“You look amazing!” I finally got out.
“How about me?” Jill asked, as she dropped her robe and spun around. Her muscles were even more defined then I thought, but they weren’t masculine looking. She was wearing a thong. Her suit was yellow and orange and fit her personality. Her ass was just as attractive as Tara’s, but in a totally different way.
“Joel, you’re drooling,” Carrie teased.
“Not yet,” I smiled. “Take off that robe.” She grinned and added her robe to the others on the floor.
“Now he’s drooling!” Tara laughed. I wasn’t, but it was close. Carrie was very tan and it went well with her hair. Her breasts filled out the top of the suit nicely. Her golden tan made her heart shaped ass extremely tantalizing. The bathing suit was a string bikini, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Our turn to take a look!” Jill said. “Joel, stand up.”
“Um…” I began, clearly embarrassed.
“Just think of it as a way of showing us how much you appreciate how hot we look,” Carrie grinned. I shrugged and stood self-consciously.
“I’d say that’s some appreciation,” Tara said, her eyes flashing lustfully.
“Damn!” Jill cried with a shake of her head. “Carrie, you lucky bitch!”
“You can say that again!” Carrie laughed as she walked up and gave me a hug. If anything, my cock hardened more. She rubbed up against it mercilessly.
“Not yet!” Tara giggled, pulling Carrie away from me. “It’s time for the tub.”
“I wouldn’t mind another drink,” Jill put in. I gave them their refilled glasses.
“Trying to get us drunk?” Tara asked.
“Like you ladies need it!” I snorted.
“You know,” Jill grinned. “We should invite guys more often. It’s a whole new experience!”
“I’ll say!” Tara laughed.
“I wouldn’t mind Joel coming with us again,” Carrie put in.
“You wouldn’t mind Joel doing quite a few things,” Jill retorted.
“Ladies, let’s get into the tub,” I said. “I can’t take much more of this talk.” They giggled.
Tara was the first in the tub, followed by Jill and then Carrie. I went last and Carrie gestured to the place next to her. I happily complied. It was a big tub, but it was cozy with the four of us in it.
“Now what?” I asked.
“We gossip!” Jill replied. I moaned.
“Oh brother!”
“It’s fun!” Tara laughed. “For instance, wait until you hear who’s dating Mr. Henk.”
“The track coach?” I asked in surprise.
“Not one of the students?” Jill added.
“Not this year’s student,” Tara replied meaningfully. “But I hear that Gina Davies from last year may actually be moving in with him.”
“It makes sense,” Carrie said. “She was on the track team.”
“I thought she had better taste,” Jill frowned. “Mr. Henk is such a letch!”
“I wouldn’t be too quick to judge,” Tara said. “What about your and Mr. Seafer?”
“You slept with Mr. Seafer?” I asked in awe.
“Leave him out of this!” Jill snapped at Tara, and then turned to me and said, “I did not sleep with him.”
“What about the kiss?” Carrie asked knowingly.
“It was one kiss!” Jill cried. “In fact it was a birthday kiss.”
“Teachers don’t normally kiss students on their birthdays,” I snorted, thinking about how wrong I was about Mr. Seafer. I always thought he was a good guy.
“Oh, it wasn’t my birthday,” Jill smiled slightly. “It was his.”
“Huh?” I asked intelligently.
“Look, it’s really no big deal,” Jill said, no longer smiling. “I was leaving work one night in the fall when he stumbled out of a nearby bar. He was pretty drunk so I gave him a ride home. It turns out his wife dumped him the week before. He was miserable. I was feeling pretty bad for him, so I helped him to his front door and gave him a birthday kiss.”
“Wasn’t there some tongue action involved on his part?” Tara prompted. Jill sighed.
“Yes, but I don’t think he realized what he was doing,” Jill admitted. “Like I said, he was drunk.”
“What happened the next day?” I found myself asking.
“Are you kidding?” Carrie asked. “Poor Mr. Seafer damn near quit and turned himself in to the school board.”
“It took quite some time to convince him to forget it ever happened,” Jill sighed. “He’s a nice guy. He never tried anything else with me.”
“That’s some story,” I said with a shake of my head.
“Yes, it is,” Jill sighed. “And if I ever hear that you told someone it, I’ll hunt you down and kill you.”
“Not to worry,” I smiled. “I can keep a secret.”
“Prove it,” Carrie said.
“Okay,” I frowned. “Did you guys know that Franky Collins is gay?”
“Really?” Tara asked in surprise.
“Of course not!” I said between laughs. “I can’t tell you any secrets I’m keeping. That would be breaking my word.”
“Bastard!” Tara snapped, splashing water at me. Carrie and Jill laughed along with me. I buried my face in Carrie’s shoulder to protect my eyes. It gave me one hell of a view of her breasts.
“Naughty, naughty,” Carrie whispered in my ear. She knew where I was looking. In answer I brushed one of my hands along her thigh under the water. She retaliated by squeezing my cock. Carrie was certainly not shy! I forgot about everything else for a moment and kissed her.
“Wow!” Jill said. “That looks like one hell of a kiss!” I broke away from Carrie and blushed.
“He is a good kisser,” Carrie admitted.
“Better than Roy Tolver?” Tara asked.
“Yes.”
“Bull!” Jill put in. “I kissed Roy sophomore year. No one kisses like him!”
“Who is this guy Roy?” I asked.
“He’s from Millton Academy,” Carrie answered. “It’s an all boys school.”
“We always get invited to their dances,” Tara put in. “Roy is just one of the guys there.”
“And all three of you kissed him?” I asked in amazement.
“Not on the same day!” Carrie laughed.
“Not even the same year,” Tara put in.
“Now I’m jealous of a guy I’ve never met!”
“I can fix that!” Jill laughed and moved toward me. It was obvious what she planned.
“Hey!” I cried in surprise, my eyes darting between Carrie and Jill for a moment.
“It’s okay,” Carrie said. “You can kiss her if you want.”
“I thought you said you three weren’t like that?” I asked in confusion, not quite grasping what was happening.
“I lied,” Carrie grinned, but Tara shook her head.
“We aren’t really,” she put in, moving closer as well. Her eyes promised things that sent a chill right through me.
“The truth is,” Carrie said, smiling. “That two months ago we came here to celebrate Tara’s eighteenth birthday.”
“She’s the youngest,” Jill put in helpfully.
“She’d just broken up with her boyfriend and Jill refused to date high school boys anymore after the fiasco with Todd last semester,” Carrie said, slipping her hand past the band of my bathing suit.
Her hand quickly found my cock. She squeezed it once before grabbing hold and starting to work it back and forth. I moaned. Carrie certainly knew what she was doing. The weirdest part was she didn’t even bother stopping her explanation. “I was dating Jimmy and as usual, we were fighting.”
“I decided to have some fun and brought a couple of porn movies I found in my brother’s closet,” Jill said, taking over the explanation. “I figured we watch them, make fun and have a great time.”
“Which is exactly what we did,” Tara added. “The only problem was that the movies also made us extremely hot. There was one with a crazy sorority lesbian scene.”