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The walk home from Ann's house was a quick one. I was moving quickly, wanting to get home and get to sleep. It wasn't that I was so tired. It was more that I wanted to go to bed so that I could wake up in the morning and start my last day with her.
I'd asked her out on a date. A Saturday night, bona fide, one hundred percent authentic, date. We had spent a large part of our time together revisiting the past, living out fantasies and dreams of what it would have been like had we actually gotten together when we went to high school. But I was viewing our date as what it would be like in the moment, as two adults in their late twenties. And the sooner I got to bed, the sooner I'd wake up. And the sooner I woke up, the sooner I'd get to be with her again.
I had no plans to be with her during the morning or afternoon. In reality, I knew she needed some time to pack, and to spend some time with her parents. I had taken up the majority of her vacation, hogging her all to myself. Monopolizing her time on her last full day in Indiana didn't seem fair, even to me. Yet even with that, the plan of hitting the pillow and waking up that much closer to picking her up for our date made me smile.
Knowing that my parents were hosting their guests, I quietly entered the house and started to sneak down the hallway toward my bathroom. I had forgotten to move my toothbrush and other things I needed to get ready for bed. It turned out that I didn't have to be quiet. I could have ridden a train down the hallway, and nobody in the house would have known I was even there. Of course, the train would have been going into a tunnel, based on what was happening in the house.
The doors to all three bedrooms were closed, and I could hear noises coming from behind each of them. It wasn't snoring. It was definitely fucking...
uninhibited
fucking. I have no idea which couple started it. It could have been my mom and dad, or it could have been Mack and Carrie. But my guess was it had to be Paula and Rob, since she was the one that was so worked up earlier. But frankly, the way we'd all been talking earlier in the evening, it could have been any one of them. The bottom line was that one couple obviously started, and the rest followed suit. And it sounded like they were having some kind of contest to see who could be the loudest.
I was thankful that the doors were closed. The way things sounded, it could have easily spilled into something much different. The thought of what that could have been made me shudder. I shook my head, thinking about the psychological damage that that might have caused.
I decided to just wash up and brush my teeth in my own bathroom, since I knew no one would hear me. I walked back down the hall with a smile on my face. Not because I was turned on in any way. It had more to do with the fact that I was certain that Ann and I had set the wheels in motion to make all of that happen. And, I was happy that they had all decided that it was okay to let their hair down and have a little fun. I know we'd certainly had ours just a little while before.
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The living room was in the front of the house, with a large window facing the street. Walking in, I saw that Mom, and likely Dad, had pulled out the hide-a-bed, and it was all made up, complete with fresh sheets and a blanket. My pillows were already in place, and Mom had taken the time to turn down the bed. Ever the domestic goddess, as she liked to call herself, she left no detail unattended; even putting an alarm clock and a box of Kleenex on the end table for me.
The living room had two doorways. One that led from the foyer at one end, and one that led into the dining room at the other. The thing that was unique about the room, besides the fact that we never used it, was that located in the walls of the two doorways, were sliding doors that you could pull out from each side, and they met in the middle to create a secluded room. I never minded having to sleep in there because the bed was surprisingly comfortable for being the couch pull out variety, and because I was provided the same privacy that I usually had in my own room. That afforded me the opportunity to sleep in the nude, as I always did. And this time, I really had no choice, since I hadn't worn any underwear, and my dresser was in my room where Rob and Paula were fucking like they were auditioning for a porn shoot.
I closed the doors to the foyer, and then the ones to the dining room. Undressing, I climbed into bed, listening to the muffled sounds of one of the three females in the house screaming in ecstasy as she reached another orgasm. It was easy to tell, because it was Carrie, and she was yelling at Mac that she was cumming again. Not what I expected, but there was little I could do.
I didn't usually curl up under the sheets during the summer, and rarely during the winter to start. I tend to run hot, so when I go to bed, I'm always naked, and I usually don't cover myself with anything. I lie there, letting my body cool off. When my body temperature finally starts to lower, sometime in the middle of the night, I'll pull something over me to make sure I don't wake up freezing. I don't know when I do it, I just know that I do.
Pushing the covers to the side, I closed my eyes. I'd slept in the living room before, so I was used to the surroundings. I drifted off rather easily, dreaming of my sweet Ann. It was easy, what with my being serenaded by the erotic sounds of sex, which only reminded me of her. Had it just been my parents, I likely would have found it more troubling. Yet with the whole house providing the soundtrack, I drifted off as I welcomed Ann into my latest naughty dream.
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At the end of a peaceful night of rest, I was aroused; and not just from the sleep itself. I'd often woken up with my cock fully erect. Every guy does, and I'm no exception. That's another benefit of sleeping in the nude... my cock doesn't usually become restricted by anything, particularly underwear. But I was really aroused this time, and it was sexually. This wasn't some middle of the night, wet dream that I interrupted, and it wasn't just your every night, run of the mill boner. I was on edge.
I was groggy, and had another one of those moments where I wondered if everything I experienced was actually a dream. I was amazed at how many times that event had occurred, especially recently. I had a tendency to blur my dreams with reality, anyway. There were several dreams that I had had over the years that seemed so real that it took me hours after waking up to realize they hadn't been. Conversely, there would be the occasional real experience that just seemed too bizarre to have actually happened.
Swinging my legs over the side, I dug my toes into the carpet as I tried to wake up. A slow yawn coincided with my arms rising over my head as I stretched my body in hopes of getting more oxygen to my fatigued muscles. I closed my eyes as I thought of the images my dreams had pushed into my conscious mind. Shaking my head, I opened them and stared at the door to the foyer.
"They were all fucking? What in the hell
are you dreaming about that
for? Don't you have enough issues trying to figure out Ann and where that's going to end up?" I said, lecturing myself; almost chastising my own demented mind for coming up with such an insane vision in the first place. Why would I be dreaming about something like my parents and their friends all having sex in the house at the same time. And why would my cock be so hard because of it. It made my other head start to hurt.
Feeling the pressure building in my head, I looked at the alarm clock. It was after eleven. That was not a good sign. I loved to sleep in, but if I slept too long, I knew what would likely follow. I pulled on my shorts and went out the south door through the dining room, making my way to the kitchen, hoping to remain unseen. I need to get some aspirin to fend off the headache I knew was coming, induced by the extra sleep I had gotten. I had a penchant for migraines, and that was the last thing I needed on my last night with Ann.
I poked my head around the corner, checking to see if the coast was clear in the living room. Not seeing anyone, I walked into the kitchen to find a note waiting for me on the counter. Mom had left me notes there in that same spot since we'd moved into that house from the east back when I was a junior in high school. I was floored when I read it.
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Neil,
We're all going to Fort Wayne to have brunch, and then we're going to go do some shopping. Not sure what your plans are for today, other than your date tonight with Ann. Know you're going to have a great time. Not sure when we're going to get back, but it won't be until after you leave. There are leftovers in the fridge.
Sweetie, I hope we didn't keep you awake last night. I know it must have been odd for you to come home and hear all of us, and I know that you did. Maybe it's better that you won't see any of us today (ha ha!). You and Ann really rubbed off on all of us!
Please give our love to Ann. And don't forget to give her yours too!
Love you,
Mom
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It hadn't been a dream. I grabbed the aspirin and wolfed down three of them, like they would somehow take away the images that were running through my head. They were unknown images. It wasn't like I'd seen anything. But the playback of the audio that was going on in my skull was hard to ignore, and the groans and moans that played somehow made scenes pop into my head. I shook it again, trying to snap myself out of it. I walked back to the living room to make the bed, only to be stopped by the phone ringing. Knowing I was the only one home, it was mine to answer. I just had to decide if I wanted to.
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I had to. It would always gnaw at me when I didn't answer a phone, wondering who it was. My parents didn't have an answering machine, so you either answered, or you didn't. There was no call screening. I trudged back into the kitchen, praying it wouldn't be something stupid, like a telemarketer.
"Hello," I said, almost warily.
"Hi baby!"
"Ann!" I said excitedly.
"Did you get home alright last night?"
"Yeah, once I got dressed," I said with a laugh.
"I tried to watch you out the window. I couldn't see you though."
