The events in this chapter take place the day after chapter 2.
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Because of the long hours I had been doing at work plus all the fun that was had by Rayne, Kitty, and myself the night before, I slept hard and long. When I woke I found nobody in bed with me. With my fuzzy mind I thought that all that happened between Kitty, Rayne and I was a dream. Then my hand found a wet spot. I think Rayne got herself off before leaving the bed, I never asked.
I shuffled out of the bedroom and took a leak. After the bathroom I headed for the kitchen. I looked at the clock it was around noon. I found a note from Rayne on the counter near the fridge saying that there was breakfast in the microwave just press start. I did and when it was done pulled out a plate of eggs and sausage. I sucked them up like a vacuum. Once the food was gone and I was almost fully awake, I looked in every room, including the rooms I had been through already, for her and I could not find her. The last door I looked behind was the one to the balcony. She was lying on her back and had her eyes closed, not a stitch of clothing covering her bronzed skin. I was nude too.
I started to get hard at seeing her. I realized that I was standing in full view of my neighbor across the way. She was an older woman, probably in her late forties or early fifties, who just smiled and looked. That got me harder. Rayne made no move of acknowledgement until I cleared my throat. Rayne was not visible to the neighbor because the lounge was down and the balcony wall blocked the view.
She turned to me with a smile and said, "Hey there, sleepy head. You do know everyone can see you?" In answer I pointed at my half-mast cock and nodded. "I would have figured that The Rod would still be tired with the way Kitty and I worked it last night," she said and stood up. She turned to wave to the neighbor, I never learned the woman's name, then pushed me back into the apartment. "I think you'll love what I have planned for tonight but I can't have you horny and hard all day. I'm going to fuck you then I'll get dressed." As she finished speaking she kissed me and kicked the door closed. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around my waist quickly engulfing my now rock hard shaft into her steaming love box. With the intensity of how she was going I did not last long. After I came she continued kissing me and stayed on my deflating dick until we both felt my come running out. She climbed off and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door. A minute later I heard the toilet flush and then the shower turn on.
That is when I noticed the mess that the apartment had turned into. I am kind of a neat freak. I wiped myself off and grabbed a pair of sweatpants before starting to clean. I had found early in my relationship with Rayne a cleaning solvent that made easy work of any sexual stain, and there were plenty in the carpet, couch, and cushions. Rayne's housekeeper, Kira, pronounced like the actress Keira Knightly, turned me onto it. I stripped the bed and put the sheets and towel from the living room into a pile ready to be washed. I used the solvent on the mattress too. Rayne had come out of the shower wrapped in a towel and sat on the couch and started watching TV as I was working in the bedroom. Once the bed was made and everything else was back in order I took my shower.
While I was in the shower the phone rang. Rayne answered. She talked for a couple minutes then told me that it was Alex after she had hung up with him. We had told him about our relationship at class the week following our meeting Sara and Cindy.
When I got out I found her wearing her bib-overall shorts sitting on the couch watching TV. I put on a pair of khaki shorts that hung to my shins and a white T-shirt with the saying, 'This Is My Lucky Shirt', and a shamrock in Irish green on the front. I went into the kitchen and made some nachos for us and we zoned out together for a couple hours.
In the middle of that time I took the sheets to the apartment complex's wash room and watched the pool. Nothing interesting was happening. There were two couples and a few kids. The younger couple started to make out, but left soon after, I think they wanted to do something more and were not as adventurous as Rayne and I were. The other couple, the parents of the kids, called the kids out of the pool and they too left. Washing clothes or sheets is very boring. Once everything was washed and dried I took them back. On the stairs I ran into Wally, Kitty's brother, running to his car. He grunted with exasperation at me. He quit speaking to me about a year earlier when I stopped him from taking his prom date into the apartment that he shared with his family. I sat and zoned again when I got into the apartment. Every time I even laid my hand on hers she would move away, not that she did not want to touch me, but she wanted us to be relatively fresh for the night.
At five she got up and went into the bedroom. After I heard her swearing, I went in to find her digging through the clothes I had piled at the bottom of my closet. She was bent over at the waist and had more than half the clothes out of the closet. That pile was the laundry for winter clothes, since it was so warm I had not needed any of it so it piled until I got around to it. Sometimes other clothing will end up in there.
"What are you looking for?" I asked, moving to straighten the clothing.
"I thought that my white top and skirt were here. I didn't see them hanging or in your drawers," she answered through her legs. At the mention of drawers, I looked at them. They were all open and in as much disarray as a junkyard. I started cleaning the room up while she continued to dig through the clothes in the closet. At the very bottom of the pile was what she was looking for.
The top and skirt were made of a type of spandex and would cling to her tightly. The top ran the full length of both her arms and came down barely to the bottom of her breastbone and went up to her neck. It was so tight that her nipples were visible all the time. The skirt barely covered her ass and if she had hair down there it would have been very visible, it was so tight.
She held them up, shook them out, smelled them then undid the straps to her present clothing. The shorts fell just as quickly as the day before. She put the skirt on first then the top, and then she pulled her shorts back up and on. She looked almost presentable. After dressing she kissed me and headed into the bathroom. It took me about fifteen minutes to put the room back in order. I went back to the TV and she still had not come out or so I thought.
Close to six there was a knock at the door. I got up to get it. Kitty was standing there wearing a pair of skin-tight super low-rise jeans with a thong sitting high on her hips and a top similar to Rayne's. The jeans and top were black, the thong was light red. On her feet was a pair of black heeled boots that came half way to her knees. The legs of the jeans were inside the boots. The black made her fair complexion and her hair stand out that much more. Her hair was pulled back and up into an elegant coif. While I stood there gaping at Kitty, Rayne walked over and grinned.
"I forgot to tell you that I invited Kitty to go with us tonight," she said, pulling Kitty into the room. "While you were sleeping, I got up and saw her clothes still here. So I dressed in one of your shirts and your door shorts to take them back. I knocked and her brother answered. After he got Kitty I gave her the clothes back and invited her to come out with us tonight. Now you need to change into what is laid on your bed."
"I had better, since I would look like a dork dressed like this and you two like the hotties you are," I said with a grin. Apparently she had snuck out of the bathroom without my knowing. I headed into the bedroom to find Rayne had chosen for me a nice white polo shirt and a pair of black slacks. I got into them and my black dancing shoes quickly. Rayne had given Kitty a black leather coat that would not even reach her navel if she closed it. As I stepped out of the bedroom there was another knock on the door. On the other side was Alex. He was in a black polo and white slacks. His shoes were black.
Alex has been my friend ever since I defended him to his father at the family business. I was working for his dad at the time. We bumped into each other spilling paperwork and boxes on the floor. We laughed about it while cleaning it up. His dad took exception to the laughter and told Alex to stop laughing. I stood up for him saying that we were both laughing and other such things. I quit right then. I went to work where Alex was employed and eventually we moved out to California as roommates. While out here we hit our stride and we got our own apartments.
Alex is about six foot two and weighs about two hundred pounds. His light brown hair has always been worn short and spiky. He has bright green eyes and smiles easily. His features could, if he wanted to, get him an acting or modeling career. Both Rayne and I think he looks better than Brad Pitt.
"We almost look like the negative of each other," he quipped, stepping in. As soon as he saw Kitty he froze, gaping. She smiled shyly back. Rayne smoothly slid next to him and closed his mouth. "Thanks, Rayne," he mumbled coming out of he trance. "Nice whale tail, Kat." He was the only one who called Kitty, Kat. He had met Kitty before and even been part of a game night, so had Rayne. All four of us had played one night, girls against the guys; girls won.
"What's a whale tail?" asked Kitty. I had smirked at his comment and truly smiled when she asked.