Part 9: PYJAMAS ARE OPTIONAL
The pyjama party was in full swing. Susan had invited the girls to her suite, and they had agreed enthusiastically. Which is how the five of them, Natassia, Kady, Margaret, Helen, and herself found themselves in the sitting room just off Susan's bedroom. It had been pretty good fun. They had laughed and joked, danced about to loud music, eaten a ton of snacks, watched a couple of movies and drunk a prodigious quantity of rum punch. The game of "Fuck, Marry, Kill" had left them breathless with laughter. Kady in particular had an earthy and wicked sense of humour and her ad-lib comments on the likely sexual performances of their chosen "victims" were often bitingly inciteful and hilariously accurate at the same time.
Now, well past tipsy and happily travelling towards getting cheerfully drunk, they found themselves playing strip poker and chatting aimlessly.
Susan couldn't play poker to save her life and would have been out of her knickers in no time if it hadn't been for Kady. She couldn't play either, but she liked to bet big. Which was why she was now lounging on the sofa without a care in the world, completely naked apart from her necklace and earrings.
The others were in various states of undress and bits and pieces of discarded nightwear lay scattered about the room.
"What about Bernhard?", mused Margaret. She looked particularly alluring, dressed only in a silk pyjama top and black panties with her red hair falling about her shoulders.
Kady looked up from her cards, "Oh hell yes! I've seen him gardening with his shirt off," she whistled, "that guy is
ripped
. I could happily bounce up and down on him all day."
Natassia gave Susan a sly look, "Cassius?" she asked with feigned innocence.
Susan felt herself blushing and it wasn't helped when the other girls pointed at her laughing and teasing in a good-natured way.
Kady sighed, "Can't really blame her though can you, the guy's a total fox. I'd definitely bang him."
"You'd bang just about anyone."
"Yea, pretty much."
The girls fell about laughing as Kady continued her musing, "Mind you, then I'd have to worry about Portia murdering me in my sleep, so there is that."
"What about Cassius AND Portia then?" asked Margaret.
"Oh fuck yea."
Susan looked across at the redhead, "Hey Margaret, how are you getting on with Sergio? From all the noise coming from the poolhouse it sounded like you were having fun."
Margaret gave her a dreamy look and one of her hands drifted across the front of her nightshirt as she smiled at the memory, "Let's just say he has a wicked tongue."
Natassia laughed, "From all the noise you were making I can guess what he was doing with his 'wicked tongue'."
Margaret blushed but gave the girl a smile and a sly nod.
"What about Gunter?"
Susan looked up, "That guy scares the shit out of me."
Natassia mused, "He's definitely got that Bond villain thing going for sure. But you know, I think he might be kinda lonely, he doesn't really mix with anyone does he?"
"He's got arms like a bear; can you just imagine?"
The girls felt their eyes drawn to Helen, who was blushing furiously while suddenly concentrating avidly on the cards in her hand.
Kady slammed her cards down on the table, "You didn't?" she demanded.
Helen's blush deepened as she peeked over the top of her cards and nodded.
Uproar ensued, Susan stared goggle-eyed at the woman, Natassia had almost choked on her drink and was spluttering and laughing simultaneously, Margaret pounded the girl on the back while shouting, "You sneaky bitch! You kept that one quiet enough." while Kady demanded, "details! We want details!"
"It was my birthday party," she stammered.
"Did he give you a present? Was it a big present?" asked Kady as she fell off the sofa in a fit of laughter.
Natassia waved for silence, "I wanna hear this," she slurred with a grin.
Helen looked across at her friends, "I'd had a really good time and, well you know how it goes, I'd drunk a lot of those champagne cocktails the barman makes."
"Good choice," murmured Natassia, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth and listening avidly.
"Well by the end there was only me and him left and then all of a sudden, he gives me this little gold charm bracelet as a birthday present. I think he was embarrassed to give it to me in front of the others. It was a beautiful little thing."
"I've never seen you wear it".
"I wear it sometimes," she whispered, blushing again.
Kady grinned.
"Anyway, he pats me on the arm and says, 'It's for luck'. It was so unexpected and such a sweet thing for him to do. Well, I just couldn't help myself. I just hauled off and kissed him. He can really kiss by the way. After a bit, things got kinda heated, then they got
really
heated. And then, well, I sort of fucked him on the coffee table."
Susan found herself gaping while Natassia and Margaret burst into fits of giggles.
"
Sort of
fucked him?" choked Susan.
"How was it?" asked Kady with a gleam in her eye.
"The coffee table? A bit hard on my ass and not too comfortable really."
Kady gave a mock glare
"Pretty damned good if you must know. Then he picks me up like I'm a five-year-old."
"Been there" muttered Susan.
"Well, he picks me up like I'm a five-year-old, carries me off to his bedroom and we pick up right where we left off. It was quite a night, to be honest."
"Wait! You've been in his room?" demanded Natassia.
"Only a couple of times," her blush deepened.
"Is it full of guns and knives and axes and stuff?"
"Not that I saw. He has a lot of books; did you know he paints?"
"What's he like? I mean, no offense, but he looks like he could snap you like a twig."
"He's very strong, which can be a lot of fun," she grinned.
"I bet."
"But he's surprisingly gentle, it's like he's a little bit frightened he might hurt me by accident or something."
Kady rolled over onto her side and looked across at her, "So you're still banging him then?"
"Sometimes, it's a bit of an on and off thing."
The girls burst into fits of laughter at her choice of words.
"I bet you're '
on and off'
every chance you get!" giggled Natassia.
Helen looked across at the girl, batted her eyes and smiled innocently as she laid her cards on the table.
"Full house."
Natassia groaned and rolled her eyes. Choosing to leave her top on for at least a little modesty she slipped out of her silk knickers. The short little top didn't hide very much, and Susan idly nibbled a fingernail as she took in the curves of the near-naked girl. She felt a growing dampness between her legs and was glad she was still wearing her own panties.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the door. Kady rolled to her feet and languidly sashayed across the room to answer. Margaret watched the sway of her hips with appreciation, "Wow, just wow."
She opened the door to find Anton standing there holding another jug of cocktail punch. He was one of the boatplane pilots and was probably younger than all of them. He'd been trained as a pilot by his father since childhood but had to take over early when the older man's eyesight began to fail.
"Hey, Rufus gave me these to take over, said you might like the.... Woah!"
The young man's jaw dropped as he saw the naked Kady standing in the doorway. She was idly playing with her necklace as it hung between her firm, pomegranate sized breasts, and as she gazed intently at the young man her lips curled into a lascivious smile. Behind her, he began to take in the room full of scantily clad women, now all looking at him. He flushed and swallowed nervously as he felt his temperature rose.
"Well, hello there Anton," Kady purred.
Taking him by the collar she drew him into the room.
Minutes later a still blushing Anton was seated between Natassia and Susan trying desperately to concentrate on his cards, but the five young beauties laughing and joking around him either in their skimpy underwear or in the case of Kady, wearing nothing but a grin, was
painfully
distracting.
So far, he'd been lucky and only lost his shirt, but he had to stifle a groan as Helen lost a hand and slithered out of her pyjama top, leaving her wearing only lingerie, including a bra that enhanced the wonderful curves of her breasts and presented a cleavage he found to be more than a little enticing. He wiped beads of perspiration from his brow.
Natassia slid across his lap as she stretched to steal a handful of snacks from Susan's plate. As she did so he felt her breasts brushing his crotch and he had to stifle a tortured groan as he tried, and failed, to avoid gazing at the fantastic curves of her upturned posterior right in front of him. He couldn't help but trace a hand across the smooth skin of one cheek as he released a pent-up breath.
The girl responded by reflexively wiggling her ass and he failed to suppress another groan. Her head turned slowly to look at him,
"Anton, do you have a joystick in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"
Helen looked up, "Oh that's not fair! That's not fair at all. You can't do that to him and leave him like that. The poor lad looks like he's going to have a stroke. Someone needs to help him out."
"Whatever do you mean?" asked Natassia with feigned innocence.
"You know what I mean," blushed Helen.
"I don't, tell me."
Helen gestured helplessly, "You know,
help
him out."
Kady laughed and raised her hands in mock resignation, "Okay, okay, look Susan has Natassia, you have your gentle caveman and Margaret is all loved-up with Sergio. So, I guess it's up to me, and if it's absolutely necessary, I suppose I can do the needful and take one for the team."