I was surprised when I woke up and shambled into the kitchen to find that Christine and Tom were already up. "Hey, sleepyhead," Christine said, "want some fresh-brewed coffee?"

"You don't happen to have tea?" I asked.

"Ah, a girl after my own heart," Tom said. He was wearing pajama bottoms but no top. It was a very sexy look.

"Tom has a thing for green tea," Christine said, "as for me, give me coffee or give me death." She was wearing the top to Tom's pajama bottoms. It was an even sexier look.

We took our drinks out to poolside. No one seemed inclined to say anything, but considering what had happened last night, I didn't think the tension was too bad. When Christine sat in the chair the pajama tops rose up enough so that I could almost see her pussy. "What does the cat like, coffee or tea?" I asked. Tom and Christine both laughed.

"Can you spend the day?" Christine asked after a while. "Tom has the day off. We could do something, or we could just laze around. At some point I'll have to get some practicing in, but other than that..."

"She practices about ten hours a day," Tom said.

"Lazing about sounds good to me," I said. "And I wouldn't mind listening to you practice."

"Good," Christine said. "I've got a concert coming up in about three months and I'm no where near ready."

"You sounded pretty good to me last night," I said.

Tom and Christine exchanged glances.

"She gets very nervous about concerts," Tom said. "It's all I can do to get her on stage."

Christine frowned.

"If it weren't for a concert we wouldn't have met," Tom said.

Some color came to Christine's cheeks.

"Was it love at first sight?" I asked.

"Was it ever," Tom said.

"There was a blizzard," Christine said. "They should have cancelled the thing. Hardly anyone showed up. And I had to play barefoot."

"How come?"

"I only had snowboots. I'd forgotten my shoes."

"And she had the cutest designs painted on her toenails," Tom said.

"That was embarrassing," Christine said. Luckily only about nine people were there."

"Yeah, but I was there," Tom said. "That's all that matters."

"He clapped and clapped," Christine said. "It was almost embarrassing. It was embarrassing."

"I wanted an encore," Tom said. "I wanted a hundred encores. A million."

"I only had two prepared," Christine said. Her finger brushed something on her inner thigh. "It was a harpsichord, and most of the encores I knew were for piano. Luckily, everyone else was happy to leave after two. Probably worried about getting stranded with all that snow."

"But he didn't leave?" Christine's finger circled whatever it was on her thigh.

"Nope," Tom said. "I wasn't going to let her get away."

"What did you do?"

"I leaped up on the stage and kissed her."

"Really?"

"He really did," Christine said. "I'd never been kissed like that before." Her hand moved from her thigh, revealing the semen stain.

"Sounds delicious," I said.

"Oh, it was," Christine said, and then she and Tom exchanged glances again.

"Shall we tell her?" Tom said. Maybe he'd noticed the semen stain too. His cock tented the pajama bottoms. An inch to one side and his erection my slip through the slit.

Christine bit her lip.

"Tell me what?" I said.

"We did a little more than kiss," Christine said.

Tom smiled. He tried to adjust his pajama bottoms, but succeeded not at all.

"I was wearing this velvet dress. More or less strapless. And Tom pulled it down over my breasts."

"I had to," Tom said. He leaned back. His erection was like a flagpole. His cock was beautiful.

"And then he kissed me there. My breasts. My nipples."

"I had to," Tom said.

"I understand," I said. Christine and I were both looking at his cock.

"Tell her what you did," Tom said.

"Uh-uh," Christine said.

"What did she do?" I asked.

"She unzipped me," Tom said. "She gave me a blowjob."

"Wow," I said.

Christine was blushing now. "I had to," she explained. Her finger was back on the semen stain, making quick motions, flaking it off.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

Tom and Christine grinned at each other. "Should we ask her?" Tom said.

"I don't know," Christine said.

"Ask me what?" I said.

"You ask her," Tom said.

"Okay," Christine said. "Uh, we were wondering if you'd like to have a little concert with us? I mean we sort of did last night, but... if you don't want to or anything, we'd understand."

"I'd love to," I said.

Christine looked at me with lewd eyes. "Good," she said. "Why don't we start with you sucking Tom's cock. And then after he fucks me you can suck him again. And then we can play it by ear."