Just then Pete stepped out of the bathroom.
Cindy gave a little gasp, jerked her mouth away from Tom's, and tugged the towel up over her bare tits. Tom laughed and eased her down on the bed again.
"Hey Cindy," he said, "it's okay. Pete and me are buddies. He doesn't mind if you and I make out a little. Do you, Pete?"
Pete was lounging in the doorway, clad in a towel, grinning at them. "Hell, no," he said coolly. "I'll just have myself another drink. Don't mind me. Just pretend I'm not here."
That was very difficult for Cindy to do. As Pete strolled past the bed and started to mix himself another drink, studiously keeping his back to them, she was acutely aware of his presence. It just didn't seem right to be making out while another person was in the room.
Still Tom's kisses and caresses were very exciting to her. They gradually mellowed her out, and soon she was kissing him back hungrily, less and less aware of Pete, who was lounging on the other bed sipping his drink. Pete turned on his transistor radio to a rock station, and that helped, too. When Tom began to ease the towel down over her tits again, Cindy purred and didn't even protest.
"God, they're nice," Tom whispered as he once again cupped the soft warm mounds of her boobs. "So soft…"
Cindy basked like a contented cat in his arms, allowing him to play with her big satiny jugs. He rubbed his palms over the bright-pink nipples, and they quickly responded to his touch, going erect and bumpy and very sensitive. Little jolts of pleasure streaked right down to her pussy every time he stroked her nipples.
Cindy kissed and licked and nibbled his ears, nose, and cheeks, following her natural instinct to play with his attractive young body. She was getting very very horny, and she knew it. She wished someone would turn out the light, and then maybe, if they were very quiet, she and Tom could fuck. Just a quick one would be better than this protracted longing, this aching need.
"Oh, baby," Tom moaned, "I want you."
He held her harder than before and pressed his flushed face against her tits, rubbing his cheeks over the soft resilient mounds of flesh. He slid his mouth onto one of her nipples and used the tip of his tongue to tickle wetly on the tender nub of flesh.
"Oohhh," Cindy moaned.
It felt delicious. Cream boiled hotly in her aroused pussy, and she felt it wetting her inner thighs. She wanted to fuck him so badly… If only Pete would disappear. Why couldn't he take a hint? Cindy glanced over at the other bed and saw that Pete was lying there watching them. How gross. Surely he could see that they wanted to fuck, that he should go away for a while.
She felt Tom's hand sliding up her bare silky legs. He reached the towel and started to slide his hand under it, but Cindy panicked and went stiff beneath him.
"Tom, no," she whispered, "we can't, not while Pete is watching."
"Oh, forget about him," Tom said. "He'll just shine it on. It's okay. Come on, baby, I need you real bad."
"Well, at least turn off the light," said Cindy nervously.
But he didn't get up and turn off the light. He lay down on her again, pinning her with his weight, and clamped his mouth hotly onto her nipple. He began to suck it wetly and noisily, and Cindy moaned softly as hot blasts of pleasure shot right from her aroused pink nipple to her seething wet pussy. Helplessly she writhed against him, squeezing his shoulders, moving her belly rhythmically against his. She wanted to fuck him so much…
Tom's hand slid under the towel and clamped possessively on her moist curly pussy-mound. Cindy knew she should protest. It was a wicked thing for him to feel up her cunt while Pete was watching. But it electrified her, made her pussy boil with excitement, and she couldn't bring herself to move. He molded and squeezed her furry little snatch, and fierce pleasure shot through her. She felt her cunt burning with need, her hot juice seeping out to wet the meeting place of her thighs.
"Let me touch you," Tom whispered hoarsely.
She knew what he meant, and again she couldn't bring herself to protest. She wanted that wicked exploration, the eager fingers tickling inside her cunt. She moaned and let her legs fall apart a little, and Tom quickly slid his hand between her thighs. He felt the searing heat and the wet, plump tissues of her pussy. He ran his hand eagerly back and forth over her silky slit, and Cindy whimpered and bucked against him. A scalding burst of cunt-juice soaked his hand.
His playing fingers lulled her into a sensual dizziness, and Cindy slumped back limply on the bed, opening her legs even wider and letting him touch her at will. She loved the swift but gentle rubbing of her clit and the plump sensitive lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes and made a lusty gurgling noise in her throat.