovers.”

“The best.”

“And me!” She turned rosy, and not just from the heat of the water. “Oh my gosh.”

The rest of us laughed and clinked our glasses. Christy immediately drained half of hers.

“Okay,” I said slowly, “I guess we need to figure out how this is gonna work.”

She cringed. “I’m afraid to ask. What?”

“How we’re going to share you. One at a time? Pairs? All three at once?”

Her eyes grew very large. Then she gulped, emptied her wineglass, and held it out to Wren. “More, please.”

“You’re scaring her, Paul.” Wren emptied the bottle. “Don’t worry,” she added to Christy, “I’ll protect you.”

“You’re as bad as he is,” she said. “I think I need Trip to protect me.”

“Oh, no, not me. I wanna fuck you too.”