After the mad melee of Goddess yanking off my bikini top in the pool and with my bikini straps now well and double-tied, Daddy felt it was safe to leave me alone in the pool again with the girls.
Daddy was in the hot tub and the other men were talking amongst themselves. The girls were still soaking in the pool. Goddess had calmed down and I had a buzz. Things were equaling out.
You will need a little background for this story. Painted Lady is the epitome of a lady. She has a regal quality to her. She strikes you as above the crowd and somewhat aloof when you first meet her. But the more I have gotten to know her, the more I see how down to earth she can be. I love her sense of humor and her openness. She works to broaden her experiences and her sexual knowledge. I admire her for that.
One thing I heard when I first met her was that she does not tolerate certain words being used. We all have trigger words. One of hers is tits. Don’t tell her she has lovely skin and don’t use the word tits. You’d think it would be an easy enough rule. But in this group, for some reason, it seems to be immeasurably hard.
Most of the time it is people poking fun. If no one knew she had an aversion to the word, I doubt it would be used 1/10 as much. By it’s such a fun word! Jugs denote large ones, breasts are so vanilla in tone, mammaries are too scientific, but tits or titties are so much more descriptive. They sound so cute and perky to me. To Painted Lady though, the word sounds vulgar.
On the drive down, Painted Lady had control of the music. We listened to some great music all the way to Mexico. At one point, she put on a rap song. “Oh here is my only rap song, you’ll love it.” She says. It starts and two phrases in the rapper says tits. Goddess and I were shocked.
“He said tits!” Goddess said, as we both waited for Painted Lady to respond.
“Well, I like the song and I’m growing.” She said. We had talked earlier in the drive about growth and becoming more comfortable in our own skin.
“Oh good, then I can say tits finally.” Goddess said.
Painted Lady made a generally acquiescent sound. “I think I can handle it now.” She said. I was impressed. She was going to allow it.
Goddess took it for carte blanche and sang with gusto, “Tits, tits, titties, titties, tatas, titties, tits!”
“I take it back! Stop that right now!” Painted Lady said. And just as soon as we had open permission it was taken away.
“Aw, you went and overused our free pass.” I joked. I was laughing in the back seat. I love these girls. We have endless fun together.
So, back in the pool, we were talking and tipsy. The subject of breasts came up again. I can’t remember why.
I think I said to them, “I’ll show you my boobs whenever you like. I just didn’t want to flash the entire pool.” Goddess said something about tits and we were off again with Painted Lady grumbling about the word.
Then her face lit up like a Christmas tree. “How about this, if I say that word…”
“What, tits?” Asked Goddess, knowing damned well that’s what Painted Lady meant. I could see her eyes twinkle with mischief as she said it.
“Yes.” Painted Lady said with exasperation. “I’ll say that word if you each show me yours when I say it.”
Goddess seemed ready to do what it took to get Painted Lady to do the unthinkable. I was along for the ride. We looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Alright.”
Painted Lady pointed her finger at each of our breasts one by one as she said, “Tits, tits, tits, tits. There, that’s four times. I get to see them all for that.”
Goddess and I dutifully flashed Painted Lady our tits. Then she quickly repeated the game. “Tit, titty, tit, tits. Again!” She was really warming to this game now. We flashed her again and again. Painted Lady got her money’s worth that day for putting aside her dislike of that word.