Skimpy

Claire emerged from the water wearing an old-fashioned string bikini, emblazoned with the American flag. She'd worn it once before, on the day of our 4th of July BBQ, and that suit had held a special place in my heart ever since.

Tami's polka-dot bikini covered up a bit more, but then, she had a bit more to cover. Wide triangular cups with no underwire did little to support her massive breasts, and the suit's distinctive cantaloupe color couldn't help but remind me of—well, you know. Best of all, the material was stretched so thin it was impossible not to see the shape of Tami's prominent nipples, proudly perked-up thanks to the cold water.

They greeted us eagerly enough, but there still seemed to be a bit of lingering awkwardness after last night.

"Hey, sorry if we went too far," Sonya said. "We just thought it might be a good bit of fun."

Damn, four seconds after getting in the pool and I'm already hard again...

"It's okay, we're all grown-ups," Claire said.

"We just weren't expecting, you know," Tami giggled. "Although, after all the wicked tales Michael told us about what you two got up to in college, I suppose we really should have been more prepared."

I gave Sonya a wink.

"How much have you told these two about our sex life?" Sonya exclaimed, feigning outrage.

"Oh, he told us everything," Tami laughed.

"Really? Has he told you about the Waiting Game?"