Chapter 5

At the Miller's house a similar scene unfolded. Bob emerged from a quick shower. He still had a pleasant buzz on and thoughts of Sarah and Ann's naked bodies filled his head.

"Little Beth Newman certainly has grown up, hasn't she?" said Ann offhandedly. She was seated at her dressing table combing through her lush blond hair. Bob found himself staring at the reflection of Ann's breasts in her mirror. They were encased in the very sheer fabric of a soft nightgown that Ann had carelessly thrown over her shoulders. Her dark areoles and enlarged nipples showed clearly through the flimsy material.

"I guess," said Bob casually.

"Judging by the way you were staring at her little panties and tight ass, I figured you more than simply noticed," chided Ann.

"I was not staring." Bob walked over and stooped to kiss the back of Ann's slim neck. "I was just comparing her... to her previous self."

Bob and Ann both chuckled at his clearly lame response.

"Well, just make sure you don't go pointing your dick in her direction. And, if you do, I had better know all about it," said Ann. As she spoke, Ann reached out and removed the towel from around Bob's waist. His long flaccid cock dangled inches from her.

"She's a teenager, for crying out loud... a kid," said Bob defensively.

"She is a college girl who likely knows how to do this very well," answered Ann. With that, she guided Bob's cock to her full lips and kissed its tip.

"Oh, baby... little Beth couldn't possibly do that better than you." Bob closed his eyes in anticipation of further attention being paid to his quickly hardening dick.

"Well, don't you ever forget that, especially when you are looking up little Beth's short skirts," mumbled Ann. "The same idea goes for Sarah Best too."

Ann continued to nuzzle Bob's cock. Her tongue flicked here and there causing electric sensations to fire through his body.

"You didn't show any reluctance in checking out Harry Best's dick, my sweet..." Bob's voice trailed off as the sensations of Ann's soft mouth on his hard cock demanded his full attention.

Ann paused.

"Harry has a nice body and a charming smile, but you're changing the subject, lover. Just promise me this: Make sure that I am always there with you if you decide to try any strange pussy."

With that, Ann took a large portion of Bob's engorged cock into her mouth at once. Her tongue ran up and down the length of the tender part just under the tip.

"I will... Oh god, yes... oh, fuck... yes," whispered Bob, "I promise..."

"Good!"

Ann's mouth abruptly left Bob's tumescent cock. He sensed a soft breeze as she passed by him and his eyes snapped open.

"You wouldn't leave me like this, would you, baby?" Bob pleaded.

"It's my turn to shower, lover. I can't go to bed with this chlorine smell from the pool all over me. I have to get it out of my hair. I'll rise off as quickly as I can."

Bob looked longingly down at his erect cock then back at Ann. His lip protruded like a pouting child's.

"Hold that thought, baby, I'll be right back," said Ann.

She tossed her soft nightgown at Bob and it draped gently over his extended cock.

"Nice catch." Ann winked and went into the bathroom.

Bob followed her, cock bouncing as his walked.

"What exactly did you mean when you mentioned strange pussy?" Bob inquired. His brow was furrowed, but his eyes twinkled.

"I meant that if you suddenly are overcome with the desire for strange pussy, you had better make sure that I am there with you when you try it. Otherwise, I might have to kill you." Ann turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm.

"By my calculations, one familiar pussy... yours... plus one strange pussy... plus me... adds up to three! Am I hearing what I think I am hearing?" Bob's mind was ablaze with the possibilities despite the elevated alcohol level in his bloodstream.

"Maybe," winked Ann as she stepped into the shower and closed the glass door. Steam quickly obscured Bob's view of Ann's splendid body.

"By they way, I haven't told you about something else that happened tonight," said Bob shouting above the roar of shower.

"What's that?" said Ann.

"I think the Newman boy was watching us while we were skinny dipping."

"You're kidding! How is that possible?" answered Ann.

"I saw a head bobbing over the top of their garage roof-I think it was young Al."

"What do you mean you think? Did you see him or not?"

"Well, sort of. It was dark so I just saw this head. But, who else would be up there? It had to be Al Jr."

"I guess he got a good look then," said Ann. "I wonder if he was looking at me and Sarah... or at you and Harry!" Ann cackled at her little joke. "Next time we swim naked, we'll have to be on the lookout... and invite him over." Laughter again rose over the roar of the shower.