Brie’s left tit had no indication whatsoever that it had been vigorously chewed on last night.
Suddenly my mind started working overtime; it was almost like I was trying to solve a civil engineering problem. The information I had was:
-I was totally out of it last night, despite my high libido, and wouldn’t have noticed things I might have otherwise.
-Brie and Brenda – with Michelle’s encouragement – were primarily responsible for my fatigue and being out-of-it.
-Brie had just shaved her crotch, something I didn’t ask her to do and didn’t necessarily want, and something she never indicated any desire to do in the past.
-My hotel room had light-tight shades on the windows, and it was pitch black inside it the previous night.
-There were a few things about my fuck the night before that were a little unusual. I was so overcome with passion that at the time I didn’t focus on those differences. Now, with new information ricocheting around in my brain, I became cognizant of them.
-Brie had an unexplained mark on her neck near her left ear that I noticed that morning and was now larger, and I was now sure it wasn’t there yesterday and that I didn’t give it to her.
-Brie’s left tit showed no sign of being robustly sucked last night.
-Brenda – who was so anxious and pleased to be able to shed her bikini top the last two days (or at almost any other time since I knew her) – was keeping it on today.
Apparently Brie and Brenda noticed me staring at Brie’s neck while handing her a drink, but not letting go of it. I must have been zoned out for a long time because I suddenly recognized Brie pulling at her drink plastic cup and saying “Let go Scott – what’s wrong with you.”
I did let go and then turned to Brenda who was staring at me. “Take your top off Brenda,” I barked.
“I will not – what’s gotten into you,” Brenda snapped back.
“You had no trouble showing your tits yesterday or at almost any other time when there were pool or lake parties; now take it off, just for a couple of seconds,” I sternly replied.
“I will not…” she started to say before I countered “Before I rip it off.”
“Listen, asshole…” Tom said as he started to stand up.
I pushed him back into his lounge chair and staring him in the eye said “Sit down and shut the fuck up or you’ll be spending the evening in a hospital.” He complied since he knew that I could kick his ass one-handed.
I turned back to Brenda and said “Now!”
She looked around and seeing that no one was going to physically intervene even though Brie was offering verbal protests and Michelle was staring at us (Jack was oblivious and probably asleep) she quickly removed her top and then put it back on.
“Satisfied?” she snarled.
“Yes, I am,” I replied. I had seen what I wanted to. Her left tit was marked up, just like I would expect it to be if someone had intensely sucked on it for fifteen or twenty minutes, like I had last night.
I took my drink, poured it over Brie’s head, and then swiftly left the pool area on the way to my room.
I had put on travel clothes and was almost done packing when Brie and Brenda – both wide-eyed – came into the room.