It was simply divine. Luke, Adam and I all struggled a bit with the fiery heat of the dish, while I could see Nadia and Tim quietly adding more sambal on the side, but the flavours were incredible, lingering long on the tongue. We finished off with a fresh melon salad and ice-cream, and then sat around in absolute contentment.
“Wow. Just Wow,” said Lucy. “So glad you came up, Nadia.”
“The others helped,” said Nadia modestly.
“Bullshit we did”, I said. “We bow to your glory, mistress”.
“We are your slaves forever,” added Tim, a tad unnecessarily I thought, but Nadia smiled, and responded.
“It’s always good to have offers of eternal submission.”
With that, we all helped clean up. I had thought that we would probably all head to bed early, but there was one more treat in store. Lucy and Tim had been whispering together, and then Lucy came to me and asked me to organise glasses of wine all around while she and Tim presented “an item.”
With that, Tim brought out his violin, and started tuning up, with Lucy sitting at the piano. We had not heard either of them play. Lucy was studying a music degree, so I knew she had to be pretty good, while Tim was obviously keen as mustard and confident with his skills.
It turned out that they weren’t just good. They were fucking fantastic. They had dug out a well-thumbed book of Vivaldi’s ‘Four Seasons’, arranged for piano and violin. We sat around with our glasses of wine, on our hot Darwin evening with the ceiling fans blasting and the louvres open to the air. I could hear another thunderstorm in the distance, but then all outside awareness was lost as they launched into ‘Spring’, playing almost flawlessly together without rehearsal. They finished that, paused for a quick sip of wine each, and then with a quick nod at each other, started ‘Summer’ and played it through, before another quick break, and then ‘Autumn’ and ‘Winter’. Watching them was really something. Lucy’s fingers flashed across the keyboard with total confidence, and she barely looked at the music except to track the rough place and flick through the page turns. Tim stood near her, dramatically poised, and face shining as they navigated the peaks and troughs of the piece.
I looked around the rest of the group. Adam and Luke were sitting a bit stunned, like they were processing something written in a foreign language — they were clearly impressed, but floundering. Nadia, however, was transfixed, gazing at Tim in particular with her eyes moist and glistening, and breathing shallowly while holding her body utterly still.
They finished, stood up together and theatrically bowed to us while we applauded.
There was also noise of applause from outside, and when we looked out the front, a small group of neighbours had gathered, beers in hand rather than wine. It looked like they’d been having a BBQ and then had come down to see where the music was coming from. They were an older crowd, but looked friendly, so we did the right thing, wandered downstairs, and said hello to them, leaning over the front fence to chat.
“You know we don’t have four seasons, love, don’t you?” said a bloke opposite me with tatts, a big moustache, and beery breath. “Some say we’ve got two, the Wet and the Dry. Some people say we’ve got six aboriginal seasons. But I reckon we’ve got three: hot, bloody hot, and fucking hot.”
I laughed politely, but before we talked further, there was an enormous flash of lightning, a massive clap of thunder sounded almost instantaneously, and we ran for cover as the heavens opened, with a massive blast of cool air coming down with the storm. We cleaned up after dinner with the sound of rain drumming on the roof.
“Are we still going to be okay for the trip?” asked Luke.
“Should be fine,” said Lucy. “This isn’t the monsoon: it’s just a storm. But it’s nice after the heat.”
We showered again and headed to bed in the same sleeping arrangements as before, with Lucy warning us all to be ready early in the morning.
“Tim, I know you’re high after that incredible performance, but don’t you keep Luke awake with your talking,” I said with a smile, and Luke gave me a grateful look. But I also noticed Nadia lean over and whisper into Tim’s ear. He looked startled, then nodded.
In our room, Lucy and I got ready for bed. It was a bit cooler after the storm, so we didn’t have the fan up as high. Lucy looked at me hesitantly and said “You probably noticed last night that I prefer to sleep in just my knickers. Is that okay? I thought after this morning that you’d probably be cool with it.”
I smiled and said, “Your house, your rules.” After a moment, I followed her lead by not putting on a fresh sleep shirt: it would, after all, save on the washing, which was already building up in the humidity with frequent changes of clothing. I laid down on my side of the bed, and then without thinking too much about it, rolled over, and gave her a quick hug under the sheet, my bare breasts pressed against her back. “That was incredible what you did with Tim then,” I murmured. “Thank you, Lucy.”
She smiled sleepily and clasped my hand, and then within a couple of minutes she was gently snoring. I stayed pressed against her for a couple of minutes more, then rolled back to my side, and drifted off.
I awoke a couple of hours later needing to go to the bathroom. I slipped out of bed, just in my knickers, and after doing my business was heading back past the main room towards the bedroom, when I noticed a noise coming out of Nadia’s room: a rhythmic squeaking of springs audible above the ceiling fans, and some moaning.
“Nadia!” I thought to myself, amused, “…and…. I presume Tim?”
My inner busybody got the better of me, and I turned to creep towards Adam’s couch to check that he was still there, only to bump right into his bare chest, as he had come up behind me. I got the shock of my life, and just restrained a little shriek. He grinned, clasped one arm around my naked back, and put a finger from the other hand to my lips. He bent over and whispered in my ear, “Tim, I think.”
“So now we know the way to Nadia’s heart,” I replied.
“That we do,” he said. “I wish I could match his skills.”
“I’m sure you get a lot of interest on other occasions,” I whispered, tracing down the side of his ribs. “I’m sorry you’re the one who got lumped with the couch, too, but that won’t last forever.”
Something hard was pressing against my stomach.
“Fuck it,” I thought to myself. There was no way either Adam or I were going to get back to sleep without some relief, and we both needed more sleep before leaving in the morning. In fact, if either of us were driving, it would be dangerous to not have sleep. So, it was only right that we took care of things, correct?
“Come over here,” I whispered, and led him back to the couch in the darkened lounge. It wasn’t ideal for sex. I wasn’t sure if Adam had any protection on hand, and if we stained it, we wouldn’t be the most favourite house guests. However, I took the cushions and sheets off the couch and onto the floor to give us a bit more space. I asked Adam to lie down, and then kissed my way down his body until I reached his jocks and eased them down his legs. He was large, uncut, and hard. I suckled a little on him, and then I stood up again, took my knickers off, and got right over him in a ’69’ position. I pushed my pussy into his face until he got the appropriate amount of tongue action going, and then went back down on him in earnest, hands and mouth working away at his length.