I'd brought a steak marinated in olive oil and a pre-baked potato, both wrapped in foil. The grill was hot. I set the steak where it would cook and the potato where it would get hot. I refilled our wine glasses and Carley and I sat at the picnic table.
More people had arrived. The stocky black guy, George and two other guys whose names I didn't catch were sitting at the table along with Dianne and a girl named Ruth who would have been ordinary looking if not for her enhanced bosom and total lack of hair. She was bald, but it seemed to fit her. Next to her was the skinny, dark haired, hard looking girl from the pool. Her name was Kay and she had more tattoos than I'd ever seen on anyone. Her arms and back were totally covered. The front of her torso was nothing more than a billboard screaming, "FUCK ME!!!" The theme was a cross between Goth and porno.
Kay saw me sitting next to Carley. "Who's this?" she asked.
"Kay, this is Jack. I just met him last week."
"How're you doing?" I said.
I had a big smile on my face and Kay asked, "What's the grin for?"
"Your name reminded of an old story. Back in the late 1940s, a pair of song writers decided to play a joke on some record producers and disc jockeys. They wrote a song and got it recorded by a well-known band. The name of the song was, 'If You See Kay'. People all over the country started calling radio stations and requesting it. It took weeks for the DJs to figure out they'd been had."
George laughed. "That's funny. 'If You See Kay'. 'F. U. C. K.' You couldn't say 'fuck' on the radio 60 years ago. Pretty clever."
"I looked it up," I said. "True story."
Kay saw me checking out her tattoos. "Do you like 'em?"
"They're fascinating," I said.
George snorted. "You mean they're bizarre. It's okay. She knows they're bizarre. She likes it that way."
Kay laughed. "Yeah, that's right. I'm a bizarre person. You see, I'm a nympho sex addict." She laughed again.
I grinned. "I don't think I've met a nympho sex addict before. What are your symptoms?"
"Well, it's pretty simple. I'll fuck anyone, anywhere, anytime in any position in any hole. If you don't smell bad or have toadstools growing on your body, I'll do you.
Do you have any toadstools?"
"I haven't checked lately, but I don't think so."
"Then I'll do you," she laughed. "Do you want to do me?"
"Maybe later," I said. It was hard to tell if she was kidding, but I didn't think she was.
I got up to unwrap my steak so it would get brown. The potato was hot enough and I moved it to a cooler place on the grill.
George got two plates and fixed two hotdogs. He opened one of the coolers and removed a couple of beers. He sat next to Dianne and gave her a beer and one of the hotdogs.
I took a minute to get my daily dose of 2mg of Cialas out of my shorts and swallow it with a half glass of water.
When I got back to the table, a new guy named T.D. was sitting next to Kay and carefully tracing the outlines of the tattoos on her breasts with his fingertips. Kay held his penis in her hand and leaned over to whisper in his ear. He smiled and they got up and walked over to one of the large mats near the pool. Kay dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock.
The conversation turned to basketball. I couldn't care less about the stick-and-ball games, so I tuned it out. Carley and I talked about the usual things; where did you grow up, what do you do for a living, what do you do for fun, etc. Our food was ready. I refilled our glasses and we talked as we ate.
When we finished eating it was hot. We dropped our paper plates in the trash and jumped in the pool to cool off.
Kay and T.D. were still at it. Kay was on her hands and knees and T.D. was fucking her in the ass. Kay's face was screwed up in an ugly grimace, which I interpreted as pleasure. T.D. was fucking her hard and grunting loudly. He came in her ass, making quite a lot of noise.
I paddled over to Carley. "What do you think of anal?" I asked.
"I don't like it," she said. "I'll do it if a guy really wants to, but it doesn't feel good at all."
"I agree," I said. "I love fucking a girl in her pussy in just about any position. I really love oral sex. I love eating a girl and feeling her cum against my mouth and tongue. I love cumming in a girl's mouth. It's so personal."
"I know what you mean," she said. She was quiet for a minute. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"When I was blowing you before lunch, you asked me to stop. You wanted to fuck me and cum inside me. You said you wanted to look into my eyes when you came. Why was that?"
"I'm not sure. I guess it's because I'm really starting to like you. I wanted that connection of seeing your eyes and your expression when I came in you."
"What did you see? Was it what you expected?"
"I'm not sure what I saw. I know I liked seeing it. Whatever it was, I'd love to see it again."
Carley was quiet for a minute. "I liked it, too. I liked the way you were looking at me. When you came, it was intense. I can always feel when a guy cums in me. When you came it was different somehow. I mean, I could feel you pulse inside me and I could feel your warm cum. I'm used to that. I don't know. It just felt different."
She sighed. "You really were good at eating me. I don't think I ever came so fast from oral. Your tongue on my clit really set me off. And when you were licking my lips...." She paused. "Usually I need my clit licked and sucked to get me off. After I came that way the first three times, you did it again without touching my clit at all!"
"I had a real good time going down on you," I said. "As I said, I love getting a girl off that way. You're good a letting me know what you want. Some girls seem to think a guy automatically knows what she needs. You moved your hips and my head and told me what you wanted. That makes it a lot more enjoyable."
We were standing close in waist-deep water. She reached out and put her hand on my balls. "You like having your balls licked and stroked, don't you?"
