Marshall — Two weeks later

Inspecting his body in the mirror, Marshall double-checked that all the stubble on his face and crotch was wholly taken care of. He had managed to get a good tan on his formerly pasty body in the two weeks since a memorable night at the country club across town. His muscles bulged out after another good workout earlier at the gym. Whether or not the training had any effect on the extra pop, he wondered he saw in his frame, or it was just in his mind, he didn’t care. Marshall was slightly taller than average, with a muscular body and stormy green eyes. He had all but shed his image as a fat kid growing up, but he did have just a slight paunch concealing his abs.

Marshall smeared a liberal coating of lotion on the skin he had just finished shaving. His whole body would be on display again; his cock was already looking forward to it; a straining erection had again popped to full strength as he applied the lotion. Standing well north of average, his circumcised penis was straight, large, and thick. He would have taken care of that problem, but there was an insistent knock on his bathroom door.

“Come on, Marsh! You’re not the only one that needs the bathroom.” His Sister Paige knocked again to punctuate the sentence.

“Just give me another minute, sis.” He couldn’t help irritation leaking out in his response. He loved his Sister, but having to distribute a bathroom with a young woman like her meant he would be unlikely to get it back for hours once he surrendered it. Marshall quickly brushed his teeth as he gathered part of his Shower supplies. The reason that he employed two razors was not a topic he wanted to discuss.

Marshall’s newfound efficient career change was still a secret to his whole family, and his Sister was not the first person he wanted to reveal that to. He tightly wrapped a towel around his waist, using it to pin his erection to his body. The thick, red head still peeked over his waistband; he grabbed his robe from the hook on the door, tying it on to obscure his form completely.

“You’ve been in there forever; got a Hot date?” Paige was leaning against the opposite wall in the hallway as he opened the door. Height was something that ran in the family; she stood nearly six feet tall. His Sister was wearing her standard purple bathrobe and pajama pants. Her blonde ponytail struggled to contain a collection of wavy frizzy hair that she got from their dad. The ensemble argued that she had just rolled out of bed even though it was almost three in the afternoon.

“You’re one to talk about tying up the bathroom. It has only been twenty minutes. No, I have another big catering job for Eric and Jillian. Expensive clients, I have to look my best.”

“Again? Will they provide uniforms, or will you get dressed up?” Paige seemed extra annoyed at him.

“A nice shirt and some slacks this time. Fancy clients, but not as formal.” Marshall lied, he was already overdressed for what he would be wearing, and he wouldn’t be doing much serving this evening. He had made the mistake of wearing just shorts and a t-shirt to the job two weeks ago, which invited some questions the next day from a Sister that definitely noticed.

“Try not to look too casual; we need to find you a woman again so you can get the hell out of this house.” Marshall had been out on his own for several months after graduating from school the winter before everything in the country, no the world, ground to a stop due to a global pandemic. He had a lovely loft apartment in a rebuilding portion of downtown. He probably paid a little more than he should have each month, but the commute to work was by foot most days. At the time, he also had a girlfriend to split expenses with. He had honestly wondered the relationship was on its way to marriage, but the speed at which it fell aside in the face of hardship let him know that it was likely never meant to be.

“I will not pick up girls while I am working.” Another lie, he hoped that Kendra, a mixologist friend of Jillian’s, would say yes to a date this evening.

“Not with that attitude, you’re not,” Paige smiled her equally irritating and endearing grin. She had just turned twenty-one a week ago and spent the next day epically hungover. They were closer to two and a half years aside than three, but they were only two years aside in college due to how Marshall’s birthday fell on the calendar. Marshall felt a little sorry for the poor girl as she had nearly missed a year and a half in school. She would begin her senior year soon, but missing out on time with her sorority sisters had to suck.

“You just getting up?” Marshall asked as he stepped toward his room and turned back toward her.

“No, I just got back from a swim at the rec center, for your information.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Oh, Okay. I’m just checking; I thought it might have been another day like last Sunday.”

“I worked an overnight last Friday,” She worked at a large retailer most summers. They had smartly embraced online orders, in-store and curbside pickup before the height of the pandemic and largely came out better than most others on the other side. They only had to work overnight a few times a year, usually only once a summer for Paige. “Then it was my 21st birthday.”

“Uh-huh, sure sounds reasonable.” His intonation left no doubt about the amount of sarcasm dripping into his words. “What about you, Chet taking you out tonight?” He tried to keep a tone of discomfort out of his voice. Chet was a guy she worked with; Marsh didn’t care much for him. There was just something about him that seemed saccharine at best.

“No, I broke up with him at my birthday party. Another reason that I got a little too crazy last week.”

“I thought you were just going out with the girls; where did he come in?”

“He was on a date with Sandy when we were bar hopping. The idiot didn’t think I would be going out the night after an overnight. Or maybe he thought I was working on the second one. The dumb bastard even forgot it was my birthday.”

“I knew there was something I didn’t like about him,” Marshall said sincerely. No one messed with his little Sister without incurring the wrath of himself or Mitch, their older brother. His Sister was the baby and the only girl out of their cousins. She was the family princess, and she knew it. That did not mean that any guy earned the right to be an asshole to her.

“I should have listened to my friends, but he was so Hot and….” She trailed off like she was about to reveal too much.

“And?”

“He had a really nice dick.”

Marshall knew his Sister was not a virgin; she dated the guy before Chet and the pandemic for a while and often stayed at his place. That did not mean he wanted to know about his Sister‘s Sex life. “That explains some things. Like why he was always an asshat and thought he could get away with it.” He then quickly changed the subject. “So, what are you doing tonight?”

“Don’t want me to talk about my ex’s giant penis, huh?” Marshall immediately shook his head. “My friend Grace says we are going somewhere special. Apparently, she wants a redo on the terrible twenty-first birthday party thing. She wouldn’t say exactly where, but she told me to wear my best dress.”

Grace was a sorority Sister of Paige’s and her best friend. Marshall and Paige had grown up in the lower-middle class. They never had the most fashionable things growing up, but they did not go without much. Grace’s family, on the other hand, was old money. A fleeting wondered that perhaps Grace belonged to the country club where the party had been a couple of weeks ago and where he was to work for their most significant event this evening flashed through his mind. He hadn’t seen Grace or her sisters at the party two weeks ago, so he shook off the idea.

“Have fun, sis, but stay safe.”

“I’ll make him wear a condom.” She smiled and then disappeared into the bathroom. Looking mighty proud of herself for making Marshall uncomfortable.

“I meant to take a rideshare if you drink, but do that too.” He yelled through the shut door.

“I’ll get a designated driver to take me to his place!”

Marshall went to his room, closed the door, and disrobed. While his penis had calmed down during his talk with his Sister, it fully ascended as soon as it hit open air again. He couldn’t blame it after what was promised to come tonight and all the fun he had over the last couple of weeks. He wrapped his hand around the middle of his cock; there was no way he would go anywhere without relieving some pressure.

Thursday after the first party, one week ago

Marshall had no idea what to expect as he approached Jillian and Lincoln’s parents’ house. All he had been told was that he was too pale and needed some time in the sun. Marsh packed a swimsuit, sunscreen, and a towel, thinking that some time at the pool was in his near future. He saw a few vehicles in their driveway as he parked his car. Jillian and Eric’s truck was there, as was Lincoln’s late 90s sports coupe. A sporty modern little convertible with its top down that he did not recognize was parked the furthest out. He had been hoping to see Kendra’s crossover.

After an open invitation to talk to her about a date at the conclusion of the party, she was gone when he took a Shower. Kendra had not returned to her almost nightly routine of coming by the commercial kitchen when Eric and Jillian were closing. He could have texted her, but he wanted to ask in person. A little voice of doubt was gnawing at him that things had changed after she had witnessed him putting on a show for a screaming audience of primarily nude women.

Getting out of the car, he tried to shake those thoughts from his mind. Seeing Lincoln again was gonna be a little awkward. The last time they had spoken to each other, it had been just after Marshall had walked in on the other man jacking off and Cumming in the locker room. He grimaced to himself. Not like I can ignore him forever. He wondered to himself as he shot a quick text to Jillian, letting her know he was here.

‘Okay, we’re out back at the pool. Come join us. We have margs!’ Her reply came back immediately.

“Alright.” He said and put his phone in a pocket, and moved toward the back gate. Sitting a couple of miles outside of town, the large house had a backyard surrounded by a six-foot brick fence. It was one of only two houses completed in the subdivision before the builders went bankrupt the last time the housing bubble popped. There were rumors that the machinery would finally return and create more homes soon, but those rumors had cropped up before, and construction seemed to have moved on in other directions.

“Who are you talking to?” Marshall startled slightly as he saw Amy emerge from the yard. Amy was the scintillating petite assistant to the party planner at the country club where the party had gone down just about a week ago. She was wearing a skimpy string bikini; the top was a polka-dotted pink and white, one cup the base color pink, and the other was white. Around her waist was a little cornflower blue wrap that extended down one leg and wrapped around the other, tied in a knot. It did nothing to obscure the almost scandalously cut yellow bottoms. The casual look of the cover-up looked haphazard at first glance, but he couldn’t help noticing that it emphasized the tiny tattoo on her hip more than it covered it up.

The small tattoo was of a rose, half the petals in blue and the opposite in red. Marshall figured that it was a likely nod to her Korean heritage. As tiny as the outfit was, this was the most clothing he had ever seen her wear. The country club of the party had a rule that the people working had to do so in the nude.

“My phone, or myself, you choose, whichever sounds less crazy.” He smiled and tried not to look flustered. “You look, wow!”

Amy giggled and then peeked out over her sunglasses. “You have seen me naked.”

“And now I get to see where those awesome tan lines come from. What are you doing here?”

“Hanging out with Jillian, getting some sun. I also brought a proposal for them to work at Wild Night.” Wild night was apparently some sort of extensive and raucous party at the club. The event would make the bachelorette party he had been the impromptu host of look tame from the little he had overheard about it. “I think you should get a little more sun if you come to work with them again.”

At the bachelorette party, Marshall had stepped up and emceed the entire event after their regular entertainment canceled on them moments before they were do on stage. Hosting the party and its many games had been a financial boon for Marshall, who still hadn’t found a real career since the pandemic. “Do you need me for a repeat performance?”

“Nah,” She responded immediately before pausing to think. “Well, actually, probably, after Wild Night. I think we have many bachelorette parties for you to bless with good luck.” Owing to an overzealous stripper many years ago, the country club had a very odd ritual to ensure the good luck of all in attendance. They required that a stripper ejaculate on stage. “We have something else planned for you on Wild Night. I think you’ll still have fun.”

Unbeknownst to Marshall, the entertainment Cumming in front of the audience had mainly been quick and perfunctory in the past. Amy had encouraged him to give the ladies quite a show. He was still unsure whether that was out of her having some fun or him getting better tips. “More or less fun than last time?”

“You’ll have to talk to Jillian to find out.” Was that a coy smile that the pretty young woman flashed at him?

“Intriguing. Are you going to be at the event?”

“I have to; someone has to make sure everything runs smoothly.” Again, seeing Amy’s gorgeous naked form would undoubtedly be some extra encouragement to say yes to whatever crazy thing they had planned.

“Well then, I suppose I should speak to Jillian. Are you leaving?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to meet with Xandra and get all the plans finalized for next Saturday. I hope I see you then.” Amy brushed past him; he couldn’t help turning and watching her walk. She had, hands down, the finest Ass he had ever seen. How she swished and swayed her hips on a pair of flip-flops let him know Amy was expecting him to watch. “Have fun and make sure to get lots of sun. Try not to burn.” She turned in his direction, a knowing smile on her face in reaction to his eyes being a little slow to meet her gaze.

Marshall dumbly waved as he watched her drive off. He knew that Amy had wanted to hire him again for future projects, but what did she have planned for them? Although his mind had been fixated on Kendra and still wanted to understand if there was something there, he couldn’t help but be captivated by the beguiling and confident Amy. She gave him a poised grin and waved back. Even with the sunglasses obscuring her eyes, it felt like she was a cat playing with a mouse. Amy could be trouble in the most fun way efficient.

Shaking his head and turning away from the departing woman, Marshall opened the gate; he could hear the thumping music clearly now that he was no longer distracted. Where a week ago it had been hardly warm enough to enjoy any time in the pool, a spate of early triple-digit days made the calm waters of the pool tantalizing. The mid-nineties of this afternoon seemed almost refreshing. He had expected to see people hanging out around the pool with drinks in hand, soaking up the early summer sun. That appeared to be the case, except he saw much more of each of his friends than he expected.

Across the pool from him, Eric and Jillian were reclined on a pair of close loungers and looked to be in a heated discussion. They both cracked up laughing at something, so perhaps it was not as much of an argument as it had first seemed. Jillian had her feet up and shoulder-width aside; she held an icy-looking green concoction resting lightly on her belly button. The fact that she was wearing no swimsuit and no clothing at all meant that her succulent-looking, hairless Pussy was wholly exposed to the daylight and anyone walking into the yard. Marshall had seen the beautiful young woman naked a few times before, but this was a new level of exposure.

Jillian was a gorgeous woman, no question about it. She had ombre hair that faded from teal to royal blue finishing in a dark pink. She had two sleeves of tattoos encircling her arms, one with images of flowers, while the opposite was dedicated to her career as an up-and-coming chef. Her naked breasts still had tan lines from her normal bikini; they also seemed to slightly defy the effects of gravity even when reclined.

Eric, her husband, reclined with a similar-looking beverage on the chair beside her. His one knee furthest from Jillian was up, somehow accentuating his taut and muscular frame. His mahogany skin looked either covered in a sheen of sweat or pool water. Although he had complained about having to shave his crotch for the party last weekend, it looked like his sizable cock and balls were still wholly bare.

Lincoln, Jillian’s younger brother, who was headed into a bonus senior year at the local university, was floating on a lounger in the middle of the pool. Like the other two, he was unburdened by any clothing. His tall, lanky body was not accented by tan lines. Apparently, this was not an atypical state of clothing for him. On the fancy pool float, he had a silver metal tumbler in each equipped cup holder.

“Hey MJ, think we all may need to get some sun.” Lincoln was the first to acknowledge his presence.

“It looks like you three are getting a lot.”

“Parents are out of town for a week,” Lincoln replied like that explained everything.

“Couldn’t help but notice you are a little too pale,” Jillian spoke up. “If you are going to work Wild Night, you need to tan a little.” She sat up on the lounger and put her feet down on either side of the furniture. This caused her womanhood to further bloom before his eyes. Marshall tried not to stare but was glad he was wearing mirrored sunglasses.

“You know, you are not the first woman to complain about that to me.” He responded Amy had pointed it out more than once, as had Kendra.

“Yeah, it’s obvious that you are like hyper-white.” Eric grinned at him.

“Not all of us have such a nice natural complexion.” Marshall jabbed back. “I’ll go put on some sunscreen and come hang out.”

“Good, you can get us some refills while you’re at it. The blender is full in there.” Jillian held out her plastic margarita glass.

Marshall quickly doffed his clothing and returned to join the fun after liberally applying a sheen of sunblock. Although he needed the sun, he was trying to heed Amy’s warning about not getting burnt. Marsh couldn’t help wondering if he had arrived a few minutes earlier, would Amy be hanging out naked too? He was silently swearing about spending the extra few minutes at the gym today. Eric was now in the pool swimming laps; Jillian beckoned him to come over and sit beside her. She still had her legs in a wide askew position.

“So, what did you think about Friday?” She asked, referring to the bachelorette party.

“Well, the pay was outstanding.”

“Amy showed us; you cleaned up.”

“Apparently. Was she hanging out like you guys earlier?”

“Yeah, she was naked,” Jillian replied with a smile. Had he been that transparent? “She said she needed to get rid of some tan lines before next weekend.”

“I think those tan lines are cute.” Marshall couldn’t help imagining Amy lounging out in the sun, Free of all clothing. The briefest fantasy flashed through his mind’s eye; Amy would be sitting on a lounger just as Jillian had been. He wanted to see her Pussy in bloom.

“But did you have a fun Friday?” Jillian switched the topic back.

“Yes, yes, I did, even before the grand finale. You know me, I like to play the presenter.”