Chapter 3

Without any more discussion, Tim and I stood up and removed the rest of our clothes, picking up our pants off the floor where they’d fallen and folding them casually and laying them over the back of one of the chairs. We unbuttoned our shirts, pulling our tees off over our heads, then skimmed off our socks, leaving us standing there, stark naked, dicks still swollen and glistening with saliva – ours and Tanya’s − in front of her. We remained standing like that, giving her the chance – wanting her so see us, like that.

And she looked, possibly seeing a nude man – now men – for the very first time (not sure how much privacy she and her grandfather shared). And she just looked, in her normal, expressionless way. The good news was, she didn’t look displeased. In fact, if I had to guess, she was thinking about how she’d like to see more naked men this weekend. If so, we’d be happy to accommodate her.

“Wanna wash up a little?” Tim turned on the kitchen faucet – yes, the cabin had a water heater – and let it run for a while. He walked over to the blue duffel that had the towels and stuff and returned with a wash cloth, along with the squeeze bottle of body wash. He stopped for a moment, then went back to the duffel and returned with a bathmat towel he’d thought to bring along. He wet the cloth under the now-lukewarm water, squirted some of the body wash on it, and began to bathe me – first, gently washing my face, then neck, shoulders and arms, then my chest and back. He skipped my midsection and proceeded to wipe down each leg, concluding with the tops of each foot. Then he went to my midsection, telling me to turn around, and when I did, he lovingly bathed my butt, then grabbed my hips and turned me around and washed my belly and cock and balls. And Tanya was taking all this in – every bit of it.

Then he squirted some more of the body wash on the cloth and handed it to me, and I proceeded to bathe him in exactly the same way he had done me. Then I rinsed out the cloth and gave it to him, and he used the damp cloth to rinse me of the body wash, taking the time to spread my bum cheeks and run a tongue lovingly up between them, lingering only briefly at the puckered little brown hole – briefly, since he did not want to risk making our “guest” uncomfortable this early on.

He turned me around, again carefully, gently, thoroughly rinsing clean my cock and balls. Planting a final “There you go” kiss on the tip of my cock, he rinsed the cloth and handed it to me and I repeated the same process on him, except I took a little longer running my tongue up – and down, and up again – the crack of his bum. And I noticed that Tanya’s hand had crept down between those pale thighs of hers and seemed to be working away.

We kissed each other briefly, then turned to Tanya. “T, would you like to wash up a bit before bed?” She stood there, like she wasn’t sure what the right answer was. Again, Tim told her, “It’s alright – whatever you want to do is just fine, right, Chase?”

She got a relieved expression when I nodded, like an important question had been answered. “Yah, I guess I would.” And she waited. And you just knew what she wanted to ask.

“Well, if you’re going to wash, maybe it’d be a good idea for you to get your clothes off.”

She stood there, like she was uncertain what to do now. “Should I take ‘em all off, like you guys?”

Tim replied, “Whatever you’re comfortable with.” She kicked off her tennis shoes, which had somehow managed to stay on through all of this, then unsnapped the waist button of her shorts and efficiently stepped out of them. And what struck me was how childlike and fragile she looked, standing there in her ordinary white cotton underpants (I wouldn’t even glorify them with the word “panties”).

She stood there, not moving, uncertain what she should do next. She looked at Tim again, another question on her face. Tim understood what she was asking.

Again, “Only if you’re comfortable.”

She looked both uncertain and relieved – simultaneously. She hooked her fingers on the elastic waist of her underpants, hesitated for a moment, then pulled them down and stepped out of them – revealing a completely bald pussy! Tim’s expression froze, and I think I might have even let out an involuntary gasp.

Tanya saw our reactions and immediately got this frightened expression, like she’d done something terribly wrong. Tim caught this and immediately stepped in. “Wow, T! Back when we first met you, we had no idea how pretty you are, but you look great!” He turned to me. “Doesn’t T look pretty, Chase?”

I mumbled some agreement, like “Yeah, we’re really lucky, aren’t we, Tim? I mean to have her here with us for the whole weekend.” She seemed to relax a bit. Also, for the first time since we met her, her mouth curved into a little smile. Now, with the smile, she did look a little pretty.

But we were really surprised -- I don’t think either of us would have taken her to be a “shaver.” In her living circumstances, I wouldn’t imagine a young woman bothering to shave – or even knowing about such things, for that matter. Maybe it was something physical – a genetic thing, maybe. Anyhow, it made her look really young, almost like a child – there, at least. And to Tim and me – we’ll, that’s a very good thing indeed. ‘Cause there’s this other kind of thing Tim and I like...

Anyhow, we had gotten to this point ostensibly because Tanya had agreed that she wanted to “wash up a bit.” Thing is, none of us was quite sure where to go from here. I think Tim and I were waiting for the go-ahead from Tanya, but it wasn’t coming.

Finally, I said, “It’s OK, T – just say what it is you want to say.” Then, since nothing was forthcoming, I asked, “Would you like it if one of us helped you wash?”

Her relief was apparent. “Yuh.” But the way she said it, it was like there was something else. And you knew what the something else was.

“Who do you want to help you wash?” But we already knew the answer.

We could barely hear her voice when she said, “Both...?” There it was.

Tim and I smiled. “OK, both of us.”

She came over to where Tim had spread the bathmat, and because we didn’t want to burden her with needing to make any more decisions, I picked up the cloth, wet it under the faucet, put some body wash on it, and handed it to Tim. For some reason, I decided to place a kiss on the tip of her nose before stepping back and letting Tim get down to business. He washed her slight body pretty much the same way he and I had washed each other, except, of course, for the cock-and-balls part. He rinsed the cloth and handed it over to me.

I wet the cloth just a little more, then began to wipe her body clean of the wash, starting with her back. As Tim and I had done, I rinsed her upper body, then her slim legs, and then her butt. And after I had rinsed her there, I stopped. And I waited. And to my pleasure, she finally said it.

“Would you do what you did with Tim there?’

I put my hands on her small round bum cheeks and spread them apart and extended my tongue and carefully ran it up through the soft crevice. When I reached her puckered pink hole I paused, and sure enough, she held her breath, and she waited. And I knew what she was waiting for − the moment when she would feel the tip of my tongue on that forbidden place.

I just touched it at first, just to make sure she wasn’t going to pull away. When she didn’t, I went on, licking around the snug little hole several times, then pushing the tip of my tongue against it. I wasn’t able to get it inside, but I wanted to send the message: tongues can go into bum holes, and that it’s enjoyable for both parties.

I rinsed the cloth again and handed it to Tim. He proceeded to rinse her from the front side. And when he got to what would have been the cock-and-balls part, he ran the cloth very gently over that hairless pussy, then let the cloth slip aside and let his fingers slide gently into her slit. I heard her make little noise – like a cross between a gasp and a squeak – and I saw her hips thrust forward.

Her confidence was building, bit by bit, and she asked, or tried to ask, “Tim, could you ... you know ... like Chase did ... back there?”

Tim, of course, knew exactly what Chase had done “back there.” He knelt down and tried to use his tongue where his fingers had been, but between Tanya’s height – or lack of it – and the differences in male-versus-female anatomy, he was not having much success. After several tries, he gave in to his frustration – and, probably, hers. He put his arms around her hips and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Almost reflexively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms behind his neck, and like that, he carried her over and put her down – almost dumped her – onto one of the lounge chairs. He fell to his knees and buried his face in that hairless kitty, and in a matter of seconds Tanya was bouncing up and down in the chair, experiencing what was probably her very first orgasm that wasn’t from her own hands.

Tim kept his mouth on her sex all the time that she was coming down from her orgasm and catching her breath. (Also, he may have taken advantage of the opportunity to slip in a few more licks – and maybe a clit-suck or two.) Finally, he rocked back on his heels and smiled at her. She smiled back at him, and at that moment, it was almost the smile of an angel.

While she was still enjoying the feelings from her climax −and probably trying to process what had just happened to her − I asked, “When you asked if you could come along with us this weekend, did you ever think something like that would happen?”

In a shy – but happy – voice, she said, “I was kinda hopin’...”

After that, we all took a bit of a breather, although I thought it might take Tanya hours before she finally came down form the thrill of her first real, “grownup” orgasm.

When we finally decided that it was time to get to bed (notice, I didn’t say, “go to sleep”), I rummaged around in my duffel and found the toothpaste and a brand new toothbrush I knew I had, and Tanya went to the tiny sink in the bathroom while Tim and I, still naked, brushed our teeth at the kitchen sink.

When we all finished, I explained the arrangements to Tanya.

“Tim and I are going to bed now,” I paused, and then smiled at her, “and yes, we’re going to do queer stuff – or more queer stuff, I guess.” That got the slightest hint of a smile out of her as soon as she caught my little attempt at a joke. “The other bedroom is yours – it’s your own, to do as you like, when you like.” We caught the look of concern that fell across her face when I said that. “We’re not kicking you out or anything – you’re welcome to stay as long as you like – we just want you to know that that space is yours. Okay?”

She didn’t say anything, so we took that to mean “okay,” or at least, “so far, so good.”

“So right now, Tim and I are going to get in bed, and we’re going to do something that we like to do. You’re welcome to watch, or go to bed, or maybe, both. But we want you to know, Tim and I, that it’s totally up to you – whatever you do is just fine.”

She got this look of concentration, like she was trying to puzzle out a complicated problem. When she finally said something, it was more in the form of a question. “Maybe, if it’s okay, I could stay out here, with you, and then see if I want to stay more or go to the other room?”

Tim and I looked at each other. I said, “I think that sounds like a sensible plan. Sound sensible to you, Tim?” He nodded.

I suggested, “Why don’t you grab that blanket over there,” motioning to the Indian-design woolen blanket that was draped over the back of one of the chairs, “and put it around you and make yourself comfortable in this chair here,” gesturing, “and that way you’ll be able to see Tim and me.” I didn’t say what she’d see Tim and me doing.

She looked to where I was pointing, then went over and got the blanket and, as I’d suggested, wrapped it around her thin frame and sat down in the chair that was opposite one corner of the bed. Our bed. Because Tanya was already snuggled under her blanket in the chair, I went around turning off lights and turning on the small bedside lamp that was the only light for “Tanya’s room.” As I did, I watched Tanya out of the corner of my eye. She was following everything I did – with her eyes steadily trained on my midsection, or to be more precise, on the cock that stood out half-hard from my midsection. And she wasn’t trying to hide her interest. Good for her.

Tim and I kissed, and then we got into the bed, in the unique position we’d need for what we wanted to do.

This particular bed is kind of an odd size − bigger than a regular double bed but not quite as large as a standard queen. Knowing how “thrifty” Brad is, he probably got it at a really good price at some kind of close-out. Anyway, because of the weird size, he can’t even get fitted sheets for it – he has to get queen-size flat sheets and tuck them in.

All this to say that when Tim and I got in the bed, we laid down kind of diagonally across it because this was the only way we could end up like we wanted to be – on our sides, with my mouth opposite Tim’s cock and his mouth next to my cock.

With the fire still burning in the fireplace, it was warm enough that we didn’t need a blanket or sheet over us. As a result, we didn’t have to worry about getting entangled in the sheets – and Tanya was able to watch us doing our “queer stuff” with nothing to block her view.

And that’s what we did. Tim was just the way I like him at these times – half soft, half hard. Half hard, because that’s how I want him to be – hard, and excited. Half soft, because I love being able to move him around and bend and squeeze him a little, and then do what it takes to make him all-the-way hard. And he smelled just right – clean, from our sponge baths, but still like a guy, with a bit of sweat and hormones, and just the slightest hint of the cum that’s to come later.

There wasn’t anything exotic about what we did. It was just two people, lying side-by-side, lovin’ on each other. A thought flashed through my mind: if this was going to be Tanya’s introduction to queers doing queer stuff, then we were probably providing a very good example indeed.