She surprised them both by reaching down and gingerly wrapping her hand around his shaft. Jay’s jaw dropped open before he groaned.
A thick stream of fluid, part clear, part cloudy, flowed out of his tip and over her fingers.
Robin stared unmoving before her eyes flicked up to his. “Did you..?”
“Not quite, but almost.”
“So that’s still not the best?” Her hand was making small motions on his still rigid shaft, smoothing the slippery mess over him.
He shook his head. “Not by a long shot. You, fair maiden, are the best.”
“A long shot, huh? This one was rather short. The shot I mean, certainly not your lance.”
“Keep doing what you’re doing and the next shot will be quite a bit longer, I promise.”
Her hand stopped, but her grin was mischievous. “You want to hit me with your best shot?”
He finished the lyric. “Fire away.”
They both laughed.
Jay continued. “But I meant it when I said you were the best. This is like the best dream ever.”
For a moment she looked ready to cry, even as she smiled. His heart leapt. “And you did say the best was yet to come.”
“I’d love a chance to help remedy that misfortune.”
She shook her head. “You men. When the conversation changes to sex, you’re so quick with the L-word, even before the first date.”
“About that, Robin. Would you consent to going on a date with me?”
“When were you thinking, sir knight?”
“The sooner the better. Would you be my date to adventure into the unknown lands beyond the mysterious Lock of Hastings?”
“That is soon.” She looked thoughtful, pausing long enough that old fears whispered their baseless doubts to Jay. Robin banished them with three words. “I’d love to.”
She saw his gaze dart over her shoulder and turned to look, suddenly embarrassed that she’d been caught red – more accurately, wet – handed. It was Black Phoebe, heading in the direction Tom had indicated.
She smiled at the two, a broad warm toothy smile, then waved. Up close, she was striking. Toned, long muscles showed clearly, accented by a light sheen of sweat. Besides the floral scarf headband she wore nothing, not even shoes, except for an ornate necklace of dark metal accented with deep red stones. It formed a broad triangle from the base of her long neck to a point between her small, firm breasts. Breasts capped by rather large, very dark nipples.
“I heard you two accepted Tom’s invitation. I’m heading that way now. Care to join me?”
Robin spoke up. “Thanks. We’re just wrapping up our conversation. We’ll follow along in a minute.”
Phoebe nodded with another warm smile. “Great. See you soon.” She was soon out of their sight, around the corner Cliff and Tufted had disappeared.
“Help me up.” Robin requested.
Jay grabbed her hips, enjoying the sight and feel of his hands on either side of her shapely waist, just as it narrowed above her bottom. He lifted as she stood, then pushed himself up to join her. Again, the interruption and conversation had deflated his visible arousal.
He sucked in a sudden sharp breath when Robin brought her still wet hand up and wrapped her lips over the web between thumb and forefinger, right where his leak had spilled.