Fall Into a Cfnm Life

Chapter 9

Shortly after lunch, I heard a vehicle pulling into the driveway.

They're back! Brooklyn and Angela are back! My

clothes

are back!!

I rushed to the window like a forlorn little puppy excited to see its master return. Only in my case I was relieved my clothes were back in my grasp. Nearly in my grasp.

"Whoa, somebody's eager. Down boy, before you make a mess on the floor." Gina teased, reading my mind. "Don't just stare at them through the window like some pervert; Go help them bring their suitcases in." I rushed out the front door so quickly I had forgotten I was still completely nude. I froze on the front porch mid-stride while my brain tried to make a decision. Do I turn heel and duck back inside the house until the Uber has left, or do I suck it up and expose myself to yet another stranger?

I heard the door softly close and then lock. Shaken out of my frozen state I turned and saw Gina smiling back at me expectantly behind the front window, making a 'shooing' motion with her hands.

Well, that makes the decision ... not

easier

, but less complex

. I put on a brave face and with as calm a demeanor as I could muster I walked to the Uber driver's door, and knocked on the window.

The mirror-tinted glass lowered, and I got my first good look at the driver. I was slightly relieved it wasn't the same driver that picked the girls up, but my relief was tempered with chagrin that I was exposing myself to yet another new person. The driver was a woman around fifteen years older than me and built like a linebacker. She blew bubbles in a wad of chewing gum and stared dispassionately at my dick, with an expression that said "I've seen it all, and I'm unimpressed."

"Uh... hiya." I ventured. She grunted an acknowledgment, but never lifted her eyes. "I'm uh, here to get their luggage. ... ... and uh, bring it inside."

Still staring at my dick she drawled "mmm'kay." I was starting to feel slightly self conscious as she was essentially having a conversation with my dick at this point. My dick, conversely, was loving the attention, practically straining to hear better. "So, uh, are they in the truck, then...?"

Another long pause and delayed response directed to my dick. "Ayh, yup."

I shifted my weight uneasily. Getting anywhere with this woman was almost painful. It's like she was drawing this out for as long as she could. "So, could you, um ... —" I was interrupted by the trunk popping open. "Thanks." I tried to rush around to the back of the car, but my path was barred by the back door opening, and Angela and Brooklyn exiting the car.

"Darvin! It's so great to see all of you again!" Angela practically shrieked, before coming in for a bear hug. She didn't lift me off the ground, but she tried her hardest with both hands firmly on my ass. "Thank you so much for getting the luggage! Oh, it's good to be home!!"

Brooklyn also leaned in for a quick hug, but lingered far less than Angela did. "Heard you met Eunice." She could barely contain her enthusiasm. "You must be the talk of the neighborhood. So it sounds like your vacation was a success!"

They both headed to the front door, their close proximity to me causing me to spin in their direction as they brushed past. I stood and watched them enter the house, genuinely surprised at how happy I was to see them again. My reverie was broken by the Uber driver's gentle cough. I could see she was still staring at my dick with extreme disinterest through the side mirror. Flustered, I remembered I was standing stark naked outside with an audience. I quickly went to the trunk, thinking that I'd at least be able to give myself some measure of modesty while I brought the suitcases in.

Pulling the two full sized suitcases from the trunk, I realized I'd overestimated my chances at modesty. The cases were too large to carry in front of me, so with a heavy sigh I extended their handles and pulled them behind me towards the porch. Once I was in front of the car — and I assume my dick was no longer in her sight — the Uber driver backed out of the driveway with a double-tap of the horn.

I startled enough to almost drop both suitcases, but a quick survey of the yard showed no neighbors took notice.

Finished awkwardly struggling the cases inside, I let them drop in the living room and relaxed with my hands on my hips. I glanced quickly at the new nude portrait of me hanging on the wall, and was relieved neither of the girls had seen or remarked on it yet.

I wasn't about to rifle through Brooklyn's suitcase on my own to find my clothes, and I couldn't get a word in edgewise while the three girls regaled about their respective weekends, so I just stood there silently, hands on hips, wishing I had pockets again. There's something about being naked for prolonged periods, that I can never quite figure out what to do with my hands.

It became clear that the discussion wasn't wrapping up any time soon, so I sat down on the couch with the girls to at least be a passive member of the confabulation. Before long, and despite myself, I dozed off for a bit of a nap.

When I awoke, I saw the suitcases were gone from the living room, my clothes were neatly folded on the floor beneath my nude portrait and the girls were just dishing out Chinese take-out for four. Oh, and I was sporting a healthy erection from just waking up.

"Sorry about that," I said, rubbing sleep from my eyes. "I must have been a lot more tired than I thought. I promise it had nothing to do with your stories of Vegas." I gently smiled at the girls.

"No worries. I know it's been an emotionally exhausting week for you." Gina responded sweetly. "Besides, we all enjoyed the view —"

"Especially the delivery girl!" Angela interrupted.

Great, that's seven people to see me naked in the last week?

"— and the show ... your cock's been pulsing between soft and hard the whole time." Gina reached out her right hand and lightly stroked the underside of my dick with her index finger for emphasis. Her featherlight touch caused my eyes to roll back in my head while I instinctually raised my hips closer to feel more contact.

She dropped her hand leaving me humping the air, declaring "Alright, let's eat!" Guaranteeing I'd stay hard for the next hour at a minimum.

Despite the fact I was the only one naked amongst three other people — and painfully hard to boot — we all had a great time at dinner; four friends enjoying a meal and each other's company. I got to hear about Angela and Brooklyn's week in Vegas, and I was able to tell everyone about my naked week.

That evening Gina and I went up to her room where she kept her earlier promise of a mind-blowing BJ. Truth be told, I was so horny from the week's exploits that she barely had to breath on my dick before it started spurting. And she caught every single drop.

While I rode the crest of post-orgasm bliss, Gina rose from her knees and moved in for a kiss. When our lips met, she pushed her tongue into my mouth, scooping all of my cum in with it. I started to protest but she quickly put her finger to my mouth, keeping it from opening. "Ah ah ah. I said I would

catch

every drop. I didn't say anything about swallowing; that's

your

job. Now it's my turn." She pushed me backwards onto the bed then climbed up on top me, resting her pussy on my lips.

I had no choice but to swallow my own cum if I wanted to taste her, and I desperately wanted to taste her. I licked her to a quick orgasm, then flipped us around and we made passionate love.