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For several years Jill and I have spent our spare time at the beach. We have a neat, gray wooden house overlooking the sea, set a little back from the top of the dunes so that our front porch is sheltered from the sea breeze by the beach grass and the rise of the dune.
We bought the place because of the deck. We can lie naked in the sun all day, observing through the mesh that surrounds the railing those who, clothed, sun and play and swim below us.
The deck is on the upper floor overlooking the dune and onto the wide expanse of sand that slopes down to the water´s edge, where the seagulls, terns and sandpipers run about on hungry errands. In the winter, it is beautiful and desolate and we prowl the beach for treasures, investigate the dunes and washes while there is no one to see but the creatures that live there so secretively. In the summer, it is still beautiful, but populated with sun worshipers from the city. The creatures withdraw into their burrows, except at night. The sea birds, ever hungry, never cease their search.
There are other houses along the dunes much like our own, but there is no other near us with a deck and with quite the view we have. We are very proud of it, we spend every day there we can. When we are not on the deck, we walk the beach, sit with others we know there, swim in the gentle surf.
On the lower floor another deck and back yard face the back of the dune. Even though it is open at the sides to our neighbors´ yards, Jill goes topless there. It is private as few places are because it is obscured by tangled masses of prickly beach roses. I am convinced something lives beneath them.
At night we swim naked, knowing there are others who do so, too. When we meet them in the water, we pretend – either not to see one another, or to accept each others´ nakedness as natural. But there is no doubt that after such a meeting, especially when we meet another naked couple in the brilliant moonlight, our lovemaking is raw, swift – more passionate than usual. Seeing our neighbors´ naked bodies, being nonchalantly naked with them, excites me. It makes Jill wet and passionate beyond any dreams I once had of what sex with her would be. And, I´m an optimist!
Jill and I have been together only a little longer than we have had the house at the beach. Somehow, I think something about the place and its sexual heat, its feeling of sexual adventure, binds us together. We are very different; most of our interests diverge, though they do not conflict. We allow each other our freedom, to work, for friends, in most things. We are together because our genitals long for each other. Our life together is based on sex; fucking is our foundation. Talking about it is our communion.
When we met, it was at a gallery opening and I was attracted to her breasts, the sharply defined buttocks and dark Irish beauty; we left together soon after and stripped as soon as we could find shelter. I chewed her entire body that evening and all that night. Not just her breasts and her cunt and her mouth and her toes: every bit of her. I chewed her skin and swallowed her whole. I drank from her cunt, her armpits, her navel, the crack of her ass. I crammed my cock into her every opening, even those I could never penetrate. She demanded it.
’Fuck my navel,’ she said. ’Fuck my ear, come in it.’
We had sex from Friday evening until Monday morning and time for work. When we left work, it was to meet and mate again. It was not, of course, constant intercourse, but an evolving sexual adventure, touching, tasting, feeling, grasping, kissing. Lying together with our slippery, soaking genitals in contact. A constant friction of moist, naked nearness.
After a week of this, we sat naked together in her apartment. “You make me horny,’ she said.
“You´re always horny,’ I replied.
“No, really. Mostly with you. I´ve had lovers; lots of them, I guess you´d say. The sex was just sort of what you did, and I did it a lot, but I could usually take it or leave it. You know, casual. You make me hot just to look at you. I see you and I want to strip you – like I did that first night. I want to do things with you…’
She got up and walked naked to the window, stood looking across the city street and confessed softly into the glass. “I want to do things I used to tell my girlfriends were dirty, disgusting.’ She turned to look at me, leaning against the window frame, her buttocks pressed against the glass. “Until that night we met, I would never stand naked in front of a window like this. I never have, this is the first time.’
“Why are you doing it now?’
“Because it makes me hot to think that someone can see me – really, to know that you know they can – and know that you either want them to or don´t care if they do. My cunt is dripping; it makes me want to fuck you.’
I got up and went to where she stood by the window. I could see no one across the street, but who knows?
“Turn and face the window,’ I said. She turned, and I pressed her nakedness against the glass. Her breasts and belly were flattened against the window pane. “Spread your legs,’ I said. She moved her feet as I slid between the cheeks of her ass.
“Fuck me,’ she said. “Right here. Let them watch.’ I slid inside her and humped her against the glass, playing with her breasts, reaching to slip my finger into her sex and tickle her clit, kissing her neck now and then, but mostly exposing her body as we had the kind of open, wild, though languorous sex that was how we expressed our love for each other. I pulled back from her and fucked her ass until we came, framed for the world in the window. Afterward, for the first time, she told me she loved me.
The next day she met me after work at a bar we like. “I´ve been to the beauty parlor,’ she told me in the darkened booth.
“I thought you had your hair cut last week.’ Jill´s hair is very simple; she spends little on it.
“I got a wax job.’ She grabbed my hand, pulled it between slick thighs; her vaginal folds were bare, smooth – and wet. She looked at me as she rubbed my hand on her sex. “No panties. It´s another one of those things I always thought was dirty. So was shaving my pussy, letting someone see it. I sat there with my legs spread wide while this great-looking girl took all my hair off.’ She grinned and moaned, humping my hand. “Like it?’
I took her home and we explored her new nakedness for hours.
We found the beach house some weeks later. We moved into it together and, almost as an afterthought, consolidated our living into the larger of our two apartments in the city.
In the city we are yuppie-stuffy. We dress seriously – our clothes are conservative armor against the workday world. We work hard, network intensely, play the professional games, make a lot of money, strive for advancement. Until we get home and we strip and fuck. Then, it is hard for us to dress again and go outside to shop or meet our peers. When we return, we strip again. We are naked as much as possible. Jill says, “I like it that you can just stick it in me. And I can always grab your cock and make you hard. I never knew it could be…’ She hesitated for a word. “Exciting. No, fulfilling. That´s more like it.’
She told me she was serious about what she calls her “disgusters’, the things she used to think were dirty. She is now resolved to try them all. “Until I find one I don´t like,’ she said, “then I´ll have to re-think. Somehow, with you, nothing seems dirty as long as it makes me feel good.’
At work one day, an email from Jill told me to meet her at an address I didn´t recognize. It turned out to be a tattoo parlor.
“I want some roses,’ Jill told me. “And, I want you to watch.’ So, I watched as the artist drew a red rose about one inch to the right of her hairless pussy, where it could only be seen if Jill spread her legs as widely as possible. When he was finished, Jill observed herself in a mirror. “Put a yellow one on the other side,’ she said.
As we left the parlor, she crushed my arm.
“You all right?’ I asked, “Did it hurt? What was this one about?’
“I used to think letting a man see my panties was sick. That guy had his nose just inches away from my pussy for an hour. And, I´m so horny I could rape you here,’ she said.
One Saturday, Jill told me we had an appointment in the afternoon, but wouldn´t tell me what it was about. She was dressed sexily – but that was standard weekend wear, now.
We went out, ending up in a loft belonging to a photographer. In the elevator, Jill told me, “I want you to screw me on camera. I´m going to put it on the DVD and play it all the time.’
We went in, and when the cameraman was ready, we stripped each other and began making love. “Make it last,’ she said, and I ate her, fucked her front and back, top and bottom, making her come as often as I could. We displayed her body, her sex, our mutual abandon in every way we could think of. Having the camera and cameraman peering at every fold of her sex, recording every squish and moan turned me on, but it also gave me enough objectivity to go on and on.
When we got home, she told me, “Dirty movies were disgusting. Letting someone watch was disgusting. But I know I´m going to love this.’ She took the disc and put it in the player, sat down to watch. Now, it runs almost all the time, and the sight of our continuing sex display turns her on more than ever.
“What really turns me on,’ she says, “is when I see the roses.’
At the beach, we appear quite different from our outward city personas. A lot of our beach neighbors are clearly there to extend their up-tight city life-style, but we are not. Our clothes are simple, clinging, revealing, transparent. Jill has found us both what she calls ‘wall-paper shorts´. In public, she is a scandal that delights us both; she wears tights that show the shape of her sex with a light scarf that scarcely covers her breasts; a singlet over tiny panties. She says she used to conceal her figure, only showing contours. Now, she says she´s learned to wear her breasts as ornaments – and they are usually more or less visible, jiggling, moving, inviting. She is always a walking, swaying sexual invitation for me.
“I used to think a woman showing off her body was disgusting,’ she explained, “but I´ve discovered I´ve got a good body, and that showing it off is fun.’
“Fun?’ I asked.
“Well, yes, but it´s more than that. It makes me hot. What´s better is, it makes you hot.’
One day – not the only occasion – as we left the supermarket, I was struck by her blatant sensuality and, in the midst of the shopping crowd I slipped my hand under her top, grasping her breast, thumbing her nipple. She turned and kissed me, grabbing my ass. “Fuck me,’ she said. By the time we reached home, she had me hard in her mouth.
At the beach, we relax utterly, soaking in the sun, walking the beach day and night. We look over the beach from our deck, not merely searching for sexual sights, but also enjoying the sunshine, the fogs, the changing color of the water and sky. Even the storms excite us, an opportunity for fireside lovemaking. We walk along the sand, finding shells, watching the dunes as they change, the people as they rest and play and exchange their sexual challenges. When we find a hidden byway, we use it, shedding what clothes we wear and making love in the open air.
Some evenings, we lean on the deck rail and watch the bathers in the dim light of the moon or merely of the stars. We watch them walk along the beach, watch them look about and speculate until they feel safe from prying eyes like ours, and then they drop their robes, their clothes, their inhibitions. They swim, caressing each other in the water, sometimes making love in the surging waves. Or, more often they come up the beach and spread their robes or towels on the sand and make love beneath the stars. We watch the women stretch themselves and spread their legs, the men mounting them. Or, they kneel in the sand, fucking frantically as the waves slip in and out around their knees.
We have watched dozens of these scenes, and when they are finished, or while they proceed, we are naked, too, feeling each other. My hands are in Jill´s cunt, on her breasts. She chafes my cock, sliding her hand on my wetness, keeping me hard and slippery but not allowing me to rise beyond a certain point, or penetrate her until, when the lovers below have climaxed and are gone, we fall onto the mats and I thrust into her, meeting her rising, grasping cunt and we pleasure each other until we gasp and cry out our own orgasms.
Some of our neighbors, who are just as duplicitous as we are, will meet us in the water of an evening, naked as if by chance. We glance at each other´s bodies and wander off to find a less populous place. In the daytime, we look at each other just as normal people, but somehow, there is an awareness, a secret smile that says ‘I know what´s under those clothes, that bathing suit´. I have seen neighbors – men and women – looking at Jill with knowing hunger. I have seen her undress them – no, simply ignore their clothes – perusing their bodies in a way that shows she knows the shape of their bare skin. Her gaze is positively feral.
No one says anything about this. It is a secret we share openly; keeping it is a trust we have all accepted. It makes life at the beach a sexual adventure with a power I can hardly describe. Jill says it is like fucking behind a glass wall. She loves it and so do I.
One summer evening this year, about midnight, we went down to the beach and dropped the towels that were all we wore. We went out into the water, swam for a few minutes, but without much interest. We had come to the beach to fuck, not to swim, and it wasn´t long before we walked back up to the soft sand and spread the towels. Jill lay down and spread her legs, the open lips of her sex beckoning me in the moonlight. I fell between her feet and thrust inside her.
As we fucked, I saw a pair of feet beside us. Neither of us had looked to see if there were others approaching when we joined our bodies, but now we had company. Jill noticed about the same time I did, stiffened briefly, then thrust back at me with increased passion.
There were male feet on one side, female feet on the other. Jill´s hand left my back and lifted, reaching toward the male, and then I felt a touch on the small of my back, a hand caressing my buttocks, slipping between my cheeks and cupping my balls. I thrust and moaned and prayed I could last forever.
Jill signaled she wanted to get on top. As though we were alone, I pulled back and we changed positions, her cunt sliding down on my cock. Now, I could see the two people beside us, naked as we were. The woman was full-breasted, the man powerful-looking and erect.
Jill sat upright, hands on her thighs, looking at them by turns as she lifted, then ground her cunt on me. She reached into her folds to play with her clit, and each of them took one of her breasts in their hands and kissed her nipples. The woman dropped her own breast to my mouth and I seized it with both hands, sucking her nubbin while Jill rose and fell on my shaft. The man kissed Jill; she grabbed his cock. The woman kissed me, probing, then reached into Jill´s sex, rubbing. In moments, we came with moans and cries.
When we recovered, the couple was gone. We talked, hugging, rolling about before running into the water to wash the sand off. We agreed it was one of the most intense sexual experiences we had shared. And, we would take the implied chances again, whenever possible.
The next day, Jill returned from the supermarket. “I saw the woman from last night. She said to me, ‘Nice to see you. Did you enjoy yourselves?´ I nearly came on the spot.’ We were on the deck, naked. Jill´s hand went between my legs, grasping, lifting me against her belly, rubbing her cleft against my shaft. “She could see how hard my nipples were. She knew, and she positively leered at me.’
“But we didn´t really do it with them, you know.’
Jill moved back, naked before me, her body tense with arousal. “I want to. I want to show off for you, show you how much I love it. How good I am at it. I´ve been thinking about it for weeks now. It used to be, I got hot looking at you. Now, I just seem to be hot all the time. My mind invents new things.’ She looked at me, “I don´t know what it is, but it feels wonderful.’
“I think about it every time I see you out there flaunting your body, and you know I love to see you do it. And last night – I can still see you holding his cock. Hold still.’
We joined again and it was fun and love and lust and hot slimy wetness and finally, exhaustion.
Days later at the supermarket, I saw the woman pushing a shopping cart. She smiled warmly at me, and when she pushed past me in the crowded aisle, her breasts brushed firmly across my back. When I told Jill, she admitted that, a day or so before, she had seen the man as well. She told me how, at a busy shelf, she had pressed her body against his arm and run her hand over the front of his shorts.
“I don´t know what it is,’ she said, “but I can´t get that night out of my mind. When I saw him in the store, I remembered holding his cock on the beach. I wanted him, do you know that? I wanted to put my hands in his pants and play with him right there. How did it make you feel when she rubbed you?’
“Just the same. It was all I could do not to grab her. What do you want to do about it? Anything?’
Jill leaned against the side of the deck, her legs spread. She looked at me and slid her finger across her clit.
“Yeah. Anything,’ she said. “Anything we can get away with.’ Her shoulders wriggled involuntarily as her finger moved, exciting her. “How about I ask them over next time I see them? We can do a barbecue and see where things go. What do you think?’
I thought I liked it. Later that day, Jill rolled over in the sunshine. “You remember what I told you once? How, when I´m with you I want to do dirty things? I still do, you know. It hasn´t gotten any better. And, I just had an idea. You want to come shopping with me?’
I followed her into the house, where she put on a short, open midriff top and a very short tennis skirt. She turned to me, lifting her knee and showing me her naked pussy; the red rose.
“Get your pants on. I´m in a hurry.’
At the store, we shopped, sort of. That is, I followed Jill as she went up and down the aisles, taking things off the upper shelves, looking at stuff on the lower shelves. When she reached up, her skirt rode over her bare buttocks and I could see the globes of her breasts. When she bent down, she exposed her pussy. There were people in the store, but somehow, even though Jill showed me her ass at least a dozen times she never exposed herself to anyone else as far as I could tell. But it turned us both on.
“God, I´m wet,’ she murmured to me in front of the meat case.
“Want to check out the cucumbers?’ I suggested. She dug me in the ribs with her elbow.
“No,’ she said, rubbing against me, “We´re going home and you´re going to screw me silly.’
We paid for the few things we had bought and walked out of the store toward our car. The couple from the beach were walking toward us through the parking lot. Jill nudged me. I dropped a bag of apples in front of them.
“Oh, dear,’ Jill exclaimed, bending down, her behind pointed directly at the woman. “Sorry,’ she said, making sure the deep-cut front of her top showed her breasts to the man.
We collected the apples, while both of them took full advantage of Jill´s display. When the act was over, I looked at the man and introduced ourselves. Jill was more direct.
“We´ve been talking about that night on the beach,’ she said to Tenly, the woman, without preamble. “We really loved it.’
Greg spoke in return, “So did we.’
“Come for something to eat tonight, can you?’ Jill giggled at the amused, delighted look they gave her. “Well, I mean, we´ll start with supper, all right?’
When they arrived that evening, Jill still wore the tennis outfit. Tenly´s gauzy shift clung to her breasts. As we moved toward the upper deck, it kept getting caught between her buttocks and thighs.
“I like that,’ Jill said, caressing Tenly though the fabric. “Tell me where you got it, but later.’
Our deck is covered with mats for sunning, is equipped to feed us when we spend our naked days there. Our guests looked around, immediately grasping the implications. Jill went to Greg and put her arms around his neck, kissed him quickly. Then, she embraced Tenly, hips against hers, and leaned back slightly to look in her face.
“I´ve never done this,’ she said, and kissed Tenly´s lips. The other woman returned the embrace, her hand reaching under Jill´s skirt, lifting it as she cupped the solid flesh.
“You do it well,’ Tenly said, and as Jill turned to make drinks, came and kissed me. She dug into the waistband of my shorts, and I explored her backside for as long as her lips held mine. When we broke, Jill was hugging Greg, his hand under her top, busy with her nipples.
With drinks, we settled on benches. The late afternoon sun was warm and pleasant as we talked, getting to know each other. They live down the beach a mile or two, have a house near the beach on a cove we´d not yet found.
“There´s a rocky point on each side,’ Greg explained. “You probably come to the end of your beach and don´t go further.’
“Sounds like you´ve got real privacy,’ Jill said.
“That´s what we like most of the time,’ Tenly replied. “We never have to wear anything unless we want to, even though we like to come down along this beach sometimes.’
“Especially at night?’ I suggested.
“Especially,’ Greg confirmed.
“And,’ Tenly continued, “it´s great when we want to have a party.’
Our talk drifted to ‘how long have you been here´ and other trivia, but the stage was set. Jill, sitting next to Tenly on the bench opposite Greg and me, moved as she talked, making sure her skirt exposed her bareness. When she pulled off her top, Tenly slipped the straps of her shift to let it fall to her waist. Our shirts went at the same time. We all looked as we talked, examining each other´s bodies. By the time we started grilling steaks, we were naked.
When we sat down to eat, Jill pointedly sat on the bench next to Greg. Tenly sat next to me, her thigh touching mine.
“You do this often?’ she asked, “You sure have a great setup for it.’
“First time,’ Jill said. “We´ve been concentrating on our own thing, I guess.’
“And that is…?’ Greg asked her.
Jill moved closer, put her arm around him and her breast against his arm. She looked directly at him. “We fuck a lot,’ she said. “We love the sea, the beauty, all that, but mostly it makes us horny and then we fuck.’
I felt Tenly´s body warm against my side, though she was looking at Jill. “So do we. It´s what we like best.’ She turned toward me, her breast touching my biceps. “That night, down there on the beach… Was that your first time?’
I maintained the contact. “Not the first time we did it there, but the first time we had an audience.’ I leaned into her a little. “We loved it. We´ve talked about almost nothing else since then. I think about it a lot. Sucking your tit while she rode me.’
Jill nodded. “So do I. Think about it, I mean. Really makes me hot.’
Tenly said, “We have a few friends…’
Greg added, “We´re going to have a party. Perhaps you´ll join us Friday.’
I nodded in response to Jill´s look. She replied, “I think, by the time we get through tonight, we´ll know if we want to come…’ She chuckled and reached into Greg´s lap. “…uh, well, you know.’
I ate Tenly for dessert, then watched as the two women loved each other. Greg and I fucked them as long as we were able and it was early in the morning when they left.
When we sat in the sun eating breakfast, I said, “Jill, I don´t know when I´ve seen you so turned on.’
“Last night, you mean. Oh, God, yes. I nearly jumped them both when they came in the house. Just that dress got me hot. It was all I could do to keep my clothes on as long as I did. I loved watching you fuck her and eat her. I loved watching you watch me fuck Greg. I loved it all. I want more.’
“You said you wanted to do all the things you used to think were dirty and disgusting. But you´ve always avoided group stuff.’
“I want to do those things with you, yes. And I discovered that it isn´t dirty. It´s fun. No, it´s incredibly exciting and satisfying and it makes me hot to even think about it. That´s kind of a surprise.’
“You mean, you really did think it was dirty, before?’
“Yeah. Well, and with most of the guys I knew it was dirty. But, I think they made it dirty, because they thought it was. And, I went along with it. I mean, all my friends bought into it, too.’
“What happened to change your mind?’
“Making it with you that first time was so exciting, and somehow I never felt as though any of the things we did was dirty. They were the way we showed our love.’
“Some of it was pretty extreme.’
“Yes it was, wasn´t it?’ She rubbed up against me, reaching for me, holding me. “But it all felt right, good. Because that´s how you felt about it. I found out that when it feels right, it is right. And, we´ve been pushing it ever since, haven´t we?’
“How far do you want to go?’
“Are you worried?’ She cuddled me, held me close, trying to be reassuring, though that wasn´t what I´d meant.
“No, not at all. I want to be sure you´re okay with it. I suppose there may be a point beyond which I don´t want to go, but I don´t know where that is, yet.’
“You´ll tell me, won´t you, as soon as you know? Not when it´s too late?’
“That´s what I want to do. Will you do the same?’ We were lying now, holding each other close, our bodies entwined though not joined.
“When I have a problem, you´ll know. I want to go until I can´t go any further – as long as you´re with me.’
“Tell me what you felt last night.’
“When they came over, when I looked at them, I got so hot. Right from that night on the beach I´d wanted to try it with them, the four of us doing it together. When they were here, I just went nuts. I´ve never kissed a woman before, but it won´t be the last time. I loved watching you put your cock into her. I loved having her myself. I loved you watching me – with her and with him. Is it all right? It was wonderful, all of it was. Are you having trouble with any of it?’
“Not as long as you let me have you when I get hot myself.’
I said, “Do we go there Friday? There´ll be other people there we don´t know. I guess you´ll have to screw anyone who wants you. Is that what you want?’
“Well, so will you. Isn´t that what men want? To screw everything in sight? Anyway, I guess I can always find an excuse if I don´t want to. I know how to say ‘No´.’
“I know you do, but I´ve never heard you say it. What about it?’
“Screwing a lot of men, you mean? I don´t know. I mean, the idea´s exciting. I´m really turned on just thinking about it, even though I never used to be. When Greg did me and then you screwed me right after, it was heaven. I´ve been thinking about screwing Greg, and then having some other guy climb on. Yeah, I want to try it. See how I like it. What will you do if I really like it?’
“Don´t know. I´ll tell you when I find out. Just make sure I´m a part of it. And, of course, I´ll get to have any of a whole bunch of other women, too. I may like that a lot. I´ll tell you how it feels.’
Friday evening, we drove to the cove. The house was hidden behind bushes, and we saw that the whole area was totally private, the beach completely blocked from trespass.
“Of course,’ Tenly had said, “someone could climb up on the ridges, there, but it´s never happened.’
As the group assembled everyone was dressed, though the women were in scanty things that showed more than they hid. Jill and Tenly had kissed thoroughly when we entered, and most of the women Jill met kissed her, too. Those that didn´t kiss her, kissed me, a stranger, just as all the women did. As the kisses and caresses continued, it was clear that conversation was not the first order of business. It wasn´t long before Jill´s dress was gone, along with the clothing of the rest of the guests.
I was standing at the steps of the deck caressing a woman who had attached herself to me. I was hard and she was playing with me, gently. We talked idly about the bodies we saw, about the different people. She was telling me about some of the men and what they liked. She told me about some of the women and what they liked, too. Then she started telling me what she liked.
I saw Jill sink onto a mat on the deck nearby and guide the cock of the man she was with into her pussy. At about the same time, the woman whose breast I was squeezing lifted her leg and pulled me inside her. It was the beginning of a long evening that left me worn out, but incredibly satisfied. I had many of the women; none seemed to mind if I left them before I came, as long as I made them come.
Jill hardly spoke as we drove home. In bed, I asked her, “Are you all right? Was it okay?’
She snuggled up to me, took me in her hand and murmured, “You only screwed me once, that time with the other guy. I´m fine, but it was enough. Talk to you later.’ She kissed me and fell asleep.
In the morning, though a mouthful of muffins, she said, “It wasn´t dirty…’ She swallowed and went on, “and it wasn´t disgusting. I came a lot and I really had a good time. I liked having one guy right after another – it was fantastic. But, you know what? I had all the impersonal sex I wanted. I don´t want to do exactly that again, not for a while. Maybe just with people I know.’ The phone rang and she picked it up.
“Hi, Tenly,’ she cradled the phone on her bare shoulder, “yes, I did. But, like I was just saying to Jase, I got enough for a while… Right… You do? Yes, it´s impersonal, but it´s fun, too – up to a point… That´s really interesting; I want to talk to you about it. Yeah. Look, why don´t you two come over later? After lunch, okay? See you.’
She grinned at me. “Tenly said they don´t do that often, either. Just now and then, when they´re up for it. They´re coming over later – says she wants to try our sun porch again, talk about it. And, she says she wants to get to know you better.’
“I think we can both handle that. What about your disguster search?’
“I´m putting that on hold. I realize it´s sort of that I´ve been looking for something I don´t like. Now, I´ve learned there are a lot of things I do like that I want to do more of with people I like.’