Author's Note
First off, thanks for reading (and thanks even more for liking and favoriting). This is written as a sequel to the events of my previous story, and you might not get the full picture if you haven't read that first.
i am working on telling the story from Maria's point of view. it's been interesting to try to get inside her head as all this goes on.
Day 2:
The next morning I woke up to the heavenly smell of bacon and coffee. I peeled myself out of bed, waking Maria as I climbed over her to get to the bathroom. Of course, I had no toothbrush or clean clothes and - oh, shit, my clothes were all in the living room still! How could I sneak out and get them...? "Fool!" I thought to myself. "You've been naked with two of these people, or three if you count the dorm showers with Bill, and you watched Abby bouncing on your college buddy's huge schlong." So I padded nude to the living room and picked up what I could find - my clothes, Cathy's thong and blanket, and the sad remains of a mermaid's dress with a few forlorn sequins. When I got back to the bedroom, Maria was already dressed in jeans and a button-down flannel shirt, and I could hear the shower running as Cathy got cleaned up.
"Thank you Mike, that was considerate. Did anybody see you?"
"Bill and Abby are making breakfast in the kitchen. I don't think they saw me."
The shower stopped, and Cathy emerged with a towel around
her. She wasn't very tall, so the towel reached from her armpits almost to her knees. I handed her the blanket and the thong. She looked critically at the thong, sniffed it, and tossed it aside. "Maria, I'm gonna need some clothes."
"It's fine, I have plenty of clothes that should fit you, and no worries about the legs and sleeves being long enough. But there's no way any of my bras will fit those fantastic tits of yours."
"I guess I'll have to go commando, then." Cathy dropped the towel, giving us a daylight look at her beautiful curvy body. She accepted the sweat pants and t-shirt Maria handed to her and slipped into them, wearing nothing underneath. Then she looked at the armful of laundry I was holding in front of my junk. Quick as a praying mantis, she snatched my underwear away and flung it into the bathroom. "But if I have to go commando, everybody else does too."
I wasn't exactly disappointed at the prospect of Cathy's unconstrained chest swinging around in that T-shirt, nor about what was concealed in the sweat pants. Maria blushed but unbuttoned her shirt just enough to show an unbroken line of skin from neck to navel. Cathy nodded her approval and said, "Good start, but are you really going commando?" She reached over and tugged the top of Maria's pants outward, peeking down. "Not good enough, my friend. Get 'em off!" Maria turned bright pink, but disappeared into the bathroom.
I slid bareback into my jeans, put on last night's shirt, and went on down to the kitchen. My rumbling stomach was going to win this round over my dick's reviving interests.
Abby was setting the table for five and Bill was finishing the last batch of pancakes. "Jesus, Bill, what a night!"
He turned to me with a smile that was both proud and sheepish. "It got a little... more intense... than I had thought it might."
At that, Abby turned to look back over her shoulder and gave me a wink and a wicked grin. She leaned way over the table, pretending she had to stretch to adjust a fork or something, but deliberately hiking her shoulders up as she did so. The baggy T-shirt she wore slid up just enough that Bill and I could see that nothing was covering her backside. "You're a great guy, Mike. You're kind, a good friend to Bill, you're smart as hell, not too bad looking, and now I discover that you also seem to be good in the sack."
"I don't know about good in the sack", joked Cathy as she came in, "but he was damn good on the couch and on the living room floor." Maria, right behind her, blushed a little and giggled. "You're right about the couch though. Thanks for inviting him!"
Abby and Cathy had known each other since middle school, but moved in different social circles until going off to Adamson. Maria was some kind of not-exactly-relative of Bill, his stepbrother's cousin or something, and had already been living in this rental when Bill and Abby moved in, replacing a student couple who'd moved out in June after graduating and getting married.
"Yeah, thanks for inviting me. And Cathy, too."
"Actually it was partly Cathy's idea," said Bill. "She's been kind of at loose ends, socially, since college. Of course she knew I knew you, so Abby conspired with her to organize the party. My assignment was to find you, make sure you got here, and then to shut up and let things happen. Abby figures she owes Cathy something for introducing me to her." Bill and Abby had been involved for a couple years, but I had always figured they just met in class or at a party or something. I said so.
"No, I got to know Bill and I figured he might be right for Abby, so I set them up. I don't know how I got so lucky with their relationship when I had such dumb taste in men myself." Cathy's right - Bill & Abby were a great couple.
Maria had been sitting, looking at us thoughtfully as she got some of our back story. Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to the refrigerator. She pulled out the milk jug and sniffed it before pouring the last third of it down the sink. "This milk has gone bad. I have to go get some more." She padded barefoot to the front door, slipped on some sandals, and left.
Bill looked down at his milky coffee. "It wasn't bad ten minutes ago. What's gotten in to her?"
"It's not about what has gotten into her. Yet." Cathy smiled. "But I think it might be about what she wants - or doesn't - in that regard."
Well, that was a real WTF comment. Bill and I looked at each other and shrugged. But Abby, after looking puzzled for a few seconds, started to chuckle. "I get it. Milk isn't the only thing she's gonna buy."
We finished our pancakes and bacon, reminiscing and catching up. Cathy and I got up to clear the table. "Thanks for cooking, you two, it was great. We'll clean up, so you just hang out... or whatever," she said with a wink. I loaded the plates into the dishwasher, after wrapping the leftovers and putting them away in case Maria wanted more when she got back.
Bill and Abby went off to pick up empty cans and debris from the party. I took up my station next to Cathy, drying the mixing bowls and pans as she handed them to me. "What's the deal about Maria?" I was still puzzling over Maria's abrupt exit and Cathy's cryptic comment.
"I have a guess. But I'm not telling. If I'm right, you'll find out. If I'm wrong, better you don't know what I was thinking."
"Fine. Be that way." I gave her a friendly hip-check and a pat on the butt as she finished wiping bacon grease from the frying pan and set it to soak. She responded with a mischievous grin and snatched the sprayer hose, aiming it at my face. "Don't you dare!," I threatened as she reached for the faucet. Her hand remained on the lever but didn't turn on the water. Instead, she relaxed and lowered the sprayer head. What I didn't notice was that she'd also tightened her grip on the spray button. She slammed the lever up, unleashing a spray that went directly to my crotch!
"Hey!" I grabbed the sprayer and wrestled it backwards. It sprayed all over Cathy, soaking her T-shirt. The fabric instantly turned translucent and clung amazingly to her curves. Two little pink points were pushing the stretchy cotton away from the amazing mounds, leaving rings of white where the cloth wasn't touching her aureoles. Somehow, that was even hotter than seeing them bare last night. I turned off the water and was reaching for those nipples when we heard Maria opening the back door. As she came into the kitchen with a plastic grocery bag, I backed off and said, "watch it! The floor is all wet."
"That's not all that's wet" scowled Maria as she looked us up and down. Cathy looked nearly topless with the thin wet shirt clinging to her every curve. My jeans - well, they looked embarrassingly like I'd peed myself. I was getting a hard-on again but it wasn't really showing too much. "Upstairs, you two! But mop the floor first." She put the new milk in the fridge, turned, and stalked out with the not-quite-empty grocery bag.
Cathy and I giggled at each other and I went to the pantry closet for a mop. She wiped down the countertops with a dish towel while I cleaned up our messy floor. "Are we in trouble?"
"I don't know. It depends on if my guess about Maria's little errand was right." I still had no idea what Cathy meant, but she took my hand and led me to the stairs. As we passed the living room, I saw that Abby and Bill had filled a big bag with empty bottles and cans, and another with trash. Bill was nuzzling Abby's neck, but Abby looked at us and gave us a big wink as we passed by.
Upstairs, Maria was standing in the open bathroom door, holding a couple of towels. "Get dried off, you two. Right now!" Cathy's wet t-shirt still showed her erect nipples, but the look on her face and the goosebumps on her arms told me that they were hard from cold, more than arousal.
I took a towel from Maria, stripped off my wet shirt, and began drying the front of my pants. Cathy just whipped off the T-shirt and started drying off as unselfconsciously as if she'd been alone and getting out of the shower. "No point in drying wet fabric."
Maria looked pointedly at me dabbing at my pants. "She's right. I can run downstairs and put those in the dryer. Get 'em off, Mike."
I undid my button and zipper, freeing my semi-boner which was responding nicely to Cathy's toweling her boobs. Both women looked at my cock, then grinned at each other. I let the pants drop as Cathy reached down and dropped her sweat pants, covering up with the towel.
"Much better, Mike. Now, step out of those. I can help you get dry." Maria took the towel from me and began rubbing my rapidly stiffening erection. Once it was really hard, she looked down at it and grinned. "That seems to be drying nicely. " She dropped to a crouch to dry my thighs and butt, putting her face at waist level. Suddenly she leaned forward and took my cock-head into her mouth. "Oh, now it's wet again."
I looked over at Cathy. She bent over and pulled something purple out of the pocket of the sweat pants. It was a pair of women's underwear. "I think my guess was right. I should probably go."
"No, Cathy, it would be OK if you stayed."
