Summer Nights

We're off to the beach, Greta, do you want to come?

It was a hot Saturday morning and it was a provocation. We were on summer holidays from Uni. I shared a house a couple of blocks away from the sand with Gary and Tim and we were looking for a matching number of girls to spread their towels with ours. Sandy and Dina had texted back yes. They would hang out with us on the beach for the morning; that was all. But could we find a third? Too many of the girls we knew worked Saturdays. Greta was, I guess, just a friend. She was never going to say yes, but equal numbers was important. And we were happy to stir her.

You know I hate the beach, Greta replied soon enough. Which left Alice. I suggested her, and Gary groaned. He didn't like someone that smart hanging out with us. But who else, I challenged, so he shrugged. Tim reminded us that she had pretty good looking breasts. I asked Alice and she agreed. She would meet us there in half an hour.

"Sunscreen?" Gary suggested. The girls had placed their towels next to each other in way that made it girl girl girl and so boy boy boy.

Sandy laughed at us. "You boys look after yourselves, we're good."

"We don't want you to burn," Tim offered. And because Tim was sleazy it sounded sleazy but the girls knew him well enough to let it brush off. Not helped by how he stared at their bikinis rather than their faces when he offered his help.

"You're so funny Tim," Dina teased. Although she had a deep tan she was coating her arms with her sunscreen as she talked back to us. "By the way," she added to underline Tim's line of vision, "do you like my tits?" She rolled back her shoulders for the obvious effect. Fortunately and to my surprise Tim didn't try to answer that.

"Why were you so desperate to get me to come?" Alice asked me. "Afraid of looking like you're not attractive to women?"

"If I wanted to be attractive to women, do you think I would want even numbers so we all look attached?" I joked.

Alice wasn't convinced. "I know you Neil. There is always something going on in that head of yours, some scheme."

"You're right," I agreed. "I wanted to pretend that you and I are in a relationship."

"That's fucked up," Alice smiled. The other two women agreed. I looked for support from the boys but they both looked hostile. "Did you try to invite Greta?" she added.

"Swim?" I suggested. Yes, it was a deflection.

"What's going on there?" Gary shouted, proving he was good for something. And indeed what was going on there? We looked where he looked, a short distance down the beach where two topless women, one tall with large breasts the other not so large appeared to be fight-playing in the surf. The thinner one got the other's bikini bottoms down to her knees for a moment before apparently collapsing laughing which allowed her to pull them back up.

"What do you think you are doing?" the bigger one demanded, loud enough to attract all our attention.

"Americans," Sandy noted with a hint of disdain as the two topless ones started at each other again. This time the busty one jumped on the back of the other pressing her breasts pretty comprehensively against her. Not that she seemed to mind.

I was curious about what the girls' reaction to such blatant behaviour would be. But Tim had to speak of course. "So you can do that on an Australian beach?" Tim stated, because he thought that was funny.

"What do you mean?" snapped Alice although I could tell that she was closely observing the girl fight as it now moved up the sand towards a bemused looking guy sitting on his towel with two other towels spread near him.

"Those are girls who know how to have fun," Tim suggested.

Alice sneered.

Dina rose to the challenge. "Ah, I get it. You'd like us to perform for you like that. For your titillation. We get it."

The Americans leant down to talk to their guy then decided to suns themselves on their backs on their towels, breasts blatantly out and up.

"Do you think that they don't care what people think or that they want to attract attention to themselves?" Gary considered.

"What do you think, Gary?" Alice snapped.

"Nothing," Gary automatically replied.

"Are you boys getting turned on?" Sandy asked. We won't going to answer that.

"They don't seem to care," Dina suggested, meaning the American girls not us.

"Only one way to find out," Alice concluded, as she got up and walked over to the Americans. She squatted and talked to them for a short while. We all watched her closely. At one point the thin one reached up to Alice. We held our breath but she only grabbed Alice by the arm for a moment, I guess to emphasise some point they agreed on before letting her go rather than wrestling Alice or reaching for her top as I had hoped. Alice stood up and smiled at them pretending to ignore our attention. She sashayed back towards us acting uncharacteristically coquettish. About halfway back while pretending not to notice us, Alice reached behind and removed her bikini top then walked the next little way topless watching for our admiration. As she came up to us, she adjusted her top back up, pretending that she had done nothing provocative.

When she was settled, Gary spurted "So what did they tell you?"

"Oh," she shrugged, "I was just talking to Miss Penthouse."

"What?" we all went, like an implosion. We all looked over and got a brief wave from the two Americans and a resigned shake of the head from their male companion.

"She's performing Ibsen tonight," Alice revealed. "She's invited us to attend."

"A live show," Dina laughed. There was something in her laugh that I didn't like.

"Would you actually go?" I asked Alice. And added stupidly "I suspect her performance would involve taking some of her clothes off."

"You think so?" Alice challenged. "Would you take an innocent girl like me to some sleazy dive to see what a pair of worldly Americans may get up to?"

"We Australians are so unsophisticated," I pointed out. "Compared with them..."

"And baring their breasts on our chaste Australian beaches," Tim added, unnecessarily.

"So it's breasts you boys want?" Sandy dared us.

Alice weighed in. "Did you like my tits?"

"Alice!" Dina exclaimed. She could be a prude.

Tim pulled a strange face. "We really didn't get long enough to look at them," he insisted.

I looked over at the Americans who were unnecessarily applying suntan lotion to each other in the most provocative way possible. The skinny one had narrowed her bikini bottoms into her crack so the busty one could really engage with her whole erogenous area. The busty one didn't seem to be wearing anything at all although it was difficult to tell from our distance. Their male friend was getting some attention from the skinny one although again it was hard to tell exactly what she was doing to him.

"Why don't you boys go over to introduce yourself to Miss Penthouse, see if she will invite you to the show," Sandy taunted us.

The two American girls seemed to be snogging each other on their towels. "Probably not the right time," I replied, "they seem busy."

Alice came over to my towel and rubbed my bathers, confirming that I was getting excited by the whole thing. Thank God for board shorts. Alice smiled at me. "You really are enjoying the show," she confirmed.

"Why shouldn't I watch?" I challenged. "It's a public beach."

Alice had a weird look on her face. "What if I said there was another show on tonight?" she smirked.

Gary heard that. "What kind of show?" he asked.

I twigged. "Greta. The amateur dramatics." I looked to Alice who nodded.

"She's been working on something," Alice advised as she looked hard at me. I pulled a what-face back at her. "She thinks you're worth the effort," Alice continued. "Me, I'm not so sure."

Then I noticed that Tim had run down into the surf and was jumping and splashing, trying to get the attention of the Americans. He ran up the sand to them. The Americans had settled on their fronts as Tim arrived. He could address them to their faces if he could shift his eyes from their cleavages. We of course were all watching.

"Ladies," Tim said when he was close enough to command their attention. And of course he was loud enough for us to hear.

The thin one looked up at him with more than a bit of steel in her eyes. "Whatever the question is," she told him, "the answer is no."

We all tried not to laugh too loud.

**

Greta dropped over in the late afternoon. She let herself in and found us in the lounge room with our beers. I smiled at her as she stood in the doorway in her characteristic long-sleeve linen top and full length slacks. She smiled at me and sniffed. "I love the smell of unwashed men on a hot summer's day," she remarked. Of course she looked perfect.

Gary looked over at me. "Is she joking?" he asked hopefully.

I glanced at her and she gave me a look that suggested maybe of the three of us only I had any chance of understanding her.

Tim helped by asking her if she sweated. "All those clothes you are wearing," he added. And then he had to tell her about the Americans at the beach. "See what you missed," he taunted.

"Ah, so interesting," Greta observed coolly.

Tim got up off the couch and approached Greta pointing his beer at her. "Do you want to come with us to see Miss Penthouse?" he asked. This was news to me since we hadn't discussed actually doing anything about Miss Penthouse. And I wasn't sure if I was interested. Especially with Alice's hint that Greta had something planned.

Greta gave Tim the condescending smile that he obviously deserved. "I think I have something better. You know I hate this heat. But one good thing about the summer, it's still warm after dark."

So she did have plan. "The amateur dramatics?" I asked her and she nodded.

"Special performance. I call it Summer Knights. With a K. You three are the knights."

"All for one and one for all," Tim informed us.

"You've got it, D'Artagnan," Greta agreed. I could smell the sarcasm. Tim couldn't apparently.

He sipped his beer and stared at Greta in his usual way. "Want one?" he offered.

"What are you offering?" she joked.

"Beer. And anything else you may want us to provide. Is all this talk about naked Americans getting you excited?" he suggested.

"Hell yes," Greta exclaimed. "Here I am with three sexy men, alone with you all. I'm just thinking of the possibilities."

"Tim," Gary warned. But that wasn't going to help.

Tim stood up. "What possibility excites you the most?" He reached for her but she slapped him away.

"Did I say you could touch?" she snapped.

I glared at Tim. As ever, he had done precisely the wrong thing. Greta saw that look on my face. "Leave him alone, Neil. I'm okay." But she posed in front of us, her hands on her hips. "You like what you see?" she challenged. She struck a provocative stance.

"Show us more," Gary suggested which seemed to suggest he was siding with Tim. Or maybe it was the heat. But Gary didn't move from the lounge, he was just all talk.

"Do you think that would turn a girl on?" Greta retorted.

"Um," said Gary.

"How would you turn me on?" she continued. Of course we said nothing for a while.

"Flowers and a nice meal?" I asked, so that someone had said something.

"You boys are hopeless," she confirmed. "You think that we don't have desires and feelings and wants and needs." She stared at me. "Tim may be crude and blatant, Neil, but he is -- probably accidentally -- showing more interest in our desires than you two are. Don't forget, I've seen your pick-up attempts at various bars and places around town. You have so much to learn."

"And you're going to teach us?" Gary hoped.

"Actually yes. But no, Tim, not now. At the amphitheatre at midnight tonight. Summer Knights. Have a nice long cold shower. Get some rest. And I'll see you there."

As Greta swept out of the room and out of our house, I realised that I was starting to find her attractive. Something had fractured the 'just friends' thing. But I wondered what did she think about me?

**

The amphitheatre loomed dark and silent except for the slapping of our sandals on the brick path. The moon shone bright enough in the clear sky for us to follow the path from where we'd parked to the top of the tiers where suddenly we were confronted by Alice.

"I'll take these," she ordered and grabbed our phones before we could think to say anything. "Good to see you all dressed for the occasion," she added. I guess we hadn't thought much about that. I realised that we three had dressed in loose t-shirts, shorts and sandals. "Take a seat anywhere," Alice added. "The show begins in five minutes." And she disappeared.

I carefully made my way down steps and sat in the second row. Tim followed me and sat a few places away in the same row. I called out to Gary and it seemed that he had well separated himself from us, higher up and over on the other side. Now we had to wait five minutes. Which I soon realised in the dark and without a phone or watch could be a long time.

We waited.

Suddenly a light shone at us from the back of the stage. When I re-orientated my sight, Greta was sashaying in front of the light. Some ethereal music started to swell in time with her motion. As far as I could work out she was wearing thin strips of dark material that seemed to be linked from a choker to rings around each of her feet. Her pale skin contrasted with her outfit as she swayed in rhythm, her bare white arms held steady above her head. She was staring at me, and I could feel her eyes pierce into mine.

Another two lights shone from the back of the stage to reveal Dina and Sandy oscillating on either side of Greta. They wore white sleeveless stolas. With the light from behind it was hard to read their faces.

"Who's the sacrifice?" Tim shouted, typical in any situation. The women in white turned and smiled to each other, visible in profile. They both marched over to Tim and took him by the arms and led him first onto the stage and then behind the lights. I realised that Greta had raised the heat by running her hands over her breasts as the music swirled. It seemed that she wore nothing under her sheer black item and her breasts appeared firm and white. I couldn't tell if she was still knifing me with her look, but I hoped she was.

After a moment Dina and Sandy returned to their positions and restarted their own undulations, soon swaying more and more quickly. They began to run their fingers over their breasts and then down their torsos, more or less in synch.

"What have they done with Tim?" Gary whispered loudly over to me. I realised that he had shifted down to sit in the row behind me.

"Sacrificed him I guess," I loudly whispered back.

"Hush," hissed Greta.

The three women were stimulating themselves quite obviously in front of the two of us. I slid down into the front tier right close to the stage. Greta seemed to approve of that, so Gary moved down near me, a seat away. Partly hidden from the light, it was a little hard to be sure exactly what the three of them were doing but their undulations grew larger. And I was sure that I could hear moans.

Suddenly the music stopped. And so did the women. We watched Tim roll out in front of them. Alice must have pushed him. There was nothing different about him other than his feet and hands were bound and his mouth was taped. He didn't appear upset at this, rather resigned so far as I could tell. He rolled from his side onto his back.

The music stopped. And then a voice, Alice. "Are you enjoying the show, the experience, the dark, the unknown?" I smiled at Gary, smiled at Greta who was close enough. Both of them smiled too. "This is about pleasure," Alice continued, "and relief." I shrugged. I was comfortable. I couldn't see Alice but the music started again.

"I am comfortable," I insisted.

Alice continued. "Imagine Miss Penthouse." The music swirled and Greta parted her costume, pulled back the strips of fabric to be bare in front of us, busty and shapely, enough of a Miss Penthouse. "Now boys," Alice drawled, "get comfortable and enjoy the show. You can take off those sweaty clothes."

I shrugged and hefted off my t-shirt and dropped my shorts. Dina and Sandy dropped their robes as I stripped down, and Gary also quickly got the message. Tim stayed trussed up near our feet. An amount of masturbation started. The girls lowered themselves to the ground in front of Gary and me, their legs spread just as ours were. How long could this continue?

Tim shuddered, prone as he was at Greta's feet. Greta reached down and undid Tim's shorts, freeing his erection. She carefully didn't touch it, exquisite torment, and went back to what she was doing before.

"Who stands with Tim?" Alice asked as the music swirled.

"I do," I announced without being sure why. I was nude except for my shoes. Alice emerged from wherever she had been controlling events to gesture for me to stand up which I did. She tied my hands behind me but that was all. My legs and mouth were still free. Alice manhandled me down next to Tim. I realised now I was vulnerable.

Greta leaned over me and ran one finger down my chest to just where my pubic hair started, avoiding my cock. She did it again, causing me to twitch. She appreciated that and repeated her finger run down my chest a few times. She kept repeating until I didn't twitch which was when she grabbed my cock in her hand. She raised herself up and I realised that she was about to mount me.

"Greta," I gasped, "you don't have to."

"Hush," she cautioned. "This is about me, not you." And she placed herself on me. Naturally given what had preceded it and how good it felt, we soon picked up a rhythm. I looked at Tim who eyes were not far away from mine. There was something new in them that I could not read. He was alone, mute, and immobile. So what could he do? Very little. I was immobile too but Greta knew what she wanted to do with me and we were doing it right. I couldn't see Gary. Dina and Sandy came to kneel over Greta and me to stimulate our breasts.

That didn't last long, as the two of them leant back to pleasure themselves. Gary soon shouted out his series of yesses. And I felt Greta tense up around me. Only after her release was it my turn. I orgasmed strongly, a warmth in a way that I had never felt before.

As our noses almost touched, I looked into Greta's eyes, realised that of course I was now looking at her in a new way. She smiled at me. "Did you enjoy the show?" she asked.

"What was your aim with this?" I dared.

Greta smiled down at me. "A simple aim. To give myself pleasure and to give everyone pleasure." She looked over at the apparently tamed Tim who was still tied up and erect, right next to us. He was otherwise relaxed, not struggling at all. I sensed some contentment in Tim, some satisfaction in his predicament.

Greta attracted my attention back from Tim. "Not all pleasure is the same," she declared, loudly enough for all of us as she gently touched Tim's penis with her elbow. "Now," she wondered, concentrating on Tim, "what are we going to do with you."

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