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. Spoiler: No actual sex in this one -- catch you next time!
*****
Her mystery man had returned. Cassie was helpless. With one hand he held her down against the countertop, and with the other he held her waistline. Thrusting deep, he fulfilled himself in her.
Too bad her morning alarm went off.
Waking up and turning off her phone's chimes, Cassie stretched for the morning. Her legs caught the blanket and exposed her hardened nipples to the cold bedroom air. Cassie shivered at the sudden contrast, which was nonetheless titillating.
Reaching down, Cassie could feel how wet she was. She'd been outrageously horny, just being able to express her sexuality openly, she felt for the first time in her life. Then she got the backlog out of her system. Only now, she had a solid idea of what she wanted in a man, again for the first time in her life, and the fantasy ratcheted up her libido all over again.
A partner in life
, she thought,
That's what every woman wants. But in the bedroom? There's something I want more.
The thought that preyed on her mind was Mike, her current sexual interest. He could certainly take charge, but there was a bit of a cost. He wasn't quite himself when he did it. Something had to be wrong for that to happen. It was hot as Hell, and Cassie owed the best orgasms of her life to it, but she couldn't do that to him.
As she was getting dressed for the day, she was surprised by a knock at the door.
"Cassie?" It was Jenny.
"Yeah? Come in."
Jenny had apparently gotten a jump on the day. She was already dressed, from her Game of Thrones t-shirt to her hip-hugging jeans, and, yes, her pink fuzzy slippers. She'd even put her hair back into a loose braid. Cassie, however, had only managed to slide her bikini bottoms up her legs, and so was popping into and out of the closet getting and putting on her outfit for the day.
"Someone's ambitious this morning," she commented as she put on a bra. Her brother was arriving in the afternoon and she didn't want to make him uncomfortable. It was nice being unrestrained, however long it lasted.
"I, uh, wanted to help Mike make a good impression on Nate," Jenny said. "And I don't want Rick to think we're bad for Mike."
"You're worried about those?" Cassie said, donning one of her own t-shirts. It might have been borrowed from Jenny in a previous year, but possession is nine-tenths of ownership between best friends and roommates.
"Not really, I guess. But, you know, it couldn't hurt..."
Cassie laughed as she walked to her closet, clad only in her tight shirt and panties. Her ass swayed with each step, something she did to keep her hips loose, should she decide to flirt.
"What do you think Rick will be like in person?" Cassie asked.
"A lot like on the phone. An arrogant cod, but good at what he does."
"I wonder if that's true in the bedroom..." Cassie mused as she stepped into her jeans.
"Cassie!"
"What? Is Mike allowed to sleep with all of us, but I can't think about maybe another guy?"
"No, it's just... you haven't even met the man!"
"I will today," Cassie said, shimmying her jeans up past her hips. She did so carefully and slowly, not wanting to damage the clothing. It took longer than she cared to admit to find jeans matching her full-bottomed figure.
"What would Mike think?"
Cassie shrugged. "Does he have to know?"
"He is our friend, and the lawyer's. And it's sort of on that subject I meant to talk to you about."
"Oh?"
"Mike's put a stop to everything, for the time being. No more sex with each other unless it's exclusive, like, a relationship."
"You sure it wasn't your idea?"
"What? No, I'd never do something like that without talking to you first."
"Ah. So has he confessed any secret longings for moonlit walks on the beach with either of us?"
"God, I hope not," Jenny said, "If he ever does, I'll Friendzone him permanently. That kind of date is completely not me."
"You've thought about what it would be like to date Mike?"
"Haven't you?"
Cassie said nothing, but let a small smile cross her face the next time her back was turned.
*****
After joining his houseguests for breakfast, Mike got right down to business.
"So, it looks like today should be another clean-up day," Mike said, "It's been another week."
They'd been cleaning as they went, but company was coming and even if they didn't need to clean much, it passed the time.
"Rick and Nate should be here sometime in the late afternoon, depending on how they handle lunch. Cassie, you want to call and check?"
"Nah. He's a big boy. If he has to, he knows to call."
"You talking about Rick or Nate?"
Cassie shrugged, smiling. "Does it matter?"
Since Mike had no work to do, it being a Saturday, he pitched in equally and tidied up the place. They had to run some fans in the basement, to air it out. Between all of the exercise and sexual encounters that took place down there, it had gotten a tad ripe. A couple of refreshed Glade Plug-ins and it was smelling as good as new. On the first floor, most of the rooms were a cinch. The kitchen took a bit longer. Cassie, of course, directed the whole effort. Whatever she was in the bedroom, she would always be queen of the kitchen. After that, everyone took care of their own rooms, and everyone took a bathroom, one on each floor. Veronica drew the short straw and had to clean the one in the basement.
Other than laundry, this was it for the house. After the scouring the previous week, everyone was a bit more careful, mindful of cleaning it up. By lunchtime, they all settled back down again.
"Well, that worked up an appetite," Mike commented.
None of his houseguests commented. As with last week, they were quite turned on by a man who was proficient and even eager with housework. However, present circumstances being what they were, the ladies had to quell any desires to being mere fleeting fancies.
For Cassie, this was quite a bit difficult. She had to keep reminding herself that while Mike was pretty damn good, she in fact wanted something only similar to him. Maybe Mike would be different in the real world, maybe not. But until she found out, she couldn't fixate too heavily on him.
All in all, it was a pretty quiet lunch. The only thing left to do was wait.
*****
An electric blue Camaro turned into Mike's driveway around one in the afternoon. The driver got out first: a stocky man with thick brown hair. He wore jeans and a polo shirt under his leather Denver Broncos jacket. Coming out from the passenger side was a taller man, wearing a long overcoat which concealed everything else he wore. After finding his feet again, he reached into the back seat and pulled out an expensive-looking briefcase.
"Good gravy, and I thought Denver drivers were insane," commented the well-dressed one.
"Come on, you've lived in the Boroughs, you know what it's like to want to cut loose."
The passenger sighed. "Let's just go in. I've got a job to do."
They climbed the steps and knocked on the door. The cry of "Sonofa
bitch!
" echoed from somewhere in the back of the house.
"Sounds like Jenny lost Jenga again," said the driver.
A few moments later, Mike opened the door.
"Rick! Good to see you!" Shaking his hand and clasping him on the shoulder, Mike ushered him into the house.
