...if you just smile.
Eva hugged him tight, looking at him with her moist eyes, and softly said, "thank you."
"No. Thank you," he answered.
He escorted her arm-in-arm back to me, and as he turned to walk away, the sound of violins, then a guitar filled the air. He stopped, then turned to come back towards me. Our eyes locked and he was smiling, like he was proud of himself. Placing his hand on one hip and taking my hand in the other, he got ready for the main rhythm, and just as he did with Eva, he started singing and dancing with me.
"Che bella cosa na jurnata'e'sole
N'aria serena doppo na tempesta
Pe'll'aria fresca pare gia' na festa
Che bella cosa na jurnata'e sole..."
"O Sole Mio?" I asked, incredulously.
"Since when do you sing in It- , and how did you learn to salsa?"
"YouTube."
Everyone was stunned. I felt like I started as clumsy as Tommy looked when Anita led him over. It had to be from the shock.
"Come on, shake it, Carol!" Eva yelled.
And I did. Something miraculous was happening. Years were melting away, and as they passed, I became less inhibited. I was grinding my hips more, maybe hoping I could become an honorary chica. They all cheered and clapped when Tommy spun me, or I spun myself, and - oh, sorry Tommy. It was just an accident that my thigh and ass brushed over your penis. Between his gasps, he hammed up the singing.
"Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne'
'O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te
'O sole o sole mio
Sta 'nfronte a te sta 'nfronte!"
"Cha, cha, cha!" the chicas cried. As Tommy walked me back to Eva, she gave us a standing ovation.
"Where did that come from?" she asked. I was laughing and crying too much to try to answer. The song had barely ended when the next one started. A gentle guitar over strings. Tommy immediately turned around and went straight towards Anita. She had this "and what do you got for me?" look. Same as before: one hand in his, the other on her hip - easy, Tiger - and he started to waltz with her.
"La luna hizo esto
Fue culpa de la luna
Haberme enamorado
Enamorado de ti
Su brillo reflejo entre tus ojos mi fortuna
La luna lo hizo así..."
"You didn't tell me he could sing in Spanish," Eva demanded.
"He's not singing."
"What do you mean, 'he's not singing?'"
He and Anita were in perfect one-two-three unison as they came closer to us. She trembled, almost imperceptibly, trying to hold back tears.
"He's serenading her."
Eva looked again, her mouth agape.
"Well I'll be damned. He's a romantic. That explains a lot. I thought they were extinct."
"Coelacanths."
"Huh?"
"Coelacanths. They're a species of fish that live off the coast of southern Africa. Scientists had fossils of them and thought they were extinct. Then a fisherman caught one in the late 1930s. They were never extinct. People didn't know where to look, so they just sort of gave up."
The violins worked themselves towards a crescendo, and as they did, Tommy swooped an arm under Anita's knees and picked her up, spinning. The chicas provided back-up vocals, swaying arm-in-arm.
"La luna hizo esto
Fue culpa de la luna
Haberme enamorado
Enamorado de ti
Su brillo
Reflejo entre tus ojos mi fortuna
La luna lo hizo así
La luna lo hizo así."
And as he carried her back to her primas, we all gave him a standing ovation. His face turned a little red, even while Anita hugged him, her body pressed snugly against his. She made a fist and lovingly hit him in his pectorals. Nice move, Tommy, the way you dry her eyes. Watch your other hand.
The air of a lonely piano punctuated the party, then strings in accompaniment. Anita looked at Tommy with bedroom eyes, drawing her fingers across his chest as she strolled around him.
"Siento tu aliento cerca del mio,
es tan intenso que tiemblo abrazándote,
tu abrazo es mi lugar
en ti me quedare estoy enamorandome...
As Anita snuggled against Tommy's back, María came forward and began slow dancing with him, her hands on his hips, his hands on here. I had seen this dynamic before. "Jurassic Park." The first one. The game warden is hunting the velociraptor in front of him and doesn't see the other ones surrounding him.
Me embriaga el aire de tus palabras
me quemo en tu calor
ahogándome en tu amor.
La luna sube ya
la noche es de los dos
vivo en tus ojos hoy
muero en tu piel."
Anita kissed his ear, and even though María was the object of his immediate close attention, Anita managed to rub his stomach and his flanks...
Nuestro amor es mas que grande,
nuestro amor es así..."
And Anita tenderly pushed his shorts over his hips, his penis springing free, and just let them slip down his legs, gathering at his feet. Tommy gasped and his legs started trembling, not made any easier by María's "what's the matter?" look. And while María gently fondled him with one hand and raked her fingernails over his balls with her other, Anita kissed the back of his neck, played with his ass, and allowed her hand to slip between Tommy's legs and take turns massaging his balls. He staggered a little and looked to me to help him get out of it, but all I could do was playfully smile and shrug my shoulders. Eva loved the show.
Nuestro amor es mas que grande,
nuestro amor es así
dulce y bravo, fuerte y lleno de emocion
alma cuerpo y corazon
quiero tener la vida,
la vida de tu boca, amor."
As the song ended, it was obvious that Tommy's "amor" was certainly "mas que grande," and while the Cialis was making the party a real hit, I wondered if the humane thing to do was to just bring him to orgasm. My mind had some fun with the "how" - "Tommy, be a good boy and come over here and fuck us. Right now." The poor boy needed some relief. Eva and I both knew that he had to be coming down with something. "Epididymal hypertension." It's the temporary over-accumulation of a certain milky fluid in the testicular region. For you lay people, that's blue balls, and what scant literature there is says - no kidding - that there's only one "treatment."
This was Anita's party, though, and she wasn't quite ready for that. Not yet. She wanted to play nurse practitioner with her friends, which is another way of saying "playing doctor." We wouldn't want even a hint of malpractice, so some board-certified professionals were at her disposal in case she needed any "guidance."
The chicas gathered around him as Professor Anita began her introductory working lecture. Class was in session. Tommy 101. It appeared to be an abbreviated repeat of Eva's tutorial on physicals. I could tell this because Anita was demonstrating how to check lymph nodes and having her primas give it a try. Tommy tried to get away, but they were having none of it, I guess because they were getting a kick out of brushing their flimsy bikini bottoms up against his cock. The armpit check didn't work out like it was supposed to, because it was an open invitation for a tickle fest, and he was doubled over too much to do anything about it. Poor Boy. Anita really had him at a disadvantage, because she was conducting her class in Spanish, and Tommy never thought to learn all those terms. He could only guess what she was explaining, and it was a pretty educated guess about where this was going. She had the primas sit on the deck chairs in a semi-circle in front of him and proceeded to point out the third area for lymph nodes, but not before showing the chicas the area they covered, running her hands up and down his legs. She needed to work on her lesson plan. They had taken that as a cue to examine his legs while she checked for "swelling," then they checked, and soon three pairs of hands were running over his legs and checking for "swelling." They really liked that part, especially watching how his cock bobbed and swayed as they played in his groin, but just a tad bit shocked when Anita took hold of his penis and looked into his eyes, telling them that she was - I think the translation was "controlling distractions." Tommy tried to keep his balance while they probed him.
The fun was just beginning. Anita took a seat with her primas, and I don't think you need to be bilingual to know what "pene" means. She talked about "pene" a lot, and the chicas liked the way she talked about "pene." Not as much, though, as they liked looking at Tommy's "pene," and touching it as she guided them through its anatomy. The collective "awwww" they let out told me that she was explaining the circumcision scar, and being the nurturing kind, they took turns giving his cock a hug by pressing it to their cheeks, before giving it a little kiss. That's enough hugging and kissing, girls. Girls?
Wrapping her hand around his penis, Anita tugged on what little foreskin remained while playing with his balls, demonstrating the concept of scrotum shrinkage. The chicas, by now, weren't so much paying attention as they were waiting for the next cue to feel him up. Tommy was almost like melted butter as hands ran between his legs and openly stroked his cock trying to stretch his skin over the corona. If at first, you don't succeed,...
Anita started gently waiving his penis horizontal-to-vertical and back - she must have been demonstrating erection angles - and then forcing it so that it pointed straight down. Tommy had to be in some discomfort because his face grimaced and he had to point his hips back to accommodate her. Eva and I looked at each other, wondering if this was getting painful, because if it was, we were ready to step in and, um, take matters into our own hands, if you catch my drift. Anita pulled his cock down the length of the shaft, and then let it spring back up to its natural state. The chicas squealed with delight! They practically assaulted the poor boy, more interested in watching it bounce after a few moments' manipulation.
Tommy was doubling over, so Anita wrapped an arm around his waist and guided him to a lounge chair, instructing her primas to spread his legs. Blood pressure time. She had barely started this little wonder before hands were running all over his femoral artery pressure points. I guess Anita forgot to tell them how to time a pulse, and some seemed more interested in how Tommy responded when they tickled his perineum. But it was when Anita wanted to explain the intricacies of prostate exams that Tommy decided that maybe he needed a break.
So, when she grabbed ankles and started to pull his legs towards his chest, he kicked free and dashed for the pool, diving in and swimming to the middle. Anita opened the equipment box and pulled out several foam noodles, and as she drew her primas in closed and talked to them in hushed tones, I knew exactly what she was telling them.
Tommy was swimming towards Eva and me when Anita called melodically, "Tommy!"
She held the noodles and was smiling knowingly with an eyebrow raised. The chicas looked ravenous. He turned towards them and his jaw dropped.
"Oh, no," he muttered.
"Well, that clears up what 'really likes it' meant," observed Eva.
"You think?" I answered.
"Come on, Tommy, it's not like I haven't seen you before."
"But we haven't," chimed the primas.
They got in the pool, wading towards him, when he ducked underwater and his murky form started towards Anita. She was off-balance as she saw him and tried to make it to the ladder. Just as she started to pull herself out of the water, Tommy caught up with her, and in one effortless motion, yanked the tie strings on her bikini bottom and snatched it away. I didn't know if her scream was from being suddenly exposed, or from having something wet quickly sliding between her legs. Tommy loved what he saw. Her ass was drop-dead gorgeous, the kind that would make for an unforgettable figure study.
She spun around and dove over him, the two disappearing under the water as the hunted continued his pursuit of the huntress. Back out in the middle of the pool, he exploded out of the water with his arms tightly around Anita, pulling one string, then the other, and tossing her top aside. Her hard nipples were right in his face, when it was her turn to kick away. Into the water they went again, and when he jumped up, he again had her in his clutches, but she was upside-down with her legs in the air. Tommy's head was right between them, and just when he thought he could "return some favors," he started staggering, saying, "Wait! That's not fair! That's not fair!"
In all our time together, I must have neglected to tell him that vaginas don't have ears.
"He doesn't think she can hear him, does he?" Eva asked.
"In his condition, who knows?'
The primas swarmed around him and pulled him off - who knew how long Anita could hold her breath. They sprung out of the water together, and Anita had this look that said, "I'm ready to go all night." I know because I used to get that look.
Tommy's look said, "bring it on." Bill would get that look, too.
"Truce," Anita offered, and Tommy let his guard down, fashioning himself the victor. When he relaxed, Anita ordered "get him!" The tables had turned again. Anita went to get a noodle while the chicas dove, surfacing with Nina holding his feet and María's arms laced through his armpits and hands locked on his chest. In a way, it was tender. Her breasts were his pillow.
Anita waded back with a noodle and started issuing simple instructions.
"Steady. Steady. Relax, Tommy. Tommy, relax. This is nothing new. And you don't have to, you know, do anything," she said with a smile.
The sun, just starting to set, glistened off the water droplets cascading down her body. She pushed to noodle under the small of his back and caught it on the other side, making sure it was perfectly centered.
"Let him go."
And Tommy floated as if in suspended animation, his legs out and slightly spread, his arms out wide, his head with just his ears underwater, and his penis jutting upward. I knew the cool air on it was extremely sensuous. I flipped on the underwater spa music.
"Damn." It was all I could say.
"Up, periscope," said Eva.
Tommy was mellowing out in near-total relaxation that made his Cialis-fueled erection be almost perpendicular to the rest of him. The María and Anita stood to either side of him, while Nina pushed his legs wide and approached his cock and balls. He was tenderly caressing those next to him, and he couldn't be blamed for giving a tug on María's tie-strings on her back. Her bikini top just hung there, barely covering her breasts, at least until she guided his hands up to the nape of her necks, where he tugged again and her tops just fell off and floated away.
Nina rubbed her hands over his abdomen and through his pubes at just about the same time Anita broke off towards the ladder again. She climbed out, dried herself off, and walked towards us. She smiled at everyone in the pool, and the latent artist in me took over.
Camera. Feminine perfection. Perfect breasts. Neatly trimmed Lady Garden. Long legs. Freeze frame. Color. Black and white. Sepia? Working title: "Naked And Unashamed."
She walked past us to the house.
"Where are you going?"
"Olive oil," she called back. Those legs, crowned by a luscious tush.
"Wait!" called Eva, getting up. "You got any grapes?" she asked me.
"Yeah, in the fridge. There are some bananas, too." I'll take "Fuck Foods" for a thousand, Alex.
Eva dashed inside, and a couple of minutes later, they returned, Anita carrying a bowl with the fruit and a plastic cup with the oil. She carefully got back in the water with them to join the party.
Tommy relaxed like he did when he thought no one was watching. They were making small talk, giggling, laughing, fascinated by his cock rising straight up, fondling him, being caressed by him. He breathed heavily as he tried to return all of their touches, and the flashes of surprise in María's eyes told me that he was undressing her, too. Her bikini bottoms floated to the surface, meaning that the only one with clothes remaining was Nina, between his legs, not really sure if it was okay to stroke his cock and massage his balls, but doing it just the same. It was the relief he had been begging for most of the party. And, naturally, Anita had to help, right? She gave them all a banana, and with his head resting on María's breasts, he couldn't help but watch them wrap an arm around their waists, look at him, stick their tongues out, slide the fruit in a little, and start chewing. Anita liked to run her tongue in circles around it before her little meal. Careful - wouldn't want you to gag. Not on that, at least.
María made chit-chat with Tommy as she fed him grapes. She'd sometimes keep it just out of reach, then kiss him as he tried to get it. It was kind of precious how Anita must have thought Nina seemed, oh, I don't know - maybe lonely. I think that's why she joined her between Tommy's legs, resting the cup on his abdomen. Anita had Nina turn and hold her hair up, where she undid the tie-strings of her top, letting it fall into the pool. I wondered if Anita was getting carried away. She dropped down in the water, Nina watching her, then having an expression of joyful surprise. I knew what that meant: first time naked in a pool. Anita came up, holding the rest of her bikini, and dragged it over Tommy's penis.
Taking the olive oil, she drizzled some over his cock and started striking it, gently, looking at Nina, taking her hand, encouraging her to join in. Nina marveled at how effortlessly her hand slid up and down, taking turns with Anita. By now, María was to Tommy's side, offering her breasts to him, and I know that his hand was busying itself with the rest of her body underwater. Even we could hear the smacking sounds of the four-fisted hand job. Tommy let out a low, guttural moan that inspired all of them to take turns with him, María holding his head from his side while she stroked him, too. He made sounds I'd never heard before.
Anita poured more oil over his penis. She and Nina slipped an arm under him to support him, and looking around his cock hungrily, her eyes buried into his as she lowered her head. Her tongue made circles around the whole head before she took him into her mouth, slowly bobbing before she took him deeper still. She kneaded his balls, Nina getting a close-up of this intimate pleasure. Anita stopped, poured more oil, and offered his cock to her. This must have been her first fellatio. She rubbed the tip over her lips, licking off excess oil and licking up and down the shaft. Anita encouraged her by showing how to hold her mouth open, his penis soon surrounded by her wet warmth, deeper, then again and again. Nina liked sucking cock. She and Anita playfully fought over it, taking it from each other, sucking, back and forth, then kissing each other while they kissed it, too. Soon they were sucking together, the head inside Nina's mouth while Anita ran her lips up and down the rest of his shaft. María passionately kissed him, and I knew from the way she jumped that Tommy's hand was deep between her legs. He struggled to stay afloat, and even with his tongue dancing with María's, we could still hear the growls that we knew all too well from yesterday.
So did Anita. She stopped her oral assault and took his penis from Nina's mouth, then started pumping him furiously. Nina kept squeezing his balls, Tommy's head thrashed away from María, and he let out a primal scream as cum flew out of his cock. The chicas loved it, smiling as he splattered his chest.
"Don't stop. Keep it going," I muttered, and as if they heard me, Anita and Nina milked him for every drop he had, María looking deep into his eyes and stroking his face. Tommy quivered, a glow coming over his body, but especially his face. There was that look again, sort of. Not "really great sex," but "fucking awesome sex." The chicas let their hands just roam freely over him - we do this naturally, guys - and I think Tommy was really enjoying this just the way we intend. He looked at Anita, and she back at him, and he just floated there for a few minutes while they all touched each other so intimately. Tommy soon slipped into the water, taking his noodle, getting another, and approached her.
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