Lee and I only saw each other occasionally over the next few weeks. Summer is a busy time at a hospital emergency room, and her schedule was crazy. Her two daughters were around more I think, but since I couldn't see their camp through the trees I'm not sure how much they were there. Occasionally I'd see one or both of them paddle by in a kayak — they always went slowly and checked my place out thoroughly. If I was outside they'd give me a good looking over, but always from a distance.
One evening I had fallen asleep reading a magazine on a chaise lounge in the gazebo on the dock. It was getting dark and no lights were on in the camp, so it looked like I wasn't home. I woke to the sound of young girls voices and giggling, and I turned my head as Becka and Emma were emerging from the little trail between our camps. There were two other girls with them, all four wearing bikini tops and shorts. Their voices were faint, but I could hear Becka and Emma describing the sex they had witnessed at my Memorial Day party. They walked across the yard to the back porch and peered in through the screens. I could almost hear the echo of one of Penny's monumental orgasmic screams as Becka and Emma described the scene to their friends.
And then, in the fading late evening light, they walked towards the dock, and me in the gazebo. I could hear them more clearly as they got closer, telling their friends about the wild and intense fucking Ron and Mary were doing out here, and how it was all lit up for all to see. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as they walked up to the dark gazebo and peered in through the screen. Becka let out a short scream when she saw me, and I opened my eyes. They all looked stunned.
"Oh hi Becka, hi Emma," I said, pretending to wake up. "What brings you guys by? Everything OK?"
"Yeah," Becka said quietly. "Sorry, we didn't think you were home. We were just..."
"Oh, that's cool," I said. "Mi casa su casa, right?" They obviously had no idea what the crazy sex maniac was saying. "My house is your house. It's an old Spanish saying — it means you're welcome any time. How're you guys doing?"
I got up and walked out the screen door into the twilight, realizing too late that I was wearing nothing but my underwear again, this time a pair of small, too-tight, thin silk boxer shorts that showed off my prominent bulge quite nicely, if I do say so myself. Some air escaped quickly and audibly from one of the friends mouths as she got a look at me.
"Gettin' buggy," I said as I slapped a mosquito off my neck. "You guys wanna sit on the porch and have a beer?"
Becka and Emma looked very unsure, but their friends quickly agreed and we made our way inside.
"Have a seat," I said. "I better put on some shorts — I need a little more coverage with four attractive women around." They all glanced at each other and two of them stifled a giggle.
I put on some proper shorts, turned on some music and the twinkle lights, and returned with five beers.
"Oh sorry," I said, "do I need a shirt?"
"No," one of the friends said quickly, and the others all stifled a quick giggle again. There were lots of big, unsure eyes darting around.
"So, I'm Steve," I said, extending a hand toward the friends. "I haven't met you guys before."
"I'm Katie. Nice to meet you Steve."
"Hi Steve, I'm Lacy."
"Nice to meet you guys," I said. "So, you've heard only good things about me I hope."
They both tried to hold back their laughter, but failed and got very red-faced with embarrassment.
"Ah, I'm guessing you heard about my Memorial Day party," I said. They both nodded sheepishly, trying hard not to smile.
"Well it was fun, I'll tell you that," I said, and they burst out laughing. Becka and Emma did too.
"Well good," I said to Becka and Emma, "you're finally able to laugh about it. That's a step in the right direction. You know, having a great sex life isn't deviant or criminal or anything. It just makes life better. This past month you've been treating me like I'm some kind of wacko or something. I'm just a regular nice guy."
"Sorry, it was just kind of shocking," Becka said. "But our mom's been talking to us about it."
"Oh good," I said. "Your mom's great. You're lucky to have someone like her. My mom was totally uncool. How about you guys," I said, looking towards Katie and Lacy. "Are your moms cool about sex and stuff?"
"Mine is," Lacy said. "She's kinda wild actually."
"Mine's not cool at all," Katie said. "I'm nineteen and she still thinks I'm like, twelve."
"Well, it's tough for a parent, especially with girls and pregnancy and everything, ya know? I was talking to your mom about it after the party incident. It's not easy on them." We all took a swig of beer. "So you guys were like watchin' in the woods huh? That musta been quite the sight to see. I know if I was your age I woulda been right there with ya. I'd probably still be talkin' about it ten years later," I laughed. "So Emma, you're the quiet one. Quiet people are usually the most observant — I'd love to know what you saw, since I was inside and didn't see it myself."
"You want me to tell you what I saw?" she said with big, questioning eyes.
"Yeah," I said. "It might help break the ice between us, so we're not all so tense with that hangin' over our heads, ya know? Wait a minute, let me grab some more beers — that'll help. You guy's get high? I got some decent weed if you want."
When I was inside I sent a quick text to Lee.
YOUR GIRLS ARE @ MY PLACE
WITH KATIE AND LACY
NOT SURE WHAT TO TELL
OR HOW 2 PROCEED
We cracked open fresh beers and passed around the pipe. I didn't press Emma to tell me anything — she needed a little loosening up first. When she finished her second beer she was ready.
"So who were those three women," she asked, out of the blue.
"Which women?" I asked. "At the party you mean?"
"Yeah, there was two in here and one out there," she said, gesturing to the gazebo.
"There was quite a few folks inside too," I said. "They're all friends of mine. Let's see, out in the gazebo, that was Mary and Ron. Ron's wife was in the bedroom with... a variety of people, but mostly with me. Mary's gorgeous, isn't she? She's like a playboy model. And here on the porch, that was my friends Penny and Carol. If there was just one guy with them that was my old friend Mark. The tall dark haired woman, that's Carol, she painted this porch for me. She's an awesome artist. I don't know if you guys are into art at all, but she teaches erotic art over near the university."
My phone vibrated with a text from Lee.
TEACH THEM HOW BEAUTIFUL IT CAN BE
BE GENTLE
"Did I mention that you've got the coolest mother in the world?" I said.
"Was that from her?" Becka asked.
"Huh? No..." I said, pocketing my phone.
"So that woman painted this?" Emma said, standing and looking at the marshland scene and the blue sky and clouds on the ceiling.
"Yeah, it's awesome isn't it? You should see the orgy mural that she painted at a friends house. It's a mind blower."
The girls were all mesmerized and hanging on every word I was saying.
"Penny and Carol, are they lesbians?" Emma asked.
"No no, they're bi-sexual. You know what that is?" I asked. She nodded. "You all know what that is?" They all nodded except Katie. "No Katie?" I asked. She shook her head, looking a little embarrassed.
"It's much more common amongst women. It's when a woman likes to have sex with men, but also with women. So like if you were in a three-way, with a guy and another girl, if you didn't touch the other girl sexually and just let the guy fuck you, you'd be a heterosexual. But if the guy fucked you, and you also licked the other girls pussy and she licked yours, you'd be bi-sexual. Trust me, being bi-sexual is so much more fun for a woman. It opens so many more doors to pleasure that weren't there before. Almost all my women friends are bi-sexual. In fact I think all of them are."
The girls were stunned at my frankness, but the beer and weed were keeping them loose.
"What about our mom?" Emma asked with a sly grin.
"See, what did I tell ya," I said with a laugh. "It's always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for." The girls all had big eyes, waiting with bated breath for my answer. "I don't know if I should talk about her sex life with you. Let me ask you this Emma. Do you want me telling her whether you're a bi-sexual or a heterosexual when I see her tomorrow?"
"How would you know?" Emma asked.
"We're all gonna have sex tonight aren't we?" I said. There was a quiet gasp from all of them.
"I know I am," Lacy said. She was out of her bikini top in a flash and straddled me on the futon. Her face was a foot away from mine, and with a wide smile she announced, "I'm bi-sexual too." Her blue eyes twinkled, and we kissed passionately.
"Shit Lacy!" Becka said.