Yes

Unable to resist the invitation, I slid my hand downwards, moving over the smooth flesh of her ass. I tried to keep the contact as non-sexual as possible, but my arousal and her acceptance made that nearly impossible. Her backside was firm, and my fingers moved across it, slipping around, and drawing only the tiniest squeak of surprise from Helen.

I finished, and reluctantly pulled my hands away from her body again. To my surprise, her response was to turn, looking at me evenly. Her tongue slipped across her lips quickly, before she stepped against me, her arms coming around my shoulders in an embrace.

The hot water rained down upon us, as she held her body close to mine. She pressed against me, not moving, but just sharing the tender moment. Neither of us said anything, merely observing each other, and engaging in the soft contact of our flesh.

Helen's mouth opened, seeming ready to say something, when we heard a distant honking. It sounded like a car horn, and my mind floated in a sensual haze, trying to think what the sound could mean.

My eyes widened in concert with Helen's as we both realized that Charlotte and Kaila were back. We stepped apart, and I immediately missed the touch, as we scrambled out of the shower.

We grabbed at towels, hurriedly drying ourselves, before darting in opposite directions: I to the back room, and Helen dashing to where her backpack sat. In the space of a few minutes, I was once again presentable, clad in the first thing I could find, which just happened to be a white and blue Hawaiian shirt and jeans.

Trying to calm myself, I imagined everything that I could to turn myself off. I thought of Rob Zombie movies, Roseanne Barr, and politics, but my mind kept wandering back to Helen. Well, that and the kiss between Charlotte and Kaila. Resigning myself to being aroused, I returned to the main room.

"Hey Brent!" Was Charlotte's greeting. She had just entered the house with an armload of grocery bags.

"Hey babe! Help with the rest?" My wife asked me, also noting my appearance. I looked out the front window, spotting Helen on her way to the bus, now fully dressed.

"Sure," I agreed, heading out of the house as well. There wasn't much left in the car after Helen arrived there. She acknowledged me with a smile, before returning to the house. I grabbed the last bags, and closed up the bus again, hoping that this would be my last trip out here.

Inside, I quickly placed the bags on the floor, and assisted the three women in stocking the refrigerator as well as the shelves. There was a conspicuous brown bag that remained after we were finished, and I looked at Kaila with a questioning eye.

"We got Chinese for dinner." Kaila explained. "I got you Kung Pao chicken."

God, I love that woman.

"Thanks," I smiled at her, thinking about what she and Charlotte must have been doing out and about.

"I hate Chinese." Helen grumbled.

"Even sweet and sowah chicken with no sauce?" Charlotte asked her girlfriend, extracting a small container.

"Except that." Helen snatched the box, opening it to reveal the breaded chicken. "That, I can deal with."

We passed cartons of food around, and I was pleased to get both my meal and pork fried rice. I admit that I still can't handle chopsticks, despite years of trying, so I ate with a fork, as did everyone else.

"So, what did y'all do today?" Charlotte grinned, looking at Helen and me.