"The whole thing was in extremely bad taste," Maddie said with mild indignation.
Angelina shrugged. "It's just sex," she said casually as she diced the celery. "You do know that people like to fuck each other, right?"
Maddie sighed in retort. "Whatever. I'm sorry; I still can't believe he had sex right in front of us."
"In front of
us?"
Eddie chuckled from across the kitchen. "He her nailed 'er in front of the whole bleedin' world!"
I said nothing and dutifully kept my eyes on the pot of spaghetti sauce I was stirring on the stove. I wasn't sure how to react. Despite my boldness earlier that day, I was now feeling surprisingly awkward. After my unplanned public tryst with Dot on the beach, the rest of the afternoon had been more normal than I could have dared to expect. Though unasked, Dot had wisely gathered her things and moved on after her post-coitus swim, allowing us to continue the photoshoot without distraction. We all knew our roles and we performed them as professionals. Despite that, the fact that my co-workers had just watched me have sex with an anonymous bystander was constantly on my mind. Secretly, almost involuntarily replaying the scene in my head — struggling to comprehend the reality of it — had kept me rather horny. It didn't help that Maddie and Angie spent the afternoon alternating between extreme states of undress and outright nudity, even after sundown finally put an end to our photo session. I had kept my baggy shorts on the rest of the day, thankful that they hid the slight engorgement my cock was periodically experiencing.
I looked up across the kitchen to see Eddie giving me a wry grin. "And cheers to ya for it, me mate — a damned respectable boffin' it was. I din' think ya had it in ya'!"
"That big blonde chick definitely had it in HER," Angie said with a joking leer.
"Look," I said seriously. "When she gets here, don't make a big thing about it. I don't know her; she might not like to be teased."
"I'm going out," Maddie announced. "Enjoy your dinner."
"Don't you want to wait until Dot gets here?" I asked.
"Why would I?" Maddie said indignantly. "You just said you don't know this woman. Well, I know her even less." She smoothed the bright yellow club dress that clung to her curves, then tossed her hair. "I'm not the one who fucked her. I didn't even talk to her." Maddie gave a shrug and swiped the keys to the van off the counter.
"Hey, I didn't say you could take the van!" Eddie exclaimed. "That's rented on my credit card!"
His protests had no impact on Maddie. "None of the rest of you are going to use it. You'll all just stay here and have your pretend little family dinner. You'll probably all be in bed by ten." Her first point was valid. With a fully equipped kitchen at the beach house and a lack of decent restaurants for quite a distance down the shore road, it was much less hassle at the end of a long day to stay in and cook a communal meal. 'Stay in,' however, was not part of Maddie's vocabulary. She lived for gourmet dinners and expensive drinks, preferably at somebody else's expense.
"Don't wait up, mom," Maddie said to Eddie in her usual, droll way. She turned and left, the screen door banging loudly behind her.
"What an entitled bitch," Angie said.
"I heard that, ya little cunt!" Maddie yelled back from outside. The sound of the van's motor erupted and disappeared into the gathering darkness.
Angie stepped close to me. She was wearing nothing but a thong bikini bottom and flip-flops, and a dark, firm, bare tit brushed my arm as she slid the celery and herbs off the cutting board and into the sauce pot. I was used to seeing Angie topless, and normally that type of innocent, incidental contact would not have made that big an impact on me. In my sexually-focused state, however, I found it immediately arousing. I knew better than to think it meant anything to her — even if I had been female.
"Stand back," Eddie said. Wearing only a chef's apron, he cautiously carried the boiling spaghetti pot to the sink and poured the contents through a strainer. "This is perfectly el dente," he said. "if your girlfriend doesn't show up soon, we eat without her. I won't put up with sticky, starchy pasta."
"This sauce needs a few more minutes," I replied. "And please don't call her my girlfriend; I don't even know her."
Eddie took off the apron and laid it over a chair. "I have time for a quick shower, then." He crossed nude to the stairs and dashed up.
I don't even know her,
I said once more to myself. I had already seen Dot nude. I had watched her diddle her clit. I had pushed my erect member deep into her pussy, felt her orgasm, and squirted my cum all over her belly. But I didn't know her — not even in the least, really. I had fucked a stranger, something I could never say before. It was an odd realization, but not an uncomfortable one. In fact, it made my cock tingle. That made me somewhat anxious. Unlike my baggies, the khaki shorts I'd put on after my own shower wouldn't do much to hide an erection now.
Just then, there was a rap on the screen door. "Hello?" came a cheery female voice. I immediately went to the door. Through the screen, Dot appeared to be dressed in a pair of denim bib overalls with a purple lycra jog bra under them.
"Hi, thanks for coming!" I said enthusiastically and opened the door. "Come in!"
As she stepped in, I realized that Dot was actually wearing a bib-style denim jumper. The hem of the skirt was not quite miniskirt-short, ending about half way down her chubby, tanned thighs. The strappy, purple sandals on her feet matched the tight-fitting tank top that restrained her ample bosom. She'd done her hair; the curls in her chestnut hair were much larger than when we'd met on the beach. She wore muted pink lipstick and just a hint of eye shadow. She smelled of rose petals and baby powder.
"Am I on time?" Dot asked politely.
"Your timing is perfect," I said. "Dot, this is Angelina, she one of the mod— um, my friend."
"Nice to meet you," Angelina said warmly. "Well, meet you again, I suppose." She stepped over and gave Dot a polite hug. As they broke their embrace, Dot gestured to her topless mode. "Am I overdressed?" Dot asked shyly. "I had no idea how to dress. Or
if
to dress."
"Oh god, I wasn't thinking. I should've covered up," Angie said. She reached for the white men's dress shirt that she'd left draped over a chair.
"Why?" Dot laughed. "We met on a nude beach; we've all seen each other's bodies. Hell, y'all watched me fuck! I can't see much call for decorum at this point."
The argument must have made sense to Angie. She continued to pull on the shirt but didn't bother to button it. "Damn, I just love the way this girl thinks," Angie said to me with a grin.
"You look perfect," I said to Dot, trying to sound reassuring. I'd never seen her in clothes before, so I hadn't known what to expect, but she really did look damned cute. Not just "cute for a fat chick," either. Cute. Cuddly. Adorable. Sexy. Her broad, natural smile only added to the attraction. She was the kind of woman I hoped to fuck again, and soon.
Eddie came back downstairs wearing an oversized tank top and an ultra-short pair of cutoffs that displayed a good chunk of his ass. His hair was still wet. "Let's eat!" he said enthusiastically.
Dot looked at the table. "You're eating in here?" she asked. The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to respond. Dot pointed at the sliding glass door facing the beach. "We've got such a gorgeous evening right out there."
