Toby woke up that morning and stretched, naked, forgetting about the open windows. He glanced over at Faith's window, but she was still asleep. Well, he'd just go get a shower, then. He felt and smelled like he needed one.
He looked over at Gloria's window and caught a glimpse of bare breasts. The woman waved at him.
He waved back. What else could he do? "Hello gorgeous naked neighbor," he said, knowing she couldn't hear.
But she said something back, that he couldn't hear either. She pointed to the table in the middle of the yard that he shared with three other houses, including hers and Faith's. Then she flashed both hands, and then one hand.
Meet at the table in fifteen minutes, he guessed she meant. He gave her a thumbs up, and headed for the shower, wondering if she was going to put on clothes. Maybe he should show up naked, but no, with Faith there that was out of the question. He supposed he should be more careful in front of the window.
In that vein, he took underwear into the bathroom with him. He showered quickly, and then got dressed. Gloria was nowhere to be seen, and Faith was still asleep, so he didn't worry about anyone looking. Someone owned the fourth house, and he'd have to find out who at some point.
He put on shorts and a T-shirt, slipped into some sandals, and went out to the backyard. His house was the mirror image of Faith's, but where she had a SM dungeon, he had a simple second room, unfurnished, with windows and a door to the back. He hadn't decided what he'd use it for, yet.
Gloria came out at almost the same time. She wore tight blue jeans cut-offs, cut quite high, but a carton of milk, a box of cereal, and a bunch of bowls obscured what she was wearing up top. "Cheerios okay?" she asked.
"Sure!"
She set everything down, revealing a lacy red bra. She looked fantastic, of course. Her full tits filled out the bra nicely, nipples pressing against the lace, obscured but not concealed. Somehow it was more fascinating than mere nudity, although she would have looked good in nothing at all, too.
She chuckled. "Checking me out?" she asked.
He looked up to her face. "Sorry about that."
"Don't be. Thank you for appreciating." She sat down in one of the chairs and gestured for him to do the same. "Welcome to the neighborhood. It's serve yourself." She sat a bowl and a spoon in front of him, one in front of her, and pushed the other bowls to the side. "I don't have to ask you if you enjoyed the show last night, because I saw you."
He felt the heat rise in his face as he poured his cereal. "Yes."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Toby. Thank you for the tribute. Nor am I ashamed of what I did, or of enjoying you and your sister watching."
"Cousin," he corrected.
"Yes. Sorry. That was me being a perv." She laughed. "She's very uncomfortable here, isn't she?"
"Probably."
"Yes. Well, I can't promise everyone will go easy on her, but I'll try to behave a little here and there if it doesn't get in my way too much. The thing to realize is that this place is what you make it. It's the most supportive, uninhibited place in the world, but if you hold yourself back, it can't push you forward."
He nodded. "Okay."
"So," Gloria said. "You and me. Let's talk."
Him and her. That sounded good.
"First, would you enjoy kissing?"
"Sure!"
She leaned over and kissed him. It wasn't a deep kiss, but she wasn't in a hurry about it, either. She smelled lightly of lilacs. "Good. I grant you permission to kiss me when you see me, providing you grant me permission to do the same."
"Okay. Deal."
"We practice consent here. But there are two kinds. One is me saying it's okay for you to do something - possibly even touching you, like I did last night, and seeing if you're okay with me touching more. And you can usually assume that consent is reciprocal - if someone touches you, you can touch them with the same level of intimacy. If you don't like what someone's doing, or change our mind, speak up.
"The other is ongoing, where we make an agreement, like we just did. I can kiss you, you can kiss me. That's usually reciprocal too. But it stops us from having to ask all the time. Similarly, I am okay with you touching me, with your hands, anywhere on my body, now or at any time in the future, if you are okay with me touching you."
"Um, okay."
"I have that kind of agreement with most of my friends, Toby."
He wanted to reach out and grope her breasts, but that seemed awkward and abrupt, even though they'd just said it was okay.
"If you hold yourself back, no one can push you forward, Toby," she said. He supposed he'd been obviously staring, again.
He cupped one boob, and ran his thumb over the enlaced nipple.
She smiled. "You like?"
"You have amazing breasts," he told her, honestly. Touching them had made something stir in his shorts.
"I'm thinking, Toby, that you don't have a lot of experience with women. Am I right?"
"I'm sorry, is it that obvious?"
"Not in a bad way. You haven't done anything wrong. In fact, you made me cum last night at the table, and that was lovely. But you're a bit nerdy - not a bad thing, it is just a thing. You seem like a very nice young man, you're pretty hot, and you're well endowed."
He grinned.
"We aren't going to have sex yet," Gloria told him. "When we do, I want it to be something we've both been looking forward to for a while."
Yet. She said it like it was inevitable. He imagined fucking her, like he'd seen her being fucked last night. Maybe in that same bed. Would Faith watch?
"Someone's already started looking forward to it," Gloria said, glancing at his crotch.
"Um," he said, shifting awkwardly. He had pitched a tent in his shorts.
"I take it as a compliment," Gloria said. "Faith is up." She waved.
Toby glanced over. Faith was covered in flannel jammies with Disney characters on them, and was rummaging around in her bedroom. She saw them both, obviously. He was sure she judged Gloria for hanging out in her bra. He wondered if he judged him for hanging out with Gloria.
I don't choose to hold myself back.
"Think she'll join us?" Gloria asked.
"Doubt it. She'll probably be put off by your outfit."
"I'm covered!" Gloria said.
"Kinda. I'm not complaining."
"Didn't think you were."
"Hello, hello," came a voice he'd heard before.
"Hello Bill!" Gloria said, as the lawyer approached. He, too, was wearing shorts, but no shirt. He had a big panama hat on. "Come join the party?"
Bill approached and Gloria stood up. They kissed, briefly, and Bill grabbed Gloria's breast and Gloria clutched his ass.
"Good feeling you," said Bill.
"Good feeling you, too," Gloria told him, and sat back down.
Bill pulled up a chair and joined them. He grabbed a bowl and poured himself some cereal. "How are you settling in?" He asked Toby.
"Good! I think I'm doing okay." Toby looked at Gloria to confirm, and she gave him a thumbs up.
"You're in good hands with Gloria," Bill said. "Such good hands."
