Down to the pool, to properly introduce Sonya to the girls

We slept in until two in the afternoon the next day.

Once again, it was over a hundred degrees out and, once again, I woke up already sweating.

"Where's our bloody air conditioning?!" Sonya whined.

"Power's out again. They're supposed to have it finally fixed by next week."

"Just in time for summer to come to an end?"

"It's California, Honey. Summer never really comes to an end."

We took a speedy shower to rinse the night's lovemaking off our bodies, and then it was time to show Sonya where I'd been spending all my time the past few months: the pool.

I insisted she descend the stairs first, so I could check out her spectacularly tight fencer's ass in her new bathing suit—the first g-string Sonya had ever bought. It didn't disappoint.

Neither did Tami and Claire. After their self-conscious exodus from our apartment last night, I'd wondered if we'd find them at the pool today dressed more modestly than usual.