Thanks to everyone for their feedback on the previous chapters, with a special thank-you to my real-life editor. Remaining errors, if any, are mine. Reading the chapters of this story in order is highly recommended. All geek culture references are properties of their original copyright holders, obviously.
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Cassie's cell phone woke her up from its charger on the nightstand. There was no reception out here, but the rest of her phone's functions worked just fine. Reaching over, she pressed the "Dismiss" button and turned on the lamp.
Then she stretched, relishing in the comfort of the bed. Mike had not scrimped on his guest accommodations – this was more restful than her own bed at home. But as warm as the blanket was, she did agree to make breakfast. Not that she minded.
Before flinging off her blanket and exposing her naked body to the cool bedroom air, she reached down and began to touch herself. Cassie had never been so turned on for so long before, and it was days now. Usually life would get in the way, but isolated by snow far from home, her thoughts had plenty of time to wander.
So then there was Mike. He was friendly, and had charm in his own way. He was obviously quite intelligent but didn't rub it in. And he genuinely cared about things- that was something she very much liked about him.
He wasn't hard on the eyes, either. A little over six feet, she guessed, from her five-foot-even vantage point. And he was strong, top to bottom. The man worked out, and it showed. She rubbed herself gently at the memory.
Cassie had seen him naked, two days before, when she went to check on him after he worked on the roof. What she found was that Mike had stripped completely and fallen asleep on his bed, over the covers. He must have been exhausted.
So she decided to be bold and make a move. She'd caught him looking at her and her friends all day, although she was sure he didn't know he had been caught. But he didn't make a single move, or indicate directly he was attracted to any of them in that way.
Cassie always reasoned that those who do something not for the reward are exactly the people that deserve one. By this logic, she felt Mike had earned a little naughtiness, precisely because he wanted it and didn't pursue it.
Now, two days later, Cassie groaned in bed as she recalled what had come next. Specifically,
she
had. And then, she remembered his mouth on her pussy, the delicate motions of his tongue inflaming her, and then his climax, tasting his load as he fired it down her throat.
With one of her fingers in her pussy and sucking on another in her mouth, Cassie bucked in her bed, climaxing at both the memory of her mutual orgasm with Mike, and at the fantasy of doing it again.
Not for the first time, her orgasm only made her hornier. But this time, it also made her hungrier. She finally got out of bed for the day, her vigorous reminiscence taking a little longer than she would have liked.
Still feeling an afterglow, she imagined that Mike was watching her from behind her closet door. They had slats in them presumably for air flow and safety, that were perfect for doing just that. She went over to the smallish dresser that was part of the guest room furnishings, where she had put most of her daywear.
Cassie bent over, and selected her panties for the day: a white string thong that left barely enough to the imagination. And to make sure Mike would see it, she went to a lower drawer, bending lower, and pulled out a white pleated skirt, like a cheerleader's. She'd have liked to hang it up, but the closet lacked the right kind of hanger.
Then came the
pièce de résistance
: a simple white undershirt. With this outfit, all of her curves would be visible for the looking, without being too forward. This included her nipples, but Cassie wasn't worried. If Jenny or Ronni made any comments, she could say she was just trying to feel comfortable.
She shimmied her thong and skirt up her legs and over her round, smooth buttocks, and smiled as she thought of how mindless she could render a man with her hips. Cassie unthinkingly cupped a breast, pinching a nipple, but resisted the urge to masturbate again. Looking at her bedside clock, she reminded herself to get moving. Once the rest of her morning routine was done, she'd only have time for something simple. She hurried to the bathroom, eager to be done before the other two woke up.
*****
The kitchen was filling with the smell of bacon and hash browns as Jenny and Veronica came downstairs. Without missing a beat, Cassie turned on the coffeemaker, which started filling up the pot.
"Mmm, smells good, Cass," said Veronica.
"Are those homefries?" Jenny asked, walking over. Cassie gently swatted her hand with a spatula when she tried to pinch a bit of it.
"They will be," Cassie said, "if you let me cook. Shoo."
She finally got them out of her hair, so to speak, when the coffee came up. Jenny and Veronica nursed their mugs at the breakfast nook while Cassie worked her kitchen magic.
The three women were early risers; seven or seven-thirty was about the latest they got up. This worked out well for Mike, as breakfast tended to be ready when he finally dragged his butt downstairs. Not that any of them had seen anything wrong with his butt...
"Good morning," he said as he came into the kitchen. The ladies all gave him a cheerful greeting. For Veronica, this included a cup of black coffee, and for Cassie, this included the first plate of bacon and homefries. Jenny, seeing this, got him his flatware. Mike looked a little uncomfortable at this display.
"You guys really don't have to do that," he assured them, "For the next week and a half, you basically live here."
"Right," said Jenny, "We're roommates. And we like to do little things for our roommates."
Seeing the pointlessness of arguing with all three of them at once, if they'd set their mind to something, he relaxed and enjoyed his unhealthy but scrumptious breakfast.
"You ladies are models of healthy living habits," Mike said, "Explain the bacon."
"If you cook it right," said Cassie, "Most of the grease stays behind. It helps if you get the good stuff, with little fat to begin with. Like the stuff you have. Plus, it's not just diet. It's exercise. Jenny and I are today; Veronica was yesterday and tomorrow."
Mike nodded. He knew very well about Veronica's workout yesterday. In three days, he had been in a sexual encounter with each of the three women now calmly sitting around his table, as if nothing had happened. Yesterday was actually quite nice; Veronica and he flirted openly and their romp was mutually satisfying and acknowledged as an isolated incident. Cassie was a bit different. Without a word, she had sent him spiraling into a pool of sensations he still felt echoes from.
But what Jenny did was in a class by itself. A handjob combined with a mindfuck like that? Hell
fucking
no. Okay, the orgasm was incredible, but under the circumstances, he'd have still passed. Mike had yet to fully work out what she had been trying to do, but he already had the beginnings of a plan to get back on even ground.
"You okay, Mike?" Jenny asked. She looked genuinely concerned. To her credit, she did seem to be sincerely contrite about her actions. Mike would have to wait and see.
"Yeah," he said, taking a swig of coffee to wash down the last of his breakfast. "This was great, Cassie, thank you. Anyway... I'm still a fair bit behind on my consultations, and my major deadlines are within forty-eight hours. What I am going to do is hole up in my office until it's time for me to go to sleep again. Cassie, do you still insist on making lunch and dinner?"
"Of course!" Cassie said, "Got a request?"
"I won't be on a schedule today. At all. I'll come out for food, so I'd appreciate that if you make anything for me, just label it with my name so I know it's for me, whether it's for lunch or dinner, and how long it gets in the microwave."
"Do you like your food hot or just warmed up?"
"Hot's fine. I'll take a while eating it anyway."
"Can do."
"Last thing," Mike said, "We've been over this before, but I'll repeat it: unless it's an emergency, do not interrupt me. I really do have to get as much work done as I can today. Don't worry about noise; the office was designed to be a quiet spot despite large numbers of houseguests. Questions?"
"Where do you keep your snow shovels and stuff?" Veronica asked.
"The garage."
