Chapter 8: Pizza Has Consequences

Taylor is happy to see me. Very happy. He even said so. He said “Tethys, I’m happy to see you!” I already knew it wasn’t a banana in his pocket. He’s not wearing a pocket. I’ve trained him well. When we’re together at home, whether my home or his, if it’s at all possible, there are no clothes being worn. I’ve never been a fan of clothing, my parents could not figure out how someone who wanted to draw and paint all the time could be so decidedly non-artistic when it came to choosing outfits. I had no sense of style or design, a fashion plate I was and am not. But actual nudism was not on my radar until much later. The first time I visited Hippie Hollow, with a date who was soon mercifully forgotten, I felt as if I’d entered a whole new world. The guy may have been a jerk, but I’ll always be grateful for the event and what it led to. Nude sunbathing was the first revelation, meeting Carl there was the second, and experiencing his total immersion into a nudist way of life was the deciding point. I was all in quickly, and by the time I met Taylor, my attitude was “you can have me or you can have clothes, but not both.”

Fortunately for both of us, Taylor has no special attachment to his wardrobe, and he’s one of those special guys who looks spectacular naked. When he’s happy to see me, it shows on more than just his face. It’s a truly beautiful sight.

I’ll never give up Carl, but I won’t give up Taylor either. I love them both, and while they’re very different in many ways, they both inspire raw sexual excitement in me. They both support and encourage me, and make me feel like my overactive and always exploratory libido is a valuable part of my character. I feel accepted, respected, desired, and loved by both of them, and I return those feelings happily. The lack of jealousy between them is a tremendous comfort.

As high as my libido is, and as much time as I spend fucking, I have a somewhat on-again off-again relationship with foreplay. Especially now that I’ve added women to my repertoire, with Sonia, Joanne, and Hera, I feel like I need less of it from men. When I’m with a woman, it’s almost all what I’d normally think of as foreplay. When I’m in a group, it’s part of the fun and sharing with others. But when it’s just Taylor or Carl and me, I find more and more that I want the preliminaries over quickly. I’ll do a bit of kissing, a bit of caressing, a bit of cock-sucking and ball-licking, but once my own juices are flowing, which happens pretty quickly, I want to be filled. Once that big cock is stuffed inside of me, I’m in no hurry. I get wet quickly just at the thought of Taylor’s wide, flat flight deck of a cock, and those eyes, those eyes always steal both my heart and my desire. I push him down on the bed and suck his cock for a few minutes, just because I enjoy it. When I’m ready, I climb on top, straddle his hips, and lower myself onto that wonderful shaft.

Taylor has the laudable skill of being able to control his orgasm – not to the seemingly effortless extent that Joe does, but well enough that, as long as I control my own movements, which being on top allows me to do, we can not only last a long time, but we can hold meaningful conversations while we fuck. Most people might respond with “why?” to this detail, but Taylor and I enjoy it. We may not orgasm while we talk (although occasionally I still do), but the pleasure is intense, and it continues as long as we want it. I’ve had several excellent orgasms over the last couple of days, and right now I’m happy just feeling the hot fullness in my cunt that Taylor provides.

“So, I assume you got Hera home safely yesterday,” I begin with just a hint of wickedness in my voice.

Taylor chuckles amid his gasps. “‘Safely’ may not be the word I would use,” he answers. “Not for me anyway. That girl is a sexual predator! But I suspect you knew that.”

“Takes one to know one,” I try to keep my tone casual, but my own breath catches as he lifts his hands to my breasts and gently tugs on my brown nipples.

“Well, we both knew, but I think you knew even better than I did. Now we both do. Anyway, we walked inside, shucked our clothes, and she gave me a quick tour. I’m really impressed by her ceramics. She has some amazing stuff there. I’m shocked it’s not all sold. I think we should buy a few pieces.”

“She had my cock clutched in her hand the whole time she was showing me around, and then led me to the bedroom, and just attacked it. I thought she was intense Friday, but she took it to a whole new level. I’m glad you girls shaved me Friday night, because it felt extra sensitive on my bare skin. I was a little worried she’d hurt me at first, but I just had to let myself trust that she wouldn’t. She didn’t, but that level of pleasure can be really close to painful.”

“She had me stand in front of her while she sat on the bed. She tried to deep throat me, but she’d never had a cock as broad as mine before. She was gagging to the point that I was starting to worry, but she didn’t stop. I don’t think she’s had the practice you have, but she’s going to be catching up as soon as she can. She’s one determined woman.”

My rhythm on his cock was slow and deliberate as he spoke. I kept my kegels locked tight as I pulled him with me on the upstroke, and then relaxed them so he could plunge in deep and easy as I lowered myself. He gasped a little at each transition, and so did I, but he kept talking.

‘Then she laid back on the bed, with her legs spread and her knees bent over the edge, and said ‘eat me!’ with the voice of authority. Of course I had to obey. I’m still trying to figure out the best way to handle that clit jewelry, so I experimented a little, and she seemed to enjoy that. So she had this loud, screaming, mewing orgasm, and then, as she was coming down from it, she lifts her head and says perfectly calmly...”

“Hi, Mom!” I interject as I bottom out on his pubis.

“Oh, that’s right,” he chuckles. “You’ve been there done that. I sure wasn’t expecting it, and I felt like I’d explode with shock. I had this cartoon image of myself making a mad dash for my pants and then diving out the back window while they’re still around my ankles. But her mother, Phoebe, right? She comes in like seeing a naked strange man with his tongue in her naked daughter’s pussy is just a normal everyday thing. She introduces herself, and Hera has me stand up and introduce myself. Then she shows my cock off to her mother, who just sits down casually and smiles.

“It was surreal. She’s pulling and pushing my cock this way and that to give her Mom a better view, and they’re discussing all of its features like it’s a used car. I still didn’t know what to think. Hera’s Mom was making comments like ‘It’s such an unusual shaft. It must be a unique sensation inside you. Be glad Tethys is letting you borrow it!’”

“Well, it’s not really up to me,” I laugh, giving my hips a little side-to-side waggle. “But if it was, then of course I’d loan you out to deserving applicants. It’s nice to get credit and gratitude, though!” Taylor groans, and I clamp down harder on his shaft. It’s not just the heat the turns me on, but feeling his pulse pounding across my kegels is hugely exciting. It’s a strong and rapid pulse, sometimes I like to sit still on top of him for a while just to savor the feeling and to count the beats. Not now, though. I want him to keep talking, and keep twitching. The tale is adding to the pleasurable sensations.

“So here I am standing with my cock at her Mom’s face level, and then Hera slides off the bed and kneels in front of me, with her mother leaning forward just a couple of inches away. Hera starts sucking and slurping and drooling all over my cock, one of the loudest blowjobs I’ve ever had.”

I’m imagining the scene with my mind’s eye, and my pace on Taylor’s cock picks up involuntarily. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall.

“Phoebe is cooing, and oohing, and telling Hera how beautiful she is, and what a beautiful man I am, she’s got one hand stroking the back of Hera’s head while she bobs up and down on me, and the other hand stroking my ass. Hera couldn’t take me as deep as you do, but she had plenty of enthusiasm.”

“She just needs practice, she’ll get there,” I pant. “God I want to see you two go at it again. I love watching you fuck her, and I’ll help teach her how to suck you properly. Damn, this is hot!” I’m leaning low over him now, my lips very close to his, his fingers still kneading and tugging at my nipples. I can feel his breath as he continues.

“Her mother keeps talking, how beautiful we are, how pleased the Goddess is by all this, how we’re making the Earth a more sacred and erotic place. I wasn’t prepared for the effect all that had on me, I was getting very close to letting go. Then Hera popped her mouth off of me, and pointed my cock right at her mother and invited her to suck it. Phoebe made a couple of stutters, and then said, ‘ok, just a little taste.’ I was almost in shock, but it didn’t make it any easier for me to hold back. So she leans forward a little, and Hera holds the shaft while she puts just the head in her mouth and puts a little suction on it. Then she pulls back and says ‘Oh, I’m blessed!’” Taylor chuckles, and then moans. My pace picks up another notch.

“So Hera says, ‘Where would you like him to cum, my mouth, your mouth, or my cunt?’ She smiles and then says ‘Sweetie, you know how the Goddess gives her greatest blessings. He has a wonderful, massive phallus, and it belongs inside your sacred tunnel. Let him flood you with his flowing love offering, and let it fill you to overflowing.’”

“Ooh, how poetic!” I gasp, and I feel that tingle in my loins starting to build. This story is one that’s going to get me off many times from here on out.

“So she stands up, and pushes me back onto the bed, lying on my back, with my legs spread towards her mother. She climbs on top of me and mounts me in reverse cowgirl, leans back, and says ‘grab my tits!’. Of course I do. Her mother grabs my cock and guides it into her cunt as she pushes down on me, and then she starts her wild thrusting and bouncing on me. Phoebe takes her phone out and is snapping closeups, and Hera is chanting ‘fuck-fuck-fuck, oh Mom, watch me fuck, fill this fucking goddess, ram that fucking sacred cock into this holy cunt, oh, holy mother, bless your fucking goddess horny baby girl, oh, fuck Mom, watch me cum!”

The orgasm hits me suddenly, but not quite unexpectedly. I struggle to keep my eyes open and stare into Taylor’s while I cum. He returns my gaze, smiling, under complete control. I wonder, not too seriously, how he can hold back with me fucking him, but lose it so easily to Hera and her Mom. I can hear the squishy, sloppy sounds of my juices squeezing over Taylor’s broad shaft as my sex muscles involuntarily and spasmodically tighten around it.

Taylor gives me another minute to recover, then continues his story. I go back to sliding up and down on his cock.

“She came a couple more times, and her mother kept going on about how beautiful and blessed she is, and taking pictures – I have copies if you want to see them, and I know you do – and finally I couldn’t hold back any more. I came really hard, while Hera screamed and her Mother leaned close between her legs taking phone videos of every pulse. Finally Hera climbed off of me and scooted her crotch over to my mouth, cleaning my cock with her tongue while dripping my own cum back onto my mouth.

“Afterwards, we all went into the kitchen, sat down, me and Hera still naked of course, and still oozing cum down her thighs, not bothering to wipe it off, kind of like you do, and we sat around the table and chatted over coffee like it was the most normal thing in the world.”

I remembered my own, similar experience, from just two days before. Mother and daughter obviously share a sexual agenda.

“Did they ever mention her Dad?” I ask as I keep my rhythm steady on his wide shaft. One of my kinks is to ride a man’s cock while I’m carrying on a casual conversation about something else, the feel of a twitching dick inside my cunt while I’m chatting creates a sensual dissonance that I find irresistible. I can feel myself building towards another orgasm.

“He’s an architect, I think. His name’s Herakles. Supposedly he’s just as approving as Phoebe, but he doesn’t go out of his way to watch.”

“I was starting to think he’s mythical. But I suppose he has his own business,” I muse.

The conversation falters, and while I’m controlling the tempo, I feel Taylor starting to thrust upwards more aggressively on my downstroke. I suddenly become aware of the heady, erotic aroma of our sweat and my dripping cunt, and I breathe deep to bask in it. I imagine what it must be like to have my mother watching me, cheering me on, encouraging my passion. I know what it feels like for my friends to do so. As wonderful as Taylor feels inside me now, if I were sharing this moment with Hera, or Sonia, or Carl, or Henri, or Jo and Joe, it would be even more intense. I know now, that from this point on, I want to fuck as often as possible with the people I love watching me, supporting me, and taking part with me. I will always prefer sex with my tribe together.

I know Taylor’s close, and I’m closing in again myself. I quicken the pace of my hip thrusting, and Taylor responds exactly as I hope he will. As the hot juice fills me, I gasp out loud with still another climax, and Taylor’s moans sound musical to my ears. I immediately imagine what Hera would do, and I follow her lead, pulling off Taylor’s partly softening member, positioning my smooth pussy lips just above his mouth, and taking his organ into my own, licking and slurping the delightful love fluid. Taylor seems used to it by now, and handles it like a pro, taking back nearly all of his semen into the body from which it came.

We cuddle breathlessly for about fifteen minutes, and then we decide to run a few miles. We can shower and cuddle some more when we’re done.

We do a five mile course, taking a little longer than half an hour, each of us carrying a bottle of cold water and the skimpiest outfits we can wear without scandal. It’s midday in the Texas summer heat, and if our sexual eccentricities were not enough to label us as insane, surely this choice of running environment will accomplish it.

We finish without incident, strip off as soon as we get indoors, guzzle some more cold water, and head for the shower. It’s not the most sensual shower we’ve ever experienced, but then, it’s hard enough to keep my hands off of Taylor’s dick during normal circumstances. When I’m in a position to wash it, I’m going to take the time to do it well. It’s enough to bring his erection back, and that’s good enough for now. I don’t want to interfere too much with his recovery time.

Taylor fixes us a light lunch, an egg-tuna salad. Afterwards, we head back to the bedroom, where Taylor hooks his phone up to the big screen on the wall, and plays back the videos and photos, mostly taken by Phoebe, of his adventures with Hera. It’s just like I imagined it would be, pussy-cock closeups, Hera straddling Taylor’s cock, facing his feet, and the camera, his almost freakishly wide shaft pulling apart her dainty cunt-lips as she wiggles and bounces on him, her her shiny clit-ring, her shrill, almost desperate pornographic descriptions of her desires and pleasure, and her demands for more, and Phoebe’s warm, mellow voice from behind the camera, encouraging, cheering, flattering, sometimes gasping a little with excitement. It’s capped by a very nice, very closeup cumshot, the twitch of Taylor’s balls as his sperm rushes in to fill Hera, the glistening wetness on his cock suddenly becoming thick and white, dripping onto his pubes, thighs, and down his soaked ballsack. I have to agree with Hera’s Mom, it’s a beautiful view.

It’s an inspiring performance, and between feeling the heat of Taylor’s manhood in my hands and the visual stimulation, I’m wet again, and need to be filled. I’m always amazed by how empty I can feel when there’s a thick cock waiting to respond to me.

“Let’s take this to the couch in the living room,” I suggest. There’s anther big screen in there, and now I want to hook up my own phone. Taylor hasn’t seen the latest Hippie Hollow videos from my adventures with Carl and Sonia and Jo and Joe yet. He sits on the leather couch, and I sit on his lap, both of us facing the screen. He’s still hard enough, and his dick slides into me effortlessly as I sit down on him. God, it feels good, even if we aren’t actively fucking just having him in there is a delight.

I activate the phone, on the screen, and scroll down to the video selection I’m looking for. I notice that my storage space is getting tight, I’m going to have to transfer these to a hard drive. We start with the videos that Sonia took from our Saturday morning workout. The first thing on the screen is Carl’s cock slowly withdrawing from my dripping pussy, dripping with the mixed spunk of both Taylor and Carl. I can see my legs quivering as I lean unsteadily on the safety bars of Carl’s power rack. Then we see Sonia’s beatific expression as she slurps the excess coating from Carl’s meat. Back to my cunt, with a few stray drips, and then Sonia sucking those as well, with a generous side dish of clit licking. My hips are spasming uncontrollably.

This is followed by more conservative shots of myself, Sonia and Carl doing our general weight training, if lifting weights nude can be called conservative. This is followed by the main course, Carl fucking me in his standing position, my arms wrapped over his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist, him supporting me with his hands under my ass. I hadn’t realized it looked so spectacular. Later he’s seen doing the same to Sonia at Hippie Hollow, and the camera pans between them and Joe fucking me, as Joanne handles the camera duties.

Taylor hasn’t said much, other than a few appreciative sighs and moans. I have gotten really into it, bouncing on Taylor’s lap and another orgasm to show for it. I enjoy porn in general, but it’s especially good when I’m in it. The thought occurs to me that maybe I should start my own porn channel, and upload my videos to the internet. The idea of millions of people watching me fuck is exciting, and I know Hera at least would agree. Usually it’s the woman who’s afraid of being displayed in public, the fear of slut-shaming is still legitimate and powerful. But lately I’ve become a proud slut, and with the right protection, maybe even a public slut. It’s the protection that might be the problem, though.

“By the way,” I mention after the end of the videos, as I climb off of Taylor. “Sonia is going to hire Carl to be her personal trainer and bodyguard when she’s on tour. She says she can pay him better than the solar installation company.”

“Really?” Taylor is genuinely surprised. “That’ll be great. I think he knows a lot more about training other people than he thinks, and he could probably use the program I wrote for him to take on other clients. He could make a business out of it if he wants to.”

“That’s what he said he wants to do,” I agree. “Sonia says he can use her name to get new clients. Although I think he really only wants to work with naked women.”

“As do we all,” Taylor chuckles.

The afternoon is relatively nonsexual. There’s always a lot to talk about, and Taylor and I both have a lot of individual and nonshared interests. Taylor sits down at his computer to work on a debugging issue with an application he’s modifying at work, and I log into a fine art forum, getting drawn into a thread about oils versus acrylics. I’ve been painting with oil almost exclusively for my entire career, but just this week I’ve decided to make the switch to acrylic, partly inspired by Hera’s work. My current project, the Sea Goddess, may be my last major oil painting. I still have a lot of questions about my reset, and my fellow online artists often have good ideas to pass along.

There are still plenty of breaks to take, Taylor and I both love random affectionate touching, and there’s plenty of that. Rarely do I walk past Taylor without him reaching out to squeeze my ass, cup a breast, or if he wants to feel like a celebrity, he’ll grab me by the pussy. Since he’s a celebrity, I let him do it. There’s plenty of whole-body hugging, too. I love hanging out with him naked. In return, he gets his own share of ass squeezings, some gratuitous shoulder rubs, an occasional testicular caress, and my favorite, to grab his cock with my fingertips just under the base of his glans, and give it a tug. There’s something about the tissues beneath the skin at that spot I find fascinating, whether he’s hard or soft, and I love the feel of it under my fingertips.

The lowering of the sun reminds Taylor that he has some yard work to do in the back. It’s a very small back yard, typical of most recent suburban budget tract homes, but it’s got a nice privacy wall, so we don’t have to get dressed to enjoy it. It’s not much, half of it is a concrete patio, and the rest is a couple of rather lonely looking rose bushes in each far corner, a small lemon tree in the middle, and a selection of weeds and sage along the base of the privacy wall. It could definitely be improved, but Taylor is so much more geek than gardener I don’t have much hope for it. I also strongly suspect Taylor will be trading up before long, his career is going well, and he can afford much more house than this.

I busy myself pulling weeds while Taylor takes the hose to the plants that need watering. I’m lost in my own thoughts when an icy splash on my back and ass straightens me up with a loud squeal.

“You bastard!” I rage, as Taylor stands there grinning with the hose held at the ready like a threatening weapon. I have to admit that once the initial shock of the water has worn off, it feels really good to be relieved of the hot dry sun.

“I just think you look extra gorgeous naked and wet,” Taylor laughs, as he sends another spray at my front this time. In full berserker mode, I charge him and exact my vengeance, grabbing the hose and twisting it upward, the stream of water spraying in all directions and soaking both of us. The weeding will go unfinished this evening.

We stand dripping on the porch, and I take in Taylor’s full form standing in the late afternoon sunlight. He cuts an admirable figure. Not so massive and defined as Carl, of course, but trim and muscularly lean. Our little tussle has had its desired effect, and his cock is standing tall and wide, shining in the sun. He’s a little pale, I think. Not enough time naked outdoors. But then, he doesn’t have the time or genetics that I do for getting a nice solar glow. I’m sure not going to complain. I reach up and pull his head down towards my lips, as I lean my face up to meet his. Our kiss is long and deep, and my hand instinctively wraps around the hot hard girth, my fingers unable to completely close around it. Just as instinctively I feel his hand cupping my breast, and my knees weaken. Suddenly all our sex from earlier is forgotten, I feel freshly horny, and want him to take me now.

He doesn’t give me the satisfaction. “Hey, are you hungry?” he suddenly pulls his head back and we break lip contact as he asks. “I was thinking of ordering pizza.”

“I like where you’re going with this,” I smile. I know where he’s going with it. Last Tuesday, after the orgy at my apartment, Taylor had spent the night, and we had ordered a pizza delivery. I was feeling extra bold after that adventure, and I’d thought to give the pizza delivery guy a cheap thrill by taking the order in the nude. I had a cheerful vision in my mind of the young, eager face turning to shock at the sight of a naked woman approaching and reaching towards him to grab the pizza box.

The joke was on us, though, because the delivery guy wasn’t. Her name was Megan, she was a beautiful, young, petite, Hispanic girl, and her look of shock rapidly turned to unmitigated delight, especially when she got a look at Taylor. We tipped her well, and promised repeat business.

“Do you think Megan’s working tonight?” I query, somehow feeling a little less confident than I had a mere five evenings ago.

“There’s one way to find out,” Taylor shrugs. “If she’s not, maybe somebody else can get a thrill.”

I hope she’s on tonight. If she is, she’ll still be surprised, because last time we called the order in with my name and from my address. Tonight Taylor’s making the call, to his house. I hope we’re in her delivery area. Taylor makes the call, he asks for the delivery to be by Megan. We’re in luck! She’s working tonight, and our address is in her area.

It’s dark by now, and we’re freshly showered and shaved. We want to be presentable when she arrives. I especially want Taylor to be presentable, so I have him relax on the couch while we wait. I kneel in front of him and spread his knees slightly. He knows what’s coming, and his cock responds before I’ve even touched it. Sometimes I’m so hungry for his cock that I’m gobbling it up before he’s even hard – I love to feel it grow in my throat. Not tonight, though. I’m not sure when she’ll get here, and I want to stretch it out – literally – so that he’s at his best when she walks through the door. And she WILL walk through the door.

I start with my fingertips, both hands gently cupping the top of his smooth hairless scrotum, sliding down and forward with a slight tension. My tongue lightly contacts the slit of his cockhead, tip to tip. I barely tap it a couple of times, then add a soft flick. Curling it upwards, I brush my tongue-tip along the bottom of his glans, back up to the opening. Now I taste the first sweet slippery oozings of pre-cum. I dip my tongue into it, giving it a slimy coating, then slowly lick around the circumference of the glans, and the narrowing just below it. Only then do I give his balls the slightest tug upward, and leisurely slide my lips down his shaft, feeling the sides of my mouth stretch as I envelope the width of his “flight deck.” Deep throat is a skill I’ve been proud to learn, and Taylor’s girth would make it a challenge for most, but I’ve practiced on him – and on Carl, Henri, and most recently Joe – so often that by now it’s almost effortless. My trained throat opens up easily to let him all the way in, and as my nose pushes into the soft flesh of his pubic pad, I’m glad we shave one another. I can handle hairy pubes, but why should I have to? Skin to skin is orders of magnitude more sensual, stimulating, erotic, and pleasant.

I pull off of him more quickly than I slide down, leaving a thick drooly mess of mouth and throat excretions on him. A little ribbon of drool hangs on between his cockhead and my lower lip, I let it flow down my chin before sliding back again on his well-lubricated manhood. There’s no rush, I control the pace, and Taylor’s not one to cum prematurely in any event. We can do this all night, and just might want to.

The doorbell finally rings, and we’re ready. My pussy is soaked with anticipation, my nipples are jutting forward and tingling, a thick wad of saliva is halfway down my chin, and streaks of wet shiny slime decorate both of my cheeks. Taylor’s cock is spit-shined as well, with excess drips soaking the front of his scrotum. The order is in Taylor’s name, but I’ll be the one answering the door. I stand and walk towards it, Taylor following a few feet back. There’s no need for a second ring. I open the door in all my naked glory, and see those beautiful big brown doe eyes suddenly double in size. She stands for a moment in shocked silence, an instant of confusion, and then joyous recognition.

“T-Tethys? Tethys? Tethys! Oh my god! Tethys!” By now she’s bouncing up and down and squealing with delight, and of course drops the pizza box on the doorstep. Fortunately it stays together. She picks it up, I grab her and pull her in through the door, close it, and then throw my arms around her in a happy embrace.

“I was so hoping I would see you again, but I didn’t expect this ... I thought it was for a Taylor ... Oh, Taylor! Your boyfriend!” Now she sees him standing behind us, beautifully naked himself, cock at full attention and full slobber residue. She saw him flaccid last Tuesday night, and was impressed then, now she stares open-mouthed at his magnificent equipment.

“Taylor, is this your house? This is so cool. You both look so hot! I wasn’t interrupting was I? I apologize...”

She’s babbling now, and I lead her into the kitchen and take the pizza box out of her hands. She looks so cute in her red and blue delivery vest and ball cap, long straight brown hair, brown perfect skin, strikingly beautiful face, flawless lips, petite body with hips on the narrow side, an air of innocent enthusiasm.

“We’ve been thinking about you this week, ever since Tuesday,” I tell her.

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” she replies, a little shakily. “Both of you. I thought you were just just being wild and adventurous, though, like on a dare.”

“You looked at Taylor and said you wished you had a boyfriend like that.”

“I’m sorry,” she tries to sound contrite, but she’s staring directly at Taylor’s cock. “I wasn’t trying to cause trouble. But you two seemed so free and ... and bold, I guess. And he’s beautiful!” her voice drops to a mumble.

“How old are you, Megan?” Taylor breaks in. “We don’t want to cause any trouble either, and we don’t want to get you into any trouble.”