As we passed through the gate of Rachel's mansion and our apartment over the garage that we called 'the palace', I glanced over at Alexis and said, "Glad to be home?" She smiled at me and nodded. I drove around the side and parked in front of one of the five garage doors nearest the entry door.
I grabbed our luggage and I followed Alexis up the garage stairs. As Alexis reached for the doorknob, the door opened into the hallway above. Rachel was standing in the doorway with open arms to greet Alexis. Initially, Alexis was startled by the appearance of Rachel but she walked into Rachel's embrace as she crossed the threshold.
As I approached the threshold with bags in hand the door closed on me. I set one bag down and reached for the doorknob but it pulled away from me as the door opened again. Mitch was standing there in the hallway with a huge grin on her face. Rachel and Alexis had disappeared. I hoisted the bags up and crossed the threshold as Mitch threw her body against mine. I was holding the bags as arms length by my sides and Mitch hugged me.
Mitch reached down and cradled my cock and balls through my pants and giggled. I said, "Yes. Everything is still where it was." Mitch giggled again and pulled me into the hall so she could close the door. I set the bags on the tile floor and pulled out the towing handles. The hard plastic wheels clunked over the tiles as I made my way into the kitchen.
Alexis had gone straight for the Keurig coffee machine. I dragged the luggage through the kitchen and the carpeted living room to the laundry room. I parked both bags next to the washing machine and returned to the kitchen. Alexis was giving details of our Spring Break adventures to a grinning Rachel and Mitch. As she detailed some of the more risqué parts, Rachel's hand inched up her thigh lifting the hem of her dress as she went. I finished making the cups of coffee and handed a cup to Alexis disrupting her story. The mood was broken and Rachel straightened her hem and put a coffee pod in the machine and made herself a cup. Mitch was obviously anxious for Alexis to continue her story as she hoisted herself up on the counter and leaned back against the cabinets.
I thought Alexis was going to detail every sexual encounter but she just glossed over them to Mitch's obvious disappointment. Alexis and I found seats at the breakfast nook table as Rachel leaned against the counter by the sink and sipped her coffee. When it sounded like Alexis was done I spoke up and confessed that I was starving. There had only been snacks on the plane. I asked Mitch and Rachel if they would like to join us at the BBQ joint that Rachel had introduced us to. They readily agreed. Rachel said she would let John know and she hustled back to her part of the house.
As we waited for Rachel to return, Mitch started relating some of her experiences from spring breaks past. They were pretty tame compared to Alexis' stories but she disappeared into her own reverie none the less. When Rachel returned she had a light jacket for herself and Mitch. It was still March and even though the sun had warmed considerably, the air was a little brisk.
Mitch commented on our tans and asked if there were any tan lines. We knew exactly where her mind was going. I lifted my shirt and pulled my pants down on my hips to show her my tan lines. She was obviously disappointed and a frown formed on her face.
We gorged ourselves on Bar-B-Q chicken and ribs and french-fries. I had forgotten where we were and ordered a Corona. The waitress asked for my ID which brought me back to reality. I changed my order to a coke. The others had root-beers. Alexis got up to go to the bathroom and asked Mitch to accompany her. Rachel watched them go and then leaned in and asked, "What are you doing for Alexis' birthday next weekend?" Planning parties was not my forte and I just shrugged my shoulders. Rachel frowned at me and said, "You're such an idiot. With all the money you have just hire someone who does that kind of thing." She disgustedly shook her head and pushed a French fry into her mouth. I couldn't get used to having this kind of money. My brain just didn't immediately go to hiring someone to do everything for me. Rachel was right though. Alexis' birthday was a big deal and I had to step up. I hadn't even bought her a present yet and that wasn't something I was going to farm out to someone else. I told Rachel that Alexis' mother was planning a surprise party at her house. Rachel sat silent for a few moments and then said, "Well then, I guess I'll have to plan something for when you get back." She smiled as her mind was already planning. She pushed another French fry into her mouth.
Alexis and Mitch returned and we finished our meals. Rachel had grabbed the bill as soon as it was placed on the table by the waitress. At my insistence accompanied by a withering stare, she relented and handed me the bill. I paid with a generous tip and we piled into the van again. Rachel hadn't ridden in the van before and she commented on how luxurious the ride was as she scanned the buttons and switches and displays on the dashboard from her position in the front passenger seat. Mitch had to show her mother how the triple seat across the back morphed into a full sized bed. I chuckled at the look on Rachel's face. I could almost read her mind running through the possibilities as her right hand ran up her thighs under the hem of her dress again. This time it stayed there.
I noticed that Rachel's face and neck were flushed and she was stealing glances at my crotch to see if there was any indication of my arousal. The knowledge of what she was doing was having an effect on me and my cock slowly hardened in spite of my efforts to stop it. In an effort to diminish the heat between us I asked how John was. She frowned at me knowing full well what I was doing, but she answered that John was fine. She even went further and told me that John had pretty much moved in. He still maintained his apartment but he spent nearly all of his time with her. I wanted to ask her how the sex was but I figured that would just accelerate things.
