This is the fourth installment in the "Not an Accident" series. It really is best if you start from the first chapter. I appreciate all votes and comments.
I certainly had a good deal to think about. Depending on how I looked at it, things were either turning out great or I was on the precipice of a real disaster. Meeting Karen and then having her discover me naked on my patio was awesome. Learning that she was intrigued and then initiating the bet with me was even better, despite the fact that she claimed fidelity and devotion to her boyfriend. Taking a risk to jerk off for her, only to learn that it was her younger sister who was watching was something I never would have imagined. When the extent of my kinkiness came to light, instead of crawling into a hole I masturbated for the two of them and wound up getting my picture taken with a hand full of cum as I disappear into my bathroom. That's quite a highlight reel for just a few days.
After Kim snapped my picture, I scrambled into the bathroom. I washed my hands and took a hot washcloth to clean up my thighs and groin. I'd certainly made a mess and, while the cum was easy to clean up, I wondered how big a mess I'd made otherwise and what to do about that. I thought about wrapping a towel around me to walk back into my living room to get my shorts and started to laugh. It seemed a little late for modesty but then I considered the photo that Kim took. I decided it was better to use the towel. It turns out that my precaution was unnecessary as the girls had let themselves out while I was in the bathroom.
Great! Part of me was relieved to not have to face them right away but it left me wondering what they were doing. Was my photo being shared with all their friends? Had my image been uploaded onto some website that women would giggle at? For that matter, there was no context there to indicate that I'd just enjoyed one of the hottest experiences of my life with two attractive young women. This picture could wind up anywhere. A more confident guy would know that with a few simple changes to the story he could spin that photo into a trophy of a great exploit. In my current state of mind it was more likely to be just photographic evidence of what a pervert I was.
I slept fitfully that night and wondered what the new day would bring. I needed to talk to Karen and Kim to learn if they looked on the previous night with revulsion or if it was something else for them. I was physically uncomfortable as I waited for our next meeting. This was not the tingly anticipation of a hoped for sexual encounter. This was the waiting outside the principal's office type of feeling.
I didn't have too long to wait as Karen arrived at the pool shortly after lunch. Kim was not with her. It was time to learn my fate. As I made my way around the corner of the privacy wall I could see Karen looking in my direction. She had pulled up in a lounge chair near one of those umbrella tables. She really looked great in that bikini.
She waived and said, "Hey there," with a cheerful little wave.
Some relief started to creep in but there was still a knot in my stomach. I walked across the pool area to her and sat down in a chair between her and the table. I put my towel on the table.
"How's it going?" I began. Once again I was fearful of raising the topic.
"Good," she replied. "Derek says thanks, by the way."
The temporary relief disappeared when she said that. All I needed was her boyfriend finding out about our escapades.
"Derek? Why is Derek thanking me?"
"He didn't really say that, silly. He would have if he'd known why I practically raped him last night. I don't know what came over me...well I guess that's not true. I know exactly why I was so horny. I practically had to kick Kim out so I could jump Derek."
It never dawned on me that Karen might react that way. I was starting to feel better again.
"So it got pretty crazy, eh?" I asked.
"Yeah, sex with Derek is always pretty good but last night was lots of fun."
Karen had a big grin on her face. I was feeling better and better about how this was turning out. At least now I knew how Karen felt about the previous night.
"What about Kim?" I ventured.
"She sounded a bit frustrated this morning, to be honest. It was a long drive home last night and when she got there she was disappointed to learn that the photo she took of you was all blurry and too dark."
I couldn't believe my luck. I'd really been sweating having that incriminating photo out there.
"I was a little concerned about that photo. What do you think Kim would have done with that photo?" I asked Karen.
She laughed and said, "I know what she would have done with it last night! She would have held that phone in one hand while her other hand was very, very busy."
"You're not serious," I replied.
"Damn straight. That's exactly what she would have done," Karen said.
"Should you be telling me this, Karen? Wouldn't Kim be pissed if she knew?"
"I suppose she wouldn't be thrilled but we don't need to tell her, do we?"
Karen giggled and winked at me. As much as I respected the fact that she wanted to stay true to Derek, there was a part of me that wished things might be different. This was a fun gal and I would have loved to jump her. The fear I'd felt was gone and I was starting to get horny again.
Then another thought occurred to me. "Maybe you should have just sent Kim over to my place."
"Yeah, you would have loved that, wouldn't you? I hate to tell you, though. I think you've run into a family of monogamists. Kim has a boyfriend, too. He's away at school otherwise he likely would have gotten jumped the same way Derek was," Karen laughed.
"She's got a boyfriend, eh? Boy, a guy just can't catch a break, can he?" I complained. "Still, it might be better this way. It would be rather awkward telling people how Kim and I met if we wound up in a relationship."
"You're right. I have trouble seeing our interlude as the opening scene of a Sandra Bullock romantic comedy," Karen agreed. "I'll bet that your rather casual attitude towards nudity might strike a chord with some women, though. You are an attractive guy and if you don't mind my saying so, you've got a nice dick, too. Actually it's true whether you mind my saying so or not."
"I'm not quite sure what to make of you, Karen. You're something else. I can honestly say I've not met anyone quite like you."
"What can I tell you? I like what I like. If I wasn't with Derek I might have had a very different reaction that first day. I might not have sent you alone into your apartment with that erection. I might have decided to deal with it myself. I found that very appealing."
