Dave slid out of the booth hurriedly, standing up and snatching up his girlfriend’s wrist as she was swallowing the rest of Scott’s wine. “Let’s go.” he said to her and she struggled to slide out of the booth. “We’ll meet you outside.” he told Scott, scurrying off with Jeanine right behind him in her attempt to keep up.
The couple rushed out into the night, and the air was significantly chillier than it had been before. Jeanine was on the verge of being very drunk and tried to remain upright in her heels. She clung to Dave’s arm as he approached the valet stand.
“Here ya go,” he sputtered nervously. “It’s a red Hummer.” he stated, hoping to speed up the car situation.
The teenage boy who had previously been at the valet stand when they had arrived was no longer there. There was another boy, who looked to be about the same age—and therefore the same age as Dave—but he had dark hair with dark eyes with a medium and stocky build. He flagrantly looked at Jeanine, his eyes sweeping her body up and down, and grinned. Dave sneered at him, looping an arm around Jeanine’s waist and holding her close to him protectively.
He turned to her as the valet boy walked away. “Hey,” he stated, attempting to get her attention. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his hand slipping down to grasp her backside through her skirt.
He was already starting to grow and erection that was on the verge of being visible in the front of his pants.
Jeanine nodded distractedly, encircling her arms over his shoulders and beginning to kiss his cheeks and neck. “Yeah…” she murmured then paused. “It was my idea.”
Dave growled like a bear, hugging her tightly and lifting her up off her feet while her body was still pressed against his. He kissed her neck as he set her back down, eliciting giggles. “You are so beautiful.” he stated, standing back to gaze at her.
Just as he brushed her hair back from her cheek, loud giggling came from the doorway to the restaurants and Angela appeared, hurrying out of the way as Scott grabbed for her.
“Come here!” he taunted her, gripping her wrist and yanking her roughly against him.
She seemed to enjoy his forcefulness, laughing loudly as he seized both of her wrists from behind, holding her with her back into his chest. Looking over her shoulder, he asked Dave if the valet was going to get his car.
“Yeah, the little scum bag is coming.” Dave responded, the most at-ease statement he had uttered to his brother in a while. “We’re not tipping him by the way.” he added. “He was checking out Jeanine in a really sleazy way.”
Scott chuckled, smacking a kiss against the part of his girlfriend where her neck met with her shoulder.
The Hummer pulled up right in front of them, screeching to a discordant halt. The young valet boy hopped out and strolled around the vehicle, holding the keys in his fingers as if putting them on display. He looked to Jeanine once more, smirking suggestively at her. Held against her boyfriend, Jeanine glared at him darkly. Dave witnessed this display, already waiting for the interloper to make a pass at his girlfriend. He slipped his hands down over her backside once more, gripping her cheeks firmly and causing her skirt to ride up.
Scott snatched his keys and all but threw open the passenger’s side door for Angela to enter. All four were quaking with anticipation for the night ahead.
“Hey,” Dave called to the valet as he let his own girlfriend into the car. “Look at my girlfriend again and I’ll fuck you up!” he warned.
Jeanine giggled as she climbed up into the backseat, tugging Dave up with her by the arms. “Come here!” she growled, laying back on the seat and allowing him to climb on top of her.
As the back right door shut behind the two teenagers in the back seat, Scott sped off, hitting the streets with a mission to get home as soon as possible.
* * *
Timber lingered by the butcher’s-block counter in the middle of the kitchen while Bob turned his back on her and dug in the refrigerator for the grape juice. Watching him, bent over as he leaned into a shelf, she bit into her lip, knowing she should turn away from the sight of his perky butt cheeks. She knew it most likely was not a good idea to explore her more amorous feelings towards her best friend—the amorous feelings that she would never let anyone else know—but she oddly could not help herself. She was drunk and she wanted to curl up beside him and fit into the little nook he created for her in his arm when they attempted to sleep together on the couch. She wanted to smell the sweetness of his neck, feel the warmth of his chest and arms… have him touch her, graze his fingertips against her skin and illicit that tingling, burning feeling in her chest.
She must have been staring at him for quite some time, because he stopped in the process of removing the top from the pitcher, looking at her quizzically. “What?” he asked.
Timber smirked. “Nothing.” she dismissed, attempting to peel her eyes away, but finding it impossible.
“Hey kiddo, care to lend a hand?” he asked sarcastically, raising his eyes to grin at her.
Timber encircled the counter until she was standing right next to him. She looked up at him and smiled, as he was a few inches taller than her. He stepped closer, so that her shoulder was in contact with his upper arm. She giggled, reaching for the vodka container and unscrewing the cap while never breaking contact with his eyes. She put it to her lips and took a deep swallow, setting the bottle back on the countertop with a haughty clunk.
“Champ.” he grinned, shaking his head as he continued to work on the lid of the pitcher that seemed to be sealed rather tightly.
She continued to stare at him, wondering what the possible scenarios would be if she were to just tell him how she felt then kiss him. She would have to kiss him right away however, or he might have enough time to think… or she might have enough to time think…
But things would become too complicated then. He would most likely push her away; he was, after all, dating Carmen and they were supposedly in love. But he wasn’t in love with Timber. She was just his friend. She would always be his friend. They were cool—as friends.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” Bob finally asked, continuing to multi-task with the lid of the pitcher versus his inquisitive best friend.
Timber shrugged, looking away for a moment before looking back to him and staring. She couldn’t help herself. “I don’t know.” she answered truthfully.
Bob smirked again, seeming rather agitated and nervous. “You drunk-ass.” he grinned, nudging her.
Timber’s smile faded slightly as she fought to maintain it. If he only knew how she felt about him.
“Bob…” she began.
“What’s up?” he asked, grimacing as he took to holding the pitcher to his chest and yanking continuously at the lid.
Timber took a deep breath. “You have to twist the lid first.” she blurted, chickening out of just being honest.
Bob paused, inspecting the large plastic container. “Oh.” he stated, twisting the top and having it slide off with ease. “Wow.” he grinned. “Smart cookie.”
He set the pitcher on the counter, slapping her backside with his right hand and causing her to jump.
“Ow!” Timber shouted, giggling. “You poor, deprived product of a one night stand!” she accused as she began to spill the entire contents of the fifth of vodka into the vessel before them.
Bob roared with laughter. “Yeah, your mom!” he grinned, unscrewing the cap on the jug of grape juice and beginning to pour some in the pitcher as well so that there were two cataract-like streams entering the large cylindrical containers: one clear and the other a dark, bloody purple. “You and your little American accent.” he muttered, watching her face for her reaction.
Timber smirked at him, not watching what she was doing. “Hey man, not only am I from the U.S., but I’m from the Midwest too... well kinda. Fuck the south-side, fuck the east-side, fuck the west-side.” she described to him. “The Midwest will put a hole in your chest… recognize.”
Bob roared with laughter, dropping his head back. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “That was the funniest shit I’ve ever heard!”
Timber grinned. “I’m pretty hardcore.” she informed him.
Bob was still laughing as the pitcher reached its full point. “Shit.” he snapped as the container overflowed dark, plum purple onto the counter top.
“Shit!” Timber laughed, not really doing anything to ameliorate the situation.
Bob left the counter in search of the paper towel that was sitting on another counter by the stove-top range. “But you never really struck me as the Midwest type.” he continued on, still smirking at her comments.
Timber shrugged. “I was from a really preppy town, actually.” She stated. “Like an east coast town, but it was kinda Midwest. But I was still in the eastern time zone.” She continued, rambling on then leaning down to slurp at the puddle of grape juice vodka on the counter.
Bob shrugged as he approached with the roll of paper towel. “Well… I was going to wipe it up, but since you decided to be thirsty…” he trailed off, shaking his head and beginning to laugh.
Timber giggled, standing up straight and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, streaking the plum purple that stained her full lips. He walked right up to her, standing very close and aiming his eyes slightly downward to meet hers as he tore a sheet of Bounty off the roll—holding it in front of himself as if to display his strength to her— with a torturously slow rip. He began to sop up the puddle with a blind eye, still standing with his chest nearly pressed against hers. Hand to the side, now just resting on the counter as opposed to wiping, he wasn’t even concerned with the spill; he was moreso into the staring match he had begun with his best friend. Her heart pounded violently. He was so tall and lean, having changed from what he had worn to the mall and now donning a pair of black, Addidas track pants and a white Dave Matthews Band tee shirt. His hair was loose against his cheeks, his eyes big and round, unblinking as they bore into hers. As if it were humanly possible, he stepped even closer, and this time their chests did touch. He touched her arm with his other hand, the one that was not rested on the counter, and she blinked three consecutive times in a row, becoming flustered and stepping back from him in a frenzy.
“Bob…” she trailed off, looking down at the floor. “I lost.” she whispered, almost wanting to grin at the metaphor. He did not step back from her, but chuckled lightly, his breath splaying across her face. “Oh yeah?” he challenged gently. “Bob…” she began once more, still studying his face carefully.
“You guys done with the drinks?” Carmen suddenly peeked her head around the corner into the kitchen. “We’re sobering up out here!” she complained, stepping into the kitchen at the suspicion of the friends standing so close to one another.
“We had a spill.” Bob informed her, not flinching even slightly at her sudden appearance. He did, however, back away from Timber and turn his complete attention towards cleaning the counter.
Timber was noticeably startled by the sudden entrance of the girl who she viewed as more of an intruder than a friend at that given moment.
“What are you two up to?” Carmen asked, and Timber found this to be the most annoying sentence ever uttered in the history of the spoken word. She rolled her eyes.
“We’re finishing up our special concoction.” Bob explained.
He was always so patient with Carmen, even during those times when Timber wanted to smother the girl with a pillow to have her out of her and her best friend’s life forever. Bob’s even tone compelled Timber to want to be a better person. She was compelled to no longer worry about the auburn haired trespasser and just focus on the time she could spend with Bob alone… as few and far between as those moments were when Carmen was within a two mile radius.
“Well we’re thirsty!” Carmen exclaimed, approaching the counter and peaking into the pitcher. “Looks… scary.” She trailed off, wrinkling her nose slightly. “And smells… potent.”
“Well that’s how we like our shit!” Timber exclaimed, waving her hands in the air for effect.
Bob grinned, taking the fifth of vodka from his best friend and pouring the last few drops of liquor remaining in the bottle into the pitcher. “That’s right!” he said, looking up at Carmen and smiling.
Carmen’s expression softened to a smile. She made her way to the other side of the counter where her two friends were standing, dragging her fingers along the edge and swiveling her hips seductively. She approached her boyfriend, paying no mind to the girl who was standing right next to him.
“Well I like my drinks strong as well.” she grinned suggestively, running her fingers down Bob’s arm.
Carmen brushed a piece of her hair out of her eyes, slipping between Bob and Timber at the counter and turning her back to the latter of the two. She encircled Bob’s waist with her arms and rose onto her toes to kiss him.
“What are you doing?” Bob grinned, just before his mouth was met with hers.
She tipped her head, opening her lips against his and slipping her tongue inside. Their faces gyrating slightly, Bob opened his eyes and looked just beyond Carmen’s head to see that Timber was standing right behind her, watching intently.
Her giant brown eyes blinked.
Bob gently pulled back from Carmen, biting into his bottom lip and continuing to watch Timber. Carmen turned her head to see the young girl curiously gawking at them.
“Timber…” she started, giving her friend a pointed look. “Do you mind?”
Timber snapped into attention, realizing that she was indeed staring. “Sorry.” she mumbled, turning away.
Carmen still had her arms around Bob’s waist. “Why don’t you go talk to Clint?” she asked, motioning with her head towards the living room.
Bob back slightly from his girlfriend, prompting her to release him. “Actually, let’s just take the drinks into the other room.” he suggested.
When Carmen gave him a shocked look, surprised that he was passing up an opportunity to be with her, he smiled lightly, embarassed.
“We can continue this later.” he assured her, patting her shoulder then dropping a kiss on her mouth.
He looked past her once again as their lips met, glancing at Timber who was still watching.
“Let’s go.” he said to Carmen, disengaging completely and taking the pitcher off the counter. He went into the next room, leaving his girlfriend standing at the counter face to face with Timber.
“Okay Timber.” Carmen stated firmly, glaring at the other girl. “I know you don’t have a boyfriend of your own, but do you really have to always be in the way?” she asked as if Timber were a small child who simply was not capable of understanding. She placed her hands on her hips, taking on a very condescending tone. “I mean, he may be your best friend, but I’m his girlfriend and sometimes Bob and I need time alone.”
Timber frowned, gazing at the girl as if she were staring right through her. She saw the two coral lips flapping; she was aware of the sound that was coming through them, but she was trying to ignore the actual words, fearing that they would incite a hostile reaction.
“Maybe if you focused some time on Clint for a change, you wouldn’t feel so left out when Bob and I are together,” she continued.
Too late.
In her drunken state, Timber had been prepared to pounce on Carmen for the past hour and a half.
“Get over it Carmen.” she snapped, narrowing her eyes. “If Bob really wanted to be alone with you, he wouldn’t have been the one to leave.”
“He’s just trying to be nice.”
“Carmen, seriously.” Timber sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned to leave the room.
Carmen gripped Timber’s upper arm, tugging her back to where she had been standing and provoking her into a vis-à-vis stance. “If you want to fight over him, rest assure that I’ll come at you with all I’ve got.” she snapped in a low tone, her grip still very firm.
Timber shook her arm free. “I wish you would.” she taunted, raising her eyebrow. She turned once more to leave.
“I’ll fight for him Timber. And I don’t think it will be much of a contest.” Carmen called after her.
Timber turned back in the archway. “Grow. Up.” She smirked, shrugging theatrically. “We were talking and you came in. Did it ever occur to you that you were interrupting a conversation? You are so fucking paranoid for no fucking reason, so you really need to chill yourself out.”
Carmen’s face immediately expressed her remorse.
“Bob and I are friends. We were friends before you even met him.” Timber continued, building to a very strong finish. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe when you showed up you were interrupting something? DID IT?” she demanded, throwing her arms wide as an act of intimidation. “See Carmen,” she rolled her eyes back in her head. “You have a fondness for walking in in the middle of shit and acting like you own the place! Then you start bitching about me trying to keep you and Bob from spending time together when all you’ve done since you’ve been in our lives is intrude on our time spent together.” She softened. “Yet I always understood. I understood that you’re his girlfriend and I never say anything, and I never complain. So am I supposed to run out of the room just because you enter and want to suck a dick or two? Jesus Christ. You are so fucking threatened by me and I don’t even know why!” she snickered.
“Timber…” Carmen began, her face expressing the apology that was sure to follow.
“Afterall,” Timber cut her off. “I’m the best friend. You are the girlfriend.” She shook her head slightly, disgusted that she had even been forced to say all of the things she had just said.
“Hey you guys?” Kelly asked, standing in the doorway. “What’s all the yelling about?”
Timber shook her head in an attempt to dismiss the subject, knowing Kelly would more than likely take Carmen’s side.
Carmen, standing beside the counter, looked as if she was about to cry.
“Carmen!” Kelly exclaimed. “What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Arggggg.” Timber growled, storming for the living room.
True to form, Carmen came out victorious. The younger girl began to think that Carmen would always come out victorious, no matter how wrong she was.
* * *
Scott screeched his Hummer to a halt at a red light, anxiously drumming on the steering wheel and willing the light to turn green. He turned and looked at Angela, poised beside him with her hands in her lap. She looked back at him and smiled, exuding an equal anxiousness for the night that was just beginning to unfold in the windshield of the military vehicle.
“Dave wait…” Jeanine whispered in the backseat.
She and Dave had been making out for the entire ride up to the last red light before reaching the Moffatt’s street. Working with supreme stealth, he inched his hands higher on her golden thighs, gradually slipping beneath the hem of her skirt, eventually reaching the elastic band of her underwear. Although she was well underway with her arousal, playing a game of cat and mouse seemed all the more appealing given the upcoming events. As much as Jeanine wanted to maintain decorum, as her boyfriend obediently removed his hand from her skirt—as he always did out of the utmost respect for her—she ran her fingers firmly against he front of his pants, egging him on even further as he covered her mouth with his own.
It was the home stretch. Scott had driven this particular route a million and one times—he knew all the prominent as well as the obscure landmarks from that fateful last traffic light on the way home to the edge of his driveway where the basketball net was erected. Yet on that particular night, this last leg of the race held particular meaning. There was a lust that loomed in the air, a lust that was difficult to identify because it was a combination of pheromones from all four occupants of Scott’s ominous vehicle. The anticipation, the knowledge that they were all about to partake in something very naughty, drove everyone to a very careful silence. Even Dave and Jeanine, fooling around in the backseat, were prompted to keep their tones low for fear of breaking the fragile anticipation keeping everyone on the edge of their seats.
Yet on that particular night, this last leg of the race seemed to drag on forever.
“Dave…” Jeanine breathed against his neck as he proceeded to give her a hickey towards the nape of her neck.
She continued to massage his crotch gently through the fabric of his slacks, becoming dizzy with the notion that she would have him inside of her in the very near future. That, with the combination of his lips and his fingers that were finding their way into her black bikini underwear, was enough to conceal the entire ride from her perception, for it was only a blink of the eye since they had driven away from the valet at the restaurant—Dave had been angry then—that they were suddenly coming to a full halt in the Moffatt’s driveway, the gentle vibrations of the vehicle stopping abruptly.
The four climbed out, the lax pace of the evening no longer status quo. There was an uppity calm… the type of calm where every moment is slowed down as if every single detail before something paramount was to be remembered. Dave clutched Jeanine’s hand in the great rush of it all, wanting to be as close to her as possible.
There were voices echoing from the backyard, although it was getting to be pretty late in the evening.
Scott inserted his key carefully into the lock of the side door, realizing it had been unlocked all along and pushing it open. With a grandiose sweep of his hand, he ushered his girlfriend, then Jeanine, then his younger brother inside before entering himself and shutting the door firmly but quietly behind him.
“Do you ladies want some drinks?” Dave asked, cordially, his hand still glued to Jeanine’s.
The two girls exchanged looks briefly before looking back to Dave. “Yes.” they responded simultaneously.
Dave hesitated before he began to laugh, approaching the cabinet over the counter with the telephone in a remote corner of the kitchen. Opening it, he removed some martini glasses and the cocktail shaker.
“I’ll make some patented Dave Moffatt martinis.” he announced, smiling charmingly.
“You can make martinis?” Jeanine asked, leaning against the counter and suddenly very interested.
Dave shrugged, setting the glasses on the counter. He raised his chocolate eyes to her. “It couldn’t be that hard.” he smirked.
Scott, who had been standing by the door for a moment, approached the counter where his girlfriend stood aimlessly, her facial expression speaking for her nervousness. “Hey Dave,” he started to say. “You know, I was thinking we could go hang out in the basement.” he suggested.
Dave thought for a moment then decided he really liked the idea, nodding his head rapidly. “Good plan.” he agreed, going to the refrigerator for ice.
Scott was from that moment on as silent as the rest of them, having no idea what to say in order to either ameliorate or instigate the situation. Now that they were so blatantly in the moment—the otherwise quiet house, the residual wine-buzz from dinner—it was like a grand back track. He had no idea what to say or do. Normally, he would not have any problem starting the festivities, but this was his girlfriend, one of his best friends, and his younger brother. They were no strangers. That fact alone added an extra level of intimacy to the impending romp, yet at the same time caused Scott’s heart to hasten in his chest with nervousness. He was beginning to see the point of the entire activity: once they all accomplished the task at hand, there would be no more room for awkwardness and discomfort. Jeanine was right; a group sex experience was the answer to all of their problems.
* * *
“Oh night swimming and alcohol…” Timber sighed fondly, dangling her legs over the edge into the pool and treading them through the water. “What a winning combination.”
Bob was in the water, having stripped down to his boxer shorts for a swim, hanging on the edge next to his best friend’s legs. At her commentary, he laughed, throwing his head back to soak in more water.
“Get in biatch!” he grinned, smacking her knee.
“Okay!” Timber giggled, scrambling to her feet and unbuttoning her Bermuda shorts. She let them fall into a heap at her ankles. She was wearing a pair of hot pink, mesh bikini underwear, the waistband hanging low on her pointy hips. “Bombs away bitches!” she shouted, stepping back a few steps, then taking a flying leap into the water.
Kelly and Ben were seated on the steps of the shallow end, making out, while Carmen and Clint were standing in the middle of the pool whispering. The water was about at Carmen’s shoulders, meaning it was skimming Clint’s underarms, but he stooped down, providing her with his ear as she cupped her hand to the side of his face and continued to whisper. Clint suddenly looked up at Timber, who had surfaced somewhere in the middle of the deep end, smoothing back her lengthening hair that had previously been swept back into a sloppy bun at the back of her head. She treaded to the wall where Bob was hanging and held on to it with one hand while yanking at her elastic with the other in an attempt to free her hair.
“Ow, fu-u-u-uuuck.” She moaned realizing that the hair tie was indeed tangled in her messy locks.
“Here, lemme get it.” Bob offered, pulling himself out of the water with his arms, and flopping himself over like a fish, splatting on his behind in a sitting position.
Timber held on to the wall between his laxly spread legs, and ducked her head so he could detangle the bright red ponytail holder.
“Damn, this is in there tight!” he grinned, tugging lightly and causing her head to bob up and down.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Timber whimpered. “Ow!”
Bob grinned. “Sorry, does that hurt?” he asked, though it was pretty obvious that he was not too concerned.
“Fuck yeah it hurts!” Timber laughed.
Bob gave it another tug. “You just have hair like tangled all around this mother fucker.” he informed her, tugging some more.
“Ow! Bitch! Stop!” Timber whimpered. She was quiet for a moment. “Okay… just tear it out.”
Bob shrugged. “Brace yourself.” he warned.
“Oh shit.” Timber sighed, lowering her eyes. “Shit, shit, shit…” she trailed off, gripping the wall of the pool tightly.
The underwater lights of the pool lit her up from underneath, her legs splaying out as she treaded water. Bob placed his hand on the back of her head, his other hand gripping the ponytail holder.
“Ready…?” he trailed off. “On the count of three. One... two…” he began to tug hard, wiggling the elastic back and forth to get it loose from her hair.
“You didn’t say three!” Timber cried, squeezing her eyes shut.
Bob grimaced as he tried to pull hard enough to get the piece out of her hair, his face contorting.
At the sudden screams from the deep end, Carmen and Clint looked up from their private conversation. From across the way Timber’s head appeared to be comfortably situated in Bob’s lap, her head bobbing up and down from him tugging on the back of her ponytail.
“Ughhhhh!” Bob roared, finally working the holder out of her hair. “Yes!” he shouted. “Yes! Yes! Yes!!!” he exclaimed excitedly.
Carmen’s brow furrowed. “What the hell?” she asked, her brow wrinkling as she began to wonder exactly what the hell was going happening.
Timber shook out her hair, pushing off of the wall and dunking her head under water. She surfaced again and smoothed her hair back from her face. Soaking wet, the tresses fell down past her shoulders, the ends floating on the surface of the pool.
“What the hell just happened?” Clint asked, slightly amused.
Bob left the elastic with a layer of Timber’s torn hair on the edge of the water, lifting himself up on his arms and launching his body into the water.
“I dunno what you’re talking about.” Bob grinned, knowing full and well what his twin was referencing.
The two identical boys began to giggle and Bob paddled his way over to his brother.
“What?” Timber asked. “I don’t get the joke.” she admitted, still confused.
Carmen rolled her eyes.
“Hey guys!” Kelly exclaimed. “We’ll be right back!”
She was already pulling herself up from the steps, standing on the edge of the pool in a pair of pale pink lace panties and a matching bra. Ben scuttled to his feet behind her, reaching for her hand that she waved behind her back for him to take. He looked out at Bob and Clint and gave them a thumbs up.
“We’re going around the corner, we’ll be back.” Kelly smirked, skipping off with Ben hurrying after.
Carmen treaded water towards her boyfriend, smiling brightly. “What do you say we go around the corner?” she smirked suggestively.
Bob just smirked. “What do you say… TAG! You’re it!” he exclaimed, slapping her shoulder and diving under water.
Bob swam away, leaving his girlfriend temporarily befuddled in the middle of the swimming pool. Clint, seeing what had just happened began to take giant leaps through the tread of the water away from Carmen.
“Quick Timber! Carmen’s it!” Clint warned.
Carmen smirked to herself, seeing how this game could be used to her own advantage. She went in hot pursuit of Clint, nabbing his foot in the water and dragging him towards her.
“Hey! Get away biatch!” Clint cried out, giving in knowing he was caught.
Carmen pecked him on the cheek, erupting in giggles. “Kissing tag, you’re it! No tag backs!” she yelled, taking off towards Bob who was back in the deep end hanging on to the far wall with Timber in the water.
Clint grinned at Carmen, swimming off towards the two oblivious friends. He met up with Timber, placing his hands on the wall on either side of her head, otherwise pinning her. She looked at him, eyes large and glassy like a cow’s—innocent. That was what he loved about her. He narrowed his face against hers and she closed her eyes, taking everything in slow motion as his lips pressed against hers and his head tilted to just the right angle.
“Mmmmmm…” Timber’s fingers released the edge of the pool and she began to sink, disengaging from Clint’s lips, into the water.
She resurfaced behind him a moment later, her hair glued across her forehead in strands.
Clint, still clinging to the wall, turned to look at her, smiling a wholesome smile. “Tag, you’re it.” he grinned, looking just past her head to Carmen who was beaming enthusiastically at the display.
“Okay. I need a drink!” Timber announced, her face burning with embarrassment. “Who’s with me?”
“Me, me, me!” Bob raised his hand, turning to pull himself up on the wall of the pool. “Last one to the house has to pound two extra shots!”
* * *
Scott led the way down the steps into the basement, gripping Angela’s hand tightly and feeling his palms begin to sweat. Angela, with her free hand, was sipping carefully on another one of Dave’s martinis. Her curls bobbing innocently on her cheeks, she focused her big brown eyes into the clear liquid that oscillated laxly in the wide glass. As they reached the bottom of the steps, Angela took her hand from Scott and plucked the toothpick from the edge of the glass, sucking the olive off the end.
“Mmmm.” She giggled, turning to see if Jeanine was still right behind her.
“We can go in here.” Scott announced, opening a door that was on the left wall after alighting from the stairs.
Jeanine stumbled alongside her boyfriend, also making an attempt to finish her martini but spilling a dribble of clear fluid down her chin. She laughed, wiping at it with the palm of her hand as Dave clutched her arm in an attempt to guide her away from the couch.
“What’s in here?” Angela asked inquisitively, her eyes large and curious.
“This is our band room.” Dave explained, coming up from behind and closing the door upon his entry. “… where we practice and stuff.”
The room was like a fifth Moffatt boy bedroom. It was about the size of the main sitting room with which the boys’ friends were familiar; however, it was separated into two visually different sections. In the back corner of the room, there was a drum set and keyboards. Against the wall left of the drum set and behind the keyboard was what appeared to be a guitar graveyard: many guitars set up on stands with their stems in the air like headstones, including a black one with flames creeping up the front—that was Scott’s favorite. To the right of the drum set were a few different bass guitars. There were also a few amplifiers, microphone stands, speakers, and other stage equipment all lined up until necessary for use. This was the only portion of the Moffatt house with sole signs of the four sons that provided some semblance of order.
The room in its entirety was an overall representation of the four boys in general. There were many posters on the walls—favorite bands and alcohol references—as well as a soccer ball sitting dormant in the middle of the floor. Scott had left a pair of his coveted Nike’s by a large rack packed full of a motley of compact discs. There were random articles of clothing left strategically in various locations.
The other side of the room was more recreationally oriented: there was a king sized bed pushed back into the left corner with several pillows strewn across it and plush beddings. Beside it was a black leather loveseat with a pile of old Rolling Stone magazines in the corner.
Angela swallowed what was remaining in her glass, shaking it and wondering where all of her liquor had gone. She turned to Jeanine who was standing right behind her with Dave and took the glass from her hand, swilling half of what remained down.
“Hey!” Jeanine giggled, gently smacking at Angela’s arm but resolving in running her fingers down the soft and tanned skin. She looked away, her hand dropping, and stared up at the room. “I never knew this place existed.” She commented, giggling and pulling away as Dave grazed his hand over her backside.
“Hey,” Scott piped up. “Why don’t you ladies sit down here.” he grinned. “We’ll go get us all some more drinks.”
Angela obediently sank onto the plush and cushiony bed, bouncing slightly with her curls bobbing at her cheeks. In that moment, she reminded Scott of Patti, and he had no choice but to smile. The prospect of the two heavily intoxicated young girls in this very private room that could very well double as a bedroom was all too exciting to keep a smile at bay.
“Come on Dave.” Scott said, smirking.
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When the oldest and youngest of the Moffatt litter reentered the practice room, Jeanine was prowling its’ perimeter, studying every poster along the walls. Angela was sitting on the bed where Scott had left her, chewing on the last olive from the other girl’s martini.
Scott held the door open for his brother who was carting a special spread of martini ingredients. In one hand, he held a bowl with several olive-adorned toothpicks, while in the other he carried the cocktail shaker that he was balancing carefully to prevent the spillage of already-made martini.
“Olives!” Angela exclaimed, jumping up and running to Dave. She began to speak rapid Spanish, taking the bowl from his hand and patting his cheek.
“Drinks!” Jeanine cried with just as much zeal, darting to where her boyfriend stood and holding her empty glass out to him.
Dave opened the top of the cocktail shaker and filled her glass.
“Hey Jeanine…” Scott began, shutting the door once more. “Why don’t you go sit down next to Angela over there?” he suggested.
“Good idea!” Dave acclaimed in an equally as rehearsed fashion as he took Angela’s glass from atop the speaker right next to the bed and filled it. He filled the two glasses Scott was holding as well.
“Okay.” Jeanine said tentatively, backing towards the bed and sitting down.
Scott was still standing by the door, holding still as Dave administered new martinis. He was looking considerably more relaxed as he was becoming drunker, having untucked his shirt and unbuttoned another button towards the neckline.
“Here, take these Dave.” he suggested, smiling as his younger brother immediately complied by setting the cocktail shaker down and taking the two glasses. “… and I will go put on some music.”
He crossed the room to the stereo system next to the loveseat and crouched down.
Dave sat on the coffee table in the center of the room. He looked at both girls, starting to wonder if he could perhaps smack them together in order to have them start touching one another. Both had kicked off their shoes, their skirts having inched higher on their equally as golden thighs. Angela uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, taking another tooth-picked olive and sucking the vegetable off, chewing on it.
“You sure are going at those olives.” Dave commented, smirking.
Angela nodded rapidly, continuing to chatter on in Spanish. Dave knew Spanish pretty well, but with the rate in which she was speaking, he could only catch fragments. He reached forward and touched Jeanine’s leg, running his fingers along the satin skin and sighing.
The room filled with pop-rock music that sounded like it was from the seventies, and Scott raised to his full height, approaching the party of three crowded around the bed.
“Will we disturb everyone else?” Jeanine asked, slurring as she took another drink.
Scott smiled broadly. “No.” he stated. “This room is sound proof.” he informed them.
Dave couldn’t take it anymore. He was overwhelmed with arousal, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath. He ran his hand up Jeanine’s leg, no longer able to control himself, and rose to his feet, hovering above her as he kissed her and she readily accepted.
Babe… for what I’m ‘bout to ask don’t be ashamed… I just love you girl
“Dave…” Jeanine exhaled, pulling back her legs and moaning gently as he ran his hands under her skirt, gripping her hips so firmly she could swear he left handprints in the skin.
Babe… as time would surely pass love shows this flame… in my fuck-you world
Dave was nearly lying on top of her, probing his tongue around in her mouth and spreading her legs wide around his hips. He trailed his left hand up along her side, stroking the length of her arm and eventually reaching her hair. He took the time to carefully smooth it back from her face, looking into her eyes and twisting his lips very slightly into a grin.
“I love you.” he whispered, his fingers starting to trail back down the side of her neck.
Relax girl… sip some of my slurpy… you don’t have to lie to me… it’s fly to me…
His fingertips paused there, on the scorching flesh of her throat, for a moment. He lowered his lips along her jaw, nuzzling his face in her neck as she sighed. His fingers started up again, raking down to her collar bone, lower to her chest, the tube top she was wearing slipping along with his agile claw. Her nipple made an appearance just above the stretchy fabric, and he cupped her, gently caressing the skin.
And this way… you can have your privacy… and at the same time I can see… Look:
“I love you too Dave…” she whispered, propped on her elbows and dropping her head back.
I just wanna… tape you… all night… yeah.
Angela sat right beside them, watching in awe. She had had no idea, prior to this moment, that they were so in love, but seeing the passion that was boiling between them; it was so palpable…
I just wanna… tape you… all night… yeah.
Angela felt like a voyeur, her eyes wide as she placed her martini glass to her lips and took a deep swig that finished off the glass. She sighed, her legs beginning to ache. She uncrossed them to alleviate the pressure that was building. There was a longing inside of her that she could not ignore. Seeing what love looked like from the outside, she had to find her way back in again before she exploded…
Then she felt a hand on her knee.
Babe… please don’t let this make you think my love has swayed… no way, okay…
Angela turned, startled, opening his eyes to see two very blue ones very close, and staring right into her. He grinned. With his hands coming up from behind, he encased her in his arms, his lips starting in on her neck.
Baby girl, this is not her idea… it’s mine single-handedly… it’s just my fantasy
Angela’s eyes closed and she leaned back against him, placing her hands over his and moving them up over her chest. Scott gripped her breasts and she moaned, her mouth opening wide in a muffled scream, feeling him attach his lips to her neck. Without her knowing, he plucked the martini glass from her hand, reaching behind him and setting it on top of the speaker, while keeping his other hand on her. He raised his eyes to Dave who was now sitting beside Jeanine, kissing her gently along the side of her face. The other girl’s eyes were closed, but Dave’s were open and he looked at his brother in the same moment.
“Jeanie…” Dave whispered, pulling back.
She looked back at him as if she were waking up from a deep dream. “Yes?” she breathed.
Dave glanced back at Scott. “Kiss me.” he said softly.
There’s only one… and when you’re done… it’s always in just for fun… and then please give me some…
Jeanine obediently pressed her lips to his hungrily, opening her mouth on his, her hands cupping his chin.
Dave pulled back from her after a long moment, looking deep into her blurry caramel eyes. “Now… kiss her.” he whispered encouragingly, pointing to Angela who was watching curiously.
Listen, we’ll call her gold… and you’ll be platinum… I just wanna see you come (out)…
Jeanine looked over to Angela. Scott still had his hands on her breasts, kneading them through the slinky fabric of her dress. He was eyeing the two girls deeply. Angela’s eyes were half closed, but upon hearing Dave’s suggestion, they drifted open and she looked directly at her friend.
“Don’t you think she’s just gorgeous?” Scott asked Jeanine in a low and lascivious tone.
Look, I just wanna… tape you… all night… yeah…
Jeanine seemed entranced. “Yes…” she breathed.
Dave ran his hand from his girlfriend’s shoulder to her elbow, down to her wrist. He dropped a soft kiss her on neck. “It’s okay.” he whispered. “She won’t hurt you…”
Look here sugar, I just wanna… tape you… all night… yeah…
Both boys watched with bated breath as Jeanine cautiously and slowly extended her hand. Angela chewed into her bottom lip, her chest heaving from within Scott’s grip. By the time the other girl’s fingers graced her limp hand, positioned between the two on the bed, she was ready for anything. Jeanine leaned in, tentative at first, but she blinked for a long second, and when she reopened her eyes, she reached forth and smoothed her best friend’s curly chocolate locks away from her face.
I just wanna… tape you mamma… all night… yeah…
Jeanine fearlessly pressed her lips against those of another woman.
Angela closed her eyes, sighing breathlessly as her mouth opened against Jeanine’s and she allowed her tongue to mingle along with the other girl’s tongue. She wrapped her arms around Jeanine’s shoulders, suddenly feeling the same urges and longing she got when she was with Scott. She was so turned on in that moment that she just needed to be touched by anyone.
I just wanna… tape you… all night… yeah…
“That’s right baby…” Scott whispered, running his palms down his girlfriend’s back. “Touch her…” he breathed, stiffening in his pants.
Angela pushed Jeanine onto her back, aiming to devour the girl whole until the fire she felt burning inside her, down the entire length of her body, was quelled. She was half-laying on top of the other girl, still moving her tongue in tandem with a foreign one—slowly, gently, delicately. She was so soft, and tender. Her skin was supple. She was a woman. As much as Angela loved the feel of being with Scott, she was fully aroused by the gentle smell of Jeanine’s body, and the way her body felt beneath her hands.
Jeanine opened her eyes just slightly, looking up into two half-closed brown eyes with long, curling lashes. Their faces were sheltered by curls. Jeanine placed her hands on Angela’s shoulders, slipping the straps of her dress down her arms, all the way down to her waist.
Naw baby don’t worry ‘bout your makeup, I promise I won’t get jealous and break up. Not to patronize and sound fake but, if this is a dream I don’t wanna wake up.
With this initiation, Angela wasted no time removing Jeanine’s tube top, exposing her bear breasts to the room. She ran her hands over them, sighing softly at the foreign feeling of another woman’s body—foreign, yet so familiar.
Naw baby don’t worry ‘bout your makeup, I promise I won’t get jealous and break up. Not to patronize and sound fake but, if this is a dream I ain’t waking up…
Dave couldn’t keep his hands away. He reached out and began to caress Jeanine’s breasts while Angela giggled, kissing down her neck. Jeanine’s eyes opened at the sudden feeling of new pressure and she looked to her boyfriend, reaching out and tugging at the bottom of his shirt with her free hand. Dave hastily yanked his button down and undershirt over his head in one sweep, aching to participate in the action. He kissed Jeanine’s lips and she hungrily accepted him as he ran his fingers back through her hair. Angela giggled again, sitting up and tugging her friend’s tube top and bright purple skirt down her smooth legs. Jeanine began kicking and her clothing ended up on the floor.
Turn on the purple lights… being flashy… by removing your fashion… and start tongue lashing…
Scott came up from behind, eliciting sighs from his girlfriend as he caressed her shoulders and her chest. Angela closed her eyes, just immersing herself in his touch. She soon felt a new pair of hands, cupping her breasts from the front, then encircling her ribs and expertly removing the clasp of her strapless bra. She felt a pair of lips beginning at her chin and sparsely decorating her chest until reaching her nipples. She felt these lips cover her left nipple, a hand to the right, and begin to suck hard against her. She felt too good to open her eyes.
Now go kiss her boobs… and you kiss her boobs too… let your finger dash in… lights camera action…
“Lay back.” Scott whispered, guiding Angela onto her back.
Jeanine swooped in again, like a vulture, finding incredible arousal through playing with Angela’s breasts. Scott slid off the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor and positioning his girlfriend by sliding her down by her hips. He slid off her panties, spreading her legs and attaching his lips to the treasure he found in between them.
… tape you… all night… yeah
Jeanine looked up, her eyes smoldering, watching what was happening and feeling her body temperature soar through the roof. Then Dave was behind her, lying along her back on the bed. He pushed her hair out of the way of her neck, sucking against the skin and leaving a dark purple hickey. His hand traced her silhouette and his thumb hooked in the waistband of her underwear. He began to slide them down her hips and thighs, while Angela moaned and pulled Jeanine’s face back to hers.
Hey sugar, I just wanna… tape you… all night… yeah…
Legs around Scott’s neck, Angela aggressively pulled Jeanine’s body to hers, their breasts rubbing together in a medley of heavenly soft skin. Their hands became familiar with the familiar, stroking at hair, at skin—Dave tossed Jeanine’s panties to the floor and slipped his hand between her legs.
I just wannna… tape you… all night… yeah
“Fuck me Dave…” Jeanine pleaded, reattaching her lips to Angela’s and slithering her body against hers.
Hey little mamma… I just wanna… tape you… all night…yeah…
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Dave fumbled with the buckle of his belt.
I just wanna… tape you… all night… yeah.
Angela sighed with a loud moan and came all over Scott’s lips, running her hands placidly down Jeanine’s back. Scott crawled up to meet her, his lips making the entire trip across her skin.
“Fuck me Dave…” Jeanine whimpered.
I just wanna… tape you… little mamma
He kicked his boxer shorts to the end of the bed and was right behind her again, his breathing heavy in her ear.
“Please Dave…”
He raised her thigh, spreading her legs, and hooked his arm underneath her knee. With her extreme flexibility, he was able to pull her knee all the way up to her shoulder, leaving a gaping space for him to insert himself. He ran his hand over her swollen slit from behind; she was overflowing with honey, making his fingers sticky sweet. Jeanine leaned in to him and moaned.
I just wanna… tape you… all night… yeah…
Scott hovered over his girlfriend, sucking at her breasts and leaving little red marks behind. She wriggled her hand down and gripped him through his pants, clutching him only momentarily before tearing his shirt over his head and giggling as he reappeared on the other side. Before he could free his arms, kneeling at a higher stature, she was working on his belt, his buttons, his zipper fly. She was tugging his pants down his hips, relieving him of his boxer shorts. His prick sprang forth, having been prepared to launch for quite some time. Angela gripped it, hungrily dropping her jaw and sucking him in. Moaning, she attempted to swallow him whole—he enmeshed his fingers in her hair as a tense feeling swam through his veins.
“Ow, Dave!” Jeanine whined when he tried to slip himself inside her.
“Sorry…” he quickly apologized, retreating.
He kissed her shoulder gently, pressing his plethoric manhood against her opening.
I just wanna… tape you… you and your girl baby…
“Ow! Dave! Your dick is really big!” Jeanine complained as he attempted to enter her at a strange angle.
“Sorry, sorry.” He said very gently, kissing her again as she spread her legs even wider, sticking her backside out towards him in order to grant him better access.
Dave was finally able to enter her, carefully sliding himself all the way in and gasping against her ear. Jeanine reached for Angela’s breasts, watching as the girl sucked her boyfriend off. She moved her hand down to the other girl’s swollen and pulsating tenderness, rubbing her delicately with her fingers. Angela moaned around Scott’s rock hard organ, cupping his contracting balls in her hand and rolling them around one another. The bed began to rock against the wall as Dave pounded Jeanine in very measured and firm thrusts that caused her to cry out each time. She didn’t know how long he fucked her before she nearly lost consciousness, her body overpowered by a force that was not of this world.
You and your girl… all night… just taping
“My orgasm…” she sighed as everything slowed down as if the world had been placed in slow motion mode.
Dave continued to thrust even as she gave up, finally coming some time after. Angela allowed Scott to fill her mouth with cum, removing her lips a moment early and having his warm and gluey sperm dribble down her chin. Scott fell back onto the bed beside her, sighing with a heaving chest. She licked her lips and he leaned over, running his tongue from her chin to her mouth in order to catch what her tongue had not managed to capture. She opened her mouth for him, intertwining their tongues.
It’s just my fantasy… don’t be afraid… all night…
The door from the sitting area opened and Timber entered, gripping the wall as she staggered forth, at first not noticing that there were four naked individuals on the bed.
And… cut.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, turning around and running for the exit but meeting with the wall. “Ow! Shit!” she shouted.
“Timber!” Jeanine exclaimed, sitting up. “Oh my God!”
“Sorry!” Timber quickly said, covering her eyes with her hand. “Oh my God! Karaoke Machine! I just need the karaoke machine!”
The young girl held her face as she tried to leave the room one more with her eyes covered and found herself hitting the doorjamb square with her shoulder.
“Timber wait!” Jeanine exclaimed, grabbing Dave’s undershirt from the floor and tugging it over her head.
“No!” Timber cried, finally finding her way out. “Hail Mary, full of grace…” she trailed off. The crash that came from beyond the sight through the door indicated that she was still attempting to keep her eyes covered.
Dave was not too concerned with Timber’s intrusion, nor was Scott, but Angela quickly got up off the bed and began to slip into her dress, intending to go after Dave and Jeanine. Scott was still laying on his back in recovery from the incident.
“Hey Scott.” Dave said, lying on his stomach with his arms tucked under the side of his face. “Feel this.” he instructed, touching a large puddle in the middle of the bed that darkened the sheets.
Scott stuck his finger in the middle of the wet spot that was about a foot and a half in diameter. His finger was completely soaked as he retracted it. Paying no mind to the fact that he was reposed and naked on the bed with his brother, he slapped the soaking wet stain with his palm. “What is that?” he asked, suddenly very confused.
Dave cracked a smirk, sputtering a laugh of bewilderment. “Jeanine’s cum.”
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