Darla Jean and Randall were pretty subdued as they departed Mary's place in Randall's car. It had been a long, busy, strange night. Both of them would probably be facing some amount of questioning from their parents, and both of them were preparing their defenses for those encounters, but first there were some other issues to be dealt with.
"So, umm, wild night," Darla Jean kicked it off.
"Yeah, pretty surprising." Randall appeared to be concentrating on his driving.
"Good surprising, or bad surprising?" Darla Jean queried. Had she run Randall off? That would suck -- he was, well, pretty incredible...
"Good, I guess," Randall replied. "At the start, I figured I'd just maybe get a chance to apologize, and that would be it. Everything else..."
Darla Jean pushed her hair back out of her face. "Well, I wasn't thrilled with the whole conspiracy thing, but I wasn't REALLY unhappy with the results."
"I learned that," Randall mused. "Then everything got crazy..."
Darla Jean nodded. Everything had. First, there had been the pool party -- a wild scene if there ever was one -- then that crazy blowjob experiment... Finally, something that just missed an orgy, largely by virtue of the fact that each group (Teddy, Mary, and Stick weren't a couple, after all... ) stuck to their own partners... Question was, where did that leave THEM? "Too crazy?"
"Um. Well..." Certainly, things had gone a great distance beyond anything Randall had envisioned, on a number of fronts. If his Dad learned that he'd sucked a cock... Randall shuddered, something Darla Jean detected and took no comfort from. "Do you see that kind of thing as 'normal'?"
"Huh! Not even!" Darla Jean exclaimed. "Who knows when we'll do something like THAT again?" Last night had gone some distance beyond anything she had conceived of previously...
"Well, it might leave a taste for such things..." Randall said guardedly.
Darla Jean flinched. "There wasn't much more that could have happened..."
But there was, and both knew it. It could have been Darla Jean in the daisy-chain between Teddy and Stick, for instance. Both of them saw flashes of different combinations of themselves and the other three -- the kinds of things that a real orgy would have produced. Randall gave voice to the though, "Oh, I dunno. There were a bunch of things..."
"Yeah." Darla Jean gathered herself. "What if... ?"
Randall grimaced. "Well, we got that far, but..."
"Are we still okay?" Was their agreement at the pool still in force? Or had things gone too far?
Randall frowned into the windshield. "I think so. I'm okay if you are..." Was he wild enough? She'd encouraged it -- but what about all that queer-bait stuff?
"I'm good." Darla Jean paused a moment. "If I'd..."
Randall scratched his head. "I dunno. I just dunno."
"Well, we talked about others..."
"Yeah," Randall nodded. "We did. But last night would have been too soon -- 'way too soon. I'm not... comfortable... yet. As it was, we pushed the edge of the envelope pretty far, don't you think?"
Darla Jean relaxed. "Yeah, we did. REAL far! I think you're right -- we should concentrate on each other for a bit and get grounded. I don't figure we'll see a night like last night any too often... Want to meet Mom?"
Randall thought about it as he pulled up to the curb. "Think that's smart?"
"Probably not," Darla Jean sighed. "Not at the moment. Give me some time to prepare her a bit. You'll need to work on your folks, too, if I'm gonna get seen over there..."
"Yeah, that'll be interesting," Randall agreed. "Let's not mention the blowjob experiment, huh?"
"Good plan." Darla Jean leaned over and kissed him quickly, and was gone before he could recover. "Bye!" she waved over her shoulder. Randall waved back, then put the car in gear.
It was nearly eleven before everyone got motivated and pointed at the swimming pool; first, the couples had to go back to their rooms and change, and almost no one was thrilled with the idea of wearing some swimsuit someone else had previously worn under God knew what conditions. Oddly, the males complained the loudest, Nate worrying about crabs and Draper mumbling about color.
Bianca met them at their rooms and led them out back, past the sauna and the sunroom where two hot tubs sat burbling under protective covers, and on out onto the deck, which fronted a sizeable swimming pool. The pool was half-surrounded by the house, two wings extending along half of the length; the other half was made private by a sizeable hedge a few yards beyond the far edge that merged into the fencing surrounding the rest of the formal back yard. Invisible behind the hedges was a substantial wall -- but no one present except Bianca realized that. "Eh, pretty nice!" Nate commented. Draper nodded and Tenisha murmured agreement as they wandered along the edge, exploring.
"I swim here a lot in the summer," Bianca offered. "It's very nice, especially in the afternoon."
"How deep is the deep end?" Draper asked, covering a bit of agitation. Draper was a poor swimmer.
"Deep enough for diving," Bianca replied, missing the concern, "but it comes back up to five feet very quickly -- see the red line? Although for me, five feet is deep..." At five foot three, Bianca was easily the shortest of the group.
Draper nodded, and Nate, who knew that his friend wasn't that comfortable around water, moved on, "So what do ya do out here, 'sides swim?"
Bianca colored a bit. "Well, sunbathe. It's usually just me..." Now that Miss Nora was going to be around periodically, maybe things wouldn't be so boring.
Leticia arrived, leading a somewhat bemused Pete. The tail thing was pretty wild, and looked good swishing along her dark chocolate legs as she walked. Leticia had been a whole lot less snooty than normal when she came to get him too; maybe she should wear the tail all the time... Looking up, he took in his charges. Miss Nora was there in a blue and white bikini that wasn't really able to hide her odd proportions -- still, there were a lot of good parts on display, and if you were an ass man, she was a dream.
The black girl was pretty thin, but she had a nice, round ass. The top of her light magenta bikini was obviously loose, but there were serious points poking out the cups. Pete had seen worse.
Bianca was a vision, as usual. Shorter than the other girls, her curves nonetheless had both of them outclassed, largely because her proportions were closer to the norm than Nora's. The red-trimmed white bikini she wore managed to look less demure than it actually was. Pete reflected that they would all look good in wet T-shirts -- even Tenisha, with those nipples...
The guys were, well, guys. Nate, Pete had seen before, but not in this state of undress. Thin and hard, showing ribs above his six-pack, he looked like you could ram him right through a sheet of plywood and not hurt him. The other teen was a good deal huskier, sporting a lot of smooth muscles -- not someone you wanted to pick a fight with. "Hi, I'm Pete," he introduced himself.
He was greeted by wary nods among the blacks and a quiet, "Hi, Pete," from Nora. Clearly, they weren't absolutely certain of his purpose. "You guys go on with whatever you were up to," he said nonchalantly, "I'm just here to see to it that nobody stays on the bottom of the pool too long and clogs up the filter." He turned and took up a lounger, and the younger set relaxed visibly.
"So you're not like a chaperone," Nate asked guardedly.
"Nope. I hear you guys are all couples and have already had advanced anatomy, so I don't have to be your moral guardian," Pete replied airily. "You all can do as you like, all right?"
"Yeh." Nate nodded and turned his attention to Nora, "Let's go swimmin', then."
It took a few minutes, but soon everyone was splashing around and playing grab-ass -- except Bianca, who was dangling her legs in the water on the deep end. None of the others had a whole lot of pool time, so serious swimming was out. Leticia stood by, trying to look impassive; Pete watched her try to settle herself in a settee, grimace, and get back up -- apparently, the tail wasn't any too comfortable to sit on. Mostly, Pete tried to scope Bianca without getting caught at it -- something difficult, since Bianca was trying to do the same thing. The little fox's eyes always seemed to be there -- never locking on him directly, just taking him in as background -- or pretending to...
Leticia might have caught the pair, but she was too busy wallowing in embarrassment and humiliation. Miss Nora's beau, Nate, made a point of eyeing her every few minutes, boldly, somewhat angrily, keeping the heat turned up. What Leticia DIDN'T know was that it was all a put-on -- Nate wasn't that wildly angry. More than anything else, he felt sorry for the woman, but this was a prime opportunity to rake an older woman over the coals, and he couldn't pass it up!
"Was she really that bad?" Nora whispered in an aside.
"Nah. I'm just pullin' her chain. It's good for her, I bet. Besides, I'm gettin' a kick out of it," Nate whispered back, favoring Leticia with another quick glare.
"It's mean," Nora insisted.
"Your Daddy'd do it," Nate replied. "If we don't punish her enough, he'll think of something else. I'm doin' her a favor."
"Maybe," Nora agreed half-heartedly.
"For sho'," Nate insisted. "Your Daddy'd get a kick out of me gettin' her pregnant -- except that it'd screw us up. He as much as said so!"
Nora thought about it. "You're probably right," she granted. "Why does he get a kick out of such things, do you think?"
Nate scratched his head. "Power. It's really personal -- an' really intense. I don't wanna be on the receiving end, that's for sure!"
"Mmmm," Nora agreed. She turned another look on Leticia, and worked it into a glare. "Might as well help, I guess."
"Hey, let's do somethin'!" Tenisha yelled across the pool. "Play a game!"
"Marco Polo?" Nate rolled his eyes.
"Ugh!" Draper grunted.
"Naw, that's kid stuff!" Tenisha agreed. "Something else?"
"Camel fights?" Nate suggested.
"Only two couples?" Draper shot it down.
"Maybe not..." Nora interjected. "Hey Bianca! Wanna do camel fights?"
Bianca blinked. "Camel fights?"
"Yeah," Tenisha explained. "You get up on somebody's shoulders and wrestle, trying to throw the other team off-balance!"
Bianca thought about it. "I don't have a..."
"I bet Pete would carry you!" Nora interjected. All eyes swung to Pete.
"Uhhh..." Fuck, yes, he'd carry her! But was that smart? Best act reluctant. "Well, I could, I guess... If she wants me to..."
"Sure." Bianca worked hard at not showing any wild excitement -- but it WAS difficult!
"Okay," Pete took charge. "Three teams, then. Do we want to swap around?"
"Nah," Nate argued, something that brought relief to both of the new combatants, "Le's stick with what we got."
"Okay. Keep it in the center of the pool -- we don't want anybody cracking their head on the edge!" Pete admonished. If you back off to the edges, you're out of it -- but you lose, too!" He hadn't done this kind of thing in a while; it should be a kick! And carrying Bianca...
"Yeh." "Sounds good!" The other two males were in full agreement. Nate added, "Awright, then -- let's mount up!" The girls were busy giggling.
There was a concerted rush for the edges, and everyone got organized. Early on, it was clear that there were some mismatches. Climbing atop Nate's narrow shoulders accentuated Nora's oversize fundament, but neither complained, Nate limiting himself to, "Let's work from deeper..." That would make Nora easier to carry and, more important, balance. Nate was fully capable of carrying her, but they'd need every advantage. Trying to haul Tenisha around with her seated atop Draper was going to be a project! "Hey! Can mounts help?" Nate hollered.
"Yah." Draper agreed. Frankly, it was just another advantage for him...
"Sure." Pete wasn't likely to argue, either. Bianca was gingerly working her legs over Pete's shoulders, hoping that he couldn't smell her excitement at settling her crotch against him. Fortunately, the chlorine masked quite a bit. But she was damp, thinking about Pete's beautiful cock...
That cock was rampant, too; Pete was glad for the cover of the water, for he was sporting serious wood! He put a hand up on either thigh to steady her; it seemed like the junction pressed against his neck was running twenty degrees hotter!
"Le's wander around a little bit -- get used to shit!" Nate suggested. Bianca was obviously unused to her seat -- and maybe sorta distracted...
"Good idea," Pete returned. He pushed out into the center of the pool. Rubbing Bianca's left thigh, he said, "See if you can get used to being up there. The best thing is to try to keep yourself upright above me no matter what I do." He began leaning back and forth, forcing her to lean in the opposite direction. Bianca squealed and her eyes popped, but she compensated for his movements.
Nate and Nora and Tenisha and Draper were running the same series of experiments. Leverage was limited for Nate, but he was damned if he'd complain. Draper had it easier, but Tenisha wasn't gifted for balance; she managed to overbalance and topple off of him without even coming into contact with another couple, to the laughter of the others.
Pete looked up at Leticia and announced, "I think you'd better go get some towels, don't you?" What the snooty black woman was going to do about the suggestion was open to question...
Well, not as far as Leticia was concerned -- not today, anyway. She nodded meekly and strode off.
"Everbody ready?" Draper queried. Despite Tenisha's spill, Draper figured they'd have it easy.
"Yeh, I guess," Nate agreed. Nora nodded solemnly.
Pete patted Bianca's thigh, "Ready?"
"Okay," came the meek response.
"Then let's go get 'em!"
Draper and Tenisha bore down on Nate, but true to plan, he kept himself and Nora in deep water. Nate and Nora's withdrawal kept Tenisha focused until Pete and Bianca could arrive, at which point Tenisha had to turn her entire attention to the off-side attack. Bianca's initial attack was tentative, but Tenisha's response was ferocious, so she rapidly got into the swing of things, grabbing for skinny arms, pulling and pushing. Pete swept them past, keeping Draper busy -- and allowing Nate and Nora to commence another attack! Tenisha, overbalanced from turning to engage Bianca and Pete as they drifted past on her right, fell screeching victim to a push delivered by Nora from her left and behind -- but an instinctive grab turned up part of Nora's bikini top and almost unseated HER, too!
Everybody backed off while Tenisha came up, sputtering, her bikini top wedged under her armpits and both nipples showing. She started hauling at it, but caught Draper's grin, stopped and pulled it off, tossing it onto the pool deck. "One less thing for you two to grab onto!" she announced defiantly.
Nora, who'd almost had her top jerked from her by that last grab, stopped trying to get her left breast seated, frowned eyeing Bianca for a moment, then deliberately reached back and undid her top, too. "You don't have to, but they're a liability," she told Bianca.
Bianca thought about it -- furiously. Arguably, she was the most well-developed female present, and these boys had never seen her breasts. Pete might have -- she kind of hoped he had; there had been a couple of deliberate sunbathing exposures for that sole purpose... The other guys were in steady couples, though, and having Pete see her was a plus, so... Reaching up, she peeled her top over her head.
Pete really, REALLY wanted to see the results of that move, but his position sucked for making THAT happen. Still, there ought to be some way... He swung them around so that they were facing the sunroom, and got an inadequate glimpse in the reflection from the glass -- but Tenisha was re-mounted, and Nate and Nora were bearing down on them, so he swung back to his right to allow Bianca an opportunity to take them more or less head on. The two of them went at it, Nora's size and age granting her an advantage that Pete worked on Nate in an attempt to undercut -- but he discovered that Nate was every bit as hard as he looked, his wiry frame resistant to Pete's efforts. Ultimately, however, Nate had to shift positions, and Nora, refusing to disengage, overbalanced -- but she maintained her grip on Bianca and ripped her from Pete's shoulders to fall into the water with her.
Laughing, Pete asked, "Everyone okay?" but he wasn't looking around -- his eyes were glued to Bianca and her bobbing breasts! He collected responses by ear as he followed her to the pool edge and helped boost her out; Bianca made sure he got an excellent view while she rearranged herself and prepared to re-mount.
Nora watched this procedure in some surprise; evidently, Bianca had no problem with having Pete get an eyeful. Of course, Pete was a hunk... On the other hand, Pete was older -- a LOT older than Bianca. Heck, he was a lot older than herself, Nora figured -- mid- to late- twenties, anyway -- it would be like her chasing a college senior, or maybe an assistant professor! For Bianca, well... She shrugged; surely it was out of the question...
Pete looked up and discovered that Leticia had returned and was placing a stack of towels on a lounger. Looking at her, he got to thinking... Well, it worked before... "Leticia, you're overdressed! Nobody else has a top on..."
Leticia looked blankly at Pete, then turned to pick up Nate's eyes. Normally, she'd have lit into Pete for the suggestion, but this wasn't normally -- and Nate's narrowed eyes told her what her response should be. In fact, Nora's arched eyebrow would have been enough in and of itself. Leticia reached back and undid her bikini top, revealing her small breasts. Nate nodded satisfaction and went back to what he was doing; if he didn't know any better, he'd think that all black chicks belonged to the itty bitty titty committee, he thought, smirking. Of course Draper preferred that kind of thing, so Tenisha watched him narrowly, but he had better sense than to make any obvious moves.
The three couples reorganized and went at it again; this time, Nora took a spill first, and Tenisha and Bianca were in the final. Tenisha was tenacious, and eventually managed to upset the technically smaller Bianca, but it was a near thing; she ended the bout waving comically as she fought to retain her balance, and only a solid brace from Draper kept her from dunking herself again.
Round three was heavy combat. Nora and Bianca double-teamed Tenisha, Nora using her tendency to follow too far to tip her over Draper's shoulders with a strategically applied push while she was attacking Bianca frontally. Then Nora and Nate closed on Bianca and Pete and the real fight began. Pete was a stable platform, and Bianca, although smaller, was every bit as voluptuous as Nora -- and she had the good sense to disengage when it looked like she was going to overbalance! Finally, Pete got a foot behind Nate's right knee and forced a collapse, and Nora hit the water.
That put an end to things; the various couples made for the edges of the pool to sit and rest, dangling their feet in the water and laughing and bragging about their various engagements -- an activity cut short when Sharon stuck her head out the patio door and announced, "Nate, your mother's here!"