Off Campus, the Sequel, Pt. 1
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This is a follow-on to the previous adventure with Steve and Cyan and their polyamory partners Phil and Jen. Last time out together these swingers found new friends to play with, which in turn is blossoming into something a lot bigger now that Ally invited her besties over for a taste of the swinger "lifestyle".
Smashing "Swinger Rule #1" to bits, Ally is falling deeply in love with Steve, to nobody's surprise.
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The four of us decide we were due for another date at The Abercrombie, that old downtown hotel where we had so much mind-blowing sexy fun with a couple of local folks we picked up at the bar.
Phil dropped me off at the curb to see if the coast was clear. I gingerly poke my head around the door of the hotel bar to see if our bartender friend is holding down the fort. My face is only halfway past the opening and I hear, "Steven! How the fuck are you! All you guys in town? I hope!" Ally exclaims, totally disrupting the serenity of her dimly-lit and cozy cocktail lounge. Patrons' heads are swiveling off their necks as they strain to see who she's so excited about, but can't make out a thing as the setting sun streams in the door. I'm just a silhouette to them.
"Hi, Ally," as I step all the way into the barroom. "Nice to see you, too," I chuckle. "What's new?"
"Oh, I have stories," Ally tempts. "Where is everybody?"
"Phil's parking the car, the girls went up to our rooms to freshen. Stories?"
"Stuff I can't talk about here... you know..." as she grins
real big
.
"Anybody we know?"
"Tex, for one. His name is Darren."
"Say no more. We more or less expected it after you met Little Phil."
Two of the guys sitting at the bar reflexively raise their heads from their drinks and stare daggers at Ally and then at me. They clearly understood the context of "Little Phil". They must be regulars, deep in their hearts hoping beyond hope that someday they'll have the opportunity to date the adorable bartender. So what's so special about "Phil", huh? And this guy?
"More later," Ally cautions, having sensed the reactions.
"What time you off?"
"Lucky for you this is my off night. I turn the bar over to Jessica at 6:00."
"Have we met Jessica?"
"Dunno. But she's heard all about you guys, and wants to meet, if you know..."
"Okay. Understood. I take it we can get together when she's off?"
"Discuss over dinner, 'k?"
"Deal. Meet you down here at six."
"See ya'!" punctuated by another of her big, all-knowing grins.
Apparently Ally was just as energized by our previous time together as we were. So she's screwing Tex... uh, Darren. Not a surprise. She so fell in love with Phil's uncut cock that the four of us were nattering the entire way home from last time, taking bets on whether she was going to put the two-and-two together from Cyan and Jen's comments about "Tex" with her newly-discovered pleasures of Phil's uncircumcised penis. She obviously had.
But Jessica? That's a surprise. Thinking back on our breakfast last time here, wasn't Jessica the wispy little blonde that served us? Self-effacing, demure and slightly mousey, she was cute but certainly not someone we were entertaining as a prospective playtime friend. I guess we'll find out tonight if it's the same girl I'm recalling.
I head up to the room to fill everybody in and to freshen myself up.
"Dinner with Ally at six," I declare.
"Any idea where?" Jen poses.
"Nope. Can't be here. She has a bunch to talk about that can't be overheard by anybody she knows from work."
"So that answers our question about 'Tex', doesn't it?" Cyan smirks.
"Yes. Why yes it does," I grin back at her. "His name is Darren."
"HA!!! He was
toast
after she'd had Phil! I knew it!" Cyan chortles.
Phil proposes, "I guess Ally will know where to go for dinner. Will it be just the five of us?"
"I think so, not much time for her to rally the troops if she has other ideas," I conjecture.
"Okay, let's pull ourselves together," I advise. "We need to be down there in about 25 minutes."
"Sexy clothes?" Jen asks.
"No, just cute will do this time. Don't need to impress anybody," I confirm.
"Or seduce?" Cyan quips. She can be sooooo bad sometimes.
We gather ourselves and head downstairs. Ally is waiting in the lobby in that same sheath dress she was wearing on our previous date. No complaints here, it flatters her taut figure.
Very
easy on the eyes!
"You sure you should be seen with us by hotel staff?" Phil asks.
"Oh, there's a story there, too. They all know," Ally frowns. "I knew you guys were coming today, 'cause I got a whole ration of shit from the rez desk when you booked your rooms."
"Are you in trouble?" Jen is concerned.
"Yeah, but it'll be okay. They don't know
everything
."
"Spill!" Cyan is curious.
We duck outside and make a beeline for Phil and Jen's car.
"It's pretty simple, actually," Ally explains. "I didn't know they had installed cameras in the elevators. It was new. Security saw us."
"Oh, shit!" I exclaim.
"No big deal, really. The recording equipment wasn't working yet. Technically I got blessed out for the nudity, although my boss couldn't contain his giggles when he was lecturing me. 'Don't let it happen again,' was his stern advice. The clear inference was 'Be careful, have your fun, just don't get caught.'"
"But where does 'reservations' come in with all this?" Phil muses.
"Everybody knows everybody's business here. The graveyard security guy couldn't keep his fuckin' mouth shut."
"Not good," I interject.
"No shit. He's been putting moves on me ever since thinking that he's going to get some. Ewww. Just ewww."
"That can get really dicey. Be careful," I advise in maybe too much of a fatherly tone. This is somebody I've slept with, and hope to do so again.
"I'm not too worried. I have a lot of friends here looking out for me. And there's Darren."
"Yes there is, you little tramp! You stole him from us!" Jen laughs.
"Yeah!" Cyan jumps in. "We teach you all about uncut cocks and what is our reward? You rustle one out of our stable!"
Everybody laughs, real hard.
"He's a nice guy," Ally pouts. "You two were pretty rough on him with your 'we've had better' shit and all that."
"We didn't say that. But we had to push back on all his cocky crap," Jen defends herself. "Has he tried to fuck your head into the headboard yet?"
"Well, no," Ally admits. "I think you girls may have broken that particular stallion trait. But he's still a really good fuck. Oh, I
love
that big uncut cock!"
"We gonna see him tonight?" Cyan asks.
"No. I called and told him you guys were here, and he's in Denver. He sends his regrets. Oh, Jen?"
"Yes?"
"He apologizes. He'd like another chance."
"Okay. Forgiven. He was a really nice screw when he wasn't so rough. Next time."
"Where's dinner?" Phil asks as we pile into the car. "Ally?" he inquires. "We don't really know your town."
"You guys okay with barbecue?" is her retort.
"Yep!" is the chorus.
"Turn left up here at Centennial, then about a half mile, 'Smoke 'Em if You Got 'Em'."
"Now that's corny," I chuckle.
"Oh, you're one to talk!" Ally guffaws.
"Who's this Jessica person you told me about?" I query. "You inferred she's interested in our... uh... more interesting late evening activities."
"Yes!" Ally confirms. "The way she put it to me, 'Oh gawd I really need somebody to fuck my brains out, somebody who knows what they're doin'. These local guys aren't cuttin' it.'"
"Uh... do you think she knows what she's in for?" Cyan poses.
Ally responds, "I can't tell. She's a little thing. Cute, but tiny. You guys would call 'er 'a spinner'."
Phil and I laugh out loud. "We said no such thing... did we?" I protest.
"Not directly. I'm quoting the girls quoting
you
, Steve!"
"Damn! Caught!" I laugh. "You know what it means, don't you?"
Ally gets on me hard, "I figured it out, dumbass. A girl small enough to sit on your cock and can be spun around in the fuck."
"Guilty as charged!" I'm still laughing. "It doesn't work that way, tho'!"
"Hey, isn't Jessica the cute little thing that served us breakfast the morning after our little party?" Jen interjects.
"One and the same," Ally confirms.
"Never thought of 'er that way. Well that's sort of neat, really. Happy to be of assistance," I leer.
"Oh, you're so kind, sir!" Ally sticks her tongue out at me.
"Seriously, you think she can handle the four... five of us in the room? We're not exactly 'beginner' material," Phil comments.
"She's had her share of guys, so you can forget any fantasies about breaking her cherry, if that's what you mean."
"Not at all, Ally," I continue. "We're more worried about sexual and emotional overload for somebody whose experience might be confined to vanilla one-on-one sex, and from what you're seeming to say, mediocre sex at that."
"I think she should be okay, Steven. She did share that she experimented with girl-on-girl at college, and a couple of MFM threesomes," Ally tells us in an uncharacteristic moment of concerned seriousness.
"Okay, then what's the plan?" Jen asks.
Phil pulls the car into a parking spot and our chatter is momentarily interrupted by our jockeying for who's going to be more polite than whom in opening the door to the restaurant.
"Hi, Ally!" an unexpectedly enthused voice greets us from the hostess stand.
"Hi, Hannah!" Ally shoots back. "Five!"
"Oh! Are
these
your special out-of-town friends?"
The four of us glance around at each other with worried expressions, justifiably wondering how much this stranger knows about us.
"Yes. This is Cyan, Jen, Steve and Phil. Guys, this is Hannah. She's my roommate."
"No wonder you brought us here. Shame on you!" I scold. With a smile.
"Ally loves you guys. She really does," Hannah flatters us. "She was walking on air for a week after your get-together. And introducing her... sort of... to Darren? Genius!"
We're all turning beet red.
"So you know...
everything
? Seriously?" as Jen buries her face in her hands. Cyan is desperately looking for a corner to hide in.
