Author's Note: I've been excited about this chapter for a long time. It's something hinted at many moons ago, and it has been a joy finally bringing it to life. I hope you dig it.
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I knew Saturday in Vegas was going to be a glorious affair when I woke up showing no ill-effects of the day before. I was refreshed and ready to go, and it was only 10 a.m. Sometimes, five hours of sleep and a good shot of adrenaline -- in this case, the special events of the day -- were all you needed to hit the ground running. I wasn't the only one, either. When I rolled over in bed, I was surprised that Kat wasn't there. Then I heard the shower. Someone else was ready for the day, as well.
In the bathroom, I stood and watched her wash herself. Kat hadn't aged a day since I met her. Her bubble butt was a cheerleader's dream. Her nipples were more prominent now, but she was still perky and beautifully proportioned up top. She still had a subtle curve to her hips and toned, athletic legs. Her neck was a sculptor's dream. And her hair cascaded luxuriously, even when wet.
"I could just stand and watch you all day," I said loudly to make my voice heard over the running water, and it startled her.
"Baby," she said, "you scared me! I didn't think you'd be up!"
"Looks like neither of us wants to waste a perfect day in Vegas," I said, joining her in the shower and giving her a lingering kiss.
"I hate washing you off me," she said. "But I wanted to freshen up."
"You're going to need it," I said playfully.
"You're as cryptic as Nicole!" Kat said, as she started to help wash my chest. "Are you going to tell me what the real purpose of this weekend is?"
"I told you," I said. "A birthday celebration."
"So that's tonight?" she said. "With Nicole and Bryce? Who else is coming?"
"I've said too much already," I said and stuck out my tongue. "It will all become clear in time, Kitty Kat."
"If I didn't love you so much, Mr. Cameron," she said, "you'd be in big trouble."
"Well, Mrs. Cameron," I teased back, "we can't have that."
Kat looked serious for a second, then wiped it away with her TV smile. But she couldn't pull that on me.
"What?" I asked, my tone also serious, demanding.
"Nothing, nothing," she said, waving her hand and moving to turn off the shower.
"I know when it's not nothing," I said. "You won't spoil the day. You can't."
"Okay," she said and paused. She smiled again. "I want to be Mrs. Cameron." She then quickly added, "We all do."
I smiled. It was an immediate, generous smile that couldn't have been suppressed.
"I know, Kitty Kat," I said. "What do you say that, when we get home, we finally start taking some steps to make that a reality? I want it even more than you do."
"I love you," she said and kissed me softly and with need.
"Come on," I said, giving her a playful smack on the butt. "We've got brunch."
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Nicole had been planning this birthday celebration for a long time. In reality, the idea had been percolating for at least a year-and-a-half. The details she put together had been in motion for at least six months -- at least, that's when she let me in on them. It was going to be an intimate, all-day affair. I viewed it as a play in four acts. The first act would take place over brunch. The second act would unfold during a day at the pool bungalow. The third act would follow at dinner. And, finally, the fourth act would climax -- again and again -- in our villa at the Aria.
At noon, Kat and I stood outside the SkySuites valet, waiting for Nicole and Bryce to pick us up. An Aria limousine pulled up, and Nicole popped out holding a bottle of Cristal.
"Happy birthday to me!" she said with enthusiastic giggles.
She and Bryce had bought a house together in Henderson, not far from the football stadium and workout facilities. But MGM remained a primary team sponsor and still gave him access to the limo fleet. Kat and I climbed into the back, and Nicole motioned Kat to sit next to Bryce. She poured us all very tall glasses of Champagne and took a swig from the bottle before setting it back on ice.
"I don't know how I'm this put together this morning," Kat said. She wore a sleeveless white top with a ruffled neckline and a flowing, floral-patterned skirt. "I think I'm just so excited for today."
"Oh, god, me, too," Nicole agreed. "Brycey and I were up a little late. He was feeling very, very frisky."
Kat laughed.
"I hear you girl," she said. "I finally had to tell John, 'Down, boy,' at dawn so we could get some sleep. I'm probably going to leave cum stains behind all day!"
It was cute the way the girls were peacocking for each other about their men. And it also set the tone for the day, which I knew was exactly what Nicole wanted. The goal was to build as much sexual tension as possible before releasing it in a sexual supernova later that night.
"Well, I hope you saved some," Nicole said, licking her lips as she looked at me.
A smile crept across Kat's lips. She was catching on.
"So it's going to be that kind of day, huh?" she said, biting her lower lip.
"Sweetie, I figured you knew this all along!" Nicole said. "But, yes, it's going to be that kind of day!"
"Oh, goodie!" Kat said, lightly clapping her hands together.
"You know, I'll let you in on a secret, Kat," Nicole said. "I've been keeping Bryce on this cum-increasing diet. It's worked wonders. It focuses on increasing zinc and lycopene intake, and oh. My. God."
"Seriously?" Kat said, her jaw dropping a little. "That's so sexy."
"I think she's trying to turn me into a porn star!" Bryce said with a laugh.
As he spoke, he stretched his arms out, with one landing around Kat's shoulders. She took the opportunity to scoot in closer to him as she sipped her Champagne. The excited smile that crossed her face wasn't lost on me.
"Maybe I'll have to ask if they can give me a shot of lycopene at brunch," I joked.
We were all in good spirits. I had a nervous excitement coursing through me. This day was a long time coming, and I was really looking forward to it. How Nicole had crafted a long build-up to the finale was brilliant.
The limo ride was just long enough for us to kill the bottle of Champagne. We piled out at the Venetian, and the driver said he would wait for us. Bryce waved him off with a couple twenties.
"We're going to be a while," he said. "Just be ready in a few hours. I'll text you."
I held Kat's hand as we walked into the Venetian lobby and headed immediately to the right of the registration desk. We took the elevators up to the Venezia Tower and, a few minutes later, found ourselves seated comfortably at a circular booth in the secluded front corner of Bouchon Bistro.
"This is perfect," Kat said, settling into the middle of our plush banquette next to Nicole.