She sat in silence for some time as I waited patiently. Finally, she began, “I don’t want a pet… Well, I sorta do… Whatever, you’re just sleeping with me.”
I chuckled softly. “Okay.”
She slapped my leg playfully. “Don’t laugh at me!” Then, she reached up and grabbed me aggressively by my manhood, smiling gingerly, and yanked lightly downward, catching me off-guard.
I yelped in mild unexpected discomfort before smiling and saying, “Yes, Mistress.” She smiled substantially at this as she continued to hold on to me.
Her hand still squeezing me, she said, “Come here,” as she pulled gently on me. I knelt down and she kissed me for several moments before releasing my stiffening member and saying, “Help me up.”
I followed Ashley into the house before she made straight for Kim. Kim didn’t look at her, removing new cookies from a new sheet. Ashley pulled down on her, kissing her on the cheek and saying, “I’m sorry, Sweetie; I couldn’t help myself.”
Kim looked at her. “I know, it’s okay.” Finally she smiled at Ashley and said, “Here, have a cookie.”
Ashley absolutely beamed at her friend as she took one from the pile and started chewing. “Mmmm, this is SO good.” Kim just smiled as she finished transplanting cookies from sheet to plate.
Ashley finished her cookie, then started to tell Kim the new plan.
Before she began, I said, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to get this pool water off me. Is it alright if I shower while you two are talking?”
Ashley was still looking at Kim when she plainly said, “No,” before going on to pass her information to the other girl. I was somewhat surprised at the way she’d casually dismissed me. I didn’t know whether to be offended or turned on. Once she’d finished with Kim, she explained to me that we all needed showers, and she and Kim were going first.
I said, “Yes, Ma’am,” though still smiling, not quite serious about it. Kim finished with the cookies before Ashley quickly slipped me one more kiss before being led off in the hand of her friend.
As they went, Kim said, “There’s beer in the fridge, if you want one.” Then they disappeared upstairs.
I absolutely wanted a beer. I grabbed a bottle, popped the top off, and took it outside with me to sit by the pool, enjoying the evening air as I contemplated.
I imagined the best possible scenario for the girls in the shower, and smiled.
In spite of its description as “Fiction,” this story is actually an embellishment of real experiences I had with a girl during my time on the radio. The first several chapters are absolutely true, save names and locales.
XVII. Fireflies danced and branches rustled as my mind swam amongst the stars.
It had been hours since I’d felt the dull distress of fear. I was beginning to grow confident in my situation. I finally believed that I would be okay through this escapade, and, should Ashley… Or Kim, or both wish to continue our shenanigans, I would be able to manage the conditions of our affairs, provided they’d let me guide them.
I took a sip from my beer; the last. It occurred to me that my view of the sky was relatively unpolluted by ambient light from the small city nearby, and I concluded that we must be farther out from town than I’d previously believed.
The girls seemed to be taking their time, and I smiled again at the “best possible scenario” as I went to retrieve another beer from the refrigerator. The house was quiet, so much so that I found myself a little uncomfortable in it alone, and was eager to get back outside.
I had finished half of my second beer before I heard laughing from inside the house, and the joyful noise warmed me. I watched the door for several seconds before seeing Ashley’s silhouette suddenly posing in it, as if she were making a grand entrance onto a stage. She paused there only long enough to make a proper debut before making her way to me, and I could see that she was now clothed in shorts and a T Her hair was fixed the way she liked it, and as she got closer, I could see that she’d applied a small amount of makeup.
“How’s it going,” she asked.
I could not have kept myself from smiling if I’d wanted to, and I was sure I looked like an idiot. I didn’t really care. I’d only begun to feel the beer, and I was quite at ease. “Not too bad, I must say.”
She grinned. “How many have you had?” She took the beer from me and took a sip. I was about to reflexively object before I caught myself.
“That’s my second,” I informed her. I then noticed that she was wearing a t-shirt advertising her high school soccer team, and I cringed inwardly.
“That’s it until we get back.” She kept smiling at me as she took one more sip and said, “Get up. Go get in the shower.” I looked at her for a few moments, captivated by her allure before she spoke again. “Now.” Oh, I see.
I got up and tried to slip by her before she grabbed me for a kiss, then released me again into the house.
As I passed by Kim, she said, “Right at the top of the stairs to the open door at the end of the hall. Go through the bedroom into the bath. There’s a clean towel on the sink for you.”
I said, “Thanks,” and continued up the stairs as I wondered how many towels we had used over the day.
When I got to the bathroom, I became jealous of Kim’s parents’ financial wellbeing. The room was the same as my own in that it had a two-person shower, as wash basin, and a commode. However, my bath wasn’t in hand-laid tile, glass and porcelain, as this one was. As I coveted the expensive nature of my surroundings, I told myself that such things were unnecessary and frivolous. Then I answered that I didn’t care because I wanted it anyway.
I showered quickly, merely gliding the soap over me, spending the most significant time washing the pool chemicals from my hair. I noted that there were no seats in the shower, and I smiled to myself in triumph. I dried off, and headed back downstairs to find the girls in the den.
I heard them laughing before I saw them. Kim asked, “What is this?” I rounded the corner, and saw the girls sitting on the floor, clothed as if ready to leave, staring me down, their faces absolutely afire with excitement. Then I saw why. They were taking inventory. I saw large portion of my assortment of sex toys and bondage equipment strewn about their knees.
“Oh, okay,” I said. “I see what’s going on.” I saw what Kim was holding, and said, “That is a tail.” She looked at it for a few moments, then the light went on, and she dropped it, momentarily horrified that she’d been holding such a device. I laughed the hardest I had since meeting them.
Kim asked, “You keep this stuff in a bag in your trunk?” She was in utter disbelief as Ashley looked on with genuine interest. “What do you do with stuff after you… Use it?” Ashley laughed at her friend’s hesitation.
“I clean it,” I told her. “Any time I use anything, it’s sterilized before I put it back. It’s all completely safe.”
“If you say so,” she said, and Ashley laughed again. “Stop it, Ash,” and she pushed her friend over onto the carpet.
“Are you two ready to go?” I was getting a little impatient.