Ned carries the folding chairs and Irene a big bowl of fruit salad, about an hour after their ballcap-wearing son had given his girlfriend a brief yet thorough manhandling just inside her front door before they they headed over to the fire pit to help set up.
After introductions it's not long before the ladies are in a gaggle and Bart gives a grand tour of the shops. At one point Nick notices a poster he hadn't noticed before, with a professional sheen and stylized "turd AUTOMOTIVE", mixed in on a wall with the muscle cars and girls and hot rods.
"What the?" He pipes up.
Bart tunes in, "Oh yeah, that was a joke someone showed us a while back, you'd be surprised how many folks never bother to notice it, or admit they do, same difference."
Ned just shakes his head as Nick has to lean on a bench laughing, turns to Bart, "I never met this guy."
"Aww he's a good 'un, never seen Sis this happy."
At one point there's a welding bench with both wire and stick plus brazing tanks, plus the obligatory topless calendar that always shows up in a welding shop, obvious silicone-based highbeams staring them in the face. Bart notices the guys grinning at the calendar and points to it, "You didn't see that," then heads toward the door to the auto bays.
Eventually they head back to the fold, Nick finds his gal with hair clipped up on one side, and Ned finds something in the cooler, Nick's still not comfortable drinking alcohol in front of his folks. Evidently the hog has been cooking in the pit since last night and they're about to carve it a new one.
He asks Noreen, "So do we make sammiches with the hog?"
"I usually just chew on a leg."
"Later."
This gets him a threateningly raised eyebrow. "Mister I don't think you can handle later...if we can get away we can check on Billy's place, they left me the key, and there's a pool out back..."
"Hmmmm."
"Yeah. It's a clear night too, should be stars."
"I doubt my folks will stay past nine if that. Didn't bring my trunks tho."
She just grins and holds her gaze.
"Oh, right...out back."
"Now yer catchin' on, sport."
And then onto mingling and eventually a plate of shredded pork from somewhere on that hog, with a sweet Hawaiian bun and slaw, it seems her dad had spent some time down south and wouldn't have a cookout without it, funny how you reach an age when you can appreciate certain things.
As predicted, his folks had a wonderful time but needed to turn in soon, they head out and not long after Noreen starts giving him a look. He responds with an inquisitive gaze of his own and she leads them past the cooler, grabs a brew and sneaks it to him, "Keep this cold."
She drives. "So did you catch any eye candy over by the welders?"
"Bart says we didn't see that."
"Sounds about right. Actually that's a tradition, Daddy again, claimed it kept the welder sharp and focused, then Mom would sew or knit knickers and brassieres to glue on whenever she felt feisty."
"Classic," Nick grins.
"Was glad your parents could make it tonight, hope we didn't scare them too bad."
"This felt like one of Dad's company picnics actually."
"That works."
"Bart seemed to notice us sneaking off, made me wonder."
"Well he's about 4 or 5 beers deep at this point so don't wonder too much."
"Have you ever read the BC comic strip much?"
"Yeah sometimes."
"Starting to think he reminds me of Curls."
Noreen puts her hand to her mouth and giggles for most of a mile. Sooner than later they pull into a driveway and make their way through a well-kept house and to the back patio.
They crack the beer while slowly shedding outerwear and settle at pool's edge with four feet in. There's still the last bit of sun to hide behind the trees but there's no one else in sight or sound.
Before long she pops of her remaining underthings and slips into the water, artful backstrokes, confidently as always, giving him a peep of this and that here and there.
"How's the water?"
"Like always, chilly at first."
"I can see that."
"Bite me."
Nick finishes the last of the can and joins her.
The embrace is familiar enough, and sultry, continuing where they'd left off earlier, but he feels he owes her, so he makes his way down her front side with his mouth then sets her on the edge and goes to town, downtown, gradually at first then kicks it in, fingers, teeth, explores everywhere with the hands, going for the gold, gets a knuckle deep into the back door, just to stay acquainted.
She gasps, "Nick, sweetie, you have nothing to prove."
He just continues, she responds, this time with a burst of air from wherever, a petite Bronx Cheer, then rests on the deck. Nick climbs out and scoops her up into his arms. "You said to bite you."
She doesn't even respond and he lets her rest a few minutes.
Eventually she stirs and clasps his arm, then feels around in her groin for a second.
"Anything missing?" He can't resist.
She looks up at him and pulls out the hair clip, slides back into the water, then pulls his arm. "Alright smarty, gimme what I came for."
Nick gets in and she wraps herself around him, feels his upper body then finds his member, kisses him, then heads to the edge to grab a flotation board and uses it to swim back to him. She faces him then leans back against the board and keeps a hold of it while wrapping her legs around his waist.
Once inside her he feels a mile wide, no need to hurry, the night is young, they move for a while, then stop a while, she just smiles into the stars, and eventually, she gets what she came for.