Toby rolled out of bed, threw the sheets off, and looked.
He saw no trace of the sunburn that had plagued him for the last few days. Sure, it had been nice when Dolly, or Sin, or Gloria, had rubbed aloe all over his cock, but it had been frustrating, too. He hadn't even felt like he could jerk off. Even getting turned on had hurt, which is why the aloe treatments had been sweet torture. The soft cool aloe, the feel of a woman's hand, and then it would start to get uncomfortable. If he didn't know better, he would have suspected the women of intentionally edging him to teach him a lesson.
Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he knew better.
But today was going to be a better day. He reached for his cock, not really wanting to put off satisfaction a moment longer. Sweet relief was close.
He heard a rat-tat-tat. Gloria, across the way, dressed in nothing but a bra and shorts. Well, that was inspiring. He stroked his cock some more, enjoying the thought that she was watching him as he was watching her. But she was signaling him. Oh, right, breakfast. It was his turn to bring milk and cereal.
Well, there were no adverse medical effects from blue balls, or at least so Dolly had told him, and breakfast would not last forever. He put on a pair of shorts, and a T-shirt, and got the things from the kitchen.
Gloria was already at the table when he arrived.
"You didn't bring the aloe," she said.
His hands were full of bowls, boxes, and a carton of milk. He set them down on the table. He could go get it - just to feel Gloria's hands. But he'd had quite enough of almost-but-not-quite having an orgasm for a while, as beautiful as Gloria was. She was skilled, too, he thought, although he didn't have a lot of basis for comparison, but he had a feeling that skill extended to stopping at just the right, or wrong, moment as well.
"I'm all better," he said.
"Aww," Gloria said. "I was kind of enjoying our morning ritual."
"Me too," Toby said, feeling it was true, even if only half the truth.
Gloria moved over to him, and he wrapped his arms around her to give her a kiss. She cupped his crotch. "For a moment I thought you were going to rub one out without me there."
"Um," said Toby. It hadn't been embarrassing then, but it was now. He ran his hands over her breasts and kissed her again. A couple of weeks ago, he'd been a virgin. Now, despite his brief enforced celibacy, he had plenty of opportunities to touch gorgeous women.
"Free tonight?" Gloria whispered, and nibbled on his ear.
"Yes," he said. Two weeks ago, he wouldn't have qualified that, not to a beautiful redhead like Gloria. Now, he added, cautiously, "what did you have in mind?"
"Oh, I thought you would come over to my place, we'd have a bottle of wine, and then -"
"And then?" He wasn't in the mood for more frustration.
"And then we'll fuck like bunnies until you wear you out. Holy Guacamole!" She looked over his shoulder, her eyes wide.
"What?" he asked. "And I accept, if you're serious."
"Of course I'm serious. When have I ever not been serious? I told you'd I'd want to fuck you some day, just that I wanted to wait. Well, your hot red pecker problem has made me feel like I was the one being denied, rather than you. And that just won't do. But enough about us. Turn around!"
Toby turned, and then stared.
Faith stood there, the skimpiest outfit he'd seen her in, consisting of short-shorts and a crop-top T-shirt with the word "Wanna Ride?" emblazoned on it. He had seen the outfit before, just not on his cousin. "
Midnight Taxi Girls
," he said, under his breath. He had watched the film with Faith. Watching a porno with his cousin had been awkward as hell, and kinda hot, too.
"Hot red pecker problem," Faith repeated. "I like that."
"That's because you weren't experiencing it," Toby retorted.
"Nice outfit, Faith," Gloria said.
"Thanks, Gloria." Faith looked around. "When's Bill joining us?"
"Soon, I hope, because he's on for the orange juice."
"Well, okay. What are you staring at, Toby Brown?" Faith put her hands on her hips.
Oh, fuck it, Toby thought. "Your chest."
"Pervert."
"Well, I was reading the words." Should he tell her that the shirt was so tight he could tell exactly where her nipples were? But he didn't really want her to take it off - well, if she just took it off, that would be fine, but he didn't want to spook her into putting on something more, because he liked his view. Even if it meant more arousal without satisfaction.
"Two words, Toby Brown. You were staring for longer than that."
"I was just wondering how you're going to take it if someone says, 'yes, please.'"
"I don't intend to wear this all day. This is just for breakfast. Ooh, you got Lucky Charms."
"Got them for you," Toby said. Did she even still like them?
"Sweets for the sweet," she said, and poured herself a big bowl. Apparently the answer was yes. "Thank you, Toby. You too, Gloria?"
"Um, no, I need to watch my figure more than that," Gloria said. "A bit too sweet for this sweet. Toby and I have a date for tonight."
"Oh?" Faith said, without enthusiasm. "That's nice."
"My place," Gloria said. "In case you wanted to know which window to look out of."
Faith blushed. "I'm not a perv like some," she said.
"Yes, Faith," Toby said. "Yes, you are."
"Look, here comes Bill with the orange juice!" Faith leapt up from her chair.
Bill carried the orange juice in front of him a bit like a shield, thought Toby. The lawyer kept the pitcher between him and Faith. But he also couldn't quite keep his eyes off her, with the result that he bumped the table and the Lucky Charms sloshed, spilling dyed milk onto Toby's shorts.
"I knew we'd make those wet at breakfast one of these times," Gloria said. "Best put your eyes back in your head and put the orange juice down before you spill that, too."
Bill put the pitcher down. 0.1 seconds later Faith wrapped her arms around him, pressed her chest into his, and gave him a big kiss.
"Hi Faith," Bill said. "Er, glad you're getting into the Sunny Park spirit."
"Well, yes, and I'm so glad you got me to come here. I've met such interesting men here." Faith arched her back, thrusting out her chest even more.
"Oh, um, well, that's nice." Bill jerked his gaze upward. "You know, some of those interesting men might think those words constituted some kind of offer."
"Well," Faith said, "most of them would be wrong. But I'd give you a ride, any time." She batted her eye lashes.
Bill swallowed.
