Chapter Eight; Returning Home
It was the morning after Claire's whirlwind trip to deliver her special brand of sexual delight to us all when Rick and I discussed her lecherous invitation. We quickly agreed that stopping in Groton to party with Claire, Spencer and David was certainly well worth spending another night on the road. When we shared our feelings with Stewart he just smiled.
"That's fine with me," he said. "Groton is barely out of our way and it's for just one night. Right?"
"That's right. Rick and I have to get home and, if I'm remembering correctly, your vacation is over soon too."
"Yeah, it is. I have appointments scheduled for Monday."
As far as the rest of our gang was concerned, the verdict was unanimous. All of them voted to join Claire and her two husbands for a sleepover and a chance to indulge in more fun and games. I wasn't eager to say goodbye to our friends--a chore I'm not at all good at. This way we could postpone the farewells, at least until tomorrow, and in the meantime, there would be plenty of distraction. Hopefully, that would cut down on the chances for emotional scenes and tears when we finally had to leave Groton and head for home. We got packed up and had the Subaru loaded by noon.
Claire had been a bit vague as to what would be a good time to have us descend on them and said she'd call. We didn't discuss our upcoming adventure further while spending the rest of the morning getting us set to travel, but the aura of anticipation in the condo was almost tangible. It never ceases to amaze me how much anticipating sex tends to heighten one's libido. For me, time crawled while I waited for Claire's call and it turned out that I wasn't the only one.
We were having a light lunch of sandwiches and beer, all eight of us uncharacteristically subdued, when Dan spoke up.
"What time did your friend tell us to show up down there, Beth?"
"What's wrong, Dannie? You getting horny?" Kelli teased. "You've got four of us wenches right here ready and willing to trim your horns if you need some attention."
"Hell, Kelli. I'm no hornier than usual. You know me. I really hate waiting."
"It's getting to me too," Jack admitted.
"Okay. I'll give her a call," I said, picking up my cell from beside me on the table. As before, Claire answered on the first ring. "It's Beth," I said.
"Great minds and all that. I was just going to give you a call. What with delivering the cream pie I promised my guys, then screwing them, we just now got the place pretty much ready. David was only able to get three of those blow-up beds from Special Services, so if you could bring yours along, we should just about be able to carpet this little shit-assed apartment with mattresses. I'm looking forward to a wild time. God, just the thought of eleven people, naked and rolling around together is making me salivate and I'm not the only one. Spencer and David have their tongues hanging out a foot lusting after you ladies."
"We're anxious too," I said. "So what time do you want us?"
"Hell, sweetie. We're the Navy. We're always ready. Come on down."
"Should we bring anything besides the mattress."
"Nah. David is on a booze run right now. He'll get beer and tequila, plenty to make your favorite Margaritas. We'll have pizza delivered later. How does that sound?"
"Most excellent," I said. Turning to the others, I said, "Let go of your cocks and grab your socks. We're on our way."
Our gang let out a cheer and Claire said, "I heard that. You said they're anxious?"
"Oh, yeah. The hormone level is pretty high here."
"I understand. Same here. Just talking to you is making me wet. Christ, I'm drooling at both ends. Get off at the first exit into town and give me a call then I'll talk you right to our place so I can meet you when you pull up."
Needless to say, we were ready to go in minutes. Jack and Rick deflated the mattress and stowed it in Dan's Porsche Cayenne. Our Subaru was full with Rick and I riding in front, Kate and Jack in the rear, plus our luggage. We took the lead and Dan followed us with Mary Ann riding beside him and Kelli and Stewart in the rear.
Jack directed us out of Providence then onto the freeway and we headed for Groton. Careful Rick drove the speed limit all the way with Dan following close behind. He even pulled up alongside us in the passing lane several times, trying to get Rick to go faster, but my hubby just smiled and shook his head. Yet another reason for why I love my guy, he's so grounded. He wouldn't even speed on the way to an orgy.
When I called Claire, she gave us the rights and lefts, directing us until we saw her, standing at the curb, wearing a long, brunette wig and knee-high, red, stiletto-heel boots. A cape, like Wonder Woman wears, minimally covered her torso, concealing her breasts, but leaving a whole lot of stocking-clad leg on display, all of this before three o'clock in the afternoon. I couldn't believe my eyes.
The look on Rick's face was priceless. "What the fuck! Is she in a play or something?"
All I could say was. "Who knows. She's Claire." She waved us into a couple of parking places, clearly marked GUEST. We parked and everyone piled out of the cars ready to hug and kiss and grabass, but Claire was as serious as I'd ever seen her.