Chapter 8
Saturday - What Comes Next?
Oh My God Lacey, did you fuck them all?
NOTE TO READERS:
This is Chapter Eight of a novel in nine chapters. It is the story of a young woman attending a training retreat for the world's oldest profession. We strongly suggest that you read the chapters in order, as this is an actual novel, with thirty seven characters, seventeen of them having sex with each other. So, reading the chapters in order is important in experiencing the complete story. Following the novel's nine chapters, there will be nine or more appendices. Each of the appendices tells the back story of one of the women in the novel. The appendices are written in the first person, as they are all told in the women's own voices. And they can be read in any order. Please enjoy, and we look forward to your comments.
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The next thing Lacey was aware of was an arm lying across her body. She cracked one eye and then the other to see morning light pouring in through the cabin's easterly window and the room starting to fill with light. She couldn't really remember where she was or whose arm was lying across her. But the arm didn't have any hair on it. And the warm body pressed against her back, certainly felt like that of a female. Slowly she turned her head to discover it was Angie.
The boys were apparently long gone, and she had fallen asleep wrapped in Angie's arms. Turning her head back toward the window, she contemplated the situation. She realized that Angie had wanted to sleep with her since that first night. The night she let Angie eat her pussy. But before that night, she had never had sex with another girl before, and though she enjoyed it, she had no intention of ever taking it any further. But here they were.
It was obvious to Lacey that Angie was bi-sexual. But did that mean that she was also? Or was it just the circumstances that made it appear that way? Lacey silently laid there, with Angie's arm across her, for a good three or four minutes, reflecting on where she was and what she had just done with the woman lying beside her. She knew she wasn't gay. And neither was Angie, for that matter. But Angie did get her off last night, after two handsome studs had tried for over fifteen minutes and couldn't do it. So much to think about.
Lacey slowly lifted Angie's arm and slipped out of bed. Yes, this was still Angie's cabin, and yes, the boys were gone. They probably left the moment the two girls fell asleep. As Lacey gathered her clothes and slipped out the door, she wondered what the guys were thinking. Did they assume this was all planned? Or were they the ones that had planned it in the first place? They might have already known that Angie played both sides of the street, and they were curious to see if Angie could get her into bed.
Back in her cabin, Lacey took a long relaxing shower and washed her hair. Then, with her hair wrapped tightly in a towel, she thought back about all of the experiences she had enjoyed over the past six days, as she packed her bags, before dressing casually in the same dress that she had worn the day she first arrived at the Aristippus. Lacey knew it would be hot driving back to LA, and the loose-fitting dress would be the most comfortable thing to wear. With her bags packed and the cabin behind her, she tucked them safely into her car and headed for the lodge. Then stepping into the lodge, she realized that she was only the second one there. Lauren was already there, standing at the bar, slowly sipping a cup of steaming coffee. Just the girl I want to talk to, Lacey thought as she walked over to chat with her.
"Well," Lacey said casually, "I guess this is it."
"Yep," Lauren responded, as she blew on her coffee to cool it.
"Did you enjoy the retreat?" Lacey asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Oh, yeah," Lauren said, placing her cup on the bar. "But I just want to get home. I've never been gone from home this long. And the retreat was great. But I'm tired, and I just miss my kid."
That was precisely what Lacey wanted to talk to her about, but before she could form the question, the front door swung open, and in walked Jessica and Vicky. "Wow, we're early," Jessica shouted.
Both of them were chatting loudly, and after getting a coffee, they joined Lauren and Lacey at the bar, denying Lacey her chance to ask Lauren more about being a mom and a working girl at the same time. "Well, was last night a finale or what?" Vicky exclaimed.
Lauren was just ready to get home, and Lacey, disappointed that her chance to talk with Lauren in private was interrupted, both just smiled and nodded their agreement. "This was the best," Vicky boasted. "I've never been fucked in so many ways in my life. Richard was amazing." She then looked to Lacey and asked, "It was Aaron - right?"
Lacey wasn't sure how much she should get into, but smiled and said, "Yes, it was Aaron ... and Lucas ... and Angie."
"What?" Jessica cried, as she almost choked on her coffee. "You fucked Aaron, and Lucas - and what was Angie doing all this time? You fucked all of them?"
"Well," Lacey said shamelessly, "I guess you could say we all fucked each other."
Now even Lauren was interested. "You fucked Angie?" she asked with a big smile.
Not sure how to answer such a direct question, Lacey thought for a second, and then said, "Well, we all had sex together."
Lauren, Jessica, and Vicky were all dying for more information, but by that time, the lodge dining room was filling up, and Nina was calling the group to order. "Ladies," she said. "For our graduation brunch, we will be sitting banquet style, like last night. But there are no assigned seats. The gentlemen will be joining us, and I simply ask that we all sit boy-girl. Other than that, please just find a seat and brunch will be served shortly."
This completely broke up the girl's conversation as they looked for no adjoining chairs. And their conversation was further limited by the boys quickly finding their own seats. Lacey found herself opposite Nina and Lucinda. And with Sam and Richard on each side of her. Once all were seated, Don served everyone a mimosa, first filling a tall flute with champagne, then once the bubbles receded, topping the glass off with fresh-squeezed orange juice. Brunch plates soon followed, consisting of a French Toast casserole, topped with a sliced strawberry and then dusted with powdered sugar. Just in case that wasn't sweet enough, each plate came with an individual-sized pitcher of warm maple syrup. Plates of bacon, sausage, and bowls of mixed fruit were placed on the table family-style for those who felt they needed more protein.
