The Boyfriend's Dad(30)
She giggled, looking at Eddie as she thanked Jason, and she saw that her boy-friend’s face was slightly flushed, and she figured that he, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the beer. But she didn’t care, for she was now enjoying herself, feeling giddy and light-hearted, almost carefree. Tamera was no longer sorry about coming, not in the slightest, and Jason wasn’t half as bad as she’d thought he’d been acting toward her, and Eddie was still handsome, urbane, and she liked him more and more.
Jason wiped a hand across his perspiring forehead. “Whew! It’s getting hotter, or is it just me?”
Eddie grinned. “A little of both. Why don’t we go for a swim?”
“Good idea…” Jason stood, stretching, waited for Tamera and Eddie—and then the three of them ran squealing and laughing to the pool and tumbled in, creating one large splash. They dove and swam, splashing water at one another and ducking heads, howling and giggling, and generally carrying on like water-rats. The day passed quickly, a combination of drinking, swimming, and sunning on the tile rim, and whatever thought Tamera might have had about the prudence of being in water-soaked, almost transparent panties and bra was forgotten. She even liked being so daring, and consciously strutted, pushing her breasts forward, knowing that her nipples could be seen through the material, and that her vaginal lips were contoured provocatively. Eddie’s shorts kept slipping, and a couple of times, she’d caught glimpses of his pubic hair, and his penis and testicles were exposed blatantly in the material, making her tingle with sexual excitement and desire…
Finally the evening came, and a cooling breeze started somewhere, wafting over the patio and pool. They had one last beer, and then Jason said: “Well, what say we move the party indoors for something to eat and leave the doors open.”
“All right,” Eddie said. He rubbed his arms.
“I’ve got a few goosebumps after all that water and hot sun.”
Tamera looked at herself critically. “Gee, I’m still soaking wet. I shouldn’t go in the house, make marks on your rugs and things. Besides, I can’t go home like this.”
“Well, go take them off,” Eddie said.
“Eddie!”
Jason laughed. “He means use the guest room, Tamera, right?”
“Sure. Jason can give you a towel or something, and a few minutes out here will dry your bra and panties, and then you can dress. How’s that?”
Tamera cocked her eyebrow. “Walk around in a towel?”
“I’ll bring you a washcloth, if you prefer.” Jason said.
“No thanks,” she giggled. “I’ll take the biggest towel you’ve got.”
“Tamera,” Jason said, “You’d be surprised how big a one I’ve got.” It was all in fun, this teasing, yet at the same time Tamera felt a certain sensation of excitement surge through her at the thought of parading around in front of Eddie and her girlfriend’s boyfriend in a skimpy towel. She sensed her face flushing and when Jason brought her a large, fluffy beach towel from a hall closet, she took it quickly and hurried to the guest room.
In the bathroom, she stripped off her bra and panties, which were cold and wet against her skin, and she rubbed herself dry with the towel. She caught her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door, as she walked into the bedroom, and paused to study how she looked after one full day of being a non-virgin. The tell-tale haggardness was gone, she saw; the old lines and black rings around her eyes had disappeared—for it had been a lack of sleep, not her wild exhibition last night which had caused the wretched look to her this morning. No superfluous flesh; no blotched, bruised skin; and her body was still as captivating as ever, though now tinted a pinkish hue from the toweling. She padded bare-foot to the bed and sat down to dry her feet, and the soft, silky hairs at the vee of her loins drew her attention. God, she was suddenly hot. It must have been all that beer, she thought; well, she could see that she’d have to keep to coffee later on…
The door opened gently, and she bolted to her feet, holding the towel in front of her. Jason stood there, unmoving, wearing only his yellow bathing suit.
“Jason!” she gasped. “What are you doing here?”
“What do you think?” he grinned with excitement.
“Get out! If Eddie caught you here, he’d kill you!”
“Naw, don’t worry your pretty little head over Eddie. He’s busy in the livingroom.” He chuckled lewdly. “So I thought I’d come to see if you’re okay.”
“I’m just fine! Now please! Leave me alone!”