Summer Swap 6-18

No one else acted like it was a big deal, but Cody and Lily were down there for more than five minutes. Chey’s knee bounced, her toes jittering on the teak floor. Byron held her hand, but her hand was all sweaty. She switched hands and wiped her palm on the sofa cushion. Sully and Byron were trading insults across the coffee table, laughing with each other.

She said, “It’s been more than five minutes.” Byron looked at her, his smile faltering. She jutted her face towards his, widening her eyes. “Don’t you want to keep playing?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyebrows raising.

It’s not that she was jealous. Not that at all. It’s just the game had reached a good cruising altitude and now they were in a boring holding pattern, doing circles over Albuquerque or some shit.

Carla looked at her watch. “Yeah, Chey, but it took them a few minutes probably to get down to the closet.”

“Yeah, I know but...”

Byron gave her a funny look again.

“You know it’s our turn next,” she said.

Now he smiled again, just a little. “I know,” he said. “They’ll be back in a second.”

Sully said, “I hope Cody’s okay. Lily seems out to get him.”

Scarlet leaned forward to see Carla, saying, “Yeah, what’s that about?”

Carla said, “Beats me,” then looked at Arlo. Arlo shrugged and smiled.

Lily had said she only needed five minutes. What did that mean? Five minutes to do what? Under normal circumstances, Cody spending time with Lily Dixon would be no big whoop, but Lily and that kiss...? What could Lily be doing now (and doing it with Cody)?

Chey said, “Should we move on to the next round?”

Byron said, “How? Lily’s the MC, and what if our challenge is with one of their teams, Lily’s or Cody’s?”

“Yeah, no, I know,” she said, slumping forward while Byron scrutinized her.

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“A boy showed me his once, but it wasn’t like that, Daddy.”

“Okay, Lily,” Cody said, trying out the voice of reason.

“Can I touch it again, Daddy?”

“You can, if you stop calling me Daddy.”

She had to clap both hands over her mouth in the dark closet, almost snickering. The closet got hot, and she was sure it was from Cody’s intense discomfort.

“But I’m just your babygirl, Daddy. I don’t want to upset you. Don’t be mad at me.” She moved closer and softly leaned her naked body against his. She moved her hands slowly so she wouldn’t scare him away, closed them around his equipment, one hand milking his big man part, the other cupping his balls. “I guess they get bigger when you grow up.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, uninvolved, quiet, detached.

She smiled again, then turned her face up to his though they couldn’t see each other.

She said, “Daddy?”

He said, “Lily.” On the verge of scolding.

She said, “Will my gee-gee get all big when I get older?”

Cody sounded pained. “What? Gee-gee?”

“My little thing.” She held his flaccid cock upright and waggled it. “This wouldn’t fit inside my little gee-gee, Daddy.”

“Okay, seriously, Lily...” He tried to get out of her grip, but his back was already against the closet wall.

All affright, she said, “This would hurt my little gee-gee, Daddy.”

Cody made a sound of greatly heightened disgust, laughing, but still so uncomfortable, pushing her hands away and covering up his genitals.

“You don’t think it would, Daddy? Did you want to try? We can maybe put some slippery stuff on it...”

“Oh my fucking god, Lily, holy shit,” Cody said, severed from the fun, pushed too far, trying to open the closet and flee. She grabbed his hands and stopped him. “Okay, okay,” she said. “I didn’t know you were so prudish.”

“I’m not, it’s just...”

She ran her fingernails in wiggly lines from his ribs to his hipbones and it made Cody dance around and laugh.

“Oh, you’re ticklish, too, huh? You and Philippe? You big guys are maybe just little boys.”

“I’m not ticklish,” he said. “It’s not that. It’s...”

She leaped into him and hugged her arms around his back, pushing her cheek into his chest. “What is it, Daddy? What’s wrong?”

“That,” he said, laughing again, all awkward, trying to pry her off of him.

She hugged him harder, dug her chin into his thick chest muscle and whined, “What, Daddy? Are you mad at me?”

“Not mad, Lily, not mad,” he said, rushed, voice tight, chuckling, but not with humor, more out of nervousness.

She slid down his body and got on her knees between his legs, his ding dong batting the crown of her head. She pleaded, “Can I make it better, Daddy? I can be a good little girl, you know? Just like you taught me...” She launched kisses and nibbles to his upper thighs, right on either side of his frank and beans, and Cody practically climbed up the wall backward like a frightened house cat.

Now he called her name, but not so friendly, more urgent, stooping to grab her upper arms and pull her up to stand in front of him.

“You’re mad at me,” she said poutingly.

“I’m not mad, Lily,” he said. “You’re freaking me out with that little girl shit.”

She pouted and squeaked a childish grunt, pulled away from him, turned to face the closet corner like a scolded child.

Cody said, “Are you seriously pouting in the corner?”

“No,” she murmured, wondering if sucking her thumb would go too far and send him flying out of the closet altogether.

He said, “Is this the game? See how long I can spend in the closet with you before you scare me away? That’s it, right? What if I scare you out of here first, Lily? Do I win then?”

“Fat chance scaring me, buster,” she said, turning around, deciding she had him where she wanted him. Aroused and playful, but not yet erect.

“So what’s the game, then?”

“We play around,” she said, no more little girl voice, smiling in the dark where Cody couldn’t see it.

Slow and suspicious, he said, “Play around at what?”

“You like games, right?”

“You keep saying that like there’s some bigger meaning.”

“I know. There is. Games go with what...? I’ll tell you. Toys. You like toys?”

“Games and toys, huh? I like toys. Sure,” he said, more confident. “I like toys.”

“Good. ‘Cause I got one just for you when I was on the island today.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, can I show it to you? Are you . . . game?”

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Philippe said, “Chey’s getting antsy. You were on a roll, weren’t you?”

Chey turned to Byron. “See, Philippe gets it.”

Byron said, “Gets what?”

She said, “You keep looking at me like I’m doing something wrong. I’m not doing anything.”

He said, “I didn’t say you were doing anything.”

“The way you keep looking at me,” she muttered, putting her elbows on her knees and resting her face in her hands. Her jittering foot made her head bounce. She chewed her cheek. What was it? Was she jealous? Was she eager? He knew it was a combo of both. He could be mad at her, thinking it was his wife being jealous over another woman spending sexy time with her yacht crush, but he’d also seen the way Chey’s cheeks had reddened when Lily had kissed her. Chey had an exhibitionist streak, and she loved being the naked center of attention. The more humiliating, the better. Maybe she really did just want that spinner to spin and tell her what she had to do next and with whom. But, yeah, the truth was also probably that Chey hoped the spinner landed on Cody.

And speak of the devil, the man in question’s heavy footsteps came thundering up the steps from the level below. He appeared on their deck in comical disarray. He was naked from head to toe, his long blond hair disheveled, his eyes wide like he was in shock. He held both hands over his privates. Everyone looked his way, smiles cocked, ready to laugh at whatever he might say next.

He said. “Where is she? Is she up here? Did she come this way?”

All sly and mean, Carla said, “Who are we talking about, dear?”

“Lily,” Cody said, not joking, not fun, all business. “Did she come up here?”

Philippe, with his arm hauled over the back of the couch, turning to see Cody standing behind him and Paloma, said, “Did she take your clothes?”

“Yeah, she took my clothes.”

Philippe laughed first, then they all joined in.

Cody said, “It’s not funny. That’s not all she did.” Now he turned, his perfect male body lit in starlight and fancy low-voltage halogens, going back to the top of the stairs, round butt cheeks flexing, scanning to see if he could peep Lily somewhere on the deck below or maybe in any of the windows, though they were all smoked glass.

Sully said, “What did she do, buddy? Did she steal your pee-pee, too?” Scarlet loved it, clapping her hands and falling back on the sofa in silent hilarity next to her funny husband.

And beside him, Byron was aware of Chey’s physical tension, like she wanted to jump up and go to Cody’s side, console him since he was so obviously upset, but restrained herself for her husband’s sake.

Cody stomped back. “What did she do? What did she do, Sully?” He stomped a few steps closer so Sully could see. Then in grand but angry revelation, he opened his hands up and exposed himself to Sully. Sully pulled his face away, not wanting to see Cody’s junk up so close. “You see that? You see that? That’s what she did, Sully.”

No one else looked away. There was a collective gasp of puzzled awe. Chey gawked. Byron did too, squinting, leaning closer, trying to make out what was happening between Cody’s legs.

Cody’s dick and balls were in some kind of contraption, dick held in a clear silicon case, a shiny ring circling tight around his whole deal (balls and dick). His penis was sealed inside the clear plastic sleeve, the sleeve attached to the ring, and locked in place with a small silver padlock.

Carla laughed and covered her mouth. Arlo hid his face. Scarlet’s jaw dropped. Philippe laughed and Paloma made a sound of feminine consolation.

Cody said, “Yeah, a fucking chastity cage!”

Sully laughed so hard he fell into Scarlet. Byron broke up laughing, too. Fucking Lily Dixon. Who could have seen this coming? It was an incredible move.

Carla dropped her hands to her lap. “How did she get it on you? You let her?”

“I didn’t know what it was,” Cody said, stalking back to the top of the stairs. He shouted from there: “She said it was a toy!” He stomped back, covering his locked privates again. “She had it in the closet, like on the shelf over our heads. She was like, ‘You want to see a toy? I got it just for you, Cody. I had to get a big one.’”

Carla cackled and clapped her hands. Arlo looked up to the sky and shook his head, biting his smile away.

Cody did not see the humor. “I want my dick out of this. Like now.”

Chey gasped, seeing the big picture. “Oh no, I get it—Lily’s run off with the key!”