Sunny Par

"Dolly! So glad you could join us. That lingerie is fantastic! We'll find an extra chair somewhere, just in case everyone shows up for breakfast."

Gloria was sitting outside, wearing just a black bra and cut off shorts, her red hair worn up with a hair-stick through it. Dolly wore less, just a bra and a thong, very lacy and yellow with orange flowers. It would be obvious to anyone that the pink-haired beauty spent the night, Toby thought, but then again they can all see through my window anyway. He really didn't mind showing off.

Gloria went into her house and came back outside with a couple of folding chairs. "In case Bill had company," she said. "I don't want to make two trips."

Toby took them from her and arranged them around the little table, which already had bowls, glasses, milk, two types of cereal, a plate of toast, and a pitcher of orange juice. He'd wanted to show Dolly that he did his part, and Gloria had brought out some things, too.

It was hard to move, even in very loose shorts, without it hurting.

"So Gloria," Dolly said, "Toby's going to come to your pharmacy today. He needs your best aloe gel. And maybe some pain killer."

"Sunburn? He looks fine," Gloria said.

Toby had tried to keep it quiet at the dinner table the night before, and had failed. Screw it. "I took my shorts off at the beach and didn't put on sunblock," he said.

"Oh," said Gloria. "Ouch. Come in with me, I've got some stuff I can put on you for now, and I'll give you some aspirin, too." She got up and gestured with her finger. "Besides, you didn't give me my morning grope and kiss."

"Kinda sore," Toby said.

"We'll do it inside," Gloria said.

"Have fun," Dolly told his back.

Gloria led him inside her house and took him straight through her bedroom to her bathroom. Sure enough, she had a jar of aloe and some aspirin. She poured him a little water in a paper cup so he could swallow it down.

Then she kissed him. She was very careful not to press her body against him where it would hurt, which meant there was space for him to get his hands on her breasts and fondle them. "Hmm," she said, when she finally let go. "Now for my groping. Off with the shorts."

He pushed the shorts down, feeling a little embarrassed. His cock was bright red, and very erect, and the skin around it was starting to peel.

"It's okay," Gloria said, crouching down. "I'm a professional." She squirted a big chunk of aloe gel into her hand. "This is going to be cold, but that will hopefully feel good. If it ends up being so cold that you lose your erection I won't be insulted."

Her hand was soft and as she said, cold, as she rubbed it into his skin. She saved his cock for last, looking up at him as she stroked it. "Feel good?"

"Yes. And hurts, too."

"Hmm, want me to keep going?" she asked, continuing to rub aloe into his dick past the point that was probably medically necessary.

"Kind of?" Toby said. Now his cock was aching for two reasons, both from sunburn and the urge to cum.

"You want to cum all over my breasts, and make me walk out there with my bra all covered with your seed, Toby?" Gloria asked.

"Uh," said Toby. More friction might do that. It also might make him scream.

"Well," Gloria said, standing up and letting his cock go. "Someday, when I have your

enthusiastic

consent. Think of what Faith would say!"

Faith. What had she been up to with Bill the night before? He couldn't be too annoyed at Gloria for not finishing what she'd started when he really didn't know if he could take it if she did. Reluctantly, he pulled up his shorts and followed Gloria back out.

"Had a hard time of it, I see," said Dolly, smirking.

"He's still thinking of you," Gloria said, diplomatically.

"That's silly," said Dolly.

"Or maybe his cousin," Gloria said.

Toby managed not to choke on his orange juice, which he considered a small triumph.

"Speak of the angel," Dolly said.

Faith was coming out of her house, which meant from the trick door out of the dungeon. She was wearing shorts, and a polo shirt, instead of her usual long skirt and peter pan-collar blouses.

"Hey Faith," Gloria said. "Glad to have you join us for breakfast."

Dolly leaned over to Faith. "Thank you for watching us last night. I do love an audience."

Faith blushed. "Well. You were right there."

"We were indeed."

Faith squirmed and served herself breakfast. Then Bill came from his house. They all watched while Bill, dressed in wool slacks, shirt, and tie, walked over, and Faith got up and kissed him as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The kiss went on for a good ten seconds, and it was Bill who put a hand on Faith's shoulder and gently moved apart.

Bill sat down and helped himself to a bowl of cereal. "You two have a good time last night?" he asked Toby and Dolly.

"Oh, yes," Dolly said. "Toby really knows how to use his tongue."

Toby just smiled. Whatever Faith thought, it didn't matter. He just wished he hadn't burnt his cock.

But Faith said nothing. "So what are people doing today?" she asked. "I'm getting together with Amber, if Bill can spare her."

"I need her this morning, but she can certainly enjoy your company this afternoon."

"For dick-tation, Bill?" Dolly asked.

"For dictation, Dolly, literally. There's a writ to file, and it's complicated." He met her gaze for a long moment.

"I was just teasing," Dolly said.

"I know," Bill replied.

"So," Faith said, "If we're going to have a spit-roast for breakfast someday, we need a fire pit or a grill. Does anyone have one?"

"Spit-roast?" Dolly inquired.

"Yes, we were talking about it yesterday. I can go into Los Friscos this morning and get a grill from the Walmart, if needed."

Toby sighed. "Faith, they weren't being literal."

"They weren't?" Faith asked. "Well, we could still do something to get some sausage at breakfast."

"Don't let Toby make it. He tends to burn the sausage."

Faith looked at her, and then, to Toby's surprise, laughed. "Too funny," Faith said. "Although perhaps not to Toby. Sorry, cuz."

"No problem," Toby said.

"He's better," Dolly said, "Now that Gloria rubbed some lotion on it."

Faith looked shocked. It comforted Toby, in a way.

"The early bird gets the worm," Gloria said.

Toby had heard more flattering analogies. And was she trying to say that Faith could have done it if she'd gotten up earlier?

"Toby," said Faith, "was always good at milking injuries for sympathy. I remember this one time, we were on the playground, and he skinned his knee. Hardly anything, of course, but he bawled and all the mothers all gathered around, clucking over him. He ended up looking so pleased with himself." She glanced around at Gloria and Dolly. "I do believe he's still attracted to those he sees as mother figures."

"Pick up a grill," Toby said. "For that spit-roast."

"I thought you said that wasn't literal?"

"No, we're totally going to do it," Toby said. And damned if he was going to explain it to her.

"Not for a week, surely," Gloria said. "You need time to recover."

"What does his sausage have to do with us getting our sausages?" asked Faith, and then, as everyone stared at her, she said, "that was rather off-color, wasn't it? I'm sorry if I offended anyone."

Bill patted her hand. "You're a lovely young lady," he told her, "in the process of becoming lovelier."

Faith patted back. "You say the nicest things," Faith told him. "You're such a gentleman."

A gentleman who got you to dress up as a porn star last night, thought Toby, but Faith had all the facts, and if she didn't mind, who was he to judge?

Dolly leaned over to whisper to him. "You don't see me as a mother figure, do you, Toby?"

Toby shook his head. "Of course not."

"Because if you do, I can lean into that."

"No, no, that's not necessary," Toby said, a little louder.

"Toby, you look distraught," Faith said. "Don't let her make you do anything you don't want to. You really should give it time to heal."

"I wasn't going to abuse him," Dolly said. "I'm not that desperate for cock."

"I'm sure you get it lots of places," Faith replied. "But I'm not judging."

"Aren't you?"

"No," Faith said. "I have my own issues. If you want to spread your legs for every - no, not judging." She smiled sweetly at Dolly. "You do you. Really."

"Bill," Dolly said. "Is there anything we can do to speed up the process of becoming lovelier?"

"When people get older, they usually use more makeup," Faith suggested.

"Patience," Bill said.

Dolly rolled her eyes. "Gloria, if Toby doesn't come in to get a big bottle of aloe, give me a call and I'll hunt him down and threaten him with a dry handy."

"Oh, he'll come," Gloria said.

"As the actress said to the bishop."

"Too easy," Faith said. "Well, I better beat feet if I'm going to get to the Walmart. Lovely as always, Gloria. Hope you get better quickly, Toby." She kissed Bill, and started to walk away, before she turned and said. "And nice to see you, Dolly. All of you, as it were. Really."

And with that she walked away, leaving Toby to stare after her.

"She's got good legs," Dolly said.

"And a great rack," Gloria added.

Toby didn't disagree, but he felt there was plenty of beauty to go around, and he had an impulse. Feeling bold, he reached out to put one hand on Dolly's thigh, and the other on Gloria's.

"Well," Bill said, "I think Toby has things well in hand, and I better get to work on that writ." He got up, waved, and went back into his house.

Neither woman objected as he slid his hands up further. He had to settle for rubbing Gloria through her shorts, but he slipped his fingers past Dolly's panties quite easily.

"You know that neither of us are cruel enough to reciprocate right now, right?" Gloria said.

"Uh-huh." And while he would enjoy having either of their hands on his cock - or both, there was a thought - he kind of enjoyed the power he felt right then, too.

Even more so when Gloria stood up, pulled off her shorts, and sat back down again. They were sort of shielded from the streets on both sides by their houses, but still someone walking by could catch glimpses, and it felt like he was right in the open, slipping his fingers inside two beautiful women, and listening to them moan.

"Oh god," shouted Dolly. "Get your fingers all the way in there, Toby!"

Gloria was quieter, but no less appreciative, and she was the first to cum, even if she did so quietly, gritting her teeth. Dolly, naturally, screamed so the whole neighborhood could hear.

Toby licked his fingers off. "Now, that's what I call a good breakfast."

"Mhmm," agreed Gloria.

"Happy I came," Dolly said, and decided not to add anything to that.

Amber had told her not to judge, but not judging people was hard.

It was not hard merely because of habit, Faith realized. It was hard because, on some level, she

enjoyed

doing it. And while she was a bit shaky on the whole judging idea, anyway, because how did one have values without value judgments, she was quite sure it was a sin of some sort to enjoy it.

If Toby wanted to have sex with mother figures it was none of her business. And if prowling cougars wanted to have sex with young men, that was none of her business, either. And if they wanted to get all sexy where she could watch, then she would watch. And if Bill wanted to watch with her, like had ha last night, that was kind of nice.

So nice, she'd almost suggested watching a movie with him. In fact, she'd almost suggested watching

Deep Inside Maggie Love

, in which Maggie wore, and took off, the very dress she'd been wearing, even though she'd seen it already and she still had lots of Maggie's movies to go.

But instead they'd gone to the living room, and smooched on the couch. Faith had really enjoyed it, and didn't object when Bill's hand, on her waist, started to move upward.

And then he'd moved away. "Maggie was my friend," he'd said. "And you're much younger than I am and much more innocent. I should perhaps behave more like an uncle."

And despite her protestations, that was how it went. He moved away, to the chair, and asked questions about growing up and her rare visits with Aunt Margaret, leaving her frustrated and having all sorts of sinful thoughts.

Judging herself was not nearly as much fun as judging others.

She drove to Los Frisco, and distracted herself from either by buying things, including a grill. It was one designed to serve as a portable firepit, which she thought would be good for spit-roasting. She got some good long skewers, too, although she didn't see anything that would stretch all the way across, and that seemed impractical to her, anyway. They were hardly going to roast a whole pig. She bought lots of sausages. It was time she contributed to breakfast.

She ate lunch in town, then drove back, and she had barely gotten everything unpacked and put away when there was a knock on her door. She was expecting to see Amber, and she wasn't surprised. She was a little bit more taken aback by Amber's outfit: a white bra, no top, and a short black skirt.

No judging. "Hi, Amber."

"Hi," Amber said, walking in the open door.

"I hope you don't mind me being shirtless, but it's really hot out today. I figured since it was just us girls, it wouldn't be an issue."

Faith nodded. "Of course not." She'd been perspiring some herself. "Come in, come in."

"So you had a nice date with Bill?"

"He was such a gentleman!" Faith said. Well, maybe except for the part about watching Dolly and Toby, but she had been going to do that even if he hadn't come over.

"Yes," Amber said. "I'm glad it went well."

"I should turn up the air conditioning," Faith said.

"Or take something off," Amber suggested. "It's not like I haven't seen you in your underwear. And it's better for the planet."

"Oh, alright," Faith said. It's not like there were any boys there, and she, unlike most of the people in Sunny Park, had curtains on her windows. She took her shirt off. It did feel cooler that way.

"You have a beautiful chest," Amber told her.

"Oh! Thank you."

"I'm sure Bill enjoyed that about you."

"He likes big - I mean, we're hardly to that - it was an innocent date, really."

"I think he likes them in all shapes and sizes," Amber replied. "But of course big ones are a nice change of pace."

"Is it weird, for you as his secretary, to be talking about him to someone who is - well, I guess we're dating, maybe?"

"No, not at all," said Amber. "I do it all the time."

Faith was reassured for a moment, and then asked, "What do you mean, all the time?"

"Well, I often arrange his dates for them. I manage his calendar, to some degree. It's not at all unusual. Bill is obviously not a one-woman man."

"Obviously?"

"Obviously."

"How, um, does one spot such things?"

Amber laughed. "Well, my method, not quite infallible, is to ask if the person lives in Sunny Park. If they do, they probably are open to more than one partner. I guess the exception I know about is Carl."

"Oh?" Maybe Carl would be a better fit for her. But she was already on kissing terms with two men, which of course didn't mean she intended to go any further. "How about Jack?"

"Honey, half the town has slept with Jack."

"Fifty percent?"

"Don't be so literal, Faith. I was just saying, Jack's handsome, and he's a total slut, so what do you expect?"

"Well," Faith said, "Tell me more about this Carl." She was reminded in the passage where Lot pleads for the fate of Sodom. Were there just a few of the righteous in Sunny Park? Amber seemed nice, and she really wanted to include Bill and that category, but not if what Amber was telling her was true.

"Oh. Carl is what they call a cuckold. His wife sleeps around, and it turns him on to know that she can, and he can't. They live near Sin."

"That's not

near

sin," Faith corrected Amber. "That's adultery, and condoning it doesn't make it better."

Amber nodded, getting up to peek out the curtains across the way. "That's what I thought, at first," she said. "I also thought that Carl must be getting abused. But it turns out that the whole thing was Carl's idea, and they both seem very happy." Amber shrugged. "I suppose, in a way, I understand him a little. Human beings are very complex."

"So, Amber, you know Bill very well."

Amber nodded.

"What do I have to do to get his attention?"

"Oh, you have his attention," Amber said. "I don't think you have to worry about that."

"Yes," Faith said, with a little pout. "But he sees me as his friend's niece. He doesn't see me as a woman. It's like he thinks I'm not old enough, or something."

"Hmm," Amber said, thoughtfully. "And perhaps he sees a conflict of interest, too, with him been managing the trust of the estate. You want to know what you can do to have him think of you differently?"

Faith nodded.

"You are quite a bit younger than him," Amber said. "And he and Maggie were very close, and she was even older than he is."

Faith blinked. "Are you trying to say they were in a relationship?" She was startled. Aunt Margaret was old. It was like imagining her parents having sex. The young Maggie Love, sure. And obviously her parents had sex long ago. She knew where babies came from. And Bill was no spring chicken, not much younger than her parents if any, but men - well, of course men stayed handsome and virile for a long time, but - well, she never thought of Aunt Margaret, or her mother, or Aunt Sara for that matter, as having sex anymore.

"Yes, Faith. Not exclusive, of course. But they loved each other very deeply. Why so surprised?"

"Because Aunt Margaret was old!"

"And you think old people don't have sex?"

"Not old women."

"Oh, really? Do you know how incredibly sexist that is?"

"You never see old women in those movies," Faith said.

"What movies?"

"The - oh, dear, never mind."

"The porno movies Maggie made?"

"I said, never mind."

Amber sighed. "Faith, dear, porn is many things, and can be enjoyable, but it's hardly representative of every experience. Maggie was enjoying her sexuality right until the end, and I mean that as literally as possible."

Right, Faith thought. The calling to God at the last minute. "She wasn't with Bill then, was she?"

Amber shrugged. "Ask him, if you like. Not my story to tell. But if you mean were they having sex at that very moment, no, they weren't. This is a rather morbid topic."

Faith nodded. If Bill could love Aunt Margaret when she was old, that meant he was a man who saw more than skin deep. That was a good kind of man. She knew she should be fine with having no man at all, but if she had to stay in Sunny Park, that was going to be difficult, especially with all the girls swarming around Toby, right next door. An experienced, older man, who was interested in more than transitory beauty - and a lawyer, to boot! - well, it was hard to see how she could do better than that in Sunny Park. And she wasn't giving up over two hundred thousand a year to live elsewhere.

"Amber, I want him to see me as a woman," she said. "A woman capable of making her own decisions about what she wants. A s -, a se -, a, um..."

"A sexual woman?"

Faith nodded. Amber got her. "Yes, that." She knew she was blushing.

Amber looked her up and down. "We have a lot of work to do, Faith. Do you trust me to help you?"

Faith hesitated, and then nodded.

"Very well," Amber said. "First, we'll need to change the way you dress. You can't expect even Bill to think of you as a full grown sexual adult, when you dress like your mother is still deciding what you wear. Or, to be frank, your grandmother."

Faith started to object, and then remembered seeing her mother's mother in long skirts and peter pan collars. "Okay," she said meekly.