"My God you two, how much did you spend?" Jeanine asked in disbelief, seeing the seemingly never-ending supply of clothing, shoes, and accessories.
Clint and Timber looked at one another. "Well..." Clint began computing. "No more than usual. How much do we usually spend?"
"I dunno, two hundy on a regular shopping day." Timber said to him, then looked to Jeanine. "But we go shopping like once every three weeks to like a month, so that's pretty good."
Clint checked some of the receipts. "And apparently today was one of our big days." He smirked.
"Big days?" Jeanine asked in disbelief.
Timber took out her own wad of receipts. Her parents always urged her to keep her receipts so they could see all she charged to her credit card. "Damn! Obviously today was a big day." She agreed. "But we still didn't beat our record." She grinned, elbowing him.
"We once spent twelve hundred dollars each." Clint explained to Jeanine, smiling sheepishly.
"It just happened." Timber continued.
Jeanine's mouth was agape. "I have never spent more than six hundred bucks at the mall. Never. And even then, I was redecorating my bedroom. You guys are animals."
"But we have it under control." Timber explained. "We only go shopping like every two weeks tops, otherwise we go to get little things. And then we've only gone big shopping like twice?"
"Three times counting today." Clint responded.
"Yeah, and when we spent twelve hundy, it wasn't all on ourselves. Like, it was just before you guys left for Hawaii, so I mean, I got everyone birthday presents too." Timber reminded Clint.
"What did Frank do?" Jeanine asked Clint. "I know Ghinger and Weston probably didn't even care for you Timber, but Frank probably said something."
"Nuh-uh!" Timber interjected. "My parents are actually pretty strict! I mean, they're cool, but hello? They were raised in an environment where children speak when spoken to; then they went to catholic boarding schools in England! I mean those British people kick some ass. They're strict as hell! My dad took away my plastic for three months! Then he gave me a limit, and said I have to keep all my receipts to show him what I buy. And if I go over my shopping limit for the month, it better be for an emergency." She explained, getting her receipts in order while Clint watched on her shoulder.
"My parents too. Weston talked to my Dad." Clint said. "Damn. You clearly went over your limit today!" he laughed.
"The shoes were an emergency." Timber said shrugging. "And I mean, I only went over by thirty-nine dollars." She added. "So that's no biggie. I used some cash too, so my credit card is still in tact. And excuse me Clint, you went over your limit too! God DAMN! You went two hundred over!"
"No, I used cash on those pants I bought." Clint said, poking his tongue out at her. "And I also used cash on the two shirts from structure, and the Polo jeans were for my dad. He's too lazy to go to the mall." Clint said. "So I am securely under my limit."
"Yeah, well, I'll just tell my mom we can share that shirt I bought; you know, the one from I think it was Arden B." Timber pointed out.
Jeanine just watched the exchange between the two, sitting together in the back. Clint sat in the middle seat and Timber on the right side, her hair billowing from the wind of the open top in the car. The two were sitting in a sea of bags.
"No, that shirt was DKNY!" Clint replied. "And it was over a hundred dollars so you really shouldn't have bought it man."
"Well, I know my mom will love that shirt. Seriously, she will. So I'll just let her have it. I borrow a ton of her clothes anyways, so I can borrow that one too." Timber reasoned.
"Are you talking about the black shirt?" Jeanine spoke up, recalling the black, short-sleeved turtleneck she could recall her friend purchasing. "Man, that shirt was like nylon, and it was tight on you! Your mom will NOT fit that. I mean, I can't help but notice the fact that your mom has humungous boobs."
Timber nodded grinning. "She does have big boobies. I wonder why I have nothing!"
"You look alright from here." Clint smirked.
Timber eyed him momentarily. "And no, for the record, the black nylon one was Banana Republic and like thirty bucks. The DKNY was like grey and it was CASHMERE, explaining the price. And I got it on sale for eighty, and my mom will love that, and it was probably too big for me. I didn't even try it on." She defended herself, tucking the receipts into her shiny pocketbook.
"You guys are too much of impulse buyers." Jeanine scolded., tucking her wisps away from her face.
"We buy what we like!" Clint defended.
"At the rate you're going, one shirt will go over your limit." Jeanine informed him. "I mean, Abercrombie, J.Crew, Gap, Express, Benneton... stores like that are just perfect. But then Clint, Mr. Stud himself, starts going into Burberry and Gucci where a shirt is like nine hundred dollars... that's ridiculous! Maybe when I have a job, but if I ever bought a shirt over a hundred, a hundred fifty maybe if it's cute, my mother would kill me." She shook her head.
"That's why we have the limit Jen. It's like this... My parents, our parents, have totally given up on the whole 'article of clothing thing.' So they give us limits and if we want to buy one thing that makes the limit, we can't get anything else. Besides, I keep it relatively decent. For the record, I do not own a single article of clothing that is over like, a hundred and fifty dollars." She announced.
"The matching Burberry scarves we bought Christmas time." Clint coughed.
"Two hundred dollars." Timber corrected. "But cashmere's expensive! That's why they call it CASH-mere." She quipped.
Clint chuckled. "What about the Ralph pea-coat? That was at least five hundred."
"It wasn't up to five hundred. Besides, that was a winter coat and my mom bought that for me. So that doesn't count!"
"You guys are the most spoiled kids I know! Especially you Timber, you don't even work! And how do you explain spending twelve hundred dollars at the mall in one day?" Jeanine demanded incredulously.
Clint and Timber looked at one another in disbelief. "It's the quantity that gets us in trouble." They said in unison.
"Cause you guys are freaking... shop-a-holics!" Jeanine accused. "Jesus! You can't go into Abercrombie without buying something."
"I can too! It's Club Monaco that's my kryptonite." Clint admitted.
"I don't have many weaknesses, but like, if I see something cute, I kinda like to buy it then because I can never find my size! So when I do, it's a blessing. That's why my closet is half empty. I don't have many clothes at all."
"Yeah, long legs and a thin waist equal no clothes." Clint agreed as Angela pulled into the Moffatt's driveway and cut the engine. "I wonder what these losers have been up to all day." The only male present muttered, collecting his bags in a clattering mess.
"Pro'ly Tylenol and 'Murder, She Wrote' reruns." Timber snickered.
* * *
"Bow, chicka-bow weow-weow; bowt chicka-bowt weow." Bob sang in a twangy tone, imitating the music on the screen. "Did somebody order a pizza?" he asked in a deep and hollow voice, straightening his back to produce such a sound.
Kelly giggled, covering her mouth with her palms. Carmen had the same reaction, grinning at her boyfriend's rendition of Drake from the adult film 'Urban Cummando.'
"I did!" Bob mimicked the busty blonde on screen, taking his voice up several octaves in a falsetto imitation. "Is it hot?" he smirked, winking at Carmen. "I dunno." He continued with his male character. "Why don't you come over here and see."
Dave chuckled at his triplet. "Man, we've been watching way too much porn." He commented.
"Shut up man, it's good for you." Scott quipped, still lazily curled in a fetal position in the corner of the sofa.
"What a Beefcake." Carmen commented as the pizza delivery boy's posterior flashed across the screen. "He's so much bigger than the pilot in 'Mile High Club.'" She added, referring to the film the group had watched a few hours before.
"Honey! I'm home!" Clint called, entering the house through the kitchen.
"Clint!" Bob exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running to meet his twin as he walked through the archway from the next room. "What'd you buy me?" Bob asked, clapping his hands eagerly and bouncing like a puppy that had been enclosed in a house all day and wanted to be walked.
"Well, let's see here..." Clint hummed, peeking into one of his many bags. He looked up at Bob and smirked cruelly. "Nothing!" he exclaimed.
Bob pouted. "You're mean."
"I'm just kidding Bob. I got you... a cool shirt from Structure." He improvised. "I got two in different colors so we can be twins."
Bob looked at Clint strangely. "Dude... we are twins." He grinned.
"We are!" Clint exclaimed, having a belated epiphany. "Should we hug this one out?" he asked his brother.
"Most def man." Bob nodded, opening his arms and embracing his twin.
"ANGELA!!!" Scott called from the couch, partially propping himself up on his elbows. "Is she here?" he asked Clint, his bloodshot blue eyes squinting against daylight.
"Yeah, in there with Tim and Jen." Clint replied after disengaging from his embrace with his brother.
Scott paused, his bedraggled appearance quite amusing. He watched the archway to the kitchen, even as Timber strolled into the room, poking Bob in the ribs before walking around the sofa and sitting between Kelly and Carmen. "Nah. Too far." Scott concluded, laying his head back down against the seat.
"You are the laziest person I know." Dave said, shaking his head. He sat on the sofa beside Scott's feet, his hair sticking up in all directions. "But hey, if you won't go say hello to Angela... maybe I should." He smirked mischievously starting to get up.
"I feel like getting up anyways." Scott said quickly, sitting up immediately.
Angela saved both boys the trip as she slowly stepped into the doorway, standing still for a moment with her hands clasped in front of her as she rested her wait on the right leg. Her head cocked slightly to the left as she saw Scott for the first time. He looked different to her now that she knew what he had done. She wasn't sure what emotion took her over at that moment, but she knew part of it was anger, and another large portion was hurt. But she couldn't let it show.
"Hey baby." Scott said softly, grinning as a fuzzy feeling filled him. He clasped his hands in front of him as he sat forward with his elbows on his thighs.
"Hi." She said rather shortly, not wanting to enter the room, for she knew he would beckon to her and she'd be forced to succumb to every one of his physical desires. She remembered the real purpose of her appearance. "Kelly, can you come here for a second?" she requested, motioning rapidly with her hand for her friend to come to her.
"Sure Angie." Kelly smiled, trotting around the couch and following Angela into the kitchen.
Bob had returned to his recliner and Clint had plopped on top of his brother, leaning back against him so his twin could see over his shoulder. Timber settled uneasily on the right arm of the recliner, her hands folded in her lap. Scott was a bit perturbed by his girlfriend's disregard for his presence and immediately became cranky, sitting and pouting.
"You know you guys, that looks really questionable." Dave pointed out to his fellow triplets.
Clint paused for a moment, glancing back over his shoulder only to see an image of his face. "Ummmm... I'll be getting up now." He said calmly, standing up and walking over to the couch where Carmen sat.
"Dude, you guys..." Timber said slowly, the realization of what she was actually witnessing beginning to gel. "This is... this is porn!"
Carmen looked at her friend darkly. "You're the smartest person in this room and you didn't get that?" she asked.
"Yeah Tim, what tipped you off?" Bob asked sarcastically. "Was it the two, naked and greased up bodies getting it on on the screen? Was it the gratuitous nudity and unabashed moaning?"
Timber still kept her eyes glued to the television. "Naw... actually it was the music." She admitted, leaning back against Bob's right shoulder.
"Shhhhh guys! Quit talking!" Scott scolded irritably. "You're ruining the storyline... did I just say that?" he asked rhetorically. "We need to turn this off."
"Porn doesn't have plot man! That's the point of porn... not to have plot!" Bob scolded frantically. "We need to turn this off NOW."
"Have you guys been watching porn all day?" Timber asked.
"You betcha." Carmen replied.
"It's not like we could watch anything else man. Daytime TV sucks." Ben defended himself.
"Dude! MacGuyver was on at like two o'clock." Timber informed him.
"MacGuyver?!?!" Bob and Clint asked in unison. "Damnit!" Bob cursed. "I missed MacGuyver."
"I love MacGuyver! He was a modern day James Bond. I mean, he could like, be tied up to a ton of TNT in a warehouse with the timer set for ten seconds and get out using only an acorn, his left shoe lace, and pocket lint!" Dave raved. "I'm sorry I missed that."
"Tomorrow. We'll catch it tomorrow." Bob assured his brother. "I haven't watched MacGuyver for like, seven years."
"It's all reruns now, but damn. That show was the shit." Timber smirked, remembering the television program fondly.
"Let's get up, let's do something." Carmen suggested, standing up from the couch and stretching her arms.
"Hmmm... we could watch porn!" Ben suggested.
"Yeah! Wait, we just did that for the better part of the day." Scott reminded his friend.
A light bulb dawned over Bob's head. "Let's go swimming!" he grinned, liking his idea so much he smacked Timber roughly on the ass as she stood up.
"Owww! Damnit Janet!" she shouted. "That hurt like a bitch."
"I don't have my suit though." Carmen said. "And I don't feel like going home just to get it."
Bob rolled his eyes. "We can go in our underwear!" he said matter-of-factly.
"Damnit." Scott muttered. "That means I have to put some on."
* * *
By the time Angela and Kelly returned to the living room from the front porch, the others were gone, though there was still porn playing on the television.
"Where'd they go?" Kelly asked, thoroughly confused.
HEY!!! Cannonball!!!
"Outside." Angela replied, already heading through the kitchen.
When the two girls stepped into the bright lights of the backyard, the others were already all in the pool splashing around. Scott spotted them immediately and paddled to the near wall of the deep end.
"Hey baby, I miss you!" he called to Angela. "Come on in. The water's super warm."
Angela sucked in a measured sigh, trying to collect herself. "Sure." She said mildly, noticing the rest of the crew was in their underwear. She stripped her polo over her head; she only had a white bra underneath. Her khakis were next after her dark green shirt was thrown into the grass. She was wearing white panties with little embroidered flowers.
Dave's tongue fell out of his mouth where he was standing in the shallow end. He further submerged himself into the water to hide the residual effects of such an encounter.
Scott's eyebrows perked as he watched Angela walk slowly towards the shallow end, taking the steps into the pool. She passed him a short look before smirking to herself. "Hey Dave." She said softly.
"Mmmmm, hey Angela." Dave responded, eyes wide and guilty as he kept his bottom half in the water.
"How are you lately Dave?" she asked, smiling and glancing to Scott from the corner of her eye. She took her glasses off her face and waded towards the shallowest point, putting her spectacles on the wall before turning back to Dave who was crouching in the water a few feet away. His erection strained further towards the sky as he scanned her body to see that her white panties had soaked through and there was nothing left to the imagination.
"I'm... uhhh..." he trailed off.
"Hey guys." Scott said pointedly, encircling his girlfriend with his arms and kissing her cheek. Dave, who sank lower yet into the chlorinated water and smiled sheepishly, easily perceived his brother's subtle methods of claiming his territory.
"Hey Dave! Come cannon-balling with us! We're trying to see who can make the biggest splash!" Timber invited from where she stood on the edge of the pool's deep end.
Dave flushed a bright red. "In a minute!" he squeaked.
Timber shrugged, turning back to Ben, Dave and Bob. Bob's hair was slicked back and dense with water, his golden highlights reflecting the sun's rays. He was wearing a pair of white boxers with little margarita glasses all over them. Clint's hair was spiking in every direction, an ever darker, almost black shade, in the bright, afternoon glow. His boxer shorts were pink and hung extremely low on his slim hips. Ben's shorts were even lower, a classic red plaid, and his hair was matted and curling on his head. All three boys had gentle trails of dark hair sprouting from their boxers to their navels, Ben's thicker than the twins'. Timber had pulled her hair back into a reckless bun, the wisps matted to her cheeks and neck with water. She had folded her wife-beater under itself to provide a double layer of thin fabric over her chest, and on the bottom, she was wearing a pair of white string bikini underwear.
Carmen had skipped the swimming pool to lie out on it's far wall and tan her back, her top laying in the grass a little ways away. Jeanine, who tanned extremely easy and was already the crisp shade of brown sugar, was hanging on the edge of the pool with her feet slowly kicking, talking to her friend. Her dark hair was up in a heavy ponytail that clung to the back of her head and was beginning to wave, taking its natural form. Kelly stripped off her clothes down to pink underwear with green and lavender flowers and jumped into the semi-deep end, going under to wet her hair before swimming out to where her cousin and best friend were conversing.
Clint eyed Timber's body for a moment. Though the wife beater was thicker on her upper half, her two small pegs of breasts poked awkwardly against the fabric, her dark nipples nearly showing through completely. Her entire stomach was exposed, her hipbones poking out sharply and stretching the wet skin. The bikini underwear did no justice in concealing anything because it was so water logged. From what he could see, there was nothing underneath the lycra fabric. Her legs were unreasonably long and lean, a window between her thighs, as she stood with her feet together, preparing for a dive. She still possessed a little girl's body, bordering just slightly on too-thin-and-lanky, but there was something about that that piqued Clint's interest.
Bob severed his twin's study when he slapped his best friend's backside with a wet 'splat,' then shoved her into the water. Timber cried out, hitting the deep end unexpectedly. When she surfaced, she glared at the perpetrator. "Your ass is about to get toasted man!" she shouted, treading quickly for the ladder.
Bob shrieked in peels of laughter, starting across the backyard for the farthest right corner. Timber shot after him in a torrent of long limbs, diving onto his back and causing them both to crumple into the plot of landscape Sheila had arranged. Clint watched as a heated wrestling match ensued, both parties becoming covered in mud and maimed flower petals.
Ben grinned, running up behind Clint, slapping him firmly on the backside with his palm, and shoving him into the pool, as if to mimic Bob's actions.
"Hey!" Clint exclaimed, hitting the water forcefully. He surfaced immediately. "I'm kicking your ass." He informed Ben with an angry countenance, but a playful gleam in his brown eyes.
"Hey Clint," Ben smiled from the edge of the pool. "You, kick my ass?! Go fist yourself!" Clint pulled himself on the wall. "Watch me!"
* * *
Sometime later, the sun still as bright in the sky, the crew lay out on the back lawn of the Moffatt's home, having grown tired of the pool. Carmen still lay on her stomach, the back of her bright pink bra unclasped so as not to thwart an even tan. Kelly sat up on her right, wearing Bob's tee-shirt and flexing her toes, with her knees tucked underneath her chin. They formed a neat circle, not intentionally. Timber was on Carmen's left, with Bob to her left. Angela was on Kelly's other side; Scott planted right beside her. To Bob's left sat Jeanine, then Clint, then naturally Ben. And finally, by default, Dave was settled between his best friend and worst enemy.
"Guys, I think its Truth or Dare time." Timber smirked, sitting Indian style and occasionally having to smack Bob's hand because he repeatedly poked her in the ribs.
"We-he-hell!" Ben smirked. "Who is this? Is this Timber suggesting Truth or Dare?" he asked in blatant shock.
Timber shifted her eyes. "Ummm... I do believe that's the general idea of what has transpired in the past seconds... do you need an instant replay or something man?" she asked with her usual, witty finesse.
"Well, I do believe you're usually the one who'd rather choke some dick before playing Truth or Dare." Ben pointed out with a shrug. He was lying on his stomach with his chin rested on his hands.
"Choke some dick!" Bob laughed. "Timber's a bit too Catholic for that."
Timber looked at her best friend in shock. "I am not!" she exclaimed. "I'm a hell of a lot hornier than you think. Obviously."
"Oh yes she is." Jeanine grinned. "She's hornier than I am. She's hornier than Carmen."
"I just don't act upon it like Carmen." Timber put in.
"I don't believe it! I thought you said you were waiting until you were married before having sex!" Bob exclaimed in disbelief.
"Sex, yes." Timber clarified. "But I would totally give head. I mean, not just to anyone, but I would. That would be fun. I have such an oral fixation." She giggled.
"Well... aim that fixation right here sheriff!" Clint spoke out obnoxiously, pointing both index fingers to his lap.
Scott was especially amused by this, holding his stomach and laughing. Kelly was especially not amused, just shaking her head.
"So that explains the popcicles." Dave smirked, thinking back to the incident in the kitchen.
"What popcicles?" Timber asked, confused.
Bob shook his head at Dave. "Don't go there, man."
"How far has everyone gone?" Carmen spoke up, propping her chin on her down-turned hands much like Ben. "Like, detailed. What has everyone done?"
There was momentary silence as everyone waiting for someone else to go first.
"I'll go." Timber offered. "I've made out. That's it." She admitted.
"Never touched a dick?" Carmen asked in almost disbelief.
"Never." Timber sighed sadly. "It would be kinda fun to touch one though." She spoke up, glancing sideways at Bob and thinking back to just the night before. "Like, I dunno. I am very intrigued by the almighty penis. I think they're cool."
"They're gross." Kelly put in. "But I just put up with them because of what they can do for me."
"You need to get play Timber." Ben informed her.
"Yeah, I'm the least experienced here." She pouted.
"So you've made out but no one's ever like... felt you up?" Scott asked carefully and with a perked eyebrow.
"No! Geez Scott. I'm not a sleeze." Timber wrinkled her nose.
"No one's ever felt the boobies?" Bob grinned.
"Not sexually." Timber replied, shaking her head.
"How else do you feel 'em?" Scott asked, purely interested to know.
"Oh it happens." Kelly put in.
"Yeah," Timber agreed. "I mean, they get brushed up on. Like, with someone like Kelly, it's unavoidable because they're pretty big, and with me, it happens a ton because I have no boobs so no one really takes notice of the fact that I do indeed have breastisses and you still have to be kinda careful where you put your limbs. I mean, I don't really care all that much, but I notice!" she clarified in one prolonged breath.
"Ooooh, I wonder who's guilty of touching on the Catholic's boobies..." Jeanine smirked with insinuation, looking directly at Bob.
He didn't notice at first, but when he did, he looked surprised. "Me?" he asked.
"No offense Bob, but you are kinda careless around the boob area." Timber said mildly, gesturing with both palms towards her breasts.
"Really? Me?!" Bob asked. "Sorry man!" he was genuinely apologetic. "Next time I do it, you can like, grab my balls or something."
"I'll take you up on that." Timber joked, elbowing him.
Scott burst into laughter. "Oh, what a pun!" he stated triumphantly.
It took a moment before Ben understood the joke and began to laugh as well. They were the only two.
"You guys are sick little monkeys." Timber shook her head.
"Yeah, really." Jeanine agreed dryly, reaching behind her head and braiding her wet ponytail.
"But you have those big lips." Scott started on a new tangent.
"Yeah, I know." Timber grinned. "I love my lips."
"Yeah, isn't it great having big lips?" Scott agreed.
Clint looked from his brother to his friend, then back. "You two have the biggest lips!" he realized. "That's kinda weird."
"How is that weird?" Timber and Scott chimed at the same time. "Jinx!" Timber exclaimed, chuckling. "You have to buy me a drink."
"Tequilla?" Scott suggested, smirking at their inside joke.
"Then... Jeanine and Kelly. And Dave has big lips too. You kinda do too Ben." Clint observed.
"Wait, we lost our game." Carmen piped up. "I still wanna know how much play everyone's gotten."
The crew quieted, realize they had indeed gone off track.
"You go Bob. Let's just go in a circle." Timber suggested.
Bob just shrugged, bashful when the topic of his virginity arose. "I've... done like everything..." he trailed off.
"Except sex." Carmen wryly commented.
"Yeah, except sex." Bob agreed. "And like, rim jobs and all that nasty shit. That's just gross." He said, still pensive as his fingers listlessly played with the grass. "Just like... third base stuff. Up the shirt, down the pants... all that good shit." He smiled pleasantly.
"That's straight." Scott commented, tracing concentric circles on Angela's back. She lay on her stomach with her cheek on her arms, her eyes closed.
""Go Jeanie." Dave said.
Jeanine sighed, lowering her arms from her hair and laying them in her lap. The tanned skin on her abdomen wrinkled as she hunched her back over. "Well... I've done everything except sex; like Bob." She said shrugging. "And if you comment Kelly, I'll hurt you."
Kelly merely shrugged innocently.
"I don't know if I wanna go right now." Clint said smiling. "Now that all you guys are sluts."
"What? Don't tell me you haven't hooked up." Scott said in disbelief. "Clint, Clint, Clint! Just how far have you actually gone?"
Clint turned a deep shade of red. "Ehhh... reasonably far." He said esoterically.
"Have you kissed?" Scott asked. "Obviously." He answered himself. "I know you've gotten head at least once... how many times have you gotten head?" he asked, interested.
Clint seemed to darken a shade. "Maybe this should be a guy-talk conversation." He suggested.
Kelly shook her head, not willing to back down. "I don't think so. We all have to answer, you do too!"
"Yeah, but no one else gets the whole nine." Clint pointed out, the game clearly losing its amusement when the smile faded from his face and he diverted his eyes to the grass.
"We're all friends here Clint. And you can't possibly be as bad as me." Timber comforted him, leaning forward and patting his arm.
"How many times have you gotten head?" Scott restated the question.
Clint shrugged quietly, still looking at the grass. "Once." He replied.
Scott raised his eyebrows in shock, but didn't say anything. "Hand job?"
"Oh please. Hand jobs aren't shit. I mean, I don't even count those." Bob pointed out.
"How many times have you gotten head?" Scott asked Bob.
"I have a girlfriend, I don't keep track." Bob shrugged.
"True." Ben stated.
"Clint, we're only trying to help you." Kelly said, returning the conversation back to her cowering friend.
"I've gotten a hand job like once or twice." Clint responded.
"What about feeling chicks up? You've done that right?" Scott interrogated.
"Well yeah!" Clint said. "I mean, what do you mean? Feeling on the shirt, or under?"
"Under."
"That, like once. But on top, a few times. I know what boobies feel like." Clint clarified, happy to be versed in something his brothers were discussing.
"Have you ever gone down a girls pants?" Scott asked.
"Nope." Clint replied, shaking his head with his chin held up high in a dignified stance.
Scott's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Never?!" he exclaimed. "You've never even gone in the pants?!"
"Nope." Clint shrugged. "You're forgetting that I've had two girlfriends. One was a psychotic bitch and the other was Kelly."
"That's true." Ben stated. "But seriously man, you're sixteen. Get some pussy already."
"Okay, boy slut." Clint taunted, nudging Ben in the shoulder. "You go."
"I've done like everything." Ben automatically replied. "Within reason I mean. Like, everything normal people do." He stressed. "Though there was this one chick who tried to tie me up. I let her have her fun, but, and this is a funny story in retrospect, she tried that whole hot-wax deal from that Ricky-Martin video. Caution; if that stuff gets on your dick, it kills. Especially if you have a woody." He warned, smirking casually.
"Dude! Scott exclaimed shuddering. "I can only imagine."
"What about you Dave?" Carmen pushed.
"I haven't been down on a girl either. Fingered, yes, but I haven't gone down." Dave claimed, looking to Scott.
"Well we all know my sex-life." Scott reminded them, rolling his eyes at the fact.
"Same here." Angela accorded.
"That would make it me." Kelly announced. "I'm actually competing with Ben for most experienced, but so far we're tied."
"That's because we keep fucking each other." Ben chuckled.
Timber was curious. "Yeah, like, how can you do that? Isn't it weird?"
Kelly looked and Ben, meeting his eye. "Nope." They both said in unison. "Sex is sex. And with friends, you don't have to worry about all the drama." Kelly pointed out.
"Of course I wouldn't know that because I haven't fucked in a year." Carmen said pointedly, looking at Bob.
"You have a dildo. Fuck that." Bob said brashly.
"Oh, I do." Carmen shot back.
"Well there ya go. Your insatiable vagina is temporarily silenced." Bob shrugged.
"How much sex did you have before anyways Carmen? You act like it's oxygen and your dildo is life support." Timber stated.
"I fucked everyday." Carmen said in dry response. "I've done everything. I've had a fivesome... been tied up, been rimmed, done in every place imaginable..." she looked towards the sky, trying to tally up her sexual conquests. "I was bisexual when I was twelve and thirteen, so I got it on with a lot of chicks."
"You were bi?" Jeanine asked.
The males in the circle just grinned with interest.
Carmen looked directly at her. "Yeah. I had sex with anyone, and I really got addicted to carpet munching, so..."
"That is pretty addictive, isn't it." Scott grinned, knowing the feeling.
"Whoaaaa... Carmen, you've been down on a girl?" Timber asked in disbelief, doing what Bob liked to call her 'head-spin thing' when she slightly rotated her neck, waving her hands in concentric circles in front of her as if she were pantomiming being trapped in a cylinder. "How did you... um... un-bi-sexuate?" she asked.
"Bisexuate..." Scott said, testing the word out. "The other white meat."
Timber broke into laughter. "Sorry... bisexualize." She corrected herself, with the loose waving of her hands.
"Because that's a word too." Bob said sarcastically.
"Okay Mr. Sesquipedalian." His best friend warned, poking his side.
"Well." Carmen laughed lightly. "I didn't really. I just don't care. Now that I have a boyfriend, I'm in a guy phase. If I didn't, I'd surely have sex with you." She grinned.
"Thanks, that's flattering." Timber said slowly.
"Hey, what do you guys call your... thingies?" Ben asked out of turn, as if as an afterthought. "Like, everyone has a pet name. What do you guys call it?" he asked.
"Peter." Clint responded.
"Mr. Silliness." Bob said.
"The Rig." Scott claimed, smirking cutely.
"Big D." Dave replied.
"Eeeew! So all this time I've been calling you Big D, I've been addressing your cock?" Scott asked, disgusted.
"Eat my ass man." Dave rolled his eyes.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I call mine Bond... James Bond." Ben smirked.
"Why?" Timber chuckled.
"Because it's the best undercover agent the world has ever known." Ben quipped, quite pleased with his pun.
The others laughed.
"That's great Ben." Bob complimented him. "Hey, now you girls have to go."
"And tell the name for your tits too!" Clint put in, smirking satisfied.
Carmen grinned. "My left tit's Larry, my right one's Mo."
Scott hesitated before asking, "Then what about Curly.... oh!" he exclaimed, beginning to laugh.
Carmen just smiled.
"What about you Kelly? I bet you named it like... Heather or something." Clint chuckled.
Kelly looked outraged. "It's not Heather! Its name is Charolette, thankyouverymuch!"
This caused a wave of hysterics to sweep over the congregation.
"I was close!" Clint pointed out, still smiling widely.
"You go Jen." Ben said.
Jeanine thought for a moment. "Umm... I don't really address it as anything, but I refer to it as a 'cooch.'" She giggled. "I mean, it's better than pussy."
"I know!" Timber emphatically agreed. "That's such a misogynistic term! Like, derogatory! It should only be called Pussy, snatch, and twat is porn. Those are porno names for it." She said justly.
Bob elbowed her in the side. "Well, what do you call it."
Timber simpered. "I don't really call it anything. I usually say vagina. I mean, that's what it is."
"Oh come on!" Scott said with a grin. "You have to call it something! Vagina's kinda dull."
Timber shrugged. "I don't talk about it all that much. I mean, I called it 'my little kitty' when I was little, but that's before I knew what it was actually called. And I loved cats. So, you know..."
"We've gotta name yours." Bob said sighing. "No chick should go without naming her good-spot."
"Hey, Kelly, you never told us what you call your boobs." Ben pointed out.
Kelly grinned. "I call them 'the ladies.'" She replied. "Not as interesting as 'Larry' and 'Mo,' but I suppose no one can be as cool as Carmen."
Carmen just smiled, kicking her feet against the grass.
"What about Jeanine?" Dave asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
Jeanine was thoughtful for another moment. "I dunno... I call them... my boobies." She finally shrugged. "I don't name all my parts man! I'm not going to name my arms or anything!"
"And don't even ask what I call mine Dave because I don't have any." Timber put in as the youngest Moffatt looked across the circle at her.
"What about you Angie?" Jeanine questioned, leaning forward over her crossed legs and stretching her back with her arms out into the middle of the circle.
Angela yawned slightly, propping up on her elbows so she could look forward at the others. "I don't name my breasts." She began, pushing her hair back with one hand.
"Then what's your... you know..." Bob asked, not able to conceal a smile.
Angela smirked at him. "My muchacha."
Timber broke into high-pitched giggles. "Muchacha!" she shrieked. "I like that! What does it mean?"
"Doesn't that mean... young girl?" Dave asked, being nearly fluent in Spanish.
"Very good Dave." Angela responded.
"I like that." Timber repeated. "I really like that, I love that." She enthused. "I think I'll name mine that too. I'll call it 'Ma Jeunne Fille." She concluded.
"Can I call it that too?" Clint asked with sly savvy.
"Only if you want five to ten." Timber shot back, causing his expression to drastically change to a frown. "I'm kidding Clint." She said quickly, despite the laughter that erupted from the others.
Bob looked at his watch. "You guys wanna go in and watch a movie now or something?" he asked.
There was general agreement as everyone got to their feet and aimed to collect their things.
"As long as it's not a porn..." Kelly trailed off.
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