Barstow Net Violations

Steve's cell rings. Okay, that's fine, but he and Emily are in the hot tub having a good time and Steve's phone is on the kitchen table.

"Gotta get that. Lemme pull out!"

"They can leave a message!"

"I gotta! That's Deb!"

"Go!"

He lifts Em off, jumps out, grabs a towel, and drips his way through the dining room to the kitchen.

Just in time.

"Hi! You going to be here Saturday?"

"Hi yourself! No. Have a V-ball event at the university. Taking the weekend off at work!"

"Really? You graduated! You haven't been on the team for like three years!"

"It's a reunion tournament. Alumni versus varsity. So far enough of us have confirmed to make three alumni teams. It's going to be a lot of fun. Which is why I called."

"Oh?"

"I'd like you and Em to come as my guests! Great chance to recapture some of your past, Steven!

"Wow! Let me think about that. Okay, I've thought about it."

"And?"

"No way I'm going to turn that down

and you know that!

Cy and Jax can host the party."

Debbie laughs. "I'll text you the time and gym location when we get off."

"Okay. Just Saturday afternoon?"

"And evening. Coach Winston arranged for us to overnight in the nice jock dorms, so we're going to party afterwards, and have a catered breakfast Sunday morning."

"It'll be great to see Suzanne again. I'll make hotel reservations for Em and me. Getting a room shouldn't be an issue since school is out."

"Oh, no! You guys are going to stay in the dorms with us!"

"Cool! She did that for us?"

"Uh huh. You made quite an impression back when you knew her, which is why she pulled strings to allow you guys to stay with us."

"Gosh! I'm flattered! And, gosh, it

would

be fantastic to see Suze!"

"I'll bet! I'm at work, so I have to let you go. Say 'hi!' to everyone for me!"

"Okay! I'm super excited about this!"

"I knew you would be! And I'll bet you're really hard right now!" Deb laughs. "Talk to you later!"

"And you'd be right! You're so bad! See ya'!"

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Steve slides the door closed behind him as he comes back out of the house to rejoin Emily in the hot tub. While he was chatting with Debbie, Jackson and Cyan had emerged from their "refresher break" in the bedroom. They evidently determined from overhearing Steve's excitement with Debbie that he was going to have interesting news to share, and they've joined Em in the tub.

Steve steps down into the bubbling water.

"Quite the boner there, dude," Jackson laughs. "Who were you having phone sex with?" He reaches over to take a stroke or two, and fingers Steve's glans. "Yep. Definitely phone sex. Steve? You could pound nails with that thing right now."

The girls laugh. Steve smiles and shakes his head at Jax's nonsense, and sits next to Emily.

Em volunteers, "It was Debbie, and mygawd he was sure excited about

something

."

"What's going on with Deb, Steve?" Cyan asks.

"She invited Em and me as her guests at a special volleyball tournament at school this Saturday."

"Oh? She's certainly not on the team. But that sounds

great!

I take it you're going."

"Oh, yeah. It's a reunion, and there are apparently enough alums planning to attend to make for at least three teams, plus the current varsity team. Enough to have round-robin brackets."

"A chance to relive old times. Good for you! I overheard a familiar-ish name."

"Uh huh. Suzanne. Suzanne Winston. She was at our wedding! Suze was a really talented player I coached when I was doing this stuff. She's the women's volleyball coach at UofI now. Remember when Deb told us about her at lunch the day before the big party? It

is

an incredible coincidence!"

"From California? Wow! There's more to this, however."

"Well, yeah. It's an overnighter. They've arranged for everybody to stay in the luxury dorms -- you know, the ones they have for the football team -- and there's going to be an after-party and catered breakfast."

"You and Em will do a hotel, right?"

"Oh... I dunno. Apparently Suzanne arranged for us to be in the dorms, too."

"Uh huh. You're figuring on an orgy. You and... what... three dozen volleyballers? And an old flame? Sure explains the hard-on."

"Suzanne is

not

an 'old flame'. We kept it professional. We just had a lot of respect for each other. Oh. I see. I'm not alone about this."

Emily is quietly sitting there masturbating, finishing the job Steve started before running off to answer the phone. Hot tubs are good for that. She stiffens and trembles, lets out with a deep inhale and exhale, and leans into Steven.

"(Nice,)" Steve whispers to his lover.

"(Yeah,)" she sighs back.

Steve asks Cy and Jax, "You guys okay with hosting the party this Saturday?"

"Of course we are, Steven," Cyan sort of smirks. "But..."

"But what?"

"There will be a lot of disappointed friends. You know that most of the guys these days look forward to coming over here to screw Emily. And the women with

you

."

"Not so much the women, sweetheart. I just try to play host and matchmaker."

"Don't underestimate yourself. Shall I name names?"

"That's okay. If you want to cancel, that's up to you."

"Jax? What do you think?"

"Just let everybody know that they'll be gone that night and let them make the decision. Dee, at least, was figuring on coming over Saturday night since she had a date on Friday. She'll want to do me, as usual, and Rick, too."

"Oh?" Cyan inquires. "You, Tom and Rick not enough for her?"

Steve chuckles, "You forget how randy she is. Jax? She told you

how many?

"

Jackson laughs, "Yeah! Several different guys a week, plus or minus."

"Tom know that?"

"I should think so. But maybe not."

"Meh, anyway. She's a piece of work, making all her men either wear a rubber or give her a current doctor's report that they're STI-free."

Jax chuckles, "HR to the core, I guess."

"Uh huh."

Cy and Em are grinning and shaking their heads at the guys.

"Stevie?" Emily requests his attention.

"Sweetie?"

"I'm still really horny."

"What do you want to do?"

"You feel up to Phil's? I have a craving for strange cock, lover."

"But it's a school night. Besides, Phil's is usually a group thing for us. Any other ideas?"

"Sandy's?"

"Not exactly a pickup joint, but you have had luck there."

"Not to mention a better clientele!" Cyan interrupts.

Steve continues to dwell on Emily's request. "She closes at ten, however. Not much time to score somebody. Em? How about the Crowne?"

"That usually works. Let me pull myself together."

Emily climbs out, grabs a towel, and heads to the back of the house.

Jackson says, "Steve? Yeah, do what you can for her. She's in one of her dark moods. The volleyball talk has over-revved her engine with the prospect of all-you-can-eat sexy girls. One word of advice."

"Oh?"

"At least two guys. She and I have been down this road. I feel bad for you."

"Thanks, Jax. We share this burden, don't we?"

"We do. Sometimes the sexy stuff amounts to a job. Good luck. Take the EV. It should be charged by now."

"Thanks."

Steve leaves the patio to get dressed, suitably casual for a night out.

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"Whatcha think?"

Em has stepped in the kitchen to a waiting Steven.

"Cute! I bought those dresses for you and Cy for times like this."

"Yeah! They are

sooooo

short!"

"Sweetie? You've got the legs for it! You look awesome!"

She turns around and bends over, "And the ass, too!"

"No argument from me! Ready?"

"Let's go!"

"G'bye guys!" Steve shouts into the house from the garage entry. "Wish us luck!"

"Good luck!" Jax hollers from the hot tub.

Cyan shouts back, "Don't fuck anybody I wouldn't, sweetie!"

Emily chuckles to Steve, "Well that leaves the field wide open."

Steve softly laughs as he opens the car door for her. He knows of what she speaks.

"Where are we going?"

"Crowne Plaza, like I said. If there's a convention or something like it in town, you'll have plenty of potential takers. You looking for anything in particular? It's

your

horny!"

"Guys like

you

, Stevie. Ohgawd I love you!"

"You are

so

sweet to say that, Em! I really love you, too, so much so that I am happy to assist with your cravings to give you to a man -- or

men

-- we don't know. Jax said this has happened before."

"Last time was a couple of years ago."

"How'd you do?"

"Eight."

"Really? We're not trying for

that

, are we?"

"No. Even though my pussy aches for strange cock right now, I have to be realistic."

"Jax said 'at least two'."

"Three if we can manage it. Oh. I never told you this in all our playing around, but be sure to look for wedding bands."

"Why?"

"99.9% chance of being disease-free. Single guys tend not to know they have things like chlamydia."

"Interesting take. You think you'll have success getting random married guys to cheat?"

"Definitely. If they're at the bar, they're cruising for nookie."

"Good point."

"I sure wish I could just do this nude, like at Phil's."

"I do, too!" Steve chuckles. "I like to show you off, you know that. Anyway, you're the lead in this particular dance. What do you want me to do?"

"Like we've done before, lover. Watch over and protect me."

"It's going to be complicated when it's not our room, sweetie. I won't be in control."

"You think we can get one?"

"If they have one, sure."

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"Hi. I'm Emily. You here for the fire control convention?"

"Uh. Hi, Emily. Joseph. Yeah. Excuse me, but you're with someone."

"Oh. This is just Steve. He's my gigolo."

"

Emily!

" Steve laughs. "Hello, Joseph. Nice to make your acquaintance."

The men reach across Em for a gentlemanly handshake.

"You two here for the meetings?" he asks Steve.

"No. We're local. We're here for her to pickup guys."

"Oh. Straight and to the point. You one of 'those kind' of guys? The ones who like to watch their wife with other men?"

"No. We're swingers, though. She's in a mood, and her other husband and my other wife sent us off to find some no-strings fun to scratch her itch."

"That arrangement sounds strange. This all true?" he glances to Emily.

"Yep. Never mind that, I'm here to fuck strangers. Interested?" She turns her barstool toward Joseph and spreads her legs for the show.

"Nice. But as you can plainly see, I'm married." He holds up his left hand.

"So much the better," Emily acknowledges. "I prefer 'em married. Married guys are safer, and they know how to make love. Besides, if you're down here at the bar, you're looking for a screw, right?"

"Well, since were already down to the nitty-gritty, I have to confess that I am. You're really cute, and I can certainly see myself having you."

"Next question. You have any friends here who might be interested in joining us?"

"Really?" He glances to Steve again.

"It would be easier to do a gangbang if possible. She told me she wants a minimum of three tonight, so if you have a buddy or two you'd like to have owe you one, now's the time."

"You have

got

to be kidding."

"Look at my face. Am I laughing?"

"No. You're serious. Okay, let's say that I might be able to help with that. What are

you

going to do?"

"Either participate, or watch TV while you and your friends enjoy her. But I will be in the room."

Emily nods in confirmation, and takes Joseph's hand to guide it up her thigh.

"(Finger me,)" she whispers. He obliges. She purrs, "(You good with me?)"

"Wow. Okay. You're on. You guys said you're local."

Steve informs, "We do have a room. We'll check out once everybody has had theirs."

Joseph turns on his stool to face the other end of the bar. "Rob? Eddie? We have a live one!"

Emily and Steven laugh.

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"My my," Cyan chuckles. "Don't

we

look particularly sated."

It's a little past one-thirty. Jax and Cy have been watching streaming shows snuggled-up on the sofa with the dogs and just generally chilling, standing by for their forever lovers to return from their adventure.

"So... how'd it go?" Jax leers.

"She did okay," Steve answers, holding Emily in a side hug. She holds-up three fingers, and smiles demurely.

"Including Steve, or no?"

Emily pops up her pinky. Everybody laughs.

"No 'O' until Stevie. These guys were nice and considerate, and treated me well, but they didn't seem to be used to doing much more than a basic missionary, shoving it in and moving it in and out. They got quite a lesson in positions and pleasing a lady from Steve. Sweetie. Ohgawd." Em leans harder into Steve. "Thank you for reminding me why I love you so much."

Steve asks his lover, "Did we round your corners sufficiently, sweetheart? You were sort of a mess when we left the house."

"Yeah. I don't get that way very often, thank goodness. I desperately wanted cock.

Just

cock. Thank you for indulging that, and... ohgawd... thank you for bringing me back down to earth so gently."

"Steve?" Jackson muses. "That's why you're

the

man. How you do that is something I wish I could do."

Cyan leans into Jax in her own loving hug, "You'll get there, sweetie. He wasn't always that way."

Steve asks, "You guys talk to anybody while we were gone?"

"Yeah," Cy confirms. "We managed to get hold of everyone we invited for this Saturday. They're all cool with it, and are jealous about you and Em, and Debbie. Sandy said 'Oh, fuck. That's going to be

wild!'

Deb's apparently told her about some crazy shit with the 'V-girls', as she calls 'em."

Em asks, "You guys 'bout ready for bed? Steve and I need to shower, and sure could use some sleep and snuggling."

"See you in there," Jax agrees. "Steve? I'll let the dogs out to potty and put 'em away."

"Thanks, buddy."

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Steve found a nearby parking spot with a charging stand, and he and Em are walking toward the small gym. They're hoping it's the right one. Fortunately, signage seems to confirm they're at least heading in the right direction.

"Hey, Coach!" a long-ago familiar voice calls to Steve. "Gawd you still look

so

good after all these years!"

"Hey, Coach, yourself! You look

amazing

. I

just knew

you'd keep that fabulous body of yours. How are you doing?"

"Great! Is this the special lady Deb told me about?"

"She is! Suzanne, let me present my forever lover, Emily Foster. Em, this is

the

Suzanne Winston we've been talking about."

"Nice to meet you, Emily. May I borrow your fella for a moment?"

"Sure!"

"Steven, come 'ere. I've been wanting to do this for twenty years!"

Suzanne steps to Steve, the hug turns into an embrace, and she lays one helluva kiss on him which immediately turns into a deep, tonguing and

quite mutual

lovers' buss.

Emily is chuckling, "I had a feeling this was going to be your welcome, Stevie."

The two break their embrace, and Suzanne addresses Emily, "Debbie briefed me on the nature of you guys' relationship, and her relationship with you as well. You both are planning on sleeping with

me

tonight, I hope."

"We can do that!" Steve chuckles in confirmation. Emily grins.

"How's Cyan? Beautiful as always, I expect."

"She is! So Deb told you about the 'fourple' and how it works?"

"Yes, and it is an amazing concept. You and Cyan always marched to a different drummer, even in the beginning. So happy for you guys."

"You have anybody? You came to our wedding alone, so Mark was obviously not Mr. Right."

"Nope. Been bouncing back and forth between steady guys and steady girls ever since. Nobody at the moment, one of each on the horizon, though."

Emily breaks in, "Steve told me you two kept it professional."

"We did. Some of the other male coaches were getting in trouble getting too close to their girls, and it was showing in the results. The semi-pro league sort of collapsed under the weight of the scandals. Some of the women were underage, and when that shit hit the fan we were done."

"Stevie?"

"That was after Cy and I had moved away and I was no longer involved. But there definitely was some crap going on that hadn't surfaced. Anybody get jail time?"

"Yeah. Newmark, Miner, and that sleaze, Parker. He got one pregnant. Anyway, enough of the bad old times. Let's go meet the girls and have some fun!"

The three walk towards the small practice gym where they are holding the reunion tourney.

Emily asks Suzanne, "Steve told us a little about his last tournament and the little party the girls threw for him. Were you there?"

"Oh, gawd!" she laughs. "Sure was. That last game we played for fun was a hoot, bouncin' titties and all! We sure did nail his ass in the locker room. Yes, I got 'im. It was

so

hard not to!"

Emily laughs, "Not a lot has changed about 'im, evidently."

Suzanne laughs back, "Glad to hear!"

She opens the door to the gym for them. There are a noticeable number of ladies in volleyball uniforms milling about.

"Guys!" they hear one of the girls shout. "Coach!"

The gym turns mostly quiet as the throng assembles on the single set of bleachers pulled out from the wall. Appears to be 35 or so, just enough to build five teams.

Emily and Steve spot Debbie in the bleachers and Em glances to Steve for confirmation that she is to sit with Debbie. He smiles real big to Debbie and swats Em's butt to send her off. She giggles and dashes off to the seats. There are oohs and ahs as Em leans into Deb for a lovers' kiss after she sits.

"(We have a couple of surprises he'll appreciate, Em,)" Debbie softly voices to her.

"(Oh?)"

"(First, check it out. He's the only guy here.)"

"(My mind reels at the possibilities, Deb.)"

"(Uh huh.)"

Suzanne motioned to Steve that he was to stand with her down on the floor. He notices something fun and is wearing a sly grin.

"(Suze?)" Steve whispers. "(Game togs. I don't recall ours being that tight.)"

"(Second skin is the way it's done these days. Wicks away the sweat. Lots of science behind it.)"

"(Love the detail,)" he chuckles.

She softly laughs, "(Thought you'd notice. You always had a bit of edgy perv in you, Steven. Nice to know you still have it. Anyway, apparently somebody convinced everyone to remove the crotch pads. You normally wouldn't see that in public.)"

"Ladies!" Suzanne announces to the group. "When you get settled! Okay, thank you! Before we begin, I'd like to introduce everybody to a very special friend of mine, Coach Steven Albertson."

She pauses for applause, and Steve waves to the group in acknowledgement.

"He's a hunk!" somebody in the back calls. They laugh. Emily rolls her eyes.

Suzanne continues with the introduction, "Coach Albertson was my first coach out of college when we were experimenting with a professional women's volleyball league in Southern California. We taught each other many things and some of the tools we worked on together are part of our play today. Debbie and I invited him and his guest to show him how the sport has evolved in those two decades since, and, in the spirit of the reunion, share the camaraderie and fellowship unique to our sport. Any quick questions? Jennifer, you have one?"

"Yes. Coach Winston, was 'The Albee' named after him?"

"

What?!

" Steve recoils. The gathered athletes laugh.

"(I'll fill you in later.) Yes it was. Taylor?"

"Coach? I saw you guys in the parking lot. Are you going to be sleeping with him tonight?"

It takes a while for the laughter to die down.

Steve asides to Suze, "(Cheeky bunch.)"

"(They are.) Yes. And his lover, Emily, as well. Anybody have a problem with that?"

The crowd responds, "Oooooooo!" Somebody in the back blurts, "That's

so

cool!"