The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Fireworks, Chapter Two

Dave stared at the blowjob coupon from Jen in his hands.  Not a mistake?

“I’ll let them explain,” Will said.

“Remember when we discussed what could happen this trip?” Jen said.  “We said Will couldn’t touch Jennifer, but no one said I couldn’t touch you.”

Dave stared at Jennifer, his mouth agape.

“It’s what she wants,” Jennifer said quietly, “and it’s okay with me.”

“Is it okay with you?” he asked Will.

Will hesitated, and then nodded.  “We’ve discussed it, and I’m okay with it.”

Dave frowned.  “Nobody discussed it with me.”

“That’s what we’re doing now,” Jen said.  “I wasn’t sure I was going to give it to you until you guys started dancing.”

Dave sighed.

“You don’t have to cash that now,” Jennifer said, getting off the couch and coming over to Dave.  “You don’t have to ever cash it, if you don’t want.”  She sat beside him and wrapped her arms around him.  “I said we’d talk about it first, remember?”

He sighed again, but returned Jennifer’s hug.  The room fell silent for a moment.

“Well,” Will said, “I’m thirsty after all that dancing.  Who wants a beer?”

“Why not?” Jen said.

Dave looked at Jennifer, who nodded.  “We’re in.”

Will hopped up and headed for the kitchen area.  As he pulled some beers out and popped their caps, the rest of them slowly arose and went to join him.

“I thought it was particularly good of us,” Will said, “to get all three songs from ZZ Top.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes.  “Tube Steak Boogie?”

“Hey,” Will said, “it fit.  It’s about sex.”

Jen snorted.   “Everything by ZZ Top is.  Pearl Necklace.  Tush.  I’ve Got the Six, Give Me Your Nine.  She’s Got Me Under Pressure.”

“She’s Got Me Under Pressure isn’t about sex,” Will said.

The conversation quickly turned to which songs were about sex and what weren’t.  Not only ZZ Top, but other artists.   It didn’t take too long for some jokes to start flying, leading Dave to just smile at the incongruity.  The conversation would have fit perfectly in a bar, but instead they were all standing around drinking their beer naked.  It was hard to imagine that they’d just had sex, but he suspected that a distraction was exactly what Will had had in mind.

Unfortunately, Dave couldn’t keep his mind off Jen’s ‘tip.’  Was it really okay with Will and Jennifer?  If he accepted, would that mean that at some point, he’d have to give Jennifer permission to fool around with Will?  Why did Jen really want to do this anyway?  As much as part of him raved at the idea of her lips around his cock, the rest of him had far too many concerns to let him relax.

When they finally called it an evening and went to bed, he brought up his concerns with Jennifer.  Cuddling in the dark, life didn’t seem as surreal as it had during their naked beer time.

 “Why?” he asked.  “Why does Jen want to do this?”

“That’s hard to say,” Jennifer replied, gently stroking his chest as she spoke.  “She said she wasn’t sure she was ready to settle down.”

“Huh?”

“Will started talking about spending their life together,” she explained, “and Jen, well, she freaked out a little.  She does love Will….”

Dave snorted.  “Normally it’s the guy that flips out about that.”

Jennifer patted his chest lightly.  “True, but not Will.  Or you.”

“I already said ‘forsaking all others once,” he said with a tinge of bitterness.  “I hadn’t expected that to change.  But I’m glad it did.”  He gave Jennifer a tight squeeze, which she returned.

“Jen hasn’t been married,” she said.  “And she likes to flirt and tease.”

“But Will doesn’t mind her flashing other guys.”

“True.  But sometimes she wants to do more than flash.”

“Ah,” Dave said, remembering a similar comment from Jen on their Santa Fe trip.

“So she and Will talked and they decided that, if they were going to have an open relationship, they should start with someone they liked and trusted.  You.”

“And you agreed?”

“You know I don’t get jealous.”

Dave fell quiet.  While it was true that Jennifer didn’t, he knew he did.  He wanted to be more open-minded, but the fact was, the thought of Jennifer screwing another guy made him sick to his stomach.  Maybe it was residual from Claire’s cheating or maybe it was just who he was.  But it was hard, really hard, to put himself in Jennifer’s place and imagine giving permission for such a thing.

“Besides,” Jennifer said, as if reading his mind, “I love her.  Not in the way I love you, but I want her to be happy.”

“Yeah.”   That he understood, even if he wasn’t sure what he thought about it.

But he did think about it some more, Jennifer waiting patiently, cuddled into him.

“So,” he finally said, “do you think Will really wants this?”

“I don’t know.  He says he does.”

“But he was also very nervous earlier.  And not in a good way.”

“Well… maybe you should talk with him.”

“Uh huh.”  He lightly stroked her back.  “But… what if I don’t want to do it?”

“Get a blowjob from Jen?”

“Yeah.  I’m not sure it’s really a good idea.”

“But if everyone else is okay with it….”

He grimaced.  “But I’m not.  I mean, I’ve gone along with the flashing and the showing off.  I admit I kind of even like it when you do it.”  He gave her a squeeze for emphasis, which she returned.  “But won’t this set a precedent?”

“What do you mean?”

“What happens when Will says he wants a blowjob from you?”

“Ah.”

She didn’t add anything after that, which unsettled Dave a bit.  Did she want to give Will a blowjob?  Or more?

Jennifer sensed his tenseness.  She lightly stroked his chest.  “I love you,” she finally said, “and I’m not going to risk that. Not even for Will or our friendship with them.”

Dave let out a long breath, and Jennifer hugged him tight.

“I love you too,” he said, “and, well, I’m just not ready.  I may never be ready.”

“And I’m not asking you to be.”

He squeezed her tight once again and kissed her forehead.  She tilted her head up, and they kissed again.  After a few more kisses, each growing a bit more passionate than the last, she slid her hand down to his cock.  It didn’t take long for her to stroke him erect.

She slid on top of him then, straddling him.  She leaned forward on his chest so they could continue kissing as he gently moved within her.

“I love you,” she whispered passionately in his ear.  “I love you with all my heart.”

“I love you too,” he said, kissing her hard to emphasize his point.

They continued to slowly make love until he sensed her beginning to tire.  As much as he didn’t care whether he had an orgasm or not, he knew she’d want him to, so they rolled over onto her back.  He speeded up, still kissing her as best he could.  Finally, with a gasp, he came.

Afterward, they cuddled until they fell asleep, all thoughts and concerns forgotten.

They came back in the morning, though.  Dave drifted awake with the morning light.  He lay quietly, listening to Jennifer’s soft breath as she slumbered on.  As his mind drifted to the night before, he became just a tad more awake, just a tad tense.  And with mixed feelings. 

He knew that Jennifer loved him, but he couldn’t escape the nagging sensation that she’d be happy to fool around with Will, if it came to that.  She said she wasn’t going to risk her relationship with him, but hadn’t she done that once already, with her former husband?

The problem was, it too easily ‘came to that.’  It hadn’t taken much to go from refusing to let Will see Jennifer’s special sexy Valentine’s Day video to inviting him to watch her strip.  And if Will’s girlfriend was fooling around with Dave….

He tossed to his side, pulling away from Jennifer.  It already had ‘come to that.’  He hadn’t even thought through all the possibilities when they’d talked before this trip, and Jen had explicitly asked if anything else was okay.  He’d just gone along with it. 

Much as he’d gone along with all of the women’s exhibitionism games.  The Panty Game.  The Drive-Through Game.  The ‘No-Underwear-But-Not-Flashing Game.’  He wasn’t sure he even knew what all the games were, much less the rules.  But he still went along….

He lay there, brooding, until Jennifer turned in her sleep, murmuring.  Fearing he’d wake her, he slipped from the covers, found his robe, and padded to the bathroom and then the kitchen.

The refrigerator door stood open when he entered the room, but he didn’t see anyone until he rounded the counter.  Jen knelt, reaching for something in the back on the lower shelf, her naked ass thrust out toward him.  He paused, admiring the sight, until she found the grapes she was looking for and dropped back onto her haunches.  She grinned at him as her kimono settled back into place.

“Good morning,” she said.  “Sleep well?”

“Yeah.”  He avoided her eyes and started making coffee.  She straightened up and set the grapes on the counter.

“I hope last night was okay with you,” she said, sensing his mood.  “We probably shouldn’t have surprised you, but….”

“You weren’t sure you were going to give me that ‘tip.’”

“That’s right.”

“So why’d you do it?” he asked as casually as he could.

Jen sighed and leaned back against the counter.

“Because it felt right.  Because we were all having fun.  Because I thought you’d like the surprise.”

Dave nodded.  “Okay.”

“I do like you and find you attractive,” she said.  “I’m not interested in you romantically, but….”

“Neither am I.  I love Jennifer.”

“I know,” she said with a smile, “and I’m glad.  But anything we did would just be for fun.”

Dave snorted softly.  “Just part of a game.”

“A game you enjoy.”

“What makes you so sure?”

She smiled, and casually loosened her kimono sash, letting it gape open.  Dave’s eyes immediately locked onto the growing gap, flicking back and forth from her expanded cleavage to her now-exposed pussy.  His eyes roamed for several seconds before she adjusted and tightened her sash once again.  He looked up, his face flushed, to meet her twinkling eyes.

“I’m sure,” she said.

Dave snorted and shook his head.  He retrieved another mug and filled it with coffee, fully aware of Jen’s mischievous eyes upon him.  When it was full, he raised it and smiled.

“I’d better take this to Jennifer,” he said.  “It’ll help her hatch faster.”

“Take your time,” Jen said.  “We’re not doing anything until later.”

Dave nodded, as the hike was the only thing he knew was on the calendar, and then headed down the hall back to the bedroom.

Jennifer stirred when he entered and then cracked one eye.  Seeing Dave, she smiled.  He waited until she’d sat up and then handed her the coffee.  She smiled appreciatively and took her first sips.

“I’ve been thinking,” Dave said, once Jennifer appeared fully alert, “and I’m still not sure about this.”

“What are you worried about?”

“The slippery slope, mostly.”

Jennifer raised an eyebrow and took another sip of coffee.

“I mean,” Dave said, “think about Santa Fe.  We started out with some simple exhibitionism and ended up all in the same bed together.”

“But you enjoyed that, right?”

He nodded.  “Yeah, but we’re already that far, this time.  We did it all together last night.  So where are we going to be in a few days?”

“Where do you want to be?”

Dave let out a frustrated sigh.  “I don’t know.  Well, not watching you and Will together.  I know that much.”

Jennifer gave him a reassuring smile.  “That won’t happen, my love.  I couldn’t do that to you.”

He sighed.  “I know that, but it’s hard to believe, you know?”

Her smile turned bittersweet and she nodded.  But then she took a breath and met his eyes.

“But it’s okay if Jen and I touch, right?”

“Uh… sure.”  He furrowed his brow, anticipating her next question, so he decided to answer it.  “I think that’s different because I don’t see Jen as a threat.”

“But Will is?”

“Will’s too close to, well, being me.  Jen’s just too different.”

“That she is.”

“Besides,” he admitted, setting his coffee down and sliding next to her on the bed, “like most heterosexual males, I find the idea of two women together hot.  Really hot.”

“Good.”  She put her arm around him and hugged him.

“Is that what you two have planned?”

She chuckled.  “I’m not going to tell you and ruin the surprise.”

“Humph.  Well, as long as it’s a good surprise.”

“It will be.”  She emphasized her words with a hug.

They held each other for a few minutes, just enjoying each others’ touch.  It was reassuring, more than Jennifer’s words, he realized.  Much more than the words.

Eventually, though, they had to get going.  Once they’d dressed, they met Will and Jen in the main room for breakfast where they discussed where to take their hike that day.  Will argued for something long, but the women were clearly more in the mood for a stroll than a marathon.  In the end, they decided on the Baker’s Tank Loop up off the Boreas Pass Road.  It didn’t take too long to pack after that, and soon they were out the door.

They parked at the trailhead among a handful of other cars, to Dave’s disappointment.  More cars meant more people on the trail, when he wanted to be able to believe it was just the four of them alone in the world.  Even worse, the first part of the loop was a dirt road, and twice they had to move to the side so Jeeps could pass.  A couple of mountain bikers also passed them, calling out ‘on your left!’ as they flew by.

Surprisingly, they didn’t encounter any other hikers until they arrived at Baker’s Tank, an old abandoned water tank from when the road had been a railroad route.  Two guys in their twenties sat under an aspen, drinking from their water bottles.  They nodded hello as Dave and his friends approached.

“Nice day,” Will said as he unshouldered his pack and fished out his water bottle.

Dave thought that was a good idea and went for his own, noting the women setting down their packs as well.

“Yeah,” the blond guy said.  “A bit hot, though.”

“Not yet,” Jen said, “but in an hour or two….”

The black-haired guy grunted agreement.

“Seen many people?” Will asked.  “The parking lot was crowded.”

“Fourth of July weekend,” the blond guy said.  “But mostly it’s been bikers.”

“Probably headed up to the pass,” Will said.  “It’s supposed to be a good ride.”

“Great view,” the blond guy said, but his eyes weren’t on Will as he spoke.  Dave followed his gaze, and realized he was staring at Jen.

Which wasn’t a surprise, really.  Jen had placed her pack on the ground in front of her and was bent over, rummaging through it.  The two guys probably had a nice view down her shirt.  She also seemed to be taking a great deal of time finding whatever she was looking for.

“Found it,” she said, standing up, holding a tube.  She looked at Jennifer.  “The back of my neck’s getting hot.  Can you put some sunscreen it on for me?”

“Sure.”  Jennifer’s smile contained just a hint of mischief.  She took the tube and the two women moved to the shade, where Jennifer sat behind her friend and made a show of oiling her hands.

“So, are you guys headed up to the pass, or doing the loop?” Will asked.

“Uh,” the blond guy said, still not looking at Will, “the pass, I think.”

“Oh, that feels so good,” Jen moaned as Jennifer lotioned—caressed, really—her neck and shoulders.

“I’m glad you like,” Jennifer replied, her voice husky.

Dave stifled a laugh.  Nothing the women were doing was overtly sexual, but the way Jen rolled her shoulders and sighed, and the way Jennifer lightly touched and slid her hands over the other woman….  Well, he half expected them to start kissing, and he was sure that wasn’t going to happen.

Meanwhile, Will continued to chat with the other hikers, whose answers quickly became more terse, until they were simply “yeah” and “nah.”  Dave did grin then.  The glint in Will’s eyes told him he was as much of a player in this game as the women.

“All done,” Jennifer said, making a show of pulling her hands back and rubbing them together.

“That was so good,” Jen said, leaning back into her friend and looking back over her shoulder.  “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Jennifer said, folding her arms around Jen and smiling down.

Then, to Dave’s shock, they did kiss.  Just a quick smooch, like a greeting kiss, except on the lips.  They were getting to their feet before he really had time to register what had happened.  He glanced over at Will and the other two men.  Will’s eyes danced with merriment as he grinned.  The two men’s mouths hung open.

“We’re ready, Will.” Jen said, grinning.

“Enjoy the pass,” he said to the other hikers, “we’re going to take the loop.”

Dave shouldered his pack again and they strolled down the left fork of the trail.  Jen and Jennifer held hands as they walked.  At a curve just before they disappeared from sight, Dave looked back.  The two men still stared, watching their retreat.  About twenty yards later, the ladies let go of each others’ hands and started giggling.  When Will joined in, the giggles turned to full fledged laughter.

“Did they even hear what you were saying?”  Jen asked Will between her giggles.

“Enough to know which way we’re going,” he said.  “We should probably get a bit further down the trail.”

“Do you think they’ll follow us?” Dave asked.

Will shook his head.  “Not immediately.  It’d be too obvious that that’s what they were doing.  But I wouldn’t be surprised if they came up with an excuse for changing their route in the next hour or so.”

“They’ve got to be wondering what we’ll do next,” Jen said, still laughing.

“What are we doing next?” Dave asked.

“Getting further down the trail,” Will said.  He picked up the pace, and soon the laughter tapered off with the extra exertion.

A few bends and a good fifteen minutes later, they paused at some rocks under some pines.  They drank quietly from their water bottles, with Dave needing to catch his breath more than he wanted to admit.

Will gestured up the slope at some more rocks, near a small fold in the hill.  “Would that work for you?” he asked.

Dave looked at him, confused.

“If you and Jennifer went to the other side,” he said.  “No one could see you from the trail and Jen and I could keep watch.”

Dave got it—and blushed.  His fantasy about having sex outdoors hadn’t really considered how close they might be to the trail, or the risk of others stumbling upon them.  He’d just imagined the sunlight on Jennifer’s nude body, and her hair blowing in the breeze….

Jennifer looked at him, expectantly.  He made a small snort and smiled.  Then he nodded.

“Keep watch,” Jennifer said to Jen, before extending her hand to Dave.  He took it and they hiked up the slope.

The other side of the rocks was, unfortunately, even more rocky.  Scrub brushes occupied most of the spots that held dirt and Dave didn’t like the idea of twigs scraping his ass anymore than granite.

“We can make this work,” Jennifer said, pulling a small thin blanket out of her pack.

He smiled.  “You think of everything.”

She grinned back before kneeling down to spread the blanket out near one of the larger boulders.  Dave joined her, and when they’d finished, he leaned back against the stone.  She slid into his lap and their lips met in a passionate kiss.

One kiss led to another, but Dave just couldn’t keep from being distracted.  Phantom footsteps seemed to fill the ground between the trail and their hiding place.  Every rustle in the breeze drew his attention, if not his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Jennifer asked, pulling back.

“Just nervous about getting caught.”

“We won’t get caught.  Not with Jen and Will as lookouts.”

“Well….”

She paused, her eyes growing serious.

“Are you really worried about it?”

He shrugged half-heartedly.  “Those two guys….”

“Would only just watch.  Probably.”

Dave nodded, conceding.

“But doesn’t that… doesn’t that possibility make it more exciting?  Them watching?”

He snorted and smiled.  “I suppose it does for you.  You’re the exhibitionist.”

Jennifer laughed.  Dave started to tense, but then realized she wasn’t laughing at him.  With him, if that made sense.

“You really aren’t, aren’t you?”

He shook his head.

“So your show last night didn’t turn you on?”

He shrugged.  “Not any more than other things we’ve done.  Watching you and Jen react, though—that was fun.”

She chuckled.  “We did want to encourage you.”

He blushed, thinking of the sex that had followed.  “Well, it worked.”

Her eyes glinted with desire.  “So how can I encourage you now?”

“Hmmm.  Perhaps by letting me watch?”

She smiled.  “Sure.  Let me sit against the rock.”

They shifted around until Jennifer sat with her back on the stone, her legs spread across the blanket.  Dave stood a couple of feet back.  He glanced around.  No one could see Jennifer without him seeing them first.  No one was around anyway.

When he looked back, she’d removed her shirt and arranged it behind her as a buffer between her skin and the stone.  Her bra lay discarded to one side, and he couldn’t help let a sigh escape at the sight of her breasts jiggling as she moved.

At the noise, she smiled broadly.  She then ran her hands up her torso and cupped her breasts.

“You like?” she asked, smiling since she already knew the answer.

“I always like.”

She just posed, letting his eyes soak in her beauty.  Then, after a dozen heartbeats, she unsnapped her shorts.  With a little bit of wriggling and raising of her hips, they and her panties soon lay in a crumpled pile next to her.  Jennifer then dropped one hand to her inner thigh, while the other lightly stroked one breast.

Dave nervously glanced around.  He couldn’t see anyone else, and he hadn’t heard anything.  When he looked back at Jennifer, her eyes danced with amusement.

“You’re supposed to be watching me,” she said.

He chuckled and nodded.  Then his eyes dropped lower, where her finger now made lazy strokes up and down her labia, lightly circling her clit when she reached the top.

He was hooked.  He couldn’t look away as she continued to play.  Slowly, gently, she raised both her own arousal and his.  Her fingers danced across and even into her body.  Her breathing deepened and her eyes fluttered until they were mostly closed.

The pressure was just too much.  Dave tore his eyes for one last glance around.  They truly were alone.  He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to his ankles.  Shoving his underwear down, he began to stroke his own cock as he watched.

Jennifer’s head tilted.  She watched him through hooded eyes, but didn’t let up her own play.  It didn’t take much longer for her to gasp and arch her back, then let out a moan as her orgasm coursed through her.

Dave stopped masturbating, too enrapt to continue.  But once she’d caught her breath, Jennifer beckoned with her finger.  He had to step out of his clothes, and by the time he’d gotten untangled, she’d moved the blanket from the rock to a nearby softer patch of ground.  She knelt, on her hands and knees and smiled back at him, waiting.

He let out a sigh of appreciation and moved behind her.  The ground was hard under his knees, but the heat of her body overwhelmed those sensations.  He slowly sank his cock deep within her.

Jennifer moaned and pushed back against him immediately.  He steadied himself and started to thrust.  They quickly established their familiar rhythm, but the teasing had been too much.  In only a few moments, Dave felt the boiling pleasure explode up from his balls and through his brain.  With a gasp he collapsed, using his remaining strength to steady himself.  When he could breathe again, he leaned back, letting his softening cock slip out of Jennifer’s pussy.  She rolled and smiled back at him.

“You like?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah.”  He chuckled.  “I’m a little surprised, but I liked.”

“Surprised we went through with it?”

He nodded.

“Well, it is your fantasy.”

The smiled a bit more, and then he leaned forward and kissed her.  They exchanged a few more kisses before, with unspoken agreement, they reached for their clothes.  Once dressed, they held hands, beaming at each other, as they returned to the trail.

There they found Jen, well, ‘holding court’ seemed to describe the scene best.  She perched on a rock on the upslope side of the trail while Will and the two guys they’d met earlier sat near her feet.  Will saw them and waved, leading Jen to twist around to see them.

“Hi!” she called.  “Have a good time?”

Jennifer and Dave nodded.

“Oh, good.  We were just talking with Kent and Mike about the good times one can have in the mountains.”

“Uh, yeah,” the black-haired guy said.

“We realized we didn’t have enough water to get to the pass and back,” the blond volunteered, holding up his mostly-full bottle.

Dave resisted rolling his eyes.

“What type of good times?” Jennifer asked as they drew up with the rest of the group.

“Oh, mostly my visits to Valley View.  It turns out that neither Kent nor Mike have been to a clothing-optional camp.”

“Uh….” the blond guy said.

“You really should try it,” Jen said, turning back to the guys.  “It feels so good to be naked outside.  Feeling the sun on your body.  Or the breeze across your bare breasts.”  She turned to Jennifer.  “Don’t you agree?”

Jennifer gave Dave’s hand a squeeze.  “Absolutely.”

“They don’t have breasts,” Will pointed out.

Jen shrugged.  She made a show of pulling her shirt out with a shake, as if fanning herself.  “They don’t know what they’re missing.”

They probably know exactly what they’re missing, Dave mused, a view of Jen’s bare breasts.

“We might just have to go to, uh, Valley View,” the blond guy said, nudging his friend.  “Right?”

“Uh, yeah,” his friend added.  “When do you guys like to go?”

Jen laughed, good naturedly.  “Oh, I go when I can get away.  No specific time.”  She hopped to her feet and looked at Dave and Jennifer.  “Shall we get going?”

They both nodded in response.  Will held out a water bottle to the two guys.

“Here.  We won’t need this, and now you’ll be able to make the pass.”

“Uh, thanks,” the blond guy said without a great deal of enthusiasm.  He still took the bottle as he and his companion scrambled to their feet.

“Nice talking to you,” Will said, as the foursome gathered toward one end of the trail.  “Enjoy your hike.”

With that, they turned and left the two guys standing there.  Dave fought the temptation to look back as his friends chattered about nothing until once again they were out of sight.

Then Jen and Jennifer started giggling.

“I can’t believe they followed us,” Jennifer said.  “We weren’t that provocative.”

“I’m not surprised,” Will said, “given how beautiful you are.”

“Aww,” Jen said, putting her arm around him and giving him a hug.

“I’m glad they didn’t come up the hill,” Dave muttered, unfortunately not quietly enough for Jen not to hear.

“They wouldn’t’ve,” she said, her tone serious.

“How would you have stopped them?”

“By doing what I did,” she said.  “Providing a distraction.”

“They wouldn’t have known you were there anyway,” Will said.  “We couldn’t hear you, and there would have been no reason to believe you’d left the trail.”

Dave nodded, but Jennifer found his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze anyway.  They continued to banter about the guys and their easy distractibility until another group of hikers—a family this time—came toward them.  They fell quiet as the two groups passed, just giving friendly hellos.  When the conversation resumed, Will asked what they wanted to do for lunch and the topics changed from there.

The sexual tension returned a bit during lunch, which was a simple meal at a sandwich shop on Main Street.  They’d taken a table near the back despite the restaurant being nearly empty, since it was almost 2 pm.  As they finished eating, Will passed Jen one of the ‘tip’ bills from the night before.  She read it and shot him a salacious smile before excusing herself to the ladies’ room.

When she returned, she shifted her chair so that her back was to the rest of the shop.  Then she slowly, teasingly, lifted the front of her shirt.  Will sighed at the sight of her bare breasts and Jennifer squeezed Dave’s hand for the four heartbeats that Jen remained exposed.  Then Jen lowered her shirt and casually asked about the afternoon’s plans, as if nothing had happened.  Will fumbled for an answer, before Jennifer bailed him out and said she wanted a shower next.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Jen said.  “I’m feeling sticky.”  She waggled her eyebrows at Will.  “Want to join me?”

He chuckled.  “I think it’s time to go.”

It didn’t take too long to return to the condo.  Once again, Jen started stripping the moment they cleared the door.  This time, though, Dave just watched for a moment before following Jennifer down to their room.

“I suppose you want to join me,” she said with a smile as he walked in.

He gave her a ‘who, me?’ shrug before pulling her into his arms for a quick kiss.  When they pulled back, they both began shedding their clothes.

Jennifer pulled her kimono from the closet but Dave frowned.  He didn’t find his in his suitcase, and realized he’d left it in the bathroom near the main room.

“Just go naked,” she said.  “It’s not like Will and Jen haven’t seen you before.”

“Yeah, well.”  He shrugged his shoulders.  She was right, regardless of his discomfort.

It didn’t matter anyway because, of course, Will and Jen were up in their room, using that suite’s attached shower.  Dave and Jennifer padded through the empty hall before ensconcing themselves in the warm water.  They didn’t speak much.  Mostly they enjoyed the touch and presence of the other as they soaped and washed and rinsed and then dried.

As they prepared to return to their room, though, they heard Jen’s voice from the main room.  Dave froze, and then wrapped the towel tighter around himself.  Jennifer lightly touched his arm and looked at him, questioning.

He shook his head.  “I’m sorry, I know they’ve seen me naked.”

“You’re just not an exhibitionist, are you?”

He shook his head.

“You don’t have to be.  I love you just as you are.”  She kissed him to emphasize her point.

He smiled and then shrugged.  “It just feels a little strange not to be, in this group.”

“Someone’s got to watch.”

That drew a chuckle.  “Dave Mackey, designated voyeur.”

Jennifer laughed and kissed him again.  “DV for short.”

When they pulled apart, he took a deep breath, and then opened the door.

They didn’t see the others as they returned to their room. There he dressed while Jennifer blow-dried her hair.  When they were finished, they met Will and Jen in the main room.

“So what’s the plan?” Will asked.

“Hit the hot tub?” Jen suggested with a twinkle in her eye.

Will shook his head, grinning.  “I’d rather do that after dark.”

“Why?” Jennifer asked.

“We were talking while you two were off in the woods,” Jen said, “before those guys showed up.  Will wants to do something similar, but not in the woods.”

“Like the hot tub?” Jennifer asked.

Jen nodded, her grin even larger, but Will blushed a bit.

“Uh, that’s a communal hot tub.  Won’t you run a huge risk of getting caught?” Dave asked.

“Not if we’re careful,” Jen said.  “Someone would have to get really close to see what we were doing.”

“Less risky after dark,” Will said.

Dave nodded, but it still seemed far-fetched.  People came to the hot tub, after all, and didn’t just walk by at a distance.  It would be pretty hard to hide what you were doing, or had been doing, from someone who was about to climb in the tub themselves.

But then, he hadn’t been an exhibitionist as long as Jen had.  Or Will for that matter.

He thought about that for a moment.  Was Will an exhibitionist too?  He thought of Santa Fe and also of the show they’d put on the other night.  Will certainly wasn’t shy, but Dave wasn’t sure he could call him an exhibitionist.  Of course, he wasn’t sure he couldn’t either.

But in thinking about it, he realized he’d lost the main conversational thread.  Apparently the others had decided to walk into town and do a little more browsing.  When they looked at him, he smiled and nodded.  It didn’t take too much longer to get them all out the door and on their way.

The crowds were a little thicker than they had been the day before.  They brushed past families and groups and other couples on the walks and in the stores.  Late afternoon found them leaning on the bridge railing near the alpine park.  No one felt like continuing to browse, but no one had any good ideas of what to do next.

“We could always go to dinner,” Will suggested.

Jen frowned.  “I’m not hungry.”

“Back to the condo?” Jennifer said.

“And do what?” Will asked.

“Well… I’m sure we can come up with something,” Jen said, giving Will a broad wink.

Dave chuckled quietly.  But then Jen shot him a wink too, while wetting her lips.

He froze.  He still had her blowjob coupon.  Did he want to use it?

“Why don’t we cook dinner in?” Jennifer suggested.  “We passed a supermarket on the way into town.”

“Maybe get a bottle or two of wine?” Jen added.

“Wine would be good,” Will said.  He glanced at Jen and then back at Dave.  “Real good.”

“Didn’t we pass a liquor store, just off of Main Street?” Jen asked.

“We did,” Dave said.

After a bit of discussion, they agreed that the men would walk to the liquor store while the women drove across town to pick up groceries.  Dave and Will walked in silence, which, at least for Dave, slowly became heavier and heavier.

“So,” he finally said, “what do you think is going to happen tonight?”

“The girls will put on their show.”

“And then?”

Will shrugged.

“Well… I’ve been thinking.  I’m not sure I want things to go too far.”

Will paused in his step and looked at Dave, his head tilted.

“I’m not sure I want to cash in Jen’s coupon.”

Will sighed, but resumed walking.

“Do you want me to?”

Will remained silent for a half dozen paces.  Then, “I think you should.”

“Why?”

“Because it’ll make Jen happy.”

“But will it make you happy?”

Will made a soft snort. “Well, it is the next step in voyeurism.  Watching her with other people.  One of the few games we haven’t played.”

“But you don’t have to take that step.”

“Nah, I love her.  And she wants to take it.  So I’ll take it.”

“Even though you don’t get to do anything with Jennifer in return.”

Will cracked a smile at Dave’s tone.  “Dave, as much as I’d like to do something with your girlfriend, this is about Jen.  If she’s happy, I’m happy.  And I don’t need to do anything with Jennifer to stay happy.”

“Hmmm.”  As much as he could see that, Dave wasn’t so sure.  Maybe it was something in Will’s tone, or the way the words rolled off his tongue so easily, yet his body remained so tense.  As if he were delivering lines rehearsed some time before.

But if they were rehearsed, that meant Will wasn’t going to tell him anything more.  Which was a bit disconcerting, given how close their friendship was.  Dave didn’t know what to say.

They finished their walk in silence.  In addition to the wine, Will grabbed a bottle of vodka and some Cokes, mentioning that Jen liked them more than rum and Cokes.  During the walk back, they talked about drinking preferences and some of the more novel beverages they’d had.  They arrived before the women and began mixing drinks while they waited.

When the women did bustle in, arms loaded with groceries, Will offered Jen a vodka and Coke.  She remarked how thoughtful he was as she accepted it, and then kissed him hard in thanks.  Jennifer accepted one as well, but only took small sips as she cooked.  She invited Dave to help and they soon fell into a relaxed kitchen rhythm, much as they’d come to know when Jennifer stayed over at his house back in Boulder.

They remained relaxed through dinner, all four talking and laughing and joking.  Jen told stories and flirted with Will while Jennifer smiled and watched.  Dave threw in the bon mots when he could, but was comfortable to let the conversational currents flow and eddy where they may.  It wasn’t until Will asked if anyone wanted another round of drinks that Jen sat up straight and cleared her throat.

“I think,” she said, looking at Will and Dave, “it’s time for you two to retreat to the bedroom so we can set up our stage.”

Will and Dave looked at each other and then back at Jen.

“Why should we retreat?” Will asked.

“Trust us,” Jen said.  “Now shoo.”

The men trooped up the stairs.  They didn’t talk, just hung out quietly, until the call came to return an interminable time later.

Walking down the stairs, the men found the main room completely transformed.  Most noticeably, a sheer curtain now hung across one half of the room, strung up on a line between hooks taped to the walls.  A lamp behind the curtain cast shadows on it, and soft jazz music emanated from a hidden boom box.

Two kitchen chairs sat eight feet from the curtain, facing it.  Between them rested a small end table, holding two drinks.  The women stood in front of the curtain, holding what looked like programs.  Dressed in full-length gowns, hose, heels, and even long gloves, they took Dave’s breath away.  They had their hair pinned up, looking elegant and refined.  Their eyes sparkled at the men as they waited for them to approach.

“Welcome to the Jennifers’ Cabaret,” Jen said, handing them each a program.  “Tonight’s show will be something you haven’t seen before.  Something ‘new, hot, and sexy,’ as requested.”

The men grinned at each other.

“If you’d please be seated,” Jennifer said, sweeping her arm toward the chairs.

After he’d sat, Dave examined the program.  A photo of each of the women in the gowns and gloves they now wore adorned the cover, both flashing coy smiles at the camera.  The title called this as The Fireworks Show, a Jennifers’ Production, with a symbol of interlocking J’s below the title.

Inside, bold type identified three acts: Strip Show, Silhouette Show, and Sex Show. Various ornamental flourishes surrounded the words, but that was it.  Dave flipped to the back cover, which held more pictures of Jen and Jennifer in the same gowns, but with their backs to the camera.

“Shall we begin?” Jen asked Jennifer once the men had looked up.

“I think so.”

“With your leave,” Jen said to the men, curtseying.

Jennifer turned down the room lights and the women slipped behind the curtain.

A few minutes later, the music changed from jazz to big band.

Dave laughed.  It didn’t take many trumpet notes to recognize the Joe Loss Orchestra classic, “The Stripper.”

The curtain parted and the women sauntered out.  They swayed and danced from side to side.  Slowly, and with great show, they unpinned their hair and shook it out.  Then they tugged on the fingers of their long gloves, loosening them up, and then tossing them aside.

Dave smiled.  They’d make Gypsy Rose Lee proud.

The women crossed the ‘stage,’ each standing in front of her respective partner.  Then they turned their heads to look at each other.

“Hey, Jennifer,” Jen said.

“Yeah, Jen?”

“I think we’re doing this wrong.”

Dave grinned.  This was clearly rehearsed.

“Why do you say that?” Jennifer answered.

Jen turned to Will, grinning.  “Because they boys said they wanted to see something they hadn’t seen before.”

“And they’ve seen us strip,” Jennifer said, now giving Dave the same grin.

“But the program says we’re doing a strip show,” Jen said.

Jennifer put her hand to her mouth in mock alarm.  “So what will we do?”

Jen licked her lips.  “I say we strip them.”

Neither Dave nor Will could resist laughing.  The women, thought, maintained their faux dignity.

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Jennifer said.  “Will first?”

“But of course.”

Jennifer joined Jen in tugging Will to his feet.  He tried to wrap his arms around Jen, but she just pushed them to his side.  Jennifer danced behind him and tugged on his shirt.  With a roll of his eyes, Will surrendered and let them pull his shirt up over his head.

Jennifer glanced at Dave, their eyes meeting.  She waited for a moment, and he nodded. He was fine with these antics and the nod was all she needed to be sure.  She slid around in front of Will where Jen was already undoing his shoes.

A little unsteady as they pulled down his socks, Will reached forward and braced himself with a hand on Jennifer’s shoulder.  He immediately looked at Dave with alarm, who shrugged.  Jennifer, however, backed up once Will had regained her balance.  She looked at Dave for reassurance.  Upon getting it, she knelt as Jen tugged Will’s pants to the floor.

“Have you ever seen such a great cock,” Jen cooed, running her hands over the bulge in Will’s underwear.

“I’m not seeing it,” Jennifer replied.  “Not yet, at least.”

“We should fix that,” Jen said, reaching for Will’s waistband. 

Will let out a small moan.  Jen had to work a little to get waistband past his erection, but soon Will stood there in all his glory, with two redheaded women in formal gowns kneeling at his feet.

Jen stroked Will’s cock a couple of times and then looked at Jennifer.  “I think this one’s ready,” she said, “shall we move onto yours?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Jen looked up at Will.  “You can take a seat, sweetie.”  Then she gave the head of his cock a quick kiss.

Dave was on his feet before the women had a chance to move over to him.  They laughed lightly and then tugged his shirt up, Jennifer in front and Jen behind.  This time, as Jen worked on his shoes and socks, Jennifer held his hand to steady him.  They paused just before unzipping his pants.

Jen looked at Will.  “Ready?”

His eyes were glazed.  He took a sip of his drink and nodded.

Jennifer unbuttoned Dave’s jeans and lowered the zipper.  Jen joined her in tugging them off his hips and helping him step out of them.  Then they paused again, Jen looking at Will one more time, before reaching for Dave’s underwear.

“Mmm, another great cock,” Jen said to Jennifer, as Dave stepped out of his briefs.  “Are we lucky or what?”

“We’re definitely lucky,” Jennifer said, lightly curling her fingers around his shaft.  “We’re both lucky.”

“May I?” Jen asked, raising her own hand.

“But of course.”

Jennifer released him, letting Jen’s fingers take her place.  Dave let out of long breath.  Both women knelt, smiling up at him, as Jen lightly stroked him.

Dave glanced at Will.  He was still in his trance, now stroking himself.  He looked back at the women.  Never breaking eye contact, Jennifer leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of his cock.

When she pulled back, Jen did the same.

Dave let out another long deep breath.  I guess I’m cashing in that coupon.  Somewhere in the past minutes, the music had stopped, but he only now became aware of it, as the sound of his breathing filled the room.

Jen let go of his cock and the women stood.

“I think that was a good Act One,” Jen said to Jennifer.

“Yes, it was,” came Jennifer’s rehearsed reply.

“So you know what that means?”

“Time for Act Two.”

Dave chuckled and sank into his seat.  The women actually bowed before Jennifer scurried to turn the room lights all the way off and Jen retreated behind the curtain.  Dave shared a silent chuckle with Will as they waited.  Soon music—blues this time—began playing.  Then a bright light snapped on behind the curtain, backlighting the women standing between it and the curtain.

Of course.  Silhouettes.

The women swayed, their arms raised, the shadows flickering against the curtain.  Dave found it disconcerting when the shadows crossed—he kept thinking he’d hear a whack or cry of contact, but never did.  Shadows don’t have depth, he told himself, but it still didn’t stop the urge to flinch.

A few moments later, the women paused.  As Robert Cray sang about needing new blood, they turned sideways and faced left.  The woman facing out—Dave couldn’t tell if it was Jennifer or Jen—scooped her hair up and bent her neck slightly.  The other woman reached out and, in an exaggerated gesture, unzipped the first woman’s dress.

Dave let out a long breath.

The first woman slowly pulled her arms out of the dress and then slid it to her waist.  Then the other woman took over, helping push it over her hips so it dropped to the floor.  The first woman stepped out of it, letting the second scoop it up.  Then she held it out, letting the fabric unfold and flutter slightly.  While the first woman struck a variety of poses, the second one strode to the edge of the curtain and thrust the dress out.  Dave stared at the exposed arm, trying to guess whose it was, but he didn’t have long.  After a measure of music, she released the dress, letting it plummet to the ground.

When she returned to the center of the spotlight, the women repeated the scene.  They turned sideways and made a show of unzipping the second woman’s dress, with the first woman helping her.  Then the first women held up the dress, before walking to the side of the curtain.

This time Dave watched the dress and not the arm.  The one that fluttered to the ground was the one Jen had been wearing.  Which meant she was the second woman, and so if he could watch carefully….

Once again, after swaying to the beat in front of the spotlight for a moment or two, the women turned sideways.  This time Jen (assuming he had them correctly identified) placed her hands in the middle of Jennifer’s back.  Dave couldn’t tell quite what she was doing until Jennifer put her hands on her shoulders and pulled them forward, removing her bra.  She turned and held it in front of the spotlight, making it unequivocally clear what it was.  She then walked to the side of the curtain and dropped the bra on top of the dresses.

Again, they repeated the scene, with Jennifer unhooking Jen’s bra, Jen holding it up to cast clear shadows on the curtain, and then leaving the lingerie with the other clothes.

When she returned to the center, the two women faced each other, their profiles crisp enough to highlight their breasts.  Dave strained, trying to see a shadow of a nipple.  He couldn’t quite make one out.

It didn’t help when Jen reached her hands out toward Jennifer’s breasts.  The shadows merged, concealing all details.  Dave groaned in frustration.  He couldn’t tell if they were actually touching, or just faking, letting the shadows deceive him and Will.

Thinking of Will, Dave glanced over at his fellow audience member.  Will’s gaze was riveted on the curtain, his right hand busy in his own lap.  Dave chuckled, took a sip of his drink, and returned his attention to the show.

There, the shadows blurred even further.  It appeared that both women were touching each other’s breasts.  Not quite sure, Dave strained and twisted in his seat, trying to get a better view.

Then they gave it to him.

Jennifer placed her hands behind her head and arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward.  Jen stepped back and then extended one arm, her finger pointed.  She placed the finger on Jennifer’s collar bone, and then slowly ran it down her front.

Dave let out a long breath.  The motion was too smooth to be faked.  When the shadow of Jen’s finger slid across Jennifer’s breasts, he couldn’t help but drop his hand to his own erection.

Jen swirled her fingers around Jennifer’s breasts for a few moments, keeping her hand extended so that the shadows were clear.  Then she knelt in front of her friend and began tugging her panties off.

Like with the dresses, they made an exaggerated show of removing Jennifer’s underwear and then Jen’s.  Both times, they discarded them on top of the pile of clothes to the side of the curtain.  After doing so, the shadows implied Jen caressing Jennifer’s ass, until the single finger trick confirmed that they were indeed touching.

As Jen pulled her finger away and straightened up, Jennifer turned to face her.  The women stood a few inches apart, their profiles crisp in the silhouette. Then they raised the arms, putting them around each other.  They stepped forward and their shadows merged.

Once again, Dave tried to find any clue of what they were really doing.  They might be kissing, but they might not be.  The shadows of their hair just made it too hard to tell.

Before he could get frustrated, though, they stepped back.  Holding each other at arm’s length, Jen raised a finger and ran it down Jennifer’s face, pausing at her mouth.  Dave guessed that Jennifer was sucking lightly, but couldn’t be sure.  Then Jen pulled her finger back and slowly, ever so slowly, leaned in with puckered lips.

Dave let out a low moan of frustration when the shadows merged.  He still couldn’t be sure they were kissing, even though their faces remained close for some time.

The women parted, first to arm’s length, and then all the way apart.  Jennifer danced and swayed while Jen pulled a chair into the spotlight.  She took a few moments shifting it around before sitting down on the edge of the seat, her legs forming crisp shadows on the curtain.

Dave sucked in his breath as Jennifer knelt in front of the chair.  She placed her hands on Jen’s thighs and then began fiddling with them.  He realized what she was doing after a few moments—rolling Jen’s stockings down her legs.  First one, then the other, with Jen pointing her toes as the last of the silk slid off.

Dave let go of his cock.  As turned on as he was, he didn’t want to come yet, and he could feel the pressure already building.  He glanced quickly at Will, who was still entranced by the show and not stopping.

Back ‘on stage,’ Jennifer dropped the stockings on the pile of clothes outside the curtain.  Meanwhile, Jen shifted the chair around 180 degrees, taking some effort to set it perpendicular to the spotlight.  Jennifer pulled the curtain open a bit and then returned to the chair and struck the same pose that Jen had held moments before.

With exaggerated movements, Jen knelt in front of Jennifer and placed her hands on her friend’s thighs.  Jennifer raised one leg, letting Jen roll her stockings down.  Jen whirled it above her head and tossed it aside.  She then rolled the other one down.

Will moaned.  Dave’s head jerked, and he realized that the music had once again stopped.  The women hadn’t, though, and Jen whirled the other stocking above her head before letting it fly to the side.

Then Dave’s breath caught.  Jennifer slowly raised both her legs and Jen scooted forward to the very edge of the chair.  Then Jennifer lowered her limbs, placing them across Jen’s shoulders.  Jen’s head bent forward and the shadow merged with Jennifer’s thighs.

“Mmmm.”

Dave blinked.  That was Jennifer’s voice, not Will’s. 

Jennifer placed one hand on the back of Jen’s head and moaned again.

“Oh Gawd,” Will groaned.

Dave silently seconded that motion.  He couldn’t help but start stroking his cock again, desperately wishing he could see more.

Jen and Jennifer shifted a bit in front of the spotlight, letting Jennifer lower her feet to the floor.  Jen didn’t move away and the shadow of her head remaining ensconced between Jennifer’s thighs.  Jennifer, though, reached one hand toward the edge of the curtain.  She curled her hand around it, and pulled it open even further.

Unfortunately, it only slid about six inches before sticking, to the loud groans of both men.  Jennifer tugged on it, but then gasped and let go of it, returning her hands to Jen’s head.

Will stood, unsteadily moving toward the curtain.  Dave took a deep breath and followed.

They paused, inches away, neither quite daring to touch the fabric.  Dave’s heart pounded and his hand drifted to his cock again.  Was he ready for this?

It didn’t matter—Jennifer grabbed the curtain again and yanked.  Will helped push it aside and then let out another moan.  Dave let out a gasp as well.

Before them, Jen knelt, her mouth pressed against Jennifer’s pussy.  Her eyes danced, seeing the guys. She pulled back just an inch and made a show of running her tongue up and down Jennifer’s labia.

“Act Three,” Jennifer gasped, her chest heaving.

Jen lowered her head once again, pressing her full mouth against Jennifer’s sex.  She licked and sucked until, with a loud moan, Jennifer arched her back and trembled as her orgasm took her.

She wasn’t the only one.  With a shout, Will sprayed semen across the women, splattering Jennifer’s stomach and breasts and Jen’s hair. 

Jen pulled back and looked at him, her head tilted.  “So much for giving you a blowjob.”

Will’s face reddened, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

“How about you?” Jen asked, looking at Dave.

He took a deep breath and turned to Jennifer.  She smiled back, though from afterglow or agreement wasn’t clear.  He looked at Will, who only stared down at his own softening cock.

Dave slowly nodded.

Jen tapped Jennifer on the thigh and slid back.  Jennifer got to her feet, her legs not quite steady, and motioned for Dave to take the chair.  He quickly sat on the edge, letting Jen nestle up between his knees.

Jen smiled up at him and gingerly reached forward to wrap her fingers around his cock.  Her eyes darted to the side, toward Will probably, but Dave didn’t turn to look at his friend.  Instead, he focused all his attention forward, letting the image of her lowering her mouth to his cock burn into his brain.

Jen slid her lips down his shaft, sucking more than half his cock into her mouth.  She clamped on tight, causing him to gasp.  Then she slowly pulled back, her nostrils flaring. She swirled her tongue around the tip before inhaling his shaft once again.

It was too much—Dave had been on edge too long.  As Jen pulled back a second time, he cried out and exploded in her mouth.

Jen pulled back, grinning, as some semen escaped her lips and dribbled down her chin.  She looked past Dave once again, but this time her eyes widened in alarm.  Dave swiveled to look at Will.

Will’s eyes were closed, his face twisted in pain.  The room fell silent.  Will opened his eyes, looking from friend to friend.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he said.  “I thought I could handle this and I can’t.”

Will turned and bolted toward the stairs.  Stunned, the three of them just watched him go.

--Fin--

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