"Time to wake up, sleepyhead!"
Mark opened his eyes to see Lacy standing at the end of the bed, her blonde hair slightly mussed from sleep, a thin white T shirt loosely draped over her petite frame, with her hands clasped in front of her, and pink panties peaking out below. Around her neck lay a thin chain, with a small metal key resting against her chest.
"C'mon, breakfast is almost ready! And you have to eat some real food, there's no nutritional value in just eating my pussy!"
With a wink, Lacy turned and walked out the door. Mark stumbled out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts, and followed. The smell of bacon accompanied the sizzle of a frying pan as he walked through the minefield of empty beer cans from the previous evening. Lacy stood in the kitchen with her back to him, and Roxie sat at the small table, sipping a mug of coffee. Roxie's wet hair clung to the back of her neck as a short cutoff shirt dangled loosely over her chest. Seeing Mark, she leaned back and stretched her arms high over her head, yawning. The motion lifted her shirt up enough to reveal the underside of her supple breasts. Mark's eyes shot wide open at the sight, and Roxie smirked as she lowered her arms.
"Come! Sit!" Lacy said, walking in from the kitchen with two plates of food. Setting the plates down, she took a seat at the end of the table, leaving the spot across from Roxie for Mark.
"Where's-"
"Isaac and Nat left this morning." Lacy interrupted. "Sorry you didn't get a chance to say goodbye, but don't worry, you'll see them again. Now sit!"
Mark took his seat and looked in amazement at the feast before him. Bacon, eggs, toast with jam, Lacy had clearly put significant effort into the meal. As he dug in, he looked at Lacy with gratitude filling his eyes, and moaned his approval between bites. Lacy giggled, and explained their plans for the day.
"Roxie has a... well... lets call him a 'friend' with a pool in his back yard. I thought it would be nice for us to go and hang out for a bit. You brought your swim trunks, right?"
"Oh, even if you didn't, trunks wont be necessary." Roxie smiled, and slid her foot up Mark's calf under the table. "See, my um... 'friend', is out of town for the weekend." Her foot now caressed his thigh. "And his fence is high enough to discourage any unwelcome onlookers." Her heel landed on his chair, her sole gently pressing against the cage between his legs. "So we can skinny dip! Trust me, sunbathing is always better naked!" Roxie bit the corner of her lip, smiled, and pressed the ball of her foot into Mark's crotch, before withdrawing it.
Mark coughed and his eyes nearly popped out of his head with how wide they shot open. Lacy giggled, placing her hand on his wrist.
"Are you excited, babe? It's gonna be so much fun!"
"Y-yeah..." Mark hesitantly forced a smile to cover his panic. "So fun..."
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The three of them entered the backyard through a side gate that Roxie unlocked with a code. The fence walls were a little higher than usual, and there were plenty of trees to obscure the view of any would-be onlookers, but placed as to not block any sunlight in the pool area. The pool stretched out across the lawn with a small diving board on one end, and several pool chairs along one side. The house itself had a deck that extended out a few feet from the edge of the pool, and a balcony that overlooked the whole thing. As Mark set down the bag of towels, Lacy and Roxie began taking off their shirts and shorts, revealing their tight bikini swim suits. Lacy's was red, a bright contrast against her pale skin, and Roxie's was a bright teal, contrasting against her tan color. Mark, who hadn't brought a swimsuit, paused to take in the sight of them. Roxie, catching his stare, giggled.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" She said with a wink.
Mark could only stutter in response before Lacy's face lit up. "Wait, that's a great idea! Mark! Take our picture!"
Mark recovered from his daze of astonishment and lust at the sight before him, and took his phone out of his pocket. Holding it up, he opened the camera app, and focused the lens on the two of them standing, each with an arm around the other. As he lined up the first shot, he noticed the key glinting in the sunlight, hanging from the chain around Lacy's neck.
"The key... are you gonna... Are you gonna wear that in the picture?"
Lacy raised her eyebrows and tilted her head. Raising her hand to the feel the key, she looked at Mark with concern. "You want me to take off my favorite necklace?" Her face drew into a pout.
"Surely you wont ask her to take off her favorite necklace, now, will you?" Roxie joined Lacy in pouting. "But she looks so good in it!"
"Uh... ok fine. Just... hold still" Mark centered them in the frame and snapped a picture. Then another. He'd done this enough times to know that he had to take a few to make sure he had a good one. As the camera was snapping away, he noticed their hands moving. Lacy's hand slowly drifted up Roxie's side toward her breast, and Roxie's did the same to Lacy. He kept taking pictures as their hands rose up and cupped each other's boob. Then, in a sudden jolt, they each pulled down the other's bikini, flashing him. Mark jolted at the surprise, and the two collapsed in a fit of giggling. Pulling themselves off of each other and readjusting their swim suits, they walked towards Mark.
"Let me see, let me see, let me see!" Lacy squealed, as she took the phone from Mark's hand to look at the pictures. Mark took a step back as Roxie pushed past him to look over Lacy's shoulder. Then, she turned around, a devious smile painted across her face.
"Nice pics, mister photographer." She stepped towards him, bringing her hand up towards his chest. "To thank you for your trouble..." Mark stepped backwards as she took another step, placing her hand on him. "Here's a TIP!" As she spoke the last word, she extended her arm forcefully, pushing Mark backwards. Knocked off balance, Mark stumbled, his foot sliding back to catch himself but instead finding the edge of the pool. Waving his arms wildly, he slowly tipped further and further backward until gravity overtook him, and he tumbled into the water.
When Mark resurfaced, gasping for air, he heard the two girls over come with laughter. Mark pulled himself back up out of the pool, his only clothes now soaking wet and clinging to his skin. Their laughter begun to die down as he took a seat on a pool chair and begun to dry himself off with a towel. Then, their laughter was abruptly stopped by a sound that froze his blood in its veins.
"A-HEM!" A stern voice clearing its throat rang out across the yard, emanating from the balcony behind him. A woman in a black one-piece bathing suit, sun hat, and white lace cover up stood with her hands on the railing, looking down at them. She looked to be late 40s, with blonde hair falling in waves down her back, her eyes affixed to them like a hawk.
"Well Roxie, I see you brought some friends. Care to introduce me?"
Roxie's shoulders relaxed as she smiled. "Hi Mrs. Summers! I didn't think you'd be home this weekend! This is my roommate and her boyfriend, Lacy and Mark!"
"Well I was going to accompany my husband to his conference this weekend but with weather like this, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to even out my tan. I suppose the company of a few friends couldn't hurt that. Now you, Mark, was it? Come inside, and we can toss those wet clothes in the dryer. Can't have you walking around like a drowned rat, now, can we?" With a smile, Mrs. Summers turned and walked inside.
Lacy turned to Roxie, gently hitting her arm. "You didn't tell me your 'friend' was our psychology teacher! Or that he's married! Roxie, what is wrong with you!"
"Calm down, calm down! She's chill! And I haven't done anything unethical, its all above board, I promise!" Roxie placed her hands on Lacy's shoulders to try to calm her.
"How is sleeping with our teacher possibly ethical?!?" Lacy was practically hyperventilating.
"Because she didn't sleep with him." Mrs. Summers reemerged onto the deck and walked toward them. "She slept with me! And cucking your teacher doesn't count as unethical. Trust me, I'm the ethics professor!"
Lacy's eyebrows shot up as her jaw hit the floor. Mrs. Summers smiled, reveling at Lacy's shocked expression, then turned to Mark. "C'mon young man, get up and come along with me. Lets get you cleaned up." Mark hesitated, looking back and forth between all three women, then stood and followed.
Inside, she led him around a corner, through a hallway, and to the laundry room. She held the door open for him, then followed him inside and closed the door behind her and turned to face him. The room was small, the size of a large closet, with the washer and dryer taking up half the space. She eyed him up and down, crossed her arms and spoke one word.
"Strip."
Mark hesitated, anxiety and worry spreading across his face. She raised an eyebrow, and he grabbed the hem of his shirt, and slowly began peeling it up and over his head. Dropping it to the floor, he crossed his arms, looking once again at her. She only stared back in response, her expression growing more stern, waiting for him to comply with her command. He gulped, and lowered his arms, hooking them around the waist band of his shorts, and slowly started to pull them down. He was careful to pull them away from his underwear as he did so, to ensure he did not fully expose himself. With his shorts on the ground, he stepped out of them and pushed them into a pile with his shirt on the ground in front of him. Standing once again with arms crossed in front of him, his wet boxers clinging to his thighs, he stared at her. She smirked.
