Upcoming party

So one thing we sometimes did, for better or worse, was that we threw these giant ass parties. And now that we had sort of made some smarter decisions regarding our finances, not only the tenant, I’m not stupid, we found it time to host another one. The cold pool day wasn’t cutting it. We loved to be social and mingle, play drinking games, dance, all that.

“And you’re free to join,” I told Toby as I warned him of the coming weekend. I had slumped down on his bed, after knocking of course. Never knew what a guy more or less our own age might do.

I hadn’t been here since he moved in. It was a bit messier than I’d appreciated, but I didn’t heed it. It was his room. If he wanted to live like this, be my guest. Or tenant.

“Erh. Maybe,” he said, sitting at his desk, barely looking at me.

I shrugged my shoulders, got up, and went to clean the pool. It wasn’t overly dirty or anything, just some leaves, and some stuff. Added some chlorine. I wasn’t expecting anyone to take a swim during the party, but I was taking precautions for the opportunity. Especially if Zach and Amanda came. They loved truth or dare, and that might include an early spring bath.

It took no more than an hour, but enough to have me shivering. I of course never wore anything but a T-shirt, so to say I was cold would be an understatement. As I was sipping my warm coco, I saw Kim sitting in one of our two-seaters in the TV area. Seemingly wearing nothing but her white crocheted long-sleeved sweater. It was long enough to act as a mid-thigh dress, so it was alright modest, and she did like to keep her legs out in the open. She was painting her cute little toenails. Green. Green truly was her color. Though, she did look good in red too. Or any other color.

I shifted my gaze. Over by the staircase, which was between me and her, I could see someone lumbering around, trying to peek around the stairs. It was Toby. I had caught him ogling her before. I mostly chalked it up to him being a young insecure guy, and Kim being hot as shit. It was normal. Yet, seeing him now. I never was one to be jealous, but I wasn’t a guy who was about to let anybody try anything with Kim either. But again, seeing him sneaking a peak at my wife, with her legs curled up under her. I couldn’t help but find this voyeurism sort of hot.

I was watching the watcher. Though from this angle, I could see more than him. Her back, and the sofa’s back, was facing him, while I had a straight look. Kim rose her head and Toby disappeared. She smiled at me as she saw me gawking.

“You creep,” she laughed, turning back to her toes.