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to beach duty and caught her attention. Unlike the other female attendant, Chloe was now topless and wearing tiny suit bottoms, having possibly realized this combination could augment tips. Her breasts were very small but intriguing nonetheless.

When she reached our cabana she managed a warm smile. Susan ordered another pitcher. I knew I needed to pace myself so I ordered a Coke. Chloe nodded and retreated, giving me a view of her bikini bottom from behind. It comprised no more than several square inches of fabric.

“Jesus, get a room!” whispered Marci, noting my momentary obsession. Fortunately, she laughed.

I wasn’t attracted to Chloe, at least not to her personally. But generally speaking, I couldn’t deny my attraction to women, Chloe included, but purely as a sample form. This attraction wasn’t an option. I didn’t select it—it was an essential part of nature’s plan. When God designed Eve, he was right on the money, and this attraction informed the energy that populated the planet.

For me, only two women held the key to releasing that energy—Susan and Marci. Could Meg possibly hold the key too? I didn’t know, and the fact that I didn’t know troubled me. I didn’t even know why that question came to mind. I liked Meg well enough, but I had never wondered about her sexually. Now, I faced the prospect of seeing her topless, and this prospect filled me with a warming anticipation despite my best efforts to ignore it.

Chapter 28: This Is Fun

ADULTS AT PLAY

“Hey everybody, let’s swim!” said Marci, during a lull in their conversation.

“I’m not ready yet,” said Susan. “Ryan will go with you. He loves to swim.”

“I’ll stay with Susan,” said Meg. “You boys can go.”

Boys?

Harold seemed agreeable to the idea, and I knew it would help clear my mind of residual fumes from the prior night’s drinking as well as the current day’s consumption. Marci sat up on her knees.

“What do you think?” she asked of no one particular. “Can I go like this?” She was referring to her naked breasts.

“Other women are walking around topless,” said Susan. “So is our waitress.”

“Gosh,” said Meg. “You two are topless! I didn’t even notice!” She untied her top and tossed it at Harold. “You don’t mind, do you Harold?”

I now felt like sticking around.

“Not at all,” said Harold. He removed his T-shirt, revealing an admirably trim and taut physique. I removed mine as well, which meant we were all now topless. Meg’s breasts were surprisingly pert and I had trouble not looking at them.

“You’ll need your sandals,” said Marci. “The sand is hot as fuck.”

Harold and I followed Marci to the water and we all dove in. It felt wonderful, and I was instantly revived. Marci went under for a long time before surfacing like a graceful dolphin, the water streaming beautifully over her lovely breasts. She gave me a soulful kiss then laughed.

“This feels funny around your friend here.” She smiled at Harold. “You don’t mind, do you, Harold?”

“Not at all.”

“It’s too bad Emily left for the day,” she said. “It sounded like you two had fun last night.”

“Marci,” I said. “I’m not sure that’s the right thing to say.”

Harold smiled but didn’t respond.

“I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I knew what you meant,” said Harold. “It was an astute observation. Anyway, Meg and I are happy spending time with you all. I’m not sure that would have happened with Gail and Emily still around.”

I couldn’t disagree. If Emily and Gail had remained, it would be even weirder than it already was, plus we would have exceeded the cabana’s capacity. Still missing from our party was Greg. Susan said he would be joining us later.

As for Gail and Emily, I knew I wasn’t interested in an orgy, and their absence mitigated that possibility. For the balance of the day, these were the known knowns: I was with Marci, Susan with Greg, and Harold with his wife. That wouldn’t change until Gail and Emily returned the next day. In the meantime, would Harold and Meg feel put out, being the only real couple still sleeping with each other?

I wondered if that fact would somehow shift the day’s dynamics, and the wonder led to imagining several scenarios, none of which appeared inconceivable. I pictured Harold with Susan and Marci, and it intrigued me in a most beguiling way.

“Let’s walk the beach,” said Marci, after we’d tread water for all of five minutes. “I love doing that.”

We followed her out of the water.

“Let’s go that way,” she said, pointing north. “We went the other way before.”

“It looks the same both ways,” I said.

“Then it doesn’t matter.” I was sure I would see the logic in that comment at some later point. Marci got between us as we started our walk. Her being topless in public along with this mobility was beginning to excite me. Fortunately, my trunks had built in support and were generously cut. A Speedo would have been disastrous.

“So, Harold,” she said. “How do you like being with a younger woman?”

“Marci, really,” I said.

“You mean Emily,” he said. “It’s okay, Ryan. I see her point. She’s maybe twelve years younger than myself. I’d never thought of it that way.”

“Does Meg let you sleep with anybody?”

Harold laughed. “No. It’s not like that.”

Marci’s prying was putting me on edge, not that I wasn’t interested in her questions. For his part, Harold kept pretty tight lipped which didn’t surprise me. He wasn’t the type to boast or highlight his ability to “bang young chicks”. In this regard, both Harold and I were unlike most men I knew, including many in our own firm.

Marci’s swinging breasts, which could not possibly be overemphasized, were now driving me nuts. She was nearly naked and talking to one of my closest friends in broad daylight. I struggled not with these plain facts, but with the idea she was permitting Harold to see her this way. Somehow, it seemed unbalanced, but then I remembered Meg had removed her top and settled down.

“You

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