Raquel and her new hook-up girl interrupt Tamara

Tamara Rubin moved her fist down Gary's stiffening cock and the broad head popped out from the hood of his foreskin. "Wow! That's how it works. I've never handled an uncircumcised dick. Ha, and this big thing went up Mom's ass? And Dad's? Wow!"

"Uh, Tamara?" Gary said. "Bernie said cool it until she can be there."

Tamara stared down, fascinated, not moving her hand. "Wow, just wow. I mean."

There was a crunch of bark and wood litter from nearby, and a giggle. "Here?" a voice came, high and excited. "Uh-huh, this is it, there's a stump behind that tree." Lower, confident and urgent.

"Tamara, leggo!," Gary hissed.

"Oh!" Tamara said. She snapped out of her daze and stepped back.

Gary barely managed to get his belt buckled when two eager young people stepped round the tree.

"Eek! Occupied!" A young woman with a striped knit cap over her blonde hair stopped in alarm.

Her date was Raquel, Bernie's old flame from the lesbian social group at the campus Hillel center. Raquel's face quirked in amusement. She put a hand on her hip, striking a pose.

"So, Gary. Your dick is sticking out. Where's Bernie?" Raquel asked. She drawled out Bernie's name and raised an eyebrow at Gary and Tamara. Gary's dick head was just peeking out above his pants.

Gary let out an aggravated snort and tucked his unruly dick back in his pants. It was soft enough now that it actually stayed in.

"Bernie's waiting for us," Gary said. "So. Where's Habiba, Raquel? And who's your date?"

Raquel frowned and pursed her lips. She took a breath and readied another verbal sally against Gary.

The blonde co-ed tugged at Raquel's arm. "Who's Habiba?" she asked. "Who's that? Raquel, what does he mean?"

"Let's go," Gary urged Tamara. He took her hand and hurried her around the tree, away from the too-popular campus hook-up spot in the old hillside woodlot.

"Slow down, slow down," Tamara said. "Ow, I've got bark in my sandals!"

Gary stopped and helped steady Tamara while she cleaned out her open-toed sandals. They could still hear raised voices behind them.

"Who's Habiba, what did he mean?" Raquel's date persisted. "Tell me, what's that about?"

Raquel's low, confident tone became wheedling, then urgent. There were raised voices back and forth, and then a crunching of bark. And then...other sounds. Gary and Tamara looked at each other, then back toward where they'd left Raquel and her date.

"Wait a minute," Tamara said. "Are those girls having an instant hate fuck? On their first hook-up?" She shook her head. "God, lesbian drama. And what did you mean about Habiba?"

Gary took a breath. "Raquel, ah, she's got a rep? Anyway. Ask Bernie if you really want to know."

Tamara tried to wheedle more information out of Gary, but he was firm about that being Bernie's story to tell.

Gary offered a change of subject. "Now if you wanted to ask me about my summer odd jobs work at your house, that's something I could tell you about. I mean if that's not T.M.I."

Tamara took the bait. If she couldn't handle Gary's cock while Gary's girlfriend was absent, she could ask about how her mom handled it. And how her dad handled it.

Tamara shook her head and waved her hands. "Nothing is T.M.I., okay? But yeah. Omigod, Dad is bi? And, like, he's been picking out boytoys for Mom? That was the biggest shock, you know? I knew my mom had lovers, younger lovers, and that my dad was okay with Mom fucking around. But I didn't know he picked her lovers because he liked their dicks when he did their physical exams. That's so, ah. Unethical?"

Gary shrugged. "I guess, I mean, yeah, that could get you into trouble if it came out. But I think I was actually the first guy, the first patient, that your dad picked out for your mom. Last summer, your mom got her boy toy from one of her friends. But I mean, like, ethics? After your dad and I were actually cocks out for sex together, he sent me to another doc in his practice, and she's been strictly business as far as I can tell."

"Really, you and Dad fucked each other up the butt?" Tamara said. "Did it even work? For you into him?" Tamara gestured with her hands, moving them apart to trace the thickness and length of Gary's penis. She raised her eyebrows. "I mean, I know Mom likes getting butt fucked, she turned me onto it, and Dad does her that way on the regular. But Dad? Taking you?"

Gary tilted his head, remembering. "Yeah, worked pretty good. Your mom helped coach and prep him, I think? But yeah, it went really good for his first time."

Tamara took a deep breath. "Well, I mean, if you have, what, a man and two women who took your big thing in the tush and liked it? I, I want to feel what Mom did."

But who's counting? Gary thought. Josh and Sonia Rubin, Bernie, Trent, Sharon, and Stuart. And his best friend Peter, of course. Four men and three women.

"We'll talk to Bernie," Gary said. "We've got a while. You want to walk around campus? Down to the beach?"

"Bernie's mom has a pool, right? Could we wait for her there?"

Gary swallowed. "I don't think so, not without Bernie there."

"Why not?"

"Joyce Bernstein has a strict nudity rule for her house."

"Oh, yeah, you told me," Tamara said. "So you...?"

"Uh-huh, if I'm visiting Bernie, I'm naked. So is she. So is her mom."

Tamara's mouth worked, going from a circle to an oval and back before her words came back. "Oh," she said.

"Yeah, I mean, I think you could hang out with Joyce. She loves to talk about her work. She'd give you a massage, or you could give her a foot rub. She might get an orgasm that way."

"I guess I said nothing was T.M.I.," Tamara said. "Joyce Bernstein gets orgasms from foot rubs?"

Gary laughed. "Yeah. Between her toes. Or Joyce might invite you to masturbate together."

"Oh yeah," Tamara said. "Right."

Gary nodded. "She did write the book. And that's one of her house rules. Or I could hang out with Joyce, she's pretty chill. But if you're my guest, you know? I think we better keep any sex or nudity to just talk until Bernie's around."

"Yeah. Sorry," Tamara said. "You told me that was your deal with Bernie."

"Yeah. Anyway, you want to walk up to the campus bookstore? Or we could go back to the coffee house. My turn to buy, okay?"

Tamara laughed. "You're such a boy." She pushed back her dark, wavy hair.

"I mean, yeah?" Gary said.

A set of rising moans came from not far away. Raquel was getting her orgasm, and wasn't being quiet about it.

Gary and Tamara smirked at each other.

Gary shrugged. "Some girls get off on drama? I hope Raquel's date gets her turn."

Tamara shook her head and laughed and laughed.