I was certainly surprised to see a letter from my ex-stepmother in my mailbox. She had been my father's fourth wife, and like all the rest it failed miserably. He was a fast earning, fast moving sales executive, but his eyes had always wondered a bit faster. I don't think they lasted two years before she caught him in bed with a twenty-year-old blond. I had secretly wished I had been there when she caught them because as I remembered it she was quite the feisty one. I imagine there was a nice scuffle, but my father would never supply the details. I certainly loved the guy, and our relationship was solid, but he just couldn't keep his dick in his pants for very long. Needless to say, Sara walked with a good chunk of change. And that was that.
Now I was holding a decorated purple letter from her. Ripping it open only made things stranger. It was an invitation to her daughter Clair's upcoming wedding. And it was in a week! My head raced as to the meaning of it. I barely knew this woman. Being twenty-five and on my own, I was rarely around my father's home. I'd considered my relationship with her friendly, but that was about it. Seeing I was obviously invited a bit late in the game made me scratch my head for sure.
I threw it on my coffee table and promptly forgot about it. My mind was on other things. I had just broken up with my long-term girlfriend. We both knew things were getting painfully stale, so a week previous she had packed her shit and left. Making things worse, my graphic art jobs had been slowing for months. I'd seen better days.
Spending most recent evenings sitting around in my boxers drunk, sleeping until noon, then starting all over again was taking a toll. What was even more destructive was I had taken to watching me and my ex's sex tapes. She was a tiny redhead of perfect proportions. She loved to work out and had gotten me back into it. I was in the best shape of my life. But watching our toned bodies fuck in every imaginable position was a bit sad after a while. I had even rubbed a few out to it, but the satisfaction just wasn't really there. I'd become frustrated and horny as hell. It was in one of those moments that I found myself with a beer in one hand, and that fucking invitation in the other.
Fuck it. I gotta get out of here
. I called the number written in pen on the back and was surprised to hear I was on a list of people directly invited by Sara. There was a spot waiting for me.
Crazy
, I thought. By that Friday, I was in my car heading north up the Pacific Coast Highway for some resort called 'The Grandure.'
After a long drive, painfully long, I arrived in front of a mansion overlooking the coast. It had a huge front garden lawn, and what looked to be several smaller structures behind it. It was impressive for sure. Once up the circle drive, a man in a suit walked down the front steps holding a clipboard. I got out with a big smile.
"Are you a guest for the celebration," he asked formally.
I handed off the invitation and he looked it over, then paged through his clipboard. "Ah, Mr. Alex Rice. I'll be happy to take your keys, and a valet will park your car. Your bags will be sent to your room."
"My room?" Things were getting interesting.
"Yes, sir. Go on inside and you will receive an itinerary and room key." Without another word, he walked off.
"Thanks, I guess," was all I could get out as I entered the massive stone house.
The woman inside was nice enough. Giving me a rundown of how the weekend was planned out, it seemed I was in for a hell of a party and maybe that's just what I needed. Suddenly I felt great. With my key in hand, I decided to check out what kind of room Sara had set up for me. It was strange walking through the back courtyard paths. People were mingling everywhere, and I didn't know a damn one of them. But instead of feeling like a ghost, my mind started working out the fact I could be
anybody
here. I had nothing to lose or gain, so why not play it up any way I saw fit. As a tall blond in a sundress passed me with a sultry smile, I knew right away I'd be on the hunt to get laid. No doubt about it.
It didn't take long to find my building from the directions I was given. It was long, with ten doors along its front, right next to a pool. I took a good look at several women basking in the summer sun. Right away, I felt a twitch n my groin. Their tanned bodies glistening with oil was starting my motor. Spending some time at the pool had already gone on my 'where to find trim' list.
I approached room 22 as it said so on my key, but the door was a bit ajar.
Maybe it's wrong.
Peeking in, I was shocked to see two women on the bed inside. It took a second to register, but they were both in bikini tops and tiny shorts, rolling around through playful giggles. They switched between long sloppy kisses and sighs of excitement.
Holy shit!
Half of me wanted to just walk away but the hungry side of me, the horny side that had a growing dick straining against cotton slacks, wanted to slide right in.
My dick won the fight.
I walked in and shut the door loud enough for them to hear it. The little beauties popped up startled. Both looked to be early twenties, with one being a long slender blond and the other a shorter, and a bit thicker, brunette. I could barely believe my luck. "Well, hello there ladies," I said throwing my key on the table. "Having fun?"
"What are you doing in here," the blond questioned. I could tell right away she'd been drinking.
"Honey, this is my room."
After a wide-eyed pause, she threw herself back onto the bed laughing. "Dammit, you guys! I'm too drunk right now."
The brunette smiled. "The door was wide open. I guess Kelly thought this was her room. Sorry. I'm Jax by the way."
Kelly sat back up. "Yes, we're really sorry.
They both started to get up, but I held out my hand. "No need to leave girls. I was just getting into the show." This must have amused them because they broke out in laughter again. "You'll get no judging from me," I smiled.
"We were roommates freshman year," Jax said. "We were just... reminiscing."
My body became warm with the thought. "What did you do as roommates?"
Kelly grabbed Jax's face and laid a deep kiss on her. It was accompanied by her hand squeezing her friend's left breast. In seconds they forgot I was even there. Laying back, they returned to what they had been doing before I arrived."