So, thought Toby, as he and Gloria left Gloria's to go to the communal backyard for breakfast, this isn't awkward at all. Just a little charming breakfast with the woman I just slept with; the woman who helped me lose my virginity and who I'm sleeping with tonight; my cousin, who I saw topless last night; and the man who she exposed herself to while he was fucking the woman I'm seeing tonight.
He could see what Gloria meant about how sometimes it was simpler just to be friends. It could be so simple in Sunny Park. In two weeks he'd been with three women - four if you counted the handjob from Carla, which he did. They'd no doubt been with other men, and in fact he'd seen Gloria and Dolly in action. There was plenty to go around, no reason to be jealous, no reason to make things complicated. It was, Toby thought, paradise.
But Bill and Faith
were
making it complicated. Bill couldn't keep his eyes off Toby's cousin, although he seemed to be trying. Faith flaunted herself in front of Bill, practically begging for his gaze. Of the two, weirdly, Faith seemed to be showing more of the Sunny Park spirit, although fucking Dolly where Faith could see seemed a Sunny Park thing to do, too.
"So, do you think they'll all show," Gloria asked, "or do you think one of them will chicken out?"
"It's all a bit dramatic, isn't it?" Toby said. "Faith better show, it's her turn to bring the cereal and milk."
"Right. I'll go back in and get some, just in case."
Toby watched as Gloria walked away. She had a fine ass, and she wore such tight shorts. And her back was nice, too, the bareness of it broken only by a black bra strap. Ah, Sunny Park.
Bill and Dolly came to the backyard next. When Dolly had stayed at his place, she'd come to breakfast in lingerie, but she was fully dressed today in a cute flower sundress with a sweetheart neckline, and Bill was in a suit. Dolly walked straight toward him.
"I'm not staying," Dolly said. "But I did want to get my morning grope."
Toby stood, and kissed Dolly while groping her boobs with one hand and her ass with the other.
"I can just barely wait for tonight to go down on you," she whispered to him. "I want to do it right here."
Ah, not awkward at all, thought Toby, as his cock hardened. Dolly twirled away. "See you tonight, Toby. Thanks for the great evening, Bill." She kissed Bill quickly, and then walked off toward Henry Miller Street.
Toby saw his chance. "Bill, what's up with you and Faith?"
"Nothing is up with me and Faith," Bill said, a trifle too quickly. "Nothing at all. We are friends, that's all."
"She seems rather into you."
Bill nodded. "Noticed that, did you?"
Toby resisted telling Bill just how obvious it was.
"Your cousin," Bill said, "Is a young, innocent woman. And I am, to put it mildly, a man of experience. Trust me, I have done my best to dissuade her."
"Like by fucking Dolly and having her yell like that?"
"Dolly yells, you know that. She likes attention. I didn't tell her to yell any of those things, and in fact, I thought she was a bit over the top myself. But yes, it occurred to me that Faith was probably idealizing me, and it was best to disabuse her of her romantic notions."
"So you pretended you had a call yesterday morning, when in fact you went to call Dolly to have her come over."
Bill narrowed. "You're a perceptive young man, aren't you?"
"Yeah. I also know that you want Faith as much as she wants you."
Bill shook his head. "It's totally inappropriate. I'm the trustee of her estate, as I am of yours. She's young enough to be my daughter. And she looks..." He trailed off.
"Looks like a young Aunt Meg."
"It's uncanny."
"You wanted to see her in that dress." Toby said, referring to Bill sending her the dress Maggie wore in
Deep Inside Maggie Love
.
Bill nodded. "Not my finest moment. In my defense, I thought that if she wore that to the dining hall it would help her get over herself, a little. Start to fit in here at Sunny Park. If she leaves, and I was to have to decide that she was not following the terms of the will - well, you see my conflict of interest."
Toby nodded. "I suppose I do, at that."
"And here she comes," Bill said.
Faith was wearing just shorts and a bra, not unlike Gloria, who was approaching from the other side. Faith carried three boxes of cereal. Compared to the lacy things he'd seen women wear walking down the street, or at breakfast, in Sunny Park, Faith's bra was practically an armored breastplate, all function and coverage and no allure, but it was still a bra, and his cousin was still not wearing a shirt.
"Could Dolly not stay?" Faith asked. "What a shame. Why, hello Bill." She put down the boxes. "I'll go back in for the milk."
"No worries, I brought some," Gloria said. "We weren't sure you were going to show."
"Why wouldn't I?" Faith asked evenly.
"No reason," Gloria said. "No kiss for Bill this morning?"
"Well," Faith said. "I'm not sure he's earned it." But she turned and kissed Bill lightly on the lips.
Maybe that's that, thought Toby. But he had a suspicion that Faith was just changing tactics. His cousin had never been one to give up easily. The rest of breakfast passed with idle and harmless chatter, although there was a brittleness to their bonhomie that didn't feel much like the Sunny Park atmosphere at all.
That morning, Faith was happy to receive a bill addressed to Margaret Callan, her aunt. It was the perfect excuse to go see Bill.
He'd mentioned going into the office today, which was in downtown Sunny Park, such as it was. The whole town had less than a thousand people, and was ten miles from Los Frisco, the closest other city.
Faith searched through Maggie's things and found what she was looking for. Soon, she was dressed in a tight leather mini-dress, whose bustier-like top half pushed her breasts up like they were on a shelf, while keeping her nipples covered. With it, she wore thigh-high leather boots. Maggie's feet weren't quite her size, so they were a bit ouchy, but they were close enough, Faith thought. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Bow down, and serve," she said, experimentally.
She decided she needed lipstick. She didn't really want Bill bowing down and serving her, but she'd gotten the clear impression that was what he was into. Not always, apparently. Not with Dolly, last night. But that's what had drawn him to Aunt Margaret, and Faith felt she could play the part. She certainly looked the part, once she'd reddened her lips some.
Mistress Faith.
She tucked the bill in her cleavage and walked to Bill's office.
She was not used to walking in four-inch heels, and she wasn't used to walking in shoes a half-size too small, either. By the time she got there, her feet hurt, and she resolved to take a taxi on the way back. Hopefully Jack would be driving it.
