Chapter 4

For a moment Andy didn't think he had heard correctly. He leaned back in the couch and glanced at Gina. She was looking at him from the corners of her eyes, waiting, like all the others, for his answer.

What sort of family was this? What did they want? Why would such obviously class people get into such a subject? He didn't know whether to tell Nancy to mind her own business, tell her the truth, or to He graciously.

"Uh, would you repeat the question?" he at last asked, somehow feeling stupid. Perhaps he was being a prude. After all, they were obviously contented with themselves and the world. Nancy and the others were merely fond of him. They cared about him. They wanted to know about him. But why him?

"Of course." Nancy licked her lips again and they had a shine as she said, "I realize it sounds strange, but we feel we should know ... well, at least a little bit more about you, your morals, your habits. You know."

He glanced quickly at Bill. "What the hell, you're not offering me a job, are you?"

Bill laughed easily enough. "No, just a glass of brandy and some companionship." He waved his hand at his wife. "Forget the question, if you don't want to answer."

Andy felt more foolish than ever. "Well, since you put it that way, sure, we've been in the hay ... I mean to bed. Until we got engaged a few weeks ago. Then Gloria said no until after the wedding." He grinned as they nodded with a certain sympathy. "It's a long wait, I can tell you."

Nancy glanced at her daughter and then said, "And of course you've been true to her. No need to answer, we know you're that sort of young man. Otherwise you wouldn't be in our cabana."

Andy nodded. "I appreciate that" He watched Bill puff slowly on his cigar and then he realized his pipe had gone out So he laboriously relighted, somehow expecting there were going to be more questions. He was right

"Describe Gloria to us," Nancy continued. , Andy did so, leaving out almost nothing and they oh'd and ah'd in appreciation. "You're a lucky stiff,"

Bill muttered around his cigar. "I know."

Nancy leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. She studied Gina's pale face for an instant until Gina turned to look at Andy. Then, with the entire Blair family peering at him Andy heard Nancy's next question.

"I should imagine she's a wonderful sweetheart. By that I mean very affectionate." Andy nodded.

"And ... um, somewhat talented in bed. I mean, after all, the way you describe her she's obviously a total woman. She seems intelligent, beautiful, imaginative. This should add up to a lively partner ... in bed."

Andy felt his color rising again. He was not offended. They were too kind and courteous for that But he was embarrassed and puzzled. Still, he didn't want to push back hard. Not yet So he nodded again and shifted his weight. God, but he was getting uncomfortable. What were they doing, living vicariously? Hell, why should they? The Blairs were obviously very close and anybody who had Nancy for a wife and Bill for a husband wouldn't need to look any farther. The daughter was the only one who didn't have a....

He froze and looked down at Gina. She gave him a half smile. Surely they weren't matchmaking. No. Why him? Why him when they could have their pick of a thousand young men in San Francisco? It was out of the question.

He turned back to Nancy, glancing down at her bare knees. "Sure, she's pretty good. Very good."

Bill puffed on his cigar and then removed it from his mouth. Laboriously he tapped the ashes into a tray and, not meeting Andy's eyes, he spoke. "Tell me, old man, does Gloria do pretty well in the orgasm department?"

Andy was stunned again. He swallowed. "She's ... urn, normal, I suppose. She doesn't complain and I must say she's pretty well spent afterward. So I guess you'd say she's regular."

That means you're doing your job as a lover," Nancy purred, lowering her eyes demurely. "William, you shouldn't take us into such areas, but since you have...." She took a breath. "Is she ... lively? I mean, does she move around a great deal when you're ... touching her ... actually making love to her?"

Andy's cock was hearing the bizarre conversation, too, and it was sitting up straight inside his pants. He could feel it beginning to seep, to strain, begging for release, begging for action. Down boy, he told it Well get something going tomorrow ... of we can convince Gloria. No, no luck there. Her store is closed for another month. Christ take it easy. We'll jack off later.

He gulped again. "I told you, she's pretty good. Sure, she moves around."

"Is she tight?"

"I beg your pardon." Andy stared, but he couldn't help himself.

Nancy laughed lightly. "You know, is she a ... snug fit? Are you large enough, or, conversely, is she small enough so that you have a good...." She glanced vaguely at Bill, looking for a word.

"Purchase," Bill snapped.

"Yes, purchase."

Andy felt his agitation growing. He wasn't angry but certainly surprised and he was getting far too excited at the turn in the conversation. Imagine, discussing Gloria's snatch like this with virtual strangers and-most surprising of all-while their fair and delicate young daughter looked on.

He turned to stare at Gina. She was as flushed as he, but she sat without moving, her fingers knotted in her lap. He saw her legs squirm slightly as she rubbed her bare knees together, but there was nothing else. Perhaps her breathing had changed, for the. young girl's breasts seemed to be rising and falling faster.

Andy looked at the husband and wife. "I told you, we get along. If she has orgasms and I do, too, then that would imply that she's a good ... fit. I suppose she's tight enough and I'm large enough."

The couple nodded wisely and Bill, tapping out his cigar, asked, "Tell me, how long are you?"

"Jesus...."

"There's no need for profanity, Andrew," Nancy said, chiding him in a voice that was not unkind. "Tell us, have you ever had occasion to place a ruler alongside your penis?"

Andy gasped with a sound he knew they could hear. He angled his head toward Gina. "What about you talking like this in front of your daughter? Isn't that unwise?"

Nancy shook her head. "Tim using the correct terms. I'm not using profanity, as you did. But don't worry about it I'm sure our little girl hears things from her classmates that would horrify us. Thank heaven we don't know."

Andy wondered if he'd fallen through the looking glass into a sexual Alice in Wonderland" environment. This was crazy. He had to be dreaming. Surely this family couldn't be quizzing him on such a level. But, he was awake and they were real. Very real. Flesh and blood and, on the part of the women, very desirable flesh and blood.

He shrugged. "I don't run around measuring it, but I guess ifs at least as ... long as most men my age. At least, in the shower room, I notice that I don't have anything to be ashamed of."

"And thick?" Nancy pressed, still leaning forward on her knees. She kept her eyes on Gina, obviously for the girl's reaction, at least as much as she peered into Andy's face.

"Thick enough. I've never run a tape measure around it." He could feel his heat increasing. He was hot under the collar and his armpits were growing more moist by the minute. His chest was pounding and his crotch was going crazy. He crossed his legs but then he uncrossed them in a hurry. That was too dangerous. Any jiggling might set him off. Careful, man.

"How long does it usually take you to ejaculate?" Christ, Nancy was a regular Sam Dash.

Andy was stammering now and again he looked at Gina. She looked at him like a blue-eyed madonna and her lips were pursed in a very slight smile. How long did it take him to ejaculate? He'd go off in her in thirty seconds flat He looked back to husband and wife. Bill was enjoying himself, it seemed. His mouth was curved in another slim smile. Nancy was frankly expectant, still leaning forward on her knees. He loved the heavy way her breasts hung before her. Not loose, but heavy and firm. "Jesus...."

"Andrew, you're cursing again," Nancy snapped. She sounded like his older sister.

I'm sorry," he said lamely. "Well, I guess I can get it off pretty fast I've never used a stop watch."

They laughed lightly at his humor. Tell us," Nancy continued, "do you use your hands well? Do you really know how to get the most a woman has to offer? If there's any ... sex in her body, can you find it?"

"Ask my psychiatrist," he shot back. Then he rubbed his fingers through his hair and shrugged. "I don't get many complaints. Or, at least I didn't when I was a free man. Gloria hasn't been critical, either."

Nancy was looking toward her daughter again. "I do believe we're beginning to know and trust Andrew better, don't you think so, darling?" Her voice was sweet, but it was clear she wanted an answer.

Gina looked at Andy again and her eyes drifted-not boldly-down to his waist and back again. Had she seen his prick as it was outlined against his pants? Jesus, he could feel his secretion making his shorts soggy. Pretty soon a spot would appear on his pants. If he were to relax and go off ... well, that would be the end of it.

The daughter nodded gently, staring at her mother. Her hands were folded in her lap, half on skirt, half on naked thigh, so short was her mini. "Yes, I ... I guess so."

Nancy paused and glanced to Andy and then back to Gina. "Aren't we one big happy family? We know so much about Andrew. He comes from good solid stock, from a party of the country where young people are raised as they should be. He's bright, intelligent, clean, he takes care of himself, he attracts women of quality and we're quite sure that he would be gentle ... when the time came."

Andy frowned. When what time came? This broad was talking in riddles, but he did feel flattered that people like the Blairs would approve of him. And the way Nancy could use words. Christ, she could get him off if she said "fuck" right about now.

"Gina, darling?" Nancy was speaking again.

The girl heaved a sigh that almost trembled. "Yes, mother?"

"Why don't we show Andrew our photo album?" Andy's heart dropped. Photo album! "I brought our large one in case we should meet anybody we wanted to ... impress." She giggled like a girl. "It's in the bedroom on the dresser, dear."

Gina nodded as she slid from the couch and, smoothing her short skirt over her thighs, she swung from the room with that graceful stride.

Andy stared at husband and wife as they waited. "Think you're going to like this, Andy, old man," Bill said as he took out another cigar, looked it over, thought better of it, and poked it back into his breast pocket

"We're very proud of our pictures," Nancy added. "We've collected them from everywhere and I'm sure you'll be at least amused. I'm hoping you'll have more interest than that if you care about our family."

Andy sat back, nodding. "I'm sure I will." He was relaxing again. Family pictures seemed innocent enough, even though they wouldn't be much of a turn-on. But what did he expect, the Rockettes? So he waited, sipping his brandy.

Before Gina returned Bill filled their glasses again and then the girl returned. She moved, or rather glided, across the room and then she placed the big blue album in Andy's lap like a child presenting something it was proud that it had found.

Andy glanced at her as she leaned over him, her face close to his for an instant Christ what a face! The face of a woman, a gorgeous woman. Those lips were much too full to belong to a child, but the blue eyes were so innocent they had to be a teen-ager's eyes. She shouldn't have been blessed with such a face and body so early in her life. They shouldn't send green kids like Gina up in crates like hers.

He looked past her chin to the swell of her breasts. They shifted very little inside her bodice, so firm were they. He was able to see a few inches inside her dress to where the part between her breasts began. It was a deep, shadowy, enticing fissure and he yearned to stick his hand in there.

What was he thinking of? She was only a child, for God's sake! Suddenly he was ashamed and he flushed.

Nancy must have seen at once and, as her daughter straightened the mother said, "Andrew, you seem uncomfortable. Is the room too hot? Or are you bored? Would you rather we didn't show you our pictures?"

Andy shook his head. 'I'm fine. Sure, I want to see your pictures."

"Gina, get behind Andy and then you can point us out to him as he turns the pages," Bill muttered. Andy looked at him as he sat across from him, immaculate in his dark suit Andy could have sworn he saw a heavy bulge in Bill's pants, but he wasn't certain. Hell, maybe the guy was simply hung and, even limp, he showed a lot of pouch.

"All right." Gina went around the couch behind Andy and she leaned over his left side, resting her elbows on the back of the couch. He could hear her breathing and he faint rustle of her clothing. The sleeve of her mini brushed his ear once and he almost started from ... what? Anxiety? Anticipation? LustP He didn't know, but it was a feeling he knew had no place around a fine family like the Blairs.

"These have been taken over the past year, really," Bill was saying. "Most of them at the beaches up around Santa Cruz and a few in San Francisco during a real nice spell last summer. We don't swim much there, you know."

Andy nodded absently as he opened the cover and then, as he read a few words inscribed ahead of the pictures, he felt a warm softness against his shoulder.

He held his breath as he thought for a moment. Shit, that had to be Gina's right knocker. He was dizzy for a moment.

Think of it one of those wonderful knobs was actually resting against him. He shifted his shoulder a fraction of an inch and the pressure increased as he leaned into it slightly. But it did not move away. He realized that Gina didn't even notice what she was doing. She was staring down at the album, Andy saw as he looked up at her. Her lips were parted in a smile of anticipation.

He sighed and read the inscription: "The Blairs' summer of fun."

Idly he turned another page and he stopped. It was a picture of Bill in black bathing trunks, standing on the beach, hands on hips. His pouch looked like he had a bucket inside his trunks. Christ he had a hard-on like a Lincoln log.

Andy gulped and turned the page at once. They simply were too naive to realize, he supposed. Then he blinked again. It was Nancy in a wet one-piece bathing suit. The damned thing was transparent so that he could see the pink of her nipples and a cloud of brown color at her crotch.

He sighed and looked up into the expectant faces.