Finn slowly thumbed through the rack of rental tuxes. Too many of them were garish colors, leaving only a few his size in classic black. If you were going to dress up, why would you want to look like a peacock or a pastel Wiggles actor? A tux should be elegant. Smooth, with straight lines and a sense of style. None of these matched what he wanted for their senior prom.

He sighed. He’d have to settle for… something. Hopefully it’d be close.

“Finn!”

He turned to see Eli posing a few feet away. He had on a powder blue tux jacket and pants, with a dark blue stripe down the side.

“Looking hot!” He hooked his thumbs under the wide jacket labels and grinned.

Finn rolled his eyes. “If you say so.” With Eli’s lanky frame and mop of black hair, he looked more like a cartoon than a man.

Eli snorted. “I’m getting it.”

“You do that.” Finn turned back to the rack. Did he want the smoothness of silk or something less likely to stain?

In Finn’s pocket, his phone vibrated. Mac’s ringtone. He pulled it out and tapped the picture of the two of them together at Homecoming. It opened to a text of a picture of a burgundy silk fabric. It had to be her dress. The photo was too close for him to make out more than the color, though.

“Match to this,” the words underneath read.

Finn grinned. At least his girlfriend had style, even if their friends didn’t. She’d also picked one of his favorite colors. That wasn’t a surprise.

Finn snorted softly. MacKenzie and he had been a couple since we were thirteen. Ever since he’d ridden his bike past her house and seen the brunette girl trying to inflate her own bike tire. Then they’d been each other’s firsts at sixteen. That night had been magic. The first feel of her flesh surrounding his own. Her cries when he came inside her, triggering her own release.

He knew her moods and her whims and the little mole on her thigh. She knew his habit of shaking his head after he sneezed. She knew how he’d curl his toes when she gently bit his nipple.

She knew everything about him.

And she was the only one.

The closer they got to graduation, the more that bothered him.

He loved her, but… one woman? For the rest of his life?

He sighed.

He did love her.

The screensaver had kicked in, showing Mac with a smile as wide as the ocean. He’d taken it on her eighteenth birthday. The necklace, his gift, was prominently displayed.

He tapped his phone and sent her a heart emoji. Then he tried to decide which jacket would best match her dress.

Finn grimaced as Eli revved the engine of his Mustang. His Dad’s Mustang, to be more precise. They were at a red light and not a drag race, but that didn’t prevent Eli from pretending it was the Grand Prix. At least he didn’t drive recklessly.

“This is gonna be so dope!” Eli said.

“This?” Finn tilted his head and looked at his friend with amusement. Eli’s enthusiasm was far higher than usual.

“Prom. Our Senior Prom!”

“Yeah...”

The light changed and Eli hit the gas. The car jumped forward, but he quickly eased off the acceleration. The stoplight three blocks ahead was tuning yellow.

“Yeah,” he said. “You don’t care. You’ve got Mac.”

“Uhh…?”

“But it’s a big deal, you know?”

“Prom?”

“Yeah!” He gave Finn an “are you stupid?” look.

“It’s just a dance,” Finn replied.

“It’s what’s after the dance.”

“Huh? Oh!” Finn chuckled. “You and Megan.”

“Duh.”

They slowed to a stop at the next red light. Cross-traffic was light for a Saturday, which was just fine.

“You’re so lucky, you know,” Eli said.

“Lucky?”

“Yeah. You’ve got Mac.”

Finn crinkled his forehead. “But… you’ve got Megan. And Kaylee before her. And Sophia before her.”

Eli snorted. “Sophia. Ugh.”

“Just because she wouldn’t sleep with you…”

Eli shot him a sideways glance. “Where’d you come up with that?”

“Well, she said⁠—”

“She lied. But… her reputation, you know?”

Finn let out a long breath.

“Besides, Kaylee was a lot better. And Megan’s pretty good so far. So, no loss.”

“Yeah,” Finn conceded. Then he thought back on Eli’s words. “Wait. So far?”

“Yeah…” Eli grinned. “Prom night’s it.” He waggled his eyebrows. “All of it, if you know?”

Finn rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna know.”

Eli shrugged. “Suit yourself.” The light changed and the car lunged forward as Eli floored it. Once again, he quickly let up on the gas. It wasn’t a light this time, but the turn into Finn’s neighborhood.

“Drop me at Mac’s,” he said.

Eli shrugged. “Sure.”

Finn leaned back in his seat. Sometimes he wondered why he was still friends with Eli. The guy did not get him at all. But they’d been in the same classes and on the same sports teams since Fourth Grade. So… inertia, maybe?

He hated that thought, but it was probably right.

MacKenzie threw her arms around Finn’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss the moment he was inside her door. Her lips were hot and the kiss lasted until he pulled back for air. They shared a smile and her brown eyes twinkled.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” he teased.

“Long enough!” She pulled his lips to hers for another passionate kiss before stepping back, still grinning.

“Good shopping?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Do I get to see it?” He took her hand and they started walking toward the couch in the family room, their usual hangout spot.

“The dress?” She snorted good-naturedly. “No. Not until Prom!”

He chuckled. He’d expected that answer.

“Well, are you going to tell me about it?”

“Mmm.” She tilted her head and put a finger to her chin like she was thinking hard. “Okay.”

They settled onto the couch, her nestling into her side.

“Okay?”

“Mmm.” She grinned at him. “Well, it’s full length but not billowy. Scoop neck.”

“Ah.” He waggled his eyebrows and pointedly looked at her ample chest.

She rolled her eyes. “Perv.”

“And you love it.”

She grinned and rewarded him with a kiss.

“So… classic,” he said.

“Mmm hmm.”

He grinned. “Cool.”

She smiled, still looking very pleased with herself. Then she ran a fingertip up his arm.

“Okay… so what else?” he asked.

She playfully shrugged.

“Is there something else about the dress?”

“Not the dress…” she drawled.

“Ah, what else did you buy?”

“Lingerie.” Her grin widened.

“Oh, ho! For under the dress?”

“Mmm hmm. And… more.”

Her hand was now rubbing his thigh while he gently stroked her back. She was on fire, which meant something had happened. He wasn’t sure what, but he knew his lines for this game.

“So…,” he said, “do I get to see the ‘more?’”

“Now?” Her eyes went mock wide.

He laughed and slid his hand down. She’d bent forward enough that he could reach her ass.

“Yes, now!” He gave her a light swat on her ass.

She jumped and then gave him a look of pure lust.

“Go on,” he urged. “I’ll wait here.”

She scurried off the couch and gave him a smoldering look before disappearing down the hall to her room.

He sighed happily. God, did he love her.

Finn leaned back on the couch and checked the clock. They had an hour before MacKenzie’s mom would be home, which would be plenty of time. He reached under the couch and pulled out the towel they kept there. If Mac’s mom had ever noticed it, she hadn’t said anything. After he’d spread the towel out to protect the cushions, he got undressed, piling his clothes on the end table. He was already hard, just thinking ahead.

Eli was right. He was lucky to have Mac.

So why was he restless?

It made no sense. He should be happy, but…

His thoughts cut off as he heard Mac’s heels clicking on the hardwood floor in the hall. His blood raced in anticipation.

Showtime.

MacKenzie walked into the family room in her black silk robe and black high heels. She’d brushed her auburn hair back and touched up her lipstick. She also smiled confidently as she walked in front of him and stood, her feet shoulder-width apart. Her eyes dropped to Finn’s hard cock, which he was lightly stroking, and she smirked.

“Let’s see it,” he said.

Slowly, she swayed side to side as she undid the robe’s sash. Then, with a quick yank, she pulled it all the way open and shrugged it off her shoulders. She stood there—black heels, black gauzy panties that showed her shaved slit, and a black gauzy bra that did nothing to hide her hard pink nipples.

“Oooh.” Finn said.

“You like?”

“Me likey. Me likey a lot.” He stood and moved to her. He just couldn’t wait.

Her mouth met his, and hungry as he was. As they kissed, he ran his hands over her back, her ass, and then around to the front, feeling her body under the lingerie. She whimpered in pleasure when he pinched her nipple.

Still kissing, he snaked one hand down to her pussy. She moaned as her rubbed her through the thin fabric. She was hot, and he could already feel her juices. She gasped again when her pressed hard on her clit.

He broke off kissing. “On the couch. Now.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You mean⁠—?”

“Mmm hmm. You first.”

Mac hurried to the couch where she sat and spread her thighs. Then she blinked and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties.

“Do you want—?” she asked.

“Leave ‘em on.” He could push them aside.

Finn knelt and smiled up at his girlfriend. Already breathing hard, she smiled back.

He used his fingers to push her panties aside.

And then he began to lick.

Mac squirmed and gasped. He couldn’t hold her hips like her preferred, not and keep her panties pushed to the side, so he paused and looked up.

“Hold still.”

She froze, her eyes wide. Then she nodded.

He returned to licking, focusing mostly on her clit. She quivered as she struggled not to move. Her breathing speeded up, especially once he started sucking. She started panting—the little pants that told him she was close.

So he slid a finger inside her, crooked it, and sent her over the edge.

She couldn’t hold still, not while she was coming. She shrieked and bucked her hips forward. Fortunately, he backed up just in time. As she arched her back, she clutched the cushions, desperate for some handhold. After another strangled cry, she shuddered, and then slowly came down from her peak.

He waited until she smiled down at him. A loopy, unfocused grin.

“Ready for me?”

She slowly nodded.

Finn sat on the couch while Mac slid her panties off. She kept the bra on. Then she straddled him and slowly sank down on his shaft. He sucked in his breath as her heat surrounded him. When she was all the way down, they were face to face. Her put his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

Hungrily, her mouth met his. She also started raising and lowering herself as they made out. Then she started undulating her hips and grinding her clit against him.

He broke the kiss. Her eyes were filled with lust.

“You are on fire!” he teased.

“Yeah…”

“Can’t be the lingerie.”

She shook her head, but then shuddered when he flexed his cock inside her.

“So…?”

“Megan…” she gasped.

“Ah… and what did Megan do?”

“Changed… together…” Mac gritted her teeth and trembled through a small orgasm.

“Ah… you saw her naked.”

Mac nodded and moved to kiss him. He turned his head.

“Not yet,” he chuckled.

She whined and squeezed his shaft, making it his turn to gasp.

“Please…?”

“So seeing Megan naked got you worked up?” Finn was close. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out himself, but he was definitely curious, and Mac would clam up when they were done.

She nodded, and then caught herself and shook her head.

“Yes?” he prodded. “No?”

“Yes… but… there was more.”

“More?”

She sat back so she could look him straight in the eyes. Hers burned with desire.

“I tell you, and you make me come?”

He nodded and shifted his hands to her hips. He’d start pounding her as soon as she told him.

Mac shuddered with anticipation.

“And…?” he asked. He pulled her down hard at the same time he thrust up.

She groaned. “Again!”

“And…?” he asked a second time.

“And… she… she touched my tits.”

He gasped himself in shock, but also pulled her down, rubbing her clit against him. She wailed as she came. Hard. Her pussy tightened and it was too much!

Jerking forward, Finn exploded.

He held onto her as she writhed and shook and gasped. The pleasure washed through him as well. He continued to fill her until he had nothing left. She collapsed forward onto his chest, breathing hard.

And that’s when they heard the garage door opening.

MacKenzie leaped off of Finn. She hurriedly grabbed her robe and discarded shoes. She quickly looked around, while Finn grabbed his own clothes and towel. When the door from the garage to the kitchen opened, they both dashed down the hall—her to her bedroom, him to the bathroom. He just barely remembered not to slam the door as he closed it behind him. Panting, he leaned against it.

That had been close!

Finn wiped the juices off his cock with the towel. He then folded it and shoved it to the bottom of the stack under the sink. Mac could move it to the laundry hamper later. The evidence hidden, he quickly got dressed.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Then he checked himself in the mirror. Other than being a little flushed, he looked fine.

He hit the handle on the toilet, and then washed his hands. The noise should help alleviate any suspicions. Then he took another deep breath, checked himself over once more, and went out to meet Mac’s mom.

Ms. O’Connell stood in the kitchen, thumbing through the mail that Mac had left on the table. She was frowning until she saw Finn, and then she smiled.

“Finn!” she said. “How was tux shopping?”

“Fine,” he said smoothly. “I found a good one.”

“Good. Did it take long?”

“A while. There were a lot of choices.” Well, a lot of choices for Eli. But if Ms. O’Connell thought he’d spent longer shopping than he had…

She nodded and returned to looking at the mail. When her chestnut hair fell across her face, she brushed it back. Then she frowned when she got to one envelope. She set the others down and started tearing it open.

“So,” she asked, “are you staying for dinner?”

“I’d love to,” he said. “Dishes as usual?”

“Yep.” She grinned. “Unless you and Mac want to cook tonight. I was planning on tacos.”

Her eyes darted back to the envelope, but she didn’t unfold the letter. Instead she looked pointedly at Finn.

He got the hint. “I’ll go ask her.”

Ms. O’Connell nodded and only then unfolded the letter.

Finn left, wondering what was taking Mac so long.

Finn found MacKenzie kneeling by the couch in the family room. She saw him come in and jerked upright, her face full of alarm. Then she looked past him, and sagged with relief.

“What?” he said quietly.

“My panties.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t have them.”

“You don’t have them?!”

She wildly looked around. “They gotta be here somewhere.”

Finn’s eyebrows shot up. He instinctively glanced back toward the kitchen, but didn’t see Ms. O’Connell.

“Okay, okay.” He thought furiously. She’d taken them off just before joining him on the couch, so they had to be somewhere near there.

But before he could plunge his hand between the cushions, they heard Ms. O’Connell’s footsteps. MacKenzie quickly moved to intercept her.

“Mom! Can Finn stay for dinner?”

“Of course. He needs to make sure it’s okay with his parents.”

Finn smiled. That wouldn’t be a problem. His parents loved MacKenzie. His mom called her the “daughter she’d never had.”

Which was a small problem, actually. They’d disown him if he dated anyone else. Not that he’d blame them, but…

Ms. O’Connell caught his expression and frowned.

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He fished his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll check right now.”

“Thank you.” Ms. O’Connell smiled before continuing on to the bathroom.

As soon as she was out of sight, MacKenzie let out a relieved sigh and dropped once again to her knees. As she poked around under the couch, Finn called his mom.

As expected, Finn’s mom was fine with him staying for dinner. What was not fine was MacKenzie couldn’t find her panties. Not under the couch. Not in the cushions. Not lying on the floor somewhere. MacKenzie grew more silently frantic with each place she looked. She only stopped when they heard her mom returning from the bathroom.

Ms. O’Connell slowly strode into the family room with a sour smile. She paused, and looked from MacKenzie to Finn and back again.

Then she held up MacKenzie’s panties, letting them dangle from her hand.

“Would either of you care to explain this?”

Finn’s heart pounded. He stared at the panties and then Ms. O’Connell’s face. She wasn’t mad—more irked. He had no idea what to say.

Neither did MacKenzie. She stood, frozen, staring wide-eyed at her mom.

“I found them wrapped inside a dirty towel under the sink,” Ms. O’Connell said. “Dirty… with stains I recognized.”

Finn still couldn’t move. MacKenzie started to breathe hard, almost in panic.

“I know you two are having sex. But… use the hamper, please?”

“You… you know?” MacKenzie stammered.

“Of course I know. Who pays for your birth control pills?”

“But she said she wouldn’t tell you!”

Ms. O’Connell sighed. “Your doctor didn’t. The billing department did. It’s in the pharmacy receipts.”

“Oh, god!”

Ms. O’Connell’s face softened. “It’s okay. I’ve known for sometime and I’m fine with it. You two love each other and, well,” she smiled, “I remember being eighteen, too.”

Finn let out a long, relieved breath.

“Besides,” Ms. O’Connell said with a smirk, “I’m glad someone in this house is getting laid.” She tossed the panties to MacKenzie. “Hamper next time.” She gave Finn a pointed look. “I’m going to fix dinner.”

He nodded. “I’ll be right there.”

They didn’t talk about anything meaningful until they’d all sat down for dinner. Ms. O’Connell waited until they’d even had a few bites before she set her fork down and propped her elbows on the table.

“Now,” she said, “that the secrets are out, let’s talk.”

Fear flashed on Mackenzie’s face, so Finn leaned forward.

“You mean about us having sex?”

“Mmm hmm. Obviously I don’t mind, but your parents might.” Ms. O’Connell nodded at Finn.

“They know,” he said. “I told my dad a year ago.”

“That makes thing simpler. Now, I don’t mind but trying to hide it and stuffing dirty towels in with the clean ones needs to stop.”

She looked pointedly at her daughter until Finn cleared his throat.

“That was my fault,” he said. “I apologize.”

“What were you doing?”

“Uh… we were having sex on the couch. The towel was to keep the cushion clean.”

That drew a smile from Ms. O’Connell. “Well, I’m glad you had that much sense.”

“Thank you,” MacKenzie said softly.

“I do appreciate it.” Ms. O’Connell sighed and rolled her eyes. “Lord knows…” But then she smiled. “Anyway… please keep doing that.”

Finn furrowed his brow. “Using a towel.”

“Mmm hmm. But put it in the wash next time, please.”

“So…,” MacKenzie asked. “You don’t mind that we were… on the couch?”

“Of course not.” Her mom smirked. “I like the couch myself. You can do it anywhere you want in the house. Well, except my bedroom. And I’ll do a better job of letting you know when I’m coming home early so you can, ah, finish up first.”

MacKenzie and Finn exchanged a long look of surprise.

“What?” Ms. O’Connell mused. “You think I wasn’t young once?”

Finn almost smirked. Ms. O’Connell was still pretty young, at least compared to his parents. But he caught himself and nodded instead.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Yes,” MacKenzie added. “Thanks.”

“Great!” Ms. O’Connell lifted her fork. “So let’s eat up. After dinner, I want to curl up with Netflix. You two can go to MacKenzie’s room and do… whatever.”

Finn swallowed, but picked up his own fork as well.

Finn fluffed the pillow and then scooted to the side. He remained above the covers, fully dressed except for his shoes. After the dinner conversation, he wasn’t quite ready to do more than talk with MacKenzie, and cuddled on her single bed was the best place to do it.

She agreed. She lay down next to him and the snuggled in. There wasn’t much room, but that just made it more intimate. With her head on his shoulder and one leg hooked across him, he felt close, oh so close to her.

“So…,” he began, “your mom knows.”

“I think she’s always known.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm. We just didn’t talk about it.”

He snorted softly. At least he and his Dad had talked a little about sex, even if it had been pretty high level.

“Maybe you should.”

“You’d be okay with that?”

“Yeah… she’s your mom. Tell her anything you want.”

MacKenzie tensed.

“I’m sure she won’t mind,” Finn continued. “She was pretty cool about it tonight.”

“Other than the towel,” MacKenzie teased.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I screwed that one up.”

“Mmm… it worked out.”

“True.”

They fell silent. Finn focused on the warmth and comfort of her body next to his. Still, his mind ran free, which MacKenzie sensed.

“Mmm?” she inquired.

“Maybe you should talk to her.”

“Uh… why?”

“Because she knows things. Certainly more than any of our friends. Remember when Eli was talking about sex during a girl’s period?”

“Oh, God,” MacKenzie groaned.

“And remember Megan’s advice on how to give a blowjob?”

MacKenzie giggled. “It was horrible!”

“Yeah. It was clear she’d never done it.”

“She has now.”

He shifted so he could look at MacKenzie’s face. “She told you?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Ah… what else did she tell you?”

“Mmm.”

“You can tell me. You know that.”

She tensed, before deciding to speak. “They’re gonna do it after Prom. All the way.”

“That’s what Eli said.”

“He did, did he?”

“Yeah.”

“Well… did he tell you it’ll be her first?”

“What?!”

“Yeah,” MacKenzie sighed. “She’s a virgin.”

“Wow.” Finn tried to imagine the flirty, overly friendly, outgoing Megan as a virgin. She obviously was, but she talked about sex all the time, so he’d just assumed...

But… she’d also touched MacKenzie’s tits while they were lingerie shopping. So maybe she was just a virgin with guys…?

“So…,” he began, “umm… what happened with Megan while you were shopping?”

“Oh. Yeah. She wanted to show me how my bra should fit.”

“Don’t you know that?”

“Yeah… but…” MacKenzie shrugged.

“So… what’d she do?”

“Um… well, she got behind me and then reached around, and, you know, held my tits. In the dressing room. She lifted them up to show how my bra should hold them.”

“Wow.” His cock stirred at the mental image.

“Mmm hmm.”

“And it turned you on.”

“Yeah. And… well…”

“Well…?”

“She was naked, too.”

He sucked in his breath. Now he was definitely turned on.

MacKenzie sensed it too. She slid a hand down his torso to his stomach, just above his belt. Then she slowly began to rub.

“You keep doing that, and you’ll end up pinned to the mattress,” he growled.

“Mom’s home.”

“She won’t mind.”

MacKenzie didn’t reply, but she didn’t stop rubbing him either. At least she didn’t stop for any longer than it took to skip over his bent and start rubbing him through his pants.

“Maybe…,” Finn said, his breathing getting more labored, “Maybe if we’re quiet…”

MacKenzie reached for his belt buckle.

They both stripped off their clothes as silently as they could. Finn listened at the door and confirmed he could hear the TV from the family room. He checked the clock. Whatever Ms. O’Connell was watching wouldn’t be over for at least twenty minutes. More likely fifty.

MacKenzie pulled back the covers and stretched out on her back. Her labia were full and her clit peeking out. Given how hard his cock throbbed, he didn’t see any point in waiting.

Finn moved on top of her and got into position. She was wet enough that he easily slid home.

They screwed slowly, her legs hooked behind his thighs. At first they just gazed into each other’s eyes. When the pleasure grew and MacKenzie started quietly moaning, Finn kissed her. It didn’t quite work as he’d hoped. She just moaned more.

Which turned him on, so much. Her moans always did.

She slid her hands to his ass and pulled him in. Tighter, closer, deeper. It was his turn to gasp.

“God, I want you,” she murmured in his ear.

He nodded and speeded up.

She kissed him, with heat and abandon.

Fuck it. He wanted to come. He wanted her to come.

He started screwing her hard and fast. Their kiss broke and she gasped and moaned. His blood raced and burned.

He started pounding her hard, as hard as he could. She gasped and gasped and then wailed as she came. When she clutched his back, he went over the edge. Waves of pleasure raced through him as he joined her in ecstasy.

His toes and fingers tingled as he came down from the high. Underneath him, Mac slowly caught her breath. Then her eyes widened.

“We didn’t get a towel.”

He grimaced. His come would leak out and mess up the sheets. They’d just changed them yesterday and she only had one more set.

“I’ll get one.”

“Thank you.”

Finn opened the door carefully and looked out. He could still hear the TV, but nothing else. He hurried down to the bathroom. Taking the top towel, he turned and⁠—

—Ms. O’Connell stood in the doorway behind him.

She smirked, and her eyes dropped to her bare chest and then a bit lower. Thankfully, he’d pulled on his boxers.

“Twice in one day, Finn?” She mused. “Really?”

Finn remained frozen as Ms. O’Connell looked him over.

“Twice?” She repeated.

“Well… we were aiming for three.” He shot her a friendly smirk.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, to be young!”

“Um… yeah.” He pointed to MacKenzie’s room. “I gotta…”

“Uh-huh.” She chuckled. “Round three.”

“Uh…”

She waved him on. “Don’t stay up too late. I know it’s not a weeknight, but your parents will expect you home.”

He nodded. After an awkward moment, he turned and headed to MacKenzie’s room. At the last minute, he paused and looked back. He only caught a glimpse of Ms. O’Connell before she closed the door to her own bedroom.

MacKenzie sat in bed, clutching her panties to her pussy, where Finn’s come was undoubtedly seeping out. She gave him a nervous look.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah…” Finn passed her the towel.

“I heard Mom.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “She heard us.”

MacKenzie’s eyes widened.

“No… no, it’s okay. She wasn’t upset or anything.”

MacKenzie signed in relief. She took the towel and began cleaning up. “What’d she say?”

“She teased me about twice in one day.”

MacKenzie grinned. “We usually do three.”

“Ha! That’s what I said.”

MacKenzie’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He sat down next to her. “She didn’t mind.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. You can talk to her if you want.”

MacKenzie shook her head.

“What do you want?”

“A shower.”

He nodded. “Together?”

MacKenzie furrowed her brow. “But Mom…”

“Doesn’t mind. C’mon. I’ll wash your back.” He stood and held out his hand.

MacKenzie hesitated for only a moment before taking it.

Mrs. O’Connell’s door was still closed when they emerged from MacKenzie’s bedroom. They paused and listened at it, but didn’t hear anything, so they continued onto the bathroom.

Finn adjusted the water temperature while MacKenzie brushed her hair. He climbed in first and then blocked the spray until she had joined him. They kissed, long and deep, before pivoting so they could both get wet.

Like so many times before, they didn’t talk as they washed. He soaped up her back, and then when she turned, her breasts. She grinned as he did so, but didn’t speak. Once he’d done her legs, he gave her a quick pat on the ass. She jumped but just rolled her eyes.

She washed her pussy herself, grinning at him the entire time. Then it was his turn.

MacKenzie kissed him, long and languorously, before he turned and she soaped his back. When she worked her way down, she just caressed his ass lightly. After she did his legs, she remained on her knees when he turned.

His semi-hard dick brushed her forehead.

She giggled, and he grinned in reply.

“You gonna suck it?” he teased.

“I don’t know… do you want me to?”

“You know I do.”

She grinned and rose up on her knees until his cock was in front of her lips, never breaking eye contact as she did. Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

He sucked in his breath with the first lick. When she began to suck, he gasped.

But she didn’t suck long. After only a minute or so, she pulled off and rose to her feet. He pulled her into his arms and they kissed.

“Tease,” he said.

“You know what I want,” she shot back.

He chuckled. “Horny girl.”

She nodded, and kissed him again, passionately.

“Okay,” he said when they pulled apart. “But on a bed.”

“But Mom…?”

“She won’t mind. Really.”

MacKenzie thought for a moment, and grinned. Then she wrapped one hand around his shaft.

“Good,” she said. “Because I want this.”

Finn quietly opened the bathroom door and peeked out into the hallway. Mrs. O’Connell’s door remained shut and the rest of the house was as dark as before. He gestured for MacKenzie to follow him and they stole down the hallway. When they reached Mrs. O’Connell’s door, they paused, listening.

Moans.

Finn’s eyebrows shot up.

The moans were followed by gasps and cries of pleasure.

MacKenzie looked at him, wide-eyed.

He gestured toward MacKenzie’s bedroom.

They hurried on, as quietly and as quickly as they could.

“Was she…?” MacKenzie gasped once they’d shut the door behind them.

“I think she was,” Finn replied.

MacKenzie giggled nervously. “I know it’s been a while for her. With a guy, that is.”

“Yeah. But… now? Tonight?”

MacKenzie’s eyes went wide with the implication. “Do you think… because of us…?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Does that bother you?”

She shook her head. Then she smiled at him, broad and inviting.

He pulled her in for a kiss. A moment later, their towels hit the ground.

Round Three went more slowly and tenderly than the first two. Once he was inside her, they kissed and kissed as he slowly thrust. When he got tired, they rolled so that she was on top, but once again, the kissing was the point as much as being inside her.

Well, being inside her was pretty damned good.

She lay on his chest, kissing, as he slowly pushed in and out. When she got tired, she lay her head on his shoulder and just breathed deeply.

He could feel her heart beating. They rested until she finally turned and pulled up enough to look into his eyes.

“I wanna feel you come.”

He grinned and started thrusting harder. Having already come twice, it wasn’t going to be instantaneous, which MacKenzie knew.

MacKenzie shifted so her lips brushed his ear.

“Just think…,” she murmured, “… my mom was masturbating… thinking of you…”

With a groan, Finn went over the edge. Mac grinned as she felt him empty himself into her.

MacKenzie, clad in her robe, walked Finn to the front door. Warm and tingly, they held hands until he opened it and turned to her for a kiss.

When they were done, he said. “Amazing night.”

She smiled.

“And amazing lingerie.” He waggled his eyebrows and grinned.

Her smile grew, then she turned thoughtful.

“Yeah…?” he asked.

“Maybe… maybe we could have Eli and Megan over next weekend?” she asked. “And get in the hot tub?”

He chuckled. “She really got you going today, didn’t she?”

MacKenzie sighed and nodded.

“Okay.” He gave her a quick kiss. “We’ll invite them. But don’t be surprised if nothing happens.”

Finn leaned back against the brick wall and undid his lunch bag. The warm spring sun felt great as he waited for Eli to get settled in next to him. Eli brushed his mop of black hair back and grinned.

“So,” Finn said, “how about you and Megan come over Saturday and, you know, watch a movie or something? You could bring your suits and we could get in the hot tub.”

“Saturday?” Eli grunted. “Big Lakers game.”

“So watch it at Mac’s.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t. I’m pretty sure MacKenzie wouldn’t either. Not with Megan to hang out with.”

“Huh. Yeah.”

“Worst case, they go hang out in Mac’s room while we watch the game.” Actually, that was the best case, as far as Finn was concerned. Let the girls hang out and talk about clothes, makeup, lingerie…

“That’d be fine.” Eli tilted his head and looked at Finn. “You think Mac’s mom would be okay with us having beer?”

“Yeah… she’s cool.”

Eli nodded. “Cool. The game’s always better with a brew.”

Finn shrugged. He could take it or leave it.

“I’ll talk to Megan.” Eli grinned. “But I’m sure she’s down for it.”

“Cool.”

Eli popped the top on his beer and then leaned back on the couch. He lifted the bottle in a toast to MacKenzie. The TV was muted while the pre-game show played on.

“Your Mom’s really cool,” Eli said.

MacKenzie smiled. “She just doesn’t want us driving.”

He nodded. “Not gonna drink enough for that to be a problem.”

“I think it’s cool.” Megan held up her cup of fruity punch—spiked with a little vodka—that MacKenzie had made.

“She’s great,” Finn added. He glanced back toward the kitchen, where the mom in question sat at the table—out of immediate earshot but not so far she couldn’t supervise if needed.

“And thanks,” Eli added with a nod toward the TV screen. “I know it’s only the first round, but it is the playoffs.”

“They’re still not gonna win,” Finn teased.

“It’s the Lakers! King James!”

Finn rolled his eyes.

“They’ve got a chance,” Eli said. “They just gotta win this one.”

“I don’t suppose you wanna bet on that,” Finn said.

“Nah.” Eli grinned. “I’m not stupid!”

Finn rolled his eyes.

Eli gestured toward the TV. “Let’s just enjoy the game.”

“Um…,” MacKenzie said. “I think we’re gonna go to my bedroom. I want to show Megan the nail polish I got for Prom.”

“You don’t wanna watch the game?” Eli asked Megan, his eyebrows raised.

“Maybe later,” she replied, looking mildly embarrassed.

“It’s fine,” Finn said. “You know it’s not exciting until the fourth quarter anyway.”

“Yeah,” Eli agreed. “You’ll want to see the fourth quarter,” he said to Megan. Then the TV caught his eye. “It’s starting!”

Finn and MacKenzie exchanged a knowing look.

So far, so good.

The game was a blowout. Against the Lakers. They got the foul calls and a ton more free throws than the Kings, but other than LeBron, they played like crap.

Finn actually felt a little sorry for Eli as it slowly became clear that there’d be no second-half rally.

At least Ms. O’Connell provided them with some nice snacks—some really nice nachos and a queso dip. The girls came out for that, but only half-heartedly watched the game. They were still talking, some about school, some about fashion and music.

Finally, the game wound down. Eli slumped on the couch, a frown on his face.

“So…,” Finn said. “Hot tub?”

“Oh, yes!” MacKenzie said right on cue. She lightly touched Megan’s arm. “You can change in my room.”

Megan’s eyes widened. Then she smiled and nodded.

“You,” Finn said to Eli, “get to change in the bathroom. After me.”

Eli sighed, his eyes still locked on the TV. “Sure.”

Finn carefully set fresh glasses of punch on the side of the tub where he expected MacKenzie and Megan to sit. He figured the two couples should be opposite each other, despite how much he wanted the girls side by side.

Baby steps.

Finn came out in his long trunks carrying a fresh beer. His fourth, if Finn had the count right.

“I still can’t believe the game,” Eli grumbled.

“It’s just a game.”

“Yeah, but it’s the playoffs.”

“Best of seven, though, right?” Finn set his own drink down next to MacKenzie’s. “Besides, what’s really important? The game or hot women in bikinis?”

Eli perked up. “Yeah. You’ve got a point.”

They proceeded to climb into the tub. Eli sighed as he sank back and Finn took a moment to enjoy the water’s warmth.

“So things are good with Megan?” Finn asked.

“Oh, yeah!” Eli grinned. “She’s, ah… very open-minded.”

“I thought you said she was a virgin.”

“Not for long.” Eli grinned.

Finn rolled his eyes.

“And it’s not like we haven’t done other stuff, you know,” Eli smugly said. “She can, uh, get a little wild.”

“More than you can handle, eh?”

Eli snorted. “Me? Nah, Dude. I was on my third woman before you and Mac figured out tab A and slot B.”

Finn snorted. “Three? Uh-huh!”

“Uh-huh! Three! No… four. I forgot one. “‘Cause that was two at once.”

Finn laughed. “Two at once? That’s bullshit!”

“Not shitting you,” Eli said. Two summers ago, at camp. This girl and her sister. Same time.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Dude! It happened!”

Finn took a sip of beer to force a break in the conversation. He knew Eli was bullshitting. If he’d actually screwed two sisters at the same time, he would’ve bragged about it long ago, and he hadn’t. Ergo, it hadn’t really happened.

“I can handle wild, Dude,” Eli said. “I’m not the one that’s all but married.”

Finn shrugged and set his beer back on the side of the tub.

The sliding glass door from inside screeched open and the ladies emerged. They wore light cotton robes over their suits and MacKenzie had pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

“Sorry,” she said, “It took us a while.”

“Fine by us,” Finn said. He gestured at their glasses. “We got you new drinks.”

“Great!” Megan said. “Thanks.” She turned to MacKenzie and gave her a silent, hesitant look.

“They’ll love it,” MacKenzie reassured. She looked at Finn. “She decided she wanted to wear one of my suits. The gold one.”

His eyebrows shot up. The gold one was barely more than three triangles and some strings.

Megan took a deep breath and nodded. Then she looked at Eli.

“I hope you like it, Baby.”

She slipped the robe off.

Megan’s large breasts overflowed the small bra cups. The bottom triangle hugged her so tightly, Finn could clearly see her camel toe.

“Oh, fuck, Babe!” Eli said. “You are so damned hot.”

Her face lit up and she blew him a kiss.

In the meantime, MacKenzie took her own robe off. Her suit was her more conservative black one. It still had a string top that highlighted her breasts, but the fuller bottom would’ve been at home at a public pool. Still, Finn wasn’t going to complain.

The girls climbed into the tub and settled in next to their guys. Finn draped an arm around MacKenzie’s shoulder.

“So,” MacKenzie asked, “what were you two talking about before we came out?”

Finn chuckled. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yeah.”

Finn looked over at Eli, who wasn’t tightening up or getting nervous.

“Well,” he said, “we were talking about sex.”

“Ooh,” Megan said. “Sounds fun!”

Eli did a small spit take. Fortunately, his mouth was empty so he didn’t actually spray anyone. Still, he looked wide-eyed at his girlfriend.

“What?” Megan teased. “I like talking about sex.”

“Yeah…,” he said.

“Did you tell Finn all about our big Prom night plans?”

Eli swallowed and reached for his beer.

Megan smiled at Finn. “We’re getting a hotel room suite and we’re gonna have a bottle of champagne and everything.”

“Sounds special,” he mused.

“Oh, it will be! My big sister’s been helping me plan it for, like, forever!” She smiled at Eli. “It’s gonna be so good.”

“No pressure or anything,” Finn mused.

Eli shot him a dirty look.

“He’ll be fine!” Megan said. “It’s not like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Well—” she smirked—“at least what he’s done so far.”

Finn tried to hide his amusement. He was shocked that Megan was so direct, but he didn’t want her to see it.

“I want my first time to be as good as Mac’s,” Megan continued, “and Eli’s the guy!”

Eli chugged some more beer while MacKenzie nuzzled Finn’s neck. The memory of that night came flooding back, which stirred his blood.

“It’s gonna be so great!” Megan smiled at Eli, before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“So… uh…,” Eli stammered, “what are you guys doing after Prom?”

Finn and MacKenzie exchanged a silent look before Finn answered.

“Coming back here, I suppose. We hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Oh,” Megan said. “Okay.”

“It’s cheaper than a hotel,” Finn said with a shrug.

“And my mom’s gonna be out,” MacKenzie said.

Finn blinked at that news.

“Ooh! An empty house!” Megan’s face lit up. She looked expectantly at Eli. “Maybe we could…?”

“Ah, Babe. The hotel will be a lot more romantic.”

She bit her lip.

“And isn’t that what you want?”

She sighed and then, after a pause, nodded.

“It’ll be good,” Finn reassured. “It’ll be nice and romantic and something you’ll always remember fondly.” He shared a knowing smile with MacKenzie.

Megan sighed, but then nodded.

She smiled at Eli. “You’re right. I want it to be special.”

He returned a smile, before tipping his beer bottle to his lips. He blinked and lowered it.

“Hey,” he said. “Looks like I need another. Anyone else while I’m up?”

Everyone shook their heads. The girls had barely touched their drinks, and Finn hadn’t even drunk a third of his.

“Okay.” Eli stood. “I’ll be right back.” He looked at Megan. “No funny stuff while I’m gone.”

Finn couldn’t decide if Eli was teasing or not. Instead, he waited until Eli was in the house, but MacKenzie beat him to the question.

“No funny stuff?” she asked.

“Um… yeah…” Megan blushed.

“So what’d he mean?” Finn added.

“Well… um…”

Finn waited patiently.

“Well…,” Megan finally said. “When Eli said we’d be getting in your hot tub, I asked if we needed suits.”

Finn chuckled.

“I mean… we don’t when we go hottubbing on ski trips, and… I thought, well… I wasn’t quite sure…”

“It’s okay,” Finn said. “We usually don’t wear suits when it’s just us.”

“You don’t?” Megan sounded excited.

“Nope.”

“Oh, Gawd! I knew you two were cool!”

Finn chuckled and gave Mac a friendly squeeze.

“Eli’s great,” Megan said, “and I love him⁠—”

The door from the house opened and she immediately clamped her mouth shut.

Eli returned, a fresh beer in one hand and the pitcher of spiked punch in his other. He held it up.

“Ladies?”

“Sure.” Megan took a long drink out of her glass and then held it out to him.

MacKenzie demurred, but Eli filled Megan’s glass to the brim before looking around for a place to set the pitcher down.

“Sorry,” Finn said. “Back in the fridge?”

Eli nodded and went inside.

“This is really good,” Megan said to MacKenzie after another sip of punch.”

“Thanks! The trick is fresh juice.”

The girls talked about the punch for a few moments until Eli returned.

Finn sank back into the water with a sigh. Somehow he was sure, the moment had been lost.

Finn stopped by the kitchen on his way back from the bathroom. He kept his towel wrapped tight to reduce the dripping on the floor. One disadvantage of the suit—it held onto more water.

He refreshed MacKenzie’s punch glass. The pitcher was mostly full, which he took as a good sign. The girls were having a lot of fun out in the tub, and it wasn’t all alcohol induced.

But the beers… Finn counted the empty bottles. He’d had two, which meant Eli’d had…

…way too many.

He sighed and checked the clock. It was also way, way late.

He returned to the tub to find MacKenzie and Megan both sitting on the side chatting. Eli was still in the water opposite them, nursing his most recent beer.

“Hey,” Finn said, “not to be a downer, but when do you all have to be home?”

“One,” Eli grumbled.

“Um. It’s 12:30.”

“Shit!” Eli staggered to his feet. He almost keeled over, but caught himself on the edge of the tub with his free hand. Fill quickly lunged forward and grabbed Eli’s beer before it spilled.

“You okay to drive?” Finn said. “You wanna spend the night?”

Eli drunkenly shook his head.

“I can stay!” Megan called. “Just gotta text my mom.”

“Can’t stay,” Eli said.

“We’ll get you home.” Finn offered a hand and helped Eli out of the tub.

“My car…”

“I’ll drive it. Mac’s mom can pick me up.” Finn looked to Mac for confirmation, and she nodded.

“Gotta… gotta get Meg home.”

“Mac’s mom can take her. If we don’t get moving, you’re gonna miss curfew. And you do not want to get grounded.”

“No!”

“Yeah.” Eli’s parents had grounded him for two weeks last time, and with Prom in exactly two weeks…?

“No.” Eli shook his head again. “No.”

“Come on.” Finn took his arm gently guiding him forward. “Get dressed. I’ll drive. If we hurry, you can make it. Don’t want to get grounded for Prom.”

“God, no!” Eli started moving faster.

Finn shot another look at MacKenzie, who nodded and began getting out of the tub herself.

As Finn approached Ms. O’Connell’s car, his eyebrows went up. She’d arrived at Eli’s faster than he’d expected, and his first thought was they were picking him up before dropping Megan off. Except Ms. O’Connell was alone in the car.

“Where’s Mac?” he asked as he climbed in the passenger’s seat.

“At the house. Megan’s spending the night.”

“Ah.”

“Are you?”

“Eh… I probably shouldn’t.” He was pretty sure his parents wouldn’t care, given how late he’d come home at times in the past, but there was no point in pushing it.

“Want me to drop you at your house?”

“Nah. I’ll help Mac clean up and then walk home.”

Ms. O’Connell smiled. “Thanks for not leaving the mess to me.”

He returned the smile. “Gotta earn my keep.”

Ms. O’Connell chuckled as if he was kidding, but he really wasn’t. He was way too conscious about doing his share of the work for what was basically his second home.

They arrived at that ‘second home’ and headed into the house. He didn’t hear MacKenzie or Megan, but the light was on in her room. He wandered down to find it empty. Returning to the family room, he found the room dark, but Ms. O’Connell standing close to the sliding glass door, looking out.

He quietly walked up next to her and then sucked in his breath.

MacKenzie and Megan both sat on the side of the tub, completely nude.

Even better, they were facing the house, which allowed the low light from the bedroom window to illuminate their breasts. MacKenzie’s were familiar—just the right size, with little sag. But Megan’s were new. Her larger breasts were topped with equally larger areolae and nipples. They were stiff at the moment.

His eyes dropped lower, but the shadows obscured everything below the waist.

He stood quietly, suddenly self-conscious that he was right next to MacKenzie’s mom. But she wasn’t speaking, nor was she moving to do anything. Instead, she looked entranced.

Outside, MacKenzie and Megan chattered and laughed, completely unselfconsciously. At one point, MacKenzie reached out and playfully pushed on Megan’s shoulder. The laughter increased.

“Been a while since I’ve seen that,” Ms. O’Connell quietly mused.

“Seen what?” Finn kept his voice equally low.

“Two girls flirting.”

“They’re flirting?”

“Mmm hmm.”

He watched a bit longer, and realized Ms. O’Connell was absolutely right. MacKenzie was flirting with Megan in much the same way she did with him, and Megan was flirting right back.

Ms. O’Connell suddenly stiffened and quickly looked at Finn.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Okay with this?” He furrowed his brow and gestured toward the tub. “That?”

“That.”

“God, yes,” he blurted. “We were hoping—” He cut himself off before he said too much.

Ms. O’Connell chuckled. “Hoping this might happen?”

He froze for a moment, but then nodded. “Yeah.”

“It’s okay,” Ms. O’Connell chuckled. “I was young once, too.”

He blinked, not quite sure what to say.

“You should go join them,” she urged.

“My suit’s in the bathroom.”

“Do you need it?”

He thought for a moment. Would Megan freak out if he skipped his suit? “Only one way to find out.”

Ms. O’Connell laughed quietly.

Finn steeled himself, and then opened the sliding glass door.

A huge wave of water sloshed out as both girls quickly slid back into the hot tub. MacKenzie looked at him with alarm, but then her face softened into a smile.

“Oh,” she said. “It’s you!”

“Who else would it be?” he teased.

She gave him a short mock glare, but remained in the water up to her neck.

“Hi, Finn,” Megan said. She, too, was deep in the water with her breasts completely hidden.

“Sorry…,” he said, looking from one to the other. “Was I interrupting?”

“We were about to get out,” Megan said.

“Um. Oh… okay.” That wasn’t what he expected at all.

“Could you take our drinks in, please?” MacKenzie asked.

“Sure.” He forced a smile. “Happy to help.”

They waited as he cleaned up all of their drinks, and as many of Eli’s empty beer bottles as he could carry. While he was in the kitchen, he heard the back door open and them, giggling, enter the house. Mac, wrapped in a towel, poked her head in and blew him a kiss. Then he heard them head down the hall.

He finished cleaning up the kitchen and did another pass out at the hot tub. MacKenzie and Megan had left the cover off, so he put that back on. He found a wet towel, no idea whose, and took it to the bathroom where he hung it next to the drying suits.

MacKenzie and Megan didn’t come out of her room.

Grumbling under his breath, he stepped out into the hall just as Ms. O’Connell exited her bedroom. She pulled up short in surprise, and only then did he realize she wore only a short, silk robe.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I thought you’d⁠—”

“They came in.”

“I know. I just thought you’d left.” She smiled apologetically. “I’d heard the girls, but not you, so I’d just assumed…”

He smiled apologetically. “I’ll be leaving as soon as I say goodnight to Mac.”

She relaxed and smiled. “Let yourself out?”

He nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

“Well, good night.”

He said goodnight and they continued on their way.

Finn knocked lightly on MacKenzie’s door. She pulled it open just a bit, saw him, and opened it a bit wider. She wore what he knew were her skimpiest pajamas. In the background, Megan was pawing through MacKenzie’s pajama and lingerie drawer.

“I’m headed home,” he said, before pulling her into his arms for a kiss.

“Mmm.” She kissed him a second time. “Back tomorrow?”

“Count on it.”

“Not too early.” She grinned devilishly. “We might be up really late.”

He chuckled. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That’s a pretty low bar!” Megan called. She turned and waved at him. “Goodnight, Finn!”

He waved back. “‘Night, Megan.”

After another kiss, he turned and MacKenzie closed the door once again.

He sighed. He hoped Mac got lucky tonight, but he really kinda wished he could be there if she did. Two hot women getting it on? How could he not want to be there?

And doing it with both of them. His cock stiffened at the thought. He’d almost give his right nut for a double blowjob. He’d seen it in porn and… wow. Just wow.

Though… he knew he couldn’t bring himself to screw Megan. Not as long as she was with Eli. Bro code and all. But he didn’t think Eli would mind the girls getting it on.

But… who knew?

Instead of heading home straight away, he wandered back into the kitchen. He realized he hadn’t actually loaded the dishwasher earlier, which he should probably do. He had to “earn his keep,” after all. Fortunately, it took him only about ten minutes to get the kitchen upgraded from “good” to “spotless.”

When he finished, he figured he should probably tell Ms. O’Connell he was leaving. He walked through the family room to the sliding glass door and froze.

Ms. O’Connell sat on the side of the hot tub, reading a magazine under one of the deck lights. She kicked her feet in the water as she did.

And she was completely nude.

Finn stood quietly, drinking in the sight of Ms. O’Connell. Her breasts were fuller and heavier than her daughter’s, but will the same nipples, all hard and plump. Her stomach wasn’t as tight as Mac’s and her flared hips were wider, which he figured was age as much as anything. She was still a MILF.

Literally, he realized. He could feel his blood stirring.

As he watched, Ms. O’Connell flipped a page in her magazine, and then another. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. Then she set the magazine to the side and eased into the tub. She smiled, very happily as she did.

Finn shook himself. He really shouldn’t be staring. He really should go home.

Besides, the best view was gone. While Ms. O’Connell’s breasts weren’t fully underwater, the lighting was completely different and there wasn’t much to see.

Reluctantly, he stepped back. He needed to get home.

To Finn’s surprise, by the time he got back over to MacKenzie’s in the late morning, Megan had already left. He found MacKenzie alone in the kitchen, half-heartedly eating a bowl of cereal. She gave him a winsome smile when he came in.

“Hey, Beautiful.” He gave her a quick kiss before sinking into the seat across from her. “How’re you doing?”

“Tired,” she said.

“Did you have fun last night?”

“Sort of.” She blew out a long, frustrated breath.

“What happened?”

“Not much. We talked a lot.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

“So…,” he said, “you didn’t…”

She shook her head. I wanted to… and I think she wanted to, too, but…” She sighed.

He nodded knowingly. “Couldn’t actually do it.”

She shook her head. “Chickened out.”

“Well…,” he said philosophically, “there’s always next time.”

“Maybe,” she said. Then she sat up a bit straighter. “I wish you’d been there. You wouldn’t’ve chickened out.”

He chuckled. “Maybe.”

She sighed and sagged back in her seat.

“They’ll always be other chances.”

“I dunno,” she sighed. “She’s gonna be gone all summer and then we’ll be off at college…”

“Yeah… but she’s not the only woman out there.”

“The only one we both like.”

He chuckled. “They’ll be others.”

“Yeah, but…” MacKenzie sighed. Then she grimaced. “I know I should be satisfied⁠—”

“But you’re curious.”

“Yeah. It’s just…”

“You don’t have to justify it to me,” he teased.

She chuckled. “No.”

“You won’t miss out,” he said. “We’ll figure something out. Besides, maybe things will work out with Megan before she leaves. We can always invite them over for a graduation party.”

That brought a smile. “Just the four of us.”

“Just the four of us,” he agreed. “Go hot tubbing and skip the suits.”