Chapter 45B: Morning Sex and Camel Fights

Darla Jean and Randall were pretty subdued as they departed Mary's place in Randall's car. It had been a long, busy, strange night. Both of them would probably be facing some amount of questioning from their parents, and both of them were preparing their defenses for those encounters, but first there were some other issues to be dealt with.

"So, umm, wild night," Darla Jean kicked it off.

"Yeah, pretty surprising." Randall appeared to be concentrating on his driving.

"Good surprising, or bad surprising?" Darla Jean queried. Had she run Randall off? That would suck -- he was, well, pretty incredible...

"Good, I guess," Randall replied. "At the start, I figured I'd just maybe get a chance to apologize, and that would be it. Everything else..."

Darla Jean pushed her hair back out of her face. "Well, I wasn't thrilled with the whole conspiracy thing, but I wasn't REALLY unhappy with the results."

"I learned that," Randall mused. "Then everything got crazy..."

Darla Jean nodded. Everything had. First, there had been the pool party -- a wild scene if there ever was one -- then that crazy blowjob experiment... Finally, something that just missed an orgy, largely by virtue of the fact that each group (Teddy, Mary, and Stick weren't a couple, after all... ) stuck to their own partners... Question was, where did that leave THEM? "Too crazy?"

"Um. Well..." Certainly, things had gone a great distance beyond anything Randall had envisioned, on a number of fronts. If his Dad learned that he'd sucked a cock... Randall shuddered, something Darla Jean detected and took no comfort from. "Do you see that kind of thing as 'normal'?"

"Huh! Not even!" Darla Jean exclaimed. "Who knows when we'll do something like THAT again?" Last night had gone some distance beyond anything she had conceived of previously...

"Well, it might leave a taste for such things..." Randall said guardedly.

Darla Jean flinched. "There wasn't much more that could have happened..."

But there was, and both knew it. It could have been Darla Jean in the daisy-chain between Teddy and Stick, for instance. Both of them saw flashes of different combinations of themselves and the other three -- the kinds of things that a real orgy would have produced. Randall gave voice to the though, "Oh, I dunno. There were a bunch of things..."

"Yeah." Darla Jean gathered herself. "What if... ?"

Randall grimaced. "Well, we got that far, but..."

"Are we still okay?" Was their agreement at the pool still in force? Or had things gone too far?

Randall frowned into the windshield. "I think so. I'm okay if you are..." Was he wild enough? She'd encouraged it -- but what about all that queer-bait stuff?

"I'm good." Darla Jean paused a moment. "If I'd..."

Randall scratched his head. "I dunno. I just dunno."

"Well, we talked about others..."

"Yeah," Randall nodded. "We did. But last night would have been too soon -- 'way too soon. I'm not... comfortable... yet. As it was, we pushed the edge of the envelope pretty far, don't you think?"

Darla Jean relaxed. "Yeah, we did. REAL far! I think you're right -- we should concentrate on each other for a bit and get grounded. I don't figure we'll see a night like last night any too often... Want to meet Mom?"

Randall thought about it as he pulled up to the curb. "Think that's smart?"

"Probably not," Darla Jean sighed. "Not at the moment. Give me some time to prepare her a bit. You'll need to work on your folks, too, if I'm gonna get seen over there..."

"Yeah, that'll be interesting," Randall agreed. "Let's not mention the blowjob experiment, huh?"

"Good plan." Darla Jean leaned over and kissed him quickly, and was gone before he could recover. "Bye!" she waved over her shoulder. Randall waved back, then put the car in gear.

It was nearly eleven before everyone got motivated and pointed at the swimming pool; first, the couples had to go back to their rooms and change, and almost no one was thrilled with the idea of wearing some swimsuit someone else had previously worn under God knew what conditions. Oddly, the males complained the loudest, Nate worrying about crabs and Draper mumbling about color.

Bianca met them at their rooms and led them out back, past the sauna and the sunroom where two hot tubs sat burbling under protective covers, and on out onto the deck, which fronted a sizeable swimming pool. The pool was half-surrounded by the house, two wings extending along half of the length; the other half was made private by a sizeable hedge a few yards beyond the far edge that merged into the fencing surrounding the rest of the formal back yard. Invisible behind the hedges was a substantial wall -- but no one present except Bianca realized that. "Eh, pretty nice!" Nate commented. Draper nodded and Tenisha murmured agreement as they wandered along the edge, exploring.

"I swim here a lot in the summer," Bianca offered. "It's very nice, especially in the afternoon."

"How deep is the deep end?" Draper asked, covering a bit of agitation. Draper was a poor swimmer.

"Deep enough for diving," Bianca replied, missing the concern, "but it comes back up to five feet very quickly -- see the red line? Although for me, five feet is deep..." At five foot three, Bianca was easily the shortest of the group.

Draper nodded, and Nate, who knew that his friend wasn't that comfortable around water, moved on, "So what do ya do out here, 'sides swim?"

Bianca colored a bit. "Well, sunbathe. It's usually just me..." Now that Miss Nora was going to be around periodically, maybe things wouldn't be so boring.

Leticia arrived, leading a somewhat bemused Pete. The tail thing was pretty wild, and looked good swishing along her dark chocolate legs as she walked. Leticia had been a whole lot less snooty than normal when she came to get him too; maybe she should wear the tail all the time... Looking up, he took in his charges. Miss Nora was there in a blue and white bikini that wasn't really able to hide her odd proportions -- still, there were a lot of good parts on display, and if you were an ass man, she was a dream.

The black girl was pretty thin, but she had a nice, round ass. The top of her light magenta bikini was obviously loose, but there were serious points poking out the cups. Pete had seen worse.

Bianca was a vision, as usual. Shorter than the other girls, her curves nonetheless had both of them outclassed, largely because her proportions were closer to the norm than Nora's. The red-trimmed white bikini she wore managed to look less demure than it actually was. Pete reflected that they would all look good in wet T-shirts -- even Tenisha, with those nipples...

The guys were, well, guys. Nate, Pete had seen before, but not in this state of undress. Thin and hard, showing ribs above his six-pack, he looked like you could ram him right through a sheet of plywood and not hurt him. The other teen was a good deal huskier, sporting a lot of smooth muscles -- not someone you wanted to pick a fight with. "Hi, I'm Pete," he introduced himself.

He was greeted by wary nods among the blacks and a quiet, "Hi, Pete," from Nora. Clearly, they weren't absolutely certain of his purpose. "You guys go on with whatever you were up to," he said nonchalantly, "I'm just here to see to it that nobody stays on the bottom of the pool too long and clogs up the filter." He turned and took up a lounger, and the younger set relaxed visibly.

"So you're not like a chaperone," Nate asked guardedly.

"Nope. I hear you guys are all couples and have already had advanced anatomy, so I don't have to be your moral guardian," Pete replied airily. "You all can do as you like, all right?"

"Yeh." Nate nodded and turned his attention to Nora, "Let's go swimmin', then."

It took a few minutes, but soon everyone was splashing around and playing grab-ass -- except Bianca, who was dangling her legs in the water on the deep end. None of the others had a whole lot of pool time, so serious swimming was out. Leticia stood by, trying to look impassive; Pete watched her try to settle herself in a settee, grimace, and get back up -- apparently, the tail wasn't any too comfortable to sit on. Mostly, Pete tried to scope Bianca without getting caught at it -- something difficult, since Bianca was trying to do the same thing. The little fox's eyes always seemed to be there -- never locking on him directly, just taking him in as background -- or pretending to...

Leticia might have caught the pair, but she was too busy wallowing in embarrassment and humiliation. Miss Nora's beau, Nate, made a point of eyeing her every few minutes, boldly, somewhat angrily, keeping the heat turned up. What Leticia DIDN'T know was that it was all a put-on -- Nate wasn't that wildly angry. More than anything else, he felt sorry for the woman, but this was a prime opportunity to rake an older woman over the coals, and he couldn't pass it up!

"Was she really that bad?" Nora whispered in an aside.

"Nah. I'm just pullin' her chain. It's good for her, I bet. Besides, I'm gettin' a kick out of it," Nate whispered back, favoring Leticia with another quick glare.

"It's mean," Nora insisted.

"Your Daddy'd do it," Nate replied. "If we don't punish her enough, he'll think of something else. I'm doin' her a favor."

"Maybe," Nora agreed half-heartedly.

"For sho'," Nate insisted. "Your Daddy'd get a kick out of me gettin' her pregnant -- except that it'd screw us up. He as much as said so!"

Nora thought about it. "You're probably right," she granted. "Why does he get a kick out of such things, do you think?"

Nate scratched his head. "Power. It's really personal -- an' really intense. I don't wanna be on the receiving end, that's for sure!"