At 8pm, the reception finally came to an end. Dan and his new bride boarded a limo and headed out into their own future. We waved them away and stood on the curb, drunk and restless. I turned to Marcella and Belinda to see if they were ready to go home, but Belinda had already dialed Bruce on her phone again. She waited until it went to voice mail and was clearly frustrated when she canceled the call and dropped the phone back into her purse. I finally asked “So what do you guys feel like doing?”
Belinda made no effort to hide her hurt or her anger. “Let’s go get a drink somewhere that we can smoke.” Belinda hadn’t had a cigarette in almost a year. She was angry.
“Uh… Okay.” I smiled, shuffling through my mind for somewhere we could go. There were several bars nearby, but I could only imagine Belinda getting even more drunk and causing some kind of embarrassing scene she would later regret. I thought about my mom’s house, but I didn’t want my mother to see Belinda that way. I then remembered my dad’s house. He was in California on a business trip and always kept a large collection of wine on hand. “Do you wanna go to my dad’s house? He’s out of town on business and it’s just sitting there empty.”
“Can we smoke there?” Belinda asked.
“In the backyard, plus he’s got a shitload of wine we can drink.” I said. Marcella smiled.
Belinda did not.
With that, the three of us left the reception hall. We stopped at a convenient store and grabbed two packs of cigarettes and continued on to my father’s house.
I found the spare key he had hidden under a rock in the garden and we went inside. Belinda was pretty tipsy and headed straight to the back yard. Marcella followed her out and I went to look at my father’s wine collection. I filled up three glasses with something old and red and headed outside. The temperature had dropped significantly. It had to have been in the mid-fifties. Belinda was dropping her phone back into her purse again and saying “Mother Fucker!” when I handed Marcella a glass of wine.
“What?” Marcella asked, already knowing the answer.
“Bruce still isn’t answering his fucking phone!” Belinda whined. “Plus it’s fucking freezing out here!” she added as she lit a cigarette. She took a long deep draw from it. “Oh, shit that feels good.” she exhaled.
“Maybe he’s in a meeting or something.” Marcella chimed in.
“It’s 9:30 in Florida. Who has a meeting at 9:30 at night?” Belinda barked. Her mood had gone from bad to worse.
Marcella was determined to cheer her up. “He’s a club owner, right? Club owners have meetings this late, don’t they?”
“Not with Investors.” Belinda replied, taking a huge gulp of wine. “He’s probably meeting somebody though.”
Just as I sat down, Marcella clenched her body and rubbed her arms. “Are you almost done with that cigarette? It’s fucking cold out here.”
Writer’s note: Before I go on, I have to describe the yard that we were sitting in. It’s a pretty cool backyard. When you step out of the back door, if you turned right, you would see a 10 foot by 18 foot deck with four patio chairs, a table and a four person hot tub on the far side. This was where we were seated. Shooting off of the deck was a three foot wide walkway which led to 6 stairs, which led to a deck that overlooked an above-ground pool. On that deck was another set of chairs. Anyway, where were we?… Oh, yeah! So, Marcella was cold…
I could hear the hum of the water pump underneath the hot tub. I stood up and walked over to it. I lifted the vinyl lined Styrofoam shell that covered it just high enough to stick my fingers in the water. It was hot. “The hot tub is on. If we get in, we’ll be warm and you can still smoke.” I suggested.
Belinda looked up at me. She looked annoyed and drunk. She was actually starting to act really bitchy. “What are we gonna wear, one of your step mom’s swimsuits? She’s way bigger than we are.”
I looked back to her as I pulled the lid all the way off. “Just go in your underwear. It’s like a bathing suit right?” I really was trying to be helpful… Maybe a little manipulative… Sue me.
Belinda stubbed out her cigarette. “Johnny, these are formal dresses. I’m pretty sure neither one of us is wearing a bra.”
I stepped closer to where they were sitting. “Perfect.” I smiled.
Belinda finally let her guard down. She began laughing hysterically. “Same old Johnny. Still trying to see my titties.” she drunkenly smiled. Marcella sat back and grinned.
“I’m kidding. Look, I’ll go grab some of my dad’s old tee shirts. You can wear those, okay? That way, you can smoke as much as you want without all of us freezing our asses off.”
“Fine.” Belinda said, catching her breath. Marcella laughed and nodded her approval.
Belinda and Marcella followed me into my father’s bedroom. I fished out two dark colored tee shirts for them to wear and then left them alone. I took off my tuxedo jacket in the dining room and hung it on a chair at the table. I then removed my shirt, shoes, socks and pants. I debated on whether or not to take off my undershirt. Then I thought: “I’m a guy. What the fuck am I doing?” and took off the tee shirt. I was down to just my flannel boxers when the door to my father’s bedroom slowly opened and Belinda and Marcella stepped out wearing nothing but their panties and some old baggy tee shirts. (I was assuming they were wearing their panties, although I couldn’t actually see them. -JJJ) Both their hair and makeup were still mostly perfect and the stark contrast of that against my dad’s old worn out tee’s was almost comical. The shirts hung low and loose down to mid thigh on both of them yet they still managed to look incredibly sexy.
I grabbed three oversized towels and the three of us ran from the back door to the hot tub and one by one, climbed in. I was the last one in, so I handed Belinda and Marcella their wine glasses and put Belinda’s cigarettes on the table nearby.
During the summer of 1999, we had all three had sex together a number of times and my dad’s backyard had been one of several places we had used when we experimented with each other. In fact, in that very same hot tub, Belinda and Marcella had had a blow job contest with yours truly acting as judge. A clear winner could never be crowned though. Too many variables. Either way, that memory popped into my mind and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I missed being young.
Belinda had finally lightened up a bit. She was smoking another cigarette and I had just returned with our third round of wine. She and Marcella were laughing at something they were talking about and I finally felt like the night was going to turn out okay. I leaned toward Belinda. “Can I get one of those cigarettes?” I asked.
“Sure.” Belinda smiled.
I grabbed a cigarette and lit it up. I hadn’t smoked in a few weeks. I hadn’t really quit at that point, but had cut back quite a lot. “Thanks.” I smiled.
We sat in the tub for another fifteen minutes or so, talking and laughing. I was genuinely happy that Belinda was having a good time. Belinda then leaned forward a bit. “Oh, my god it’s so hot in here. I’m actually sweating.”
“Me too.” Marcella agreed.
With that, Belinda rose up out of the water and sat down on the lip of the hot tub. The porch lights were bright and despite how dark the tee shirt was, I could very easily make out every curve of her beautiful body as the dark wet material clung to her form. The night air was cool and steam plumed from her body. The chill in the air quickly cooled the water soaked into the shirt and I happily watched as her nipples began to rise and push against the wet cloth. She threw her head back and let out a sigh of relief and I immediately registered movement in my boxers.
Immediately after that, Marcella rose up and joined her on the side of the tub and I watched the same transformation take place beneath her shirt as well.
I was dumb-founded. I had seen both of them naked, years before. Now they were both sitting in clinging wet tee shirts with their nipples at full attention. My imagination did the rest of the work and in moments, i was at full attention. Then Marcella looked down at me. “This feels so good Johnny. You should try it.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. I had only a moment to come up with a suitable response. The mood was very light and playful at that point, so I decided I would just be honest. “I have an enormous hard on right now.”
It was the right response. Both of them let out deep belly laughs as soon as the words left my mouth. I just smiled in response. They had to have known how hot they both looked. Either way, it kept the light mood of the night going and I was happy for that. They both slid back down into the water, still giggling. Belinda grabbed her wine glass and saw that it was empty. “I’m gonna get some more wine. Who needs a refill?”
Marcella and I simultaneously said “I do.” and Belinda rose up and collected our glasses.
Marcella watched Belinda over my shoulder as she slid the heavy glass door open and slipped inside. She immediately rose up out of the water and, to my surprise, she peeled the front of her wet tee shirt up away from her body exposing her glistening breasts. She then proceeded to lean over me, smothering me with her naked breasts. “Are you still hard?” she asked as she reached toward my crotch under the water.
“Fuck yes.” I said as she squeezed my cock outside of my boxers. She then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to my feet. I stood in the cold night air as she jerked the front of my boxers down. I was terrified that Belinda might walk out and see us. She wasn’t my girlfriend anymore, but it could still be devastating for her to see Marcella and I sneaking moments of intimacy behind her back.
Memories of making love with Marcella the night before flooded my mind and I found myself caring less and less about getting caught. Marcella reached up with her free hand and grabbed my cock. She urgently pulled it into her mouth and aggressively jerked and sucked me off. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and after about thirty seconds, Marcella finally pulled away and I slid back down into the warm water as she pulled the front of her shirt back down. Marcella then turned around and sat at my side. Above the surface, she was just sitting next to me about a foot away. Beneath the surface, her fingers wrapped around my swollen organ and began to gently glide up and down.
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