Nudity is For The Birds

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Robin and Jay found themselves both smiling at his rant, any embarrassment gone. Any other day, they’d have been more then uncomfortable sitting sharing another couple’s kitchen table buck naked, let alone being overheard as they’d been.

“I can see why you made such an impression on Dad as a teacher, Tom.”

Ruby shook her head as she set down a large platter with most of a roast chicken, cheese, some dried fruit, and what looked like home-baked bread. “At least Jay D. got to escape, I mean graduate. I had to go and marry the man. Do you drink beer? It’s that or water, unless you want more tea. I don’t like caffeine this late.”

“Make it water, Rube.” Tom said. “It’s been a long hot day and they’re probably dehydrated. We’ve got the best water around coming from our well, might as well share.”

The platter held mainly bones when the two stopped eating. The water was fresher-tasting than the tap water both were used to.

“I assume you both know you’re staying the night at this point. You’ve got your room already, and ours is clear on the other side of the house, so nobody’s likely to hear any snoring or what not.”

The two shared a glance.

“I’ll give you a ride into town in the morning after breakfast. Or Raven can. If it’s all right with the guests, I’m ready to retire myself. This day started early. Make yourselves at home.” After an exchange of thanks and goodnights, Tom shuffled off, not quite as spry as earlier.

Ruby watched Robin’s face at the mention of Raven. She took care of the dishes before heading after Tom. On her way out she gave each a quick hug. She whispered in Robin’s ear. “Check the nightstand drawer, Sweetie. Just in case anything comes up. And don’t worry about Raven. She’s more likely to be interested in you than any guy, even this keeper you found.”

Alone once more, neither of the two were quite prepared for bed. Not for sleep or for what else bed implied. Outside, the gibbous moon provided plenty of light to not trip over anything.

Jay’s hand found Robin’s as they strolled down to the creek. They listened to the burbling of the water over and around the rough dam. An owl screeched in the distance. She moved in front of him, leaning back against his chest. His arms slipped lightly, comfortably around her middle.

Jay almost felt guilty that he didn’t grow hard, with the girl of so many hopeless fantasies naked and near in his arms. The red-haired vision revealed to have a laser wit and marvelous mind. The beautiful girl who had sudsed his body, savoring every inch of him, before taking him in her mouth. The girl who had cried out her pleasure as her hips bucked uncontrolled over his lips and tongue.

The last thought did it. Robin moved back against him, almost a slow dance, when he began to swell. Her hand stroked over his forearm as it crossed her belly, fingers lightly massaging the muscles they found.

Soon, Robin’s hands urged his arms apart, she turned toward him and whispered, “I have to pee.”

She kissed his moonlit smile. Without words, they agreed to separate as both wandered nearer the creek. Jay could see her squatting near-silhouette, hear her sudden spray on the bare ground. He was not so hard that he couldn’t aim his own more discreet stream, ingrained propriety causing him to turn his back as his bladder began to empty.

They found a wooden chaise lounge, with soft, comfortable cushions covered in a muted batik, the colors difficult to discern in the moon’s blue-white light. Other than crickets singing their love song, they were no insects in the air. No mosquitos buzzed their ears. Perhaps Merlin’s home really did hold some magic.

Jay reclined on the lounge and Robin leaned against him, much like they had on the bale earlier. One arm draped over her shoulder now, cupping one heavy, full breast. One of the Boobies, no longer blue-footed, that had brought them together.

When his thumb began to stroke first around, then over a crinkling nipple, she turned half toward him, her knees drawn up between his wide-spread ones. With one hand on his firmer chest, she stretched up to kiss him. Soft lips, softer tongue.

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