Cyndi looked at me. “I know that you’ve spent days with her, both of you nude, knowing that she wants you, and you’ve never so much as touched her. I don’t think there’s anyone I trust more not to corrupt her.”
Jay spoke up. “Johnny is the most trustworthy person I know,” she said.
I looked at Jay. “What do you think?”
She took on what I thought of as the “Jay is pondering” expression. “We have too many rooms. Laura can have one all to herself. We all like her a lot. I’m fine with it, and the other girls will be, too. We can take her shopping!”
“Don’t spoil her,” Cyndi said.
Jay made a pouty face. “Just a little, maybe?” she said.
Cyndi laughed. We worked out the logistics. Today was Saturday; Cyndi and Richard would leave on Monday and return the following Sunday. We talked about where they would be going, contact information, a medical release letter, and so on. Money for her board, which Jay and I politely declined. Cyndi agreed to type everything up.
We talked about ground rules. Laura apparently didn’t have many of them.
“She’s a great kid. Very mature and self-directed. You should know that we let her drink at home,” Cyndi said. “Wine with dinner, beer sometimes if she wants it. She had a margarita once.”
“Twice,” Laura said.
“Wow,” I said. “She’s never gotten into the booze here.”
“We took the European approach with her,” Cyndi said. “They start their kids on wine and water when they’re pretty young. By the time they’re teenagers, booze is no big deal. Unlike most kids here in the States who go crazy with it once they can get their hands on it. So feel free to let her drink with you if you’re okay with that.”
“Okay,” I said.
Cyndi gazed at me for a while. “And… you shouldn’t have to worry so much about how you touch her,” she said. “She’s gonna be your kid for the next week. You’re probably going to have to hug her. And she’ll need suntan lotion on more than just her back. And… I hear you give a wicked massage.”
Wow. When Cyndi trusted someone, it was wholehearted. “We’ll see,” I said. “I may be trustworthy, but I’m still a male animal. With the typical male reactions.”
“We’ll keep everything on the straight and narrow,” Jay said. “There will always be at least one of us girls here.”
“That’s that, then,” Cyndi said as she got up. “Laura, please be home by six so we can eat and have time to figure out what you need to pack.”
“We don’t need to pack, Mom,” Laura said. “I’m five houses away.”
“There’s that,” Cyndi said. “Okay, I’m off. Thank you so much Johnny, Jay. I’ll see you here next Sunday.”
“No,” I said.
She stared at me.
“Not unless you’re naked.”
She continued to stare at me. Then that quirky smile hit her face again.
“See you here next Sunday,” she said.
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I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt in the kitchen making carnitas when Meyer came over on Monday evening. He gazed out the sliding glass door at the six beautiful young naked women in the pool playing Marco Polo. Every once in a while one would cheat and climb out of the pool, water running down her body as she ran to a different part of the pool and jumped back in. Meyer turned to me.
“Fuck you,” he said.
“Why?” I said.
“I don’t know. Just… fuck you and this fucking thing you have going for you.”
“Hey, I’m just a victim here. I can’t seem to stop any of it from happening.”
“As if you would.”
“Georgia not keeping you occupied?”
“She gives me all I can take, and then some. That doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about your sex life.” He squinted through the window. “Speaking of sex, some of those girls seem a bit youngish.”
“They are,” I said. “Just visiting.”
“Meyer!” Dawn jumped out of the pool and ran towards the house, all dripping water and jiggling tits.
“Asshole,” Meyer muttered at me as Dawn opened the door and threw her wet self into Meyer’s arms and kissed him. He hugged her, then cupped her ass with one hand as the other hand flipped me the bird. I chuckled as I added a little more orange juice to the carnitas, then put the lid back on.
Meyer moved his hands back up to hug Dawn and she quickly flipped around so that her ass was against his crotch and her breasts filled his hands. He moved his hands away like he’d been burnt and looked at me quickly. I just shook my head and laughed as Dawn grabbed his hands and pressed them back against her tits and wriggled her ass against him. It’s a game she’d been playing for the last couple of months. All of my girls loved Meyer. Part of it was that he was loveable. Another part was that I owed him my life.
Meyer gave up the fight and squeezed Dawn’s tits lovingly. “Mmmmm, feels good,” she said. “We haven’t seen you in forever. Why don’t you come over anymore?”
“Well, my young lovely, it might sound ironic given that I’m currently molesting your teenage body, but I have a girlfriend.” He switched to rubbing her nipples, and she giggled. I checked myself for jealousy: nothing. Why could I watch Meyer play with Dawn’s body and not feel jealous when the very thought of her doing anything sexual with Thomas Barker made me grind my teeth?
“Oh, my goodness, what’s that I feel behind me?” Dawn said as she ground her naked ass into Meyer’s crotch. Meyer instantly let go of her and backed away. His slacks were tented obscenely.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” he said, looking back and forth between me and Dawn. Her face changed as she realized that she’d maybe pushed the game too far. She looked at me for help.