"Who are they?" Marcy asked Pamela.
"Who's who?" returned Pamela.
"Those two over there sucking on Mark's beer," Marcy said, indicating a couple of men talking to Mark and drinking.
It was evening and a number of friends had sort of congregated at the beach. Some of the attendees had produced some alcohol and someone had lit a small fire. A radio or something was playing some music and the whole group was just relaxing and enjoying themselves.
"I have no idea," Pamela said, looking over at the two men. "I've never seen them before."
"Me, neither. Must be a couple of blow-ins taking advantage of the free booze. Possibly a couple of fathers checking up on their little ones?"
"I don't think so. They might be older but they're not old enough to have fathered any of our group. I'd put them in their early thirties?"
"Yeah, about that," agreed Marcy. "They have that beefy look of an older man but not yet let the muscle go to seed. Why is it that a couple of men that age look bigger and more solid than guys around our own age? I mean, Mark is probably just as big as them but they just seem to look bigger."
"I know what you mean. Mm. Interesting."
"What's interesting?"
"Just wondering," said Pamela with a giggle, "what it would be like to be flat on your back watching one of them descend upon you, watching his cock slide into you. Would their cocks look bigger because they look bigger, or smaller because you're comparing them to what you expect from a bigger man."
"You're awful," sniggered Marcy. "What a thing to think of."
"I know," agreed Pamela with another giggle, "and what's worse, you'll now be wondering every time you see them tonight."
"I'll do no such thing," protested Marcy, but couldn't help giggling at the idea.
"Oh my god, he's looking at us," snapped Pamela.
Glancing back at the two men Marcy saw that one of them had turned his head to look at them. As they watched he said something and the other man also turned to look their way.
"Ah, they couldn't have heard what we were saying, could they?" Marcy said, feeling a little nervous.
"From this distance? Don't be daft," scoffed Pamela.
"Uh-huh. So why did he just nod when I asked if they heard us?"
"He didn't. Did he? Let's forget them and circulate."
The two girls moved off and it was just by chance that they moved in a direction that would take them out of the view of the two strangers.
As the evening passed Marcy and Pamela were generally together, although they would split up occasionally when one or the other stopped to chat, connecting up again later. It was during one of these separated times that Marcy took a sidewards step without watching where she was going and cannoned into someone.
"Oh, sorry," she gasped, turning to look at her victim. "Careless of me."
Then she blushed, finding herself facing one of the two older men, and remembering what Pamela had said.
"Hi. I'm Tony, Mark's cousin. And you are?"
"Ah, Marcy. I'm Marcy. Sorry again. I'd better be going."
"Don't be in such a rush. There's plenty of time. The party will be going for a while yet. I see you're blushing. Would I be right in guessing that you're remembering what your friend told you earlier?"
Marcy felt her face heating up even more. "I don't know what you mean," she prevaricated. Tony reached up and flicked one of his ears.
"I have exceptional hearing," he said. "I can hear things that a bat would miss. It's usually rather selective, with me ignoring the constant babble around me, but when two young ladies are talking about what it would be like to be lying there watching me sinking into them my hearing focuses rather intensely."
