Jordan, Gwen, Steve, Charlie and the band were completely spent by the time they ended the show, after performing two encores. They packed up their equipment and drove to Marsh's Landing for a late meal. Many of their friends had gone ahead and saved a table for them.
"That show was incredible!" praised Billy's father when he came out to speak to everyone. "I can't thank all of you enough. Business has been booming all week, and the benefit was the best party anyone in this town's ever seen. Your money's no good here. Order whatever you want, compliments of the house. That goes for all of you. I may ask for a photograph or two before you leave, but other than that, I'll leave you alone. I'll try to keep people from bothering you."
"I can't believe how tired I am," groaned Jordan. "I've never put that much energy and effort into a show before. I hope the audience enjoyed it."
"Are you kidding? That was the most amazing show ever!" asserted Charlotte. "We volunteer workers kept hearing how great you guys were and how much the area needed a night where good things happened. There's a lot of bottled up anxiety around here. We've been attacked twice by terrorists. People are getting a little gun-shy, to say the least. I hate to think what it'd be like around here if either attack had been successful with the bombs. In case I forgot to mention it, Steve, I'll have your babies anytime you want. I'd be little more than a fond memory if it hadn't been for your decisive actions and straight shooting, twice! I owe both you and Gwen my life."
"As I recall, if your significant other hadn't pulled my sorry ass out of the river, I wouldn't have been around to give you those babies. I'd say that makes us even. You'll have to rely on Billy, or some other lucky dude, to fulfill your maternal instincts."
"Regardless, my offer stands. You've saved my life and I'll never forget it. A lot of people around here feel the same way. This is your town," declared Charlotte.
The group settled down for a quiet meal. They were all too tired to banter very much. As soon as the meal was over, everyone headed for their beds for the night. Gwen and Naomi left together. Steve was almost to his uncle's place when he felt his phone vibrate. He checked it and saw a text from Gwen. The message was short, but held a lot of promise.
"Meet me out by our swimming pool at three AM. You won't be sorry!" was all it said, and all Steve needed to know.
There was only a sliver of moon and it was low in the sky when Steve quietly let himself in the side door to the Anderson's pool. He was a few minutes early, so he sat down in a lounge chair and quickly fell asleep. Warm lips pressed against his slowly pulled him from his dreams.
Steve reached out and found nothing but soft, smooth skin. He kissed Gwen back as he ran his hands gently over her supple body. When she broke the kiss, Steve had just enough light to see her smile as she tugged on his belt. Realizing her intentions and not wanting to keep her waiting, Steve kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. Soon he was naked with Gwen lying on top of him as they explored each other's bodies.
Naomi had heard Gwen's phone chime at 3 AM and wondered about it. She faked sleep as she listened to Gwen get up from the bed and quietly let herself out the door. She gave Gwen several minutes and before rising and going out to the kitchen. She saw a shadowy figure by the sink and moved toward it only to find Paula looking out the window.
"I was looking for Gwen. She left her room a few minutes ago and I don't have any idea where she went. The bathroom's empty," observed Naomi.
"I don't think she wants to be found right now," chuckled Paula softly. "She's about to be lost in sweet oblivion."
"I see what you mean," replied Naomi as she looked over Paula's shoulder to see dark shapes moving slowly on the pool deck. "I knew I should have slept someplace else. I've ruined the night for her."
"Does she look like her night's ruined?" asked Paula quietly. "Trust me. It's nights like this that lovers remember for the rest of their lives. Look how easily he lifts her up and how gentle he is. Oh my!"
Steve had stood with Gwen in his arms before gently placing her on a lounge chair and kneeling next to her. He kissed her breasts for a few seconds before he began working his way down her body. Soon his face was buried between Gwen's legs and she was clutching his head with both hands.
"We shouldn't be watching this. Gwen and Steve would be upset and embarrassed if they knew," reasoned Naomi, although she made no effort to move away from the window.
"Go back to bed if you like. I've warned those kids to be careful about when and where they engage in these activities. I'll stay awhile, just to be sure Gwen's okay. If she wants privacy, she shouldn't be doing this in public," asserted Paula.
"Well, in her defense, it's after three in the morning and it's pretty dark out there," replied Naomi. "Wow! He's really working her over now. How much of that can she stand?"
"It appears that she can endure quite a bit, doesn't it? I just hope Steve can still breathe. She's trying to crush his head. Look. He's picking her up again."
Oblivious to the voyeur audience, Steve stood, picked Gwen off the lounge and slowly lowered her onto his throbbing erection. Gwen guided him inside her body as she wrapped her legs around him and slowly began moving up and down, using Steve's shoulders to gain leverage. Steve helped by lifting and lowering her ass while plunging into her center.
"Is that normal," asked Naomi with awe. "Is it even possible?"
"I have to go back to bed now. Tomorrow's a busy day. Goodnight, Naomi," whispered an aroused Paula. She had suddenly decided to wake her husband and have her way with him while the vision of her daughter's love making was fresh in her mind.
Hours later, Gwen felt something drop onto her backside. "Use that towel to cover up. Lisa, Kate, Naomi, and Cindy Quick are watching out the window. It's after seven. Cover up and get cleaned up. Your father will be up soon. He doesn't need to see his daughter in such a state," scolded Paula, but with very little sting.
Gwen slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was lying naked on top of an equally naked Steve. Her breasts were practically stuck to Steve's chest. His cock was hard again and poking into her lower abdomen. His arms were draped around her with his hands on her ass and his fingers interwoven to keep from sliding off.
"We must have fallen asleep," replied Gwen as she stated the obvious while clearing her head. She started to rise, but Steve held her tight to him.
"Paula, could I please have a towel before Gwen gets up? I don't want to embarrass your guests, or Kate, or myself. I'd like to cover up as Gwen climbs off me."
Paula handed another towel to the couple but remained standing over them as Gwen began to rise. "Mom! How about some privacy? You're embarrassing Steve."
"I'm so sorry. I must have forgotten to tell you to be careful where and when you make love. You want privacy on my pool deck at seven AM on a Saturday morning? With four people watching you from the kitchen window? How thoughtless of me!" responded Paula sarcastically as Steve tried to quickly cover his morning erection, which had been left exposed by Gwen's rapid movement to gain her feet.
Gwen wrapped the towel around her waist, picked up her nightie from a nearby chair, and sauntered toward the kitchen. When she entered it, she was greeted by whistles and catcalls from her sisters, as well as Naomi and Cindy Quick.
"You should all try it sometime. It's really very refreshing, sleeping under the stars," stated Gwen with as much dignity as she could muster while making her way to her bedroom. As she reached the door she turned and cautioned the others, "But not with Steve!"
Steve clutched the towel to his waist as he gathered up his clothes which were strewn all over the pool deck. "I'm sorry, Paula. It was my fault. I just couldn't stay away. I'll get my stuff and head home. I'm very sorry about all of this."
"You're not going anywhere, Young Man. Your punishment will be to go and get showered with Gwen, but with no funny business. Then you'll have breakfast with us, and listen to every remark the rest of us feel like making. Any questions?"
Steve bowed his head and hurried toward the house. He found four women grinning from ear to ear when he entered the kitchen.
"You like sleeping under the stars, too?" asked Lisa with a chuckle as Steve maintained his course for Gwen's room. "Or is it more like you enjoy sleeping under my poor little sister?"
