Off Campus III, Pt. 4
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The hard work and loving efforts of our little "gang" paid off in the successful acquisition of The Abercrombie Hotel from Ally's father. The group has grown by one with the induction of Cheyenne, the lawyer and former college roommate Ally retained to assist with the purchase.
Of course nothing happens with or around this tight-knit gang of intimate friends without caring, loving and sometimes rowdy sexcapades. They are now getting down to the business of rewarding themselves for their collective achievement with a well-deserved three-day party to blow off the cumulative steam and reinforce their love and mutual respect for each other.
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It's mid-afternoon on this lovely Thursday. Now in the penthouse, Cheyenne, Ally, Jen and I are waking up from our collective nap after sharing ourselves with and among each other. It was nice to be with them. It's
always
nice to share a bed with my ladies.
However, Cheyenne insists that she has not yet secured her revenge on me from encouraging Jen's little hazing ritual foisted upon her in the wee hours this morning. So she flips me on my back, grabs my cock and manages to stretch it into stimulating an erection, and mounts me cowgirl style.
"Cum in me, gawdfuckingdammit, Steven!" as she rides me
hard
. The bed is squeaking as she is practically bouncing on my nuts.
"Uh, Cheyenne... I'm not Thad," I protest. "I did
that
for you only two hours ago."
"Girl's gotta try!" she grunts, pushing into me even harder and faster.
Jen and Ally are giggling at Cheyenne's attempts to put me in my place. I can't contain myself and start to laugh, too. Cheyenne soon relents, admits defeat and joins in the hilarity of the moment. My poor nuts thank her for that.
Cyan sticks her head in the doorway, "What's so funny?"
"Oh, Cheyenne's made a point with Steven here," Ally chuckles. "You guys doin' okay?"
"We're good, aren't we, Phil," as he joins my wife standing in the door opening, his eyes slightly glazed, acknowledging their success. "Hungry, though. Anybody thought about lunch?"
"Not yet. Whatcha have on your mind? Café or room service?" I ask.
"Café, Steven!" Ally scolds. "Remember? Catering put us on probation time before last after their folks walked into us naked or even fucking in plain sight for like the fourth time."
"But we're the owners!" I protest.
"Doesn't matter! Even worse, it would be sexual harassment now! Sheesh!" she glowers at me.
"I know I know," as I sort of tuck my tail 'tween my legs. "We're above that, anyway. We'll behave. We have to now. We can't get away with it like Jess can. Café it is."
We still have a situation here.
"Cheyenne?" I prompt.
"Steven."
"You want to think about getting off of me?"
"Getting me off... now that's a great idea," she leers.
"Not what I said!" I chuckle in protest.
"You guys go ahead," Cheyenne grins. "Steve has an assignment to finish. See you down there."
Everybody cracks up. Cheyenne
definitely
has the upper hand here! I have apparently met my match.
"(C'mon, sweetie. I love you,)" she whispers. "(Gawd, you're fun to mess with. You don't have to, but I sure would like it if you did.)"
"(I'd like that too. Flip around.)"
Cheyenne dismounts and we get into position for me to enjoy a box lunch with my new lover. As I discovered with our first time together last night, she
is
most enjoyable and surprisingly mutual in all aspects of our lovemaking. I truly hope that I -- we -- can savor our times together without taking anything away from the others.
Challenge accepted.
After our moment together -- successful, I might add -- Cheyenne and I rummage around in the front room looking for our clothes. Huh. They're not where we left them when Ally "ordered" us to strip. Why you little stinker. Crap. My phone is in my pants. Good thing I remember her cell number and can dial it from the landline in the suite.
"Allison Abercrombie," the voice dryly answers.
"Alright. Where are they?" I sternly query.
"Who is this? Where are
what
?"
There are gales of laughter in the background. Uh huh. She's foolin' nobody.
"Give it up, girlie! Where are our clothes?"
"You must have the wrong number. Is this an obscene phone call? Are you naked or something like that?"
The background laughter grows into unrestrained gasping guffaws.
"You know damn well I'm naked!"
"Well, describe what you're not wearing."
"ALLY! Dammit! Cheyenne and I want lunch!"
"Oh. Didn't you two have... uh... 'lunch' already?"
"
ALLLLLYYYY!
"
I can't help but to start laughing. She got us good this time. She can't contain her own laughter any more.
"Oh, sweetheart, I so love you! Tell Cheyenne I love her, too. You guys are a mess, but you're
my
mess! Look in the bar fridge."
I catch my breath.
"Do you have any idea of what you've done, here, girlfriend?" I chuckle. "Both Cheyenne
and
me? Ooooooh, you just wait!"
I can all but see her sticking her tongue out at me through the phone.
"Looking forward to it! See you guys when you get here. Should I have Jeanie get something ready?"
"No, we'll be down right away."
"Okay."
"'Bye. Don't forget... we're gonna getcha... someday... promise!"
She's laughing as she hangs up her phone.
"Bar fridge," I inform Cheyenne.
"Jeez. My headlights will be on for an hour."
"I won't mind."
She laughs and mock slaps me.
We find our stuff, pull ourselves together, and make the trek to the café.
Through the passageway and the café door, we are met with everybody at our table roiling in uproarious laughter at our expense. A couple of them, my wife included, are laughing so hard there are tears streaming down their cheeks.
"Ally 1, Steven and Cheyenne 0," Phil tries to spit out in between guffaws.
We take our seats and the laughter subsides into sporadic chuckles and giggles.
"You got us good," I admit. "Ally, obviously you were a party to the joke, but Jen..."
I stare sternly at her.
"...this has
your
fingerprints all over it. I will admit it was inspired."
She grins. I lean over the table to give her an appreciative kiss.
Cheyenne shakes her head, "Genius. Ally and I would pull stupid pranks on each other sometimes -- remember your panties in that block of ice? -- but this one was major league good."
Ally responds, "Of course! Why do you think I went for the fridge? Nice nips, by the way."
More laughter.
Jeanie is the evening server in the café. She comes back to our table to take my and Cheyenne's late lunch requests.
"Chicken noodle soup! Something warming!" Cheyenne asks.
Jeanie can't resist, "Why's that, dearie? You chilled? Oh. Yeah."
Chuckles. Tolerant smirk from Cheyenne.
I sigh. Okay. You guys got your joke in, but Cheyenne's had enough for the moment and you're at risk of experiencing Steven's reflex to protect the people he loves. Also, don't forget -- payback's a bitch. I suspect they're reading my body language and are finally calming down.
"Jeanie, if you wouldn't mind, since I'm not in work clothes I think we can risk spaghetti and meatballs. House on the salad. Sweet tea, please."
"The gentleman knows what he wants. Thank you, Mr. Albertson," Jeanie confirms.
"Please. Steve. You'll be seeing a lot of us pretty soon."
"I know, sir. Congratulations. Congratulations to all of you. I know you worked hard to get here. Thank you for caring as much as you do about Ally, and us."
"You're welcome. Lots of work ahead of us, though."
"No kidding. Let me get your orders in. Thank you again."
I feel like I can finally exhale. The week's effort was intense. Last night's celebrations and Cheyenne's induction into The Abercrombie Gang was just as intense, though I'll take that kind of joyous intensity any time. Plus I've discovered a special connection with our newbie. She's already proven to be a great work partner and a most wonderful lover, and is for sure going to be a pillar within the harem.
The late lunch was somewhat subdued on account of my apparently visible discontent with the aftermath of the little prank Jen and Ally played on Cheyenne, especially. They'll get over it as will we, but it is a reminder that I have to be mindful to better shield my state of mind sometimes. The "spirit" or whatever power it is that leads our loving bunch evidently still functions in my lesser moments. I have to be very careful lest somebody have their feelings hurt, that my instinct to "protect" needs to include protecting them from
me
.
We're done with the meal, so Cheyenne rises from the table.
"Going home to freshen up. Maybe catch a quick nap. What's the plan for this evening?" she inquires.
"Nothing hard and fast, obviously," I respond. "I guess we want to do the same. Meet in the bar 7:30-ish?"
I get assenting head nods from the others.
"Sounds good. See you then," as she exits through the passageway and bar.
"Steven? Are you okay?" Ally is concerned. "I've not seen you like this before."
The expressions on Cyan's and Jen's faces are also showing this sentiment.
"I'm sorry, pixie. You two, as well," I try to apologize. "You guys were being a little too hard on Cheyenne, and I was getting all worked-up inside, ready to defend her. I know you and she go way back, Ally, but the others don't."
"Oh, gosh, Steven. You made that kind of connection with her already?"
"Yes, evidently. No different than you and me on our first time together, sweetheart. You, too, Jen. Remember?"
"
I
sure do," Phil confirms, as he gives Cyan a quick peck.
"You primed the pump for her, Ally. She was ready to have me on first sight Monday morning. She told me last night that the over-the-top kiss when we met was to tamp down the anticipation and tensions of her own feelings and expectations toward and of me. Kismet, again."
Ally's a little surprised, "No wonder you two were working together so well this week. You guys were passing the baton back and forth without a fumble. It's like you'd done it in another life."
"Well, anyways, guys, let's go back upstairs and regroup. Cheyenne's right, a nap is a good idea. Cyan, Ally? Could you please cuddle with me? I need that."
We gather ourselves and head for the elevators. Not sullen, but not joyous and bubbly like we usually are, still just generally subdued. Aside from the prank aftermath bursting everyone's bubble to a degree, I think we're tired from too little sleep last night. I know I am. That's okay, the real partying goes into high gear starting tomorrow with Darren's arrival, plus Hannah and Thad have the day off. It's going to be fun.
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