Dear Readers,
I'm trying to do better about getting my chapters out. I know a lot of you have been hoping to see them more frequently. It has really helped me that Bry1977 is editing all my works to give me the peace that another set of eyes is going over them before I'm putting them out there for you.
So, while chapters for "A Hero's Rebirth" still take a while, I'm hoping to start posting more frequently again. Here is the chapter you've been waiting on. Enjoy!
~NaughtyPaladin
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Chapter 6
After the pool party, the girls lounged around letting the drinks fade. Sarah ordered Chinese food for delivery and most of the girls were just splayed on the couches. It was so hot, seeing them, still in their skimpy swimsuits. It seemed in their various degrees of inebriation, ranging from a buzz to being tipsy to Jess who was upstairs passed out, the amount of skin their tiny swimsuits showed off was no longer a concern.
The food showed up and everyone dug in. Turns out they have found a local "mom-and-pop" chinese place that was absolutely delicious. It was a little more traditional Chinese food, but still had some of the stereotypical "American" Chinese food. I was enjoying some pork Baozi buns when Jess stumbled down the stairs to join us.
"Man, I had the best dream." Jess laughed. "It was like Jay was here to visit."
"Ugh, he's not even here and you still need to get a room." Rita groaned.
"Nah, I'm good. Ooo, is this from Mianguan?" Jess laughed and plopped herself next to Erica and dug in.
After we ate, the girls hung around for a couple of hours, chatting, until they were good to drive and then they all went their own ways. Sarah was not in a mood to do anything other than go to bed early, which she did, grabbing one of the leftover wine coolers before going up. And I was the only one with enough mental capacity to think that the leftovers should be put in the fridge. I guess Sarah just didn't care about wasting food, and if you had enough money, I guess it really didn't matter.
As I was filling up my water bottle before going up to play some games on my computer, I heard a buzz and realized Sarah had left her phone downstairs. I looked up the stairs to see if she was coming, then figured 'fuck it', and checked her phone. There were a few texts, from Cindy, Erica, Rita and someone named Tina. Her phone was locked, but anyone that thought a locked screen actually protected their phones needed to get a reality check. As a computer guy, I knew the tricks.
I opened her camera, clicked on her pictures to go to her album, then hit her home button and was in.
The text from Cindy was the first one I was interested in.
I scrolled through the messages and found where their conversation picked up after Cindy left her "modeling session".
"Holy cow, that felt amazing!" Cindy had started.
"Right!? You have to find the right photographer to work with, but I really like working with Pete."
Good to know that Sarah was still on board.
"You're sure that was how a photo shoot is supposed to go? It was weird, getting naked and letting him do that stuff, even if it felt good." Cindy worried.
"It felt good because he knew what he's doing, duh. Lol. Remember, he doesn't want to get too many extra clients so don't go telling everyone about this."
"Right! My lips are sealed!" Cindy had replied.
Man, that excuse for secrecy in fucking the shit out of these girls was thin and maybe it was just me, but it seemed lame. I didn't think I was all that special. I knew six inches for my cock wasn't some monster, but was average, assuming the stuff I'd googled was correct. Might not, since if it was self reported, every guy would add an inch to their junk just for ego's sake, but I was no pornstar with a nine inch dong.
Then there was the text Cindy'd just sent.
"Hey Sarah, has the tingle in your hoohah gotten worse since you did the photoshoot with Peter?"
Oh fuck, she was getting horny. The poor girl didn't know what that meant. Shit, I wanted to take advantage of this, but I wasn't sure what Sarah would say? Was Sarah's pussy tingling for my cock too? I decided to take a risk.
"Yeah, but I don't know what it means. Why don't you ask Pete? He knows about stuff like that."
I hoped that sounded like Sarah. Cindy must have been waiting for the response, her reply was fast.
"I don't have his number."
I quickly sent her my number.
Now to look at these other texts.
Looking through the conversation with Erica, nothing was interesting until the latest message.
"Got home just fine. Is it just me or is Pete kinda cute?"
Nice. I almost left it there, but this was a rare opportunity. What was something Sarah would say?
"Isn't he? He's a great hugger too."
I sent that and hoped it was safe enough, but getting Erica thinking about me touching her was hot. Especially with the memory of that tiny micro-bikini she'd worn in my mind.
"Oh, I'm jelly. I wouldn't mind those arms wrapped around me. Is it weird that he's younger? Like, I'm no cougar."
I grimaced, I didn't like the thought that these girls would think about my age like that. I was an adult, it wasn't that weird. I was getting started in college.
"No! He's in college. It doesn't matter." I sent on Sarah's behalf.
"Right, like you'd sleep with him." Erica countered.
Oh boy! That escalated quickly. What would Sarah say to that?
"He has his own bed, silly. But I guess mine is more comfortable. Maybe if he was struggling to sleep in his own bed, he could share mine until we get him a better one."
I was sweating hard. Fuck this was a gamble. I checked my phone but no text from Cindy. While I waited for Erica to reply I went to the next one.
It was a message from Rita.
"So, what's it like having a boy living in your house?" Rita asked.
Having gone this far, I wasn't about to stop now.
"It's nice, I like it. He's great company."
That seemed suitably dense and naive for Sarah. I'd have to see where Rita took this.
"Right, have you flashed him yet? Just for fun?"
What would Sarah say?
"I don't have a good flashlight for that." I tried.
"You know what I mean, has he seen you naked?"
Oh boy, Rita was just as fiery as she seemed.
"Well, my towel slipped in his room, but he said he didn't see anything." I sent.
"Oh fuck, that's kinda hot. What did you do, walk in his room in just a towel and let it 'slip' before you posed? Like hell he didn't see anything."
What to do, what to do?
"It was just an accident. I thought I heard something after my shower, then he said there was a stain in the carpet." I replied.
"Right, and if you gave me his number any pictures I send him would be 'accidents' too." Rita replied.
The thought was hot. I couldn't resist.
"Oh, you want his number? It's..." And just like that, I sent a girl offering to send me 'accidental' nudes my number.
