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Olivia was Dawn’s opposite in many ways: five inches taller and probably twenty-five pounds heavier, with a figure that reminded me of Susan, especially since she shaved her pubic hair as well. She was a brunette too, and her personality was more like Susan’s, wry and sharp compared to Dawn’s perkiness.

Susan herself drew my attention as she draped her towel over a patio chair and descended the stairs into the hot tub. Mom and Dad joined her, followed by Kirk and Doug and their fiancées. Erin hung back to sit by Christy and me, so I stepped into the bubbling water first.

The tub was big, but seven adults displaced enough water that it sloshed over the coping as I joined them. Even more water streamed onto the concrete deck as Christy and Erin sat beside me. Christy was so short that her chin barely cleared the surface, so I put my arm around her and guided her into my lap.

“Much better,” I said.

“It’s a pain being our size,” Dawn said to her, “isn’t it?”

“Sometimes,” Christy agreed.

“I mostly wish I was taller.

“Me too. And heavier.”

I glanced at Christy. “I dunno. I like you just the way you are.”

Kirk put his arm around Dawn and agreed with a nod.

“Especially when you sit on my lap,” I added. “Then we always have something to talk about.”

Christy stiffened with embarrassment, but everyone else smiled at the old joke. The conversation turned to other things, so I took advantage of the moment and leaned close to her ear.

“Relax,” I said softly. “We’re more open about it, remember?”

“It just takes some getting used to.

“You can say that again,” she said.

“You’re doing fine.” I kissed her cheek and hugged her protectively.

She relaxed against my chest, but then jerked in surprise when she felt my nascent erection press into her thigh.

“Sorry,” I said without meaning it. “Can’t help it.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled. “I kind of like it.”

“Okay, I like it a lot.”

“Good. ’Cause you’re going to spend a lot of time with it.”

“Are you all talking about his dick again?” Erin asked in a low voice.

“Sorry,” Christy said immediately.

“No, it’s cool. I mean, you’re his girlfriend, right? You’re supposed to talk about it.”

“Nah, it isn’t weird. We’ve always been like that. Besides, it’s just a body part, like an arm or leg, even if it does seem to have a mind of its own.”

“I know, right!” Christy said. She leaned toward Erin to whisper, “He and Paul actually have conversations.”

“I’m not surprised,” Erin laughed.