Thanks to everyone for their feedback on Day 1. A special thank-you to my real-life editor, without whom this would be typo-riddled drivel. Reading the chapters of this story in order is highly recommended.
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Mike woke up, but lay in his bed, loathe to arise and face the morning.
Out of nowhere, Jenny appeared and slid her hand down to his crotch. He was in the habit of sleeping in the buff, and she was wearing only a black thong and a seductive smile.
"What are you-" Mike began to ask. Jenny put a finger to his lips.
Her hand found what it was looking for, and her fingers wrapped around it. Mike stifled a groan. He was already responding to her touch, just as he had last night.
Jenny was in front of him this time, allowing him to see her in all her sensuality. Her long deep-brown hair flowed loosely down her back, lightly tousled as if she had just herself woken up. Her breasts stood proudly in front of him- size D cups, he thought briefly. She had dark nipples, showing that her tan skin was natural.
She moved her slender fingers up and down Mike's shaft, eliciting appreciation from his lips. He still found himself unable to move. After a short time, she repositioned herself over him, kneeling on the bed and straddling his hips. Her left hand continued its ministrations, while her right hand explored her own body, occasionally cupping a breast or lightly squeezing a nipple.
Mike felt how turned on she was, the heat radiating from under her thong. The stretched fabric allowed Jenny's most intimate contours to be felt as she rocked slowly back and forth across his crotch, in time with the rhythms of her hand.
Mike began to breathe heavily. It amazed him that she could get him so worked up again so soon after last night. On the other hand, she was sinfully enticing. His eyes roamed the nearly-naked flesh before him, from the swell of her breasts, to the inward curve of her waist, to the suggestion of the curves of the buttocks he now ached to see.
The smoothness of her skin, the subtle curves of her athletic muscles, and then her richly brown eyes, which were now descending to his as she bent lower, still giving him the simulated ride. Mike gasped as her hard nipples touched his skin, and shuddered in pleasure as her ample breasts first collided with, then crushed, his chest.
Mike opened his mouth to receive the kiss promised by her inviting lips, but at the last moment, she turned her head aside, and he felt her hot, heavy breathing in his ear for the second time in a day. She was still rocking over him, still stroking him with her hand, as Mike held himself in tension for what she would say.
She opened her lips and took a breath, and in his left ear, Mike's alarm blasted the static-filled music of his favorite satellite radio station.
Not so favorite, this time around.
Mike groaned with realization, and dragged himself out of bed. Eight o'clock was his habitual starting time for the day, and he figured he might make breakfast for his houseguests. The problem now was how to get rid of his prominent erection before they saw it.
He tried to remember the dream, but only bits and flashes came through at this point. As he dressed for the day, he muttered an impressive variety of swearwords under his breath. He was frustrated that he couldn't just forget last night's encounter with Jenny and the dream. He was also frustrated that he couldn't remember more. And he was especially frustrated that he couldn't tell which one frustrated him more.
At least his mixed feelings provided the mood-killer he needed. He was back to normal by the time his morning routine was finished. He would be able to make breakfast without embarrassment.
That was the plan, anyway. When he came downstairs, the smell of Breakfast filled the common areas. In the kitchen, Cassie danced around cheerfully as she cooked, spatula in one hand and a piece of toast in her mouth. Jenny and Veronica gave him a cheerful greeting, and Cassie waved. Veronica took one look at him and immediately poured him a cup of coffee.
"How do you take it?" she asked. Mike shrugged.
"Black," he said, taking the cup, "Thanks."
"Something wrong with your hand? You're rubbing it."
"Oh, uh, I sort of hit my alarm clock kinda hard this morning."
"What's for breakfast?" Jenny asked, with no vestige of last night's erotic wordplay in her voice.
"My usual. Oatmeal."
"Trick question," chimed in Cassie, "It's my turn. Sit down." In a flash, she appeared and deposited an omelet-laden plate in front of Mike on the breakfast table, followed quickly by utensils. He inhaled deeply, and his suspicion of bacon and cheddar was instantly confirmed. As he sat, he smiled appreciatively at Cassie, who gave a small curtsy.
Mike took his first bite, and his eyes rolled back. That one bite threatened to bring back his hard-on. But now his stomach was the most demanding organ, and he happily obliged. About halfway through, his appetite subsided and he was able to savor the dish more slowly. He also looked up from his dish for the first time. All three ladies were sitting down at the table with him, nursing their coffee mugs and grinning at him.
"I think he likes it, Cassie!" Veronica enthused.
Swallowing to speak, Mike affirmed, "Oh, God, yes, Cassie. This tastes amazing."
"I'm glad you like it," Cassie said, earnestly.
"She just wanted to lure you into her two-week meal plan," Jenny said.
"Jenny!" Cassie said, "That was supposed to be a surprise!"
"Hey, I'm surprised," Mike said, "I take it you volunteer to cook, or at least take the lead of other cooks?"
"Oh, totally," Cassie said, "We don't have a kitchen like this at home."
"What kind of place do you have?" Mike asked conversationally.
"We share a three-bedroom apartment," said Veronica, "Yes, we know, it would make a great sitcom. Everybody says that."
"I take it that you gals being roommates helped get you all through college?" Mike asked. They nodded. "Can't have been fun dealing with the neighbors."
"Do you even remember what those are?" Jenny giggled, "You live way out here."
"You forget," Mike countered, "I'm only here for a few months. The rest of the time I have a place in Denver." Veronica, who was taking a sip, had to cover her mouth to keep from spraying the table.
"Denver?!" she exclaimed, "How in the world did you end up in the middle of Nothing Near It, New England?"
"I went to college a few hours from here. I fell in love with the fall foliage."
Jenny had to bite back the question,
Then why do you come here in the winter, when the leaves are gone?
What she said was, "It is nice, isn't it?"
That caused Mike to look directly at her for the first time that morning. She could read him yesterday, but now he was inscrutable.
What was really going on was that Mike was quickly throwing a poker face up to keep the ladies from seeing how worked up he was starting to get. During the whole conversation, he couldn't just change eye contact from one to the next. He was eating, and that meant his eyes had to travel back and forth to his plate. Along the way, his gaze had to travel across their bodies.
Yesterday, when he first met them, he did notice them, but he didn't notice that he had noticed. Now, however, he couldn't help but see how attractive they were.
Veronica was tall for a girl, about five-seven, with the classic blonde hair, blue eyes, and bombshell figure. Her breasts had to be double D's, but were they real? Even among the most famous breasts on the internet, it was rare to find ones that large with that firmness that were completely real. Nevertheless, when she folded her arms under them, the line of her cleavage deepened enticingly.
Cassie had given Mike quite the display as he entered the kitchen earlier. Jenny had mentioned to him about Cassie's unparalleled hip control last night while she stroked him to orgasm. Every move Cassie made with her legs was accompanied by the slightest shift in her waist, suggesting incredible sexual agility. And no matter how swift her movements, she made not a single sound.
