Three feet of cock- 2

She took a moment to register that he had spoken to her. “Oh! Good…really good…I mean, things have been going well. We just bought our tickets to go visit Tristan’s parents for Labor Day Weekend, so that’ll be nice. It’s always good to see the family.”

“I bet. So where is everyone?”

“Right in the kitchen. You two were the last to arrive, so we should be good to go now. I think Tristan’s already started cooking, even.”

Perrie led them to the kitchen, only to find it empty. Everyone was outside in the yard, milling about and talking, while Tristan cooked. With everyone present, the barbecue could begin in earnest. Tristan manned the grill, wearing a short, black apron, while Perrie served as his waitress, bringing burgers and turkey dogs to everyone. Soon, everyone was served, and alcohol and conversation flowed equally freely in a positive feedback loop. Laughter echoed through the summer air, drowning out even the cicadas.

*****

“Oh, you two are thinking about a pool?” asked David.

“Yeah,” Perrie replied. “We’ve always wanted one, and we have the room in the yard, and it’s just such amazing exercise.”

“We’ll have to come over, then. Batoul just loves swimming. But between just us, I just cannot get her to keep her swimsuit on…” he slyly informed everyone. He shrugged his shoulders. “She’s like…whatever the aquatic version of a jaybird is. Are jayfish a thing?”

“Well, what’s wrong with that?” Zoe asked coquettishly. In the cool evening air, it was evident that she herself was no great fan of excessive clothing. Two dark tips were just visible through the fabric of her shirt, trying to poke their way through.

“Hey, I never said I was complaining. The way those melons of hers splash is unforgettable…”

The men took a few seconds to imagine the scene. Batoul’s plump cheeks turned pink, but she felt a warmth between her legs from the combined gazes at her breasts. She subtly arched her back and pushed her chest out. “Alejandro! It’s…it’s just a lot more comfortable,” she defensively explained. “It feels really good. Really freeing, you know?”

“I could never… I’d be too shy,” commented Shikha. “What if someone sees?”

“That’s half the fun,” Batoul squeaked out quietly, prompting a round of guffaws.

Janet chimed in. “I’ve gotten caught before.” Everyone hushed to listen to her story. “Well, I mean, I wasn’t skinny dipping or anything. But back in college, my dorm had this sort of courtyard slash garden. You could only get to it through this underground service tunnel. I guess it was just for decoration and they didn’t want the students messing it up.

“Anyway, one day one of the custodians left his keys unattended while I was sculpting in one of the lounges, so I made some imprints of a few of the keys. One of them ended up being for the garden door, so I started going there at night.”

Here, she blushed slightly. Tristan smiled, though, recognizing the story. “So I, well, I went naked. I’d bring a book, go after everyone was asleep, and just enjoy myself. The garden had no lights, so at night, you were completely invisible down there. Just you and nature. I felt a little bit like Eve, I guess. I spent evening after evening wandering among the plants nude, reading in the grass with a small nightlight. It was perfect.

“One night, though, I forgot to lock the door after me. I was lying down in the grass and this shadow looms over me…I had such a start! I thought I was going to have coronary thrombosis… I was so embarrassed! But…he was actually really good about it. He had noticed me in the garden before. Turns out he had been going up to the roof to read at night, and from there, you could see straight through the trees. And here I thought I had been invisible…

“We ended up meeting there regularly at night, and he joined me…you know…naked.” She smiled dreamily, reminiscing. He had been so handsome then. He still was, to be honest… “It felt so comfortable, so natural. People really open up when they’re naked, I think. We had such great conversations every night.

“So yeah, I’m with Batoul. Getting caught is more fun,” she finished, leaving the last part of her story unspoken.

“You never told me that story,” Peter complained.

“You never asked. It was before we met, anyway.”

“Don’t you have a story like that, too, Zoe?” Nick prompted her. “The Hawaii one? Tell it; it’s funny.”

“Okay, okay. Let me tell you guys about this one time,” Zoe began with a wicked smile. “I was seeing this guy who took me on a trip to this resort in Hawaii. We were staying at a hotel near the beach: beautiful place, real classy. Anyways, they had an absolutely gorgeous pool.

“So one night, we’ve had a couple of glasses of champagne each, and he mentions how he always wanted to go skinny dipping. Well, I, being the thoughtful individual that I am, suggested we try it out. It was after midnight, so the gate was locked, but we hopped over it, stripped down, and went for a dip.

“So we’re swimming, laughing, making a bit of noise, and these two hotel employees come up. So the way the pool is, it’s at floor level at one end, but the ground slopes down around it, so at the other end, the bottom of the pool is at floor level. They’re at the lower end, so I swim over to them, making sure to keep the goods submerged, you know? I didn’t want to get busted for indecent exposure or anything.

“So I’m talking to them. I’m pressed against the wall, they’re standing a few feet away. They’re really helpful and friendly, just wanted to make sure we were okay, we’re not in trouble or anything… But I notice they’re not really paying attention to me. They keep looking at the pool wall, though, glancing down and smiling. They’re barely even looking at me. So finally I get fed up and I ask ’em, ‘What do you guys keep looking at?'” She paused briefly. “And one of the guys says to me, ‘Miss, don’t you know that this wall is glass?'”
Laughter erupted. Shikha covered her lower face with both hands in vicarious mortification. A few of the guys sported smiles as they pictured the sight and cursed those lucky bastards.

Zoe continued. “I was so embarrassed! All that time we had been talking, and they had been getting a free peep show! I was just glad I had shaved that day…” She looked down at her pert breasts and shimmied experimentally. “Still, guess I should thank the girls. If not for them, we might have gotten busted for breaking into the pool area.”

“Good moral,” David commented. “In fact, I think all you girls should take a page out of Zoe’s book and just go naked every time you do something wrong. I’m sure you’ll find forgiveness comes more easily when you do.”

“You wish,” said Perrie.

“Worth a shot…”

“Why don’t you boys go naked instead?” she asked. “You get in trouble more often, anyway.”

“It’d be dangerous. If I unleash this thing, it causes riots. Women go wild. People die. It would be unethical for me to whip it out, as tempting as it is, with such a beautiful audience,” explained David, gesturing to the ladies present.

“Yeah right,” Zoe doubted. “What is it, five inches?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I bet the five of you don’t have three feet of cock between you,” Zoe wagered, accompanied by the supportive hoots and laughter of the other girls.

“What a slur against our honor!” Tristan spouted.

“Gonna prove me wrong?” Zoe asked sardonically, her eyes flickering down to Tristan’s crotch.

“Is that a serious bet?” asked Tristan.

She thought about it for a moment. “Yes, it is.”

“What do you think guys? Can we measure up?” he asked his comrades.

“I’m fine,” Daniel commented quietly, but his voice was submerged by the enthusiastic cheers of the others.

“Alright, we take the bet,” Tristan proclaimed. “Is it us against you? That’s not really fair. It should be five versus five, if the girls are confident of victory, of course.”

Zoe turned to look at her compatriots. “I’m in,” Janet said. Even if we lose, she thought to herself, it should be fun…

Perrie and Batoul quickly assented, too. Only Shikha was still holding out. “Well?” asked Zoe.

She hunched her shoulders, trying to disappear. “Um, well, what would we have to do?”

“Good question…” Zoe realized. “What are the terms?”

Tristan thought for a moment. “How about this? Each guy goes inside and gets personally measured; I have a tape measure that should work well enough.”

“Who’s measuring us?” Nick piped up.

“Well it should be one of us,” Janet explained. “If a guy measures himself, he’ll over-inflate the number, obviously. But, um, I don’t know who’d volunteer to measure.”

A thoughtful look and a smile came across each of the girl’s faces in turn as they thought about the imminent scenario. Even Shikha’s petrification was turning into cautious optimism.

“How about we each get measured by our partner?” suggested Peter. He hadn’t expected things to escalate like this and was already regretting his earlier enthusiasm. He looked at Janet, who was far too excited, in his opinion. He didn’t want her seeing another man’s dick…

“That’s too boring,” said Nick. “Why don’t we each get measured by anyone except our partner? After all, don’t these girls deserve a pleasant surprise tonight?” he asked with a wink. Perrie blushed as she remembered how she had once hugged him, only to feel his hard cock through his pants. She had just barely restrained herself from reaching down and grabbing it. It had felt like a monster, and since then, she had always wondered.

“How do we pick teams, though?” asked Janet.

Tristan looked around, and settled on a bowl of chips. Dumping the last few crumbs onto the pavement, a decision he would regret the next morning when the ants arrived, he brought the empty bowl over to the group. “Alright guys, put in your car keys, and we’ll have the girls pick their prize.” Metallic klinking and tingling sounded as they took out their keychains and detached their keys. The girls watched carefully, each trying to commit to memory a different shape for when it came their turn to reach into the bowl and decide their fate.

“Is that everyone?” he asked. “Alright, good. Now, who wants to go first? And if you get your own partner’s key, put it back and go again.”

“I will!” Janet popped up with more enthusiasm than she had meant. “Um, I mean, I’ll go first, if no one else wants to start.” Tristan held the bowl over Janet’s head so that she couldn’t see the keys. She reached up and fished around in the bowl for a few seconds, before pulling one out. “Uh, whose is this?”

“That’s mine,” said Tristan right next to her, his eyes wide from realization.

“Oh…” Janet began, but had no way to finish. Cheering would have been out of place. ‘Congratulations,’ was too brazen for her. She finally decided to let the silence speak for itself, and sat back down, clutching the key tightly.

“Who’s next?”

“You go,” Zoe said to Perrie. “Whoever gets picked, his girl goes next. That way we don’t need to worry about anyone getting their own partner.”

“Okay,” Perrie agreed. She followed the same procedure as Janet had, and soon pulled out her own key. She held it aloft, waiting for its claimant.

“My, tonight’s my lucky night, then,” Nick said. ‘That key’s mine.”

Perrie beamed before remembering her audience, and with a brief, guilty glance at Tristan, sat back down with her key and her thoughts. Suddenly, one thought in particular stood up and raised its hand urgently. “Oh! Um, how are we going to measure? I mean, if we want it to be accurate, doesn’t the guy need to be, um…”

“Rock hard?” asked Zoe.

“Yeah…”

“I think that should be the girls’ job,” opined David.

“Seconded,” Tristan chimed in. “They’re the ones doing the measuring. They should be in charge of getting the guy…measurable.”

“How?” asked Shikha.

He thought for a moment. “Any way you two agree on. Everything’s fair game. Except! Except cock in pussy. I don’t think anyone wants a surprise in nine months. Anything else is okay, though. Handjobs, blowjobs, you name it. Once the guy’s risen to the occasion, the girl measures him and announces it to the group, so we can keep track. Agreed?”

There was a murmur of agreement. Plans already began to form and pants already began to tighten.

“My turn, then?” Zoe went key-fishing, as well. Her fingers darted amongst the keys, hoping to find David’s black Mercedes key. Was this one it? She pulled it out, and pouted slightly at the sight of its blue cover. “Whose my partner for the evening, then?” she asked.

“Isn’t that yours?” Shikha asked Daniel after a beat of silence.

“Oh. So it is… I-I guess that means you and I are together, Zoe,” Daniel stuttered.

She smiled. Well, maybe she could teach him a thing or two…

“So now I get to go?” Shikha asked. Only Peter and David were left. She didn’t know either of them especially well. Peter had always struck her as too serious, though, too straight-laced. Then again, you never knew what someone was underneath. After all, even plain, boring vanilla is the world’s second most expensive spice. Then again, there was something about David’s stubble and confidently wolfish nature that made her stomach flutter… Fifty-fifty chance either way.

She plunged her hand in and grabbed the first key she touched. “Congratulations. You’re in for a treat,” bragged David with a wink.

Shikha blushed at his forwardness and sat down without a word, avoiding Batoul’s jealous gaze.

“I guess I don’t really need to pick,” Batoul realized. She met Peter’s gaze, partially shielded behind his glasses. She gave a charming smile and pressed her arms inward, pushing her ample chest up and outwards. His eyes widened and he bit his lower lip. Oh, he was like a little puppy. She almost felt guilty for what she was going to do to him… “So it’s you and me, huh, Peter?” she giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.”

He gulped. “Thanks?”

“Well, that’s everyone. So the guys need to meet three feet total to win. So if we want to win, we need to average…” Tristan began.

“Seven point two inches each,” Zoe finished.

“Right. That. Per guy.”

“What do you win?” Perrie asked.

Silence reigned. “Whoops… Uh, guys? Group huddle,” Tristan instructed. The other four circled around him. “So what do we want to win?”

“Do we really need to win anything?”

“Of course we do. What’s victory without spoils?”

“And a nubile maiden or two to bring home…”

“They’re already going to be measuring our…things. Isn’t that spoil enough?”

“Naw, we need something once-in-a-lifetime. This isn’t gonna happen again, and they think they’re going to win. We should get treated like kings. Let’s ask for maid service.”