Kasey woke alone. Light was shining through the open blinds and she stretched subconsciously, noticing a delightful soreness between her legs. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, yawned, then looked again.
She sat bolt upright.
"Shit!"
Naked, she looked around the room, trying to locate her clothes. She was late for her first class but if she left right now she could make her gen studies class. She ran out of the bedroom, still naked, and did a sliding stop on the hardwood floor when she turned the corner.
Jason and Charlotte were sitting at the kitchen table in their robes, Jason sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. Charlotte was midbite of a waffle. They both turned and stared at her.
"Good morning, sunshine," Jason said with a smirk.
"I'm so sorry I overslept!" Kasey babbled as she tried to calmly walk past them. "I'll make it up to you about breakfast, I promise but I'm so late for class right now."
Charlotte smiled, "You have class on Saturday?"
"No, I just..." Kasey stopped. "It's Saturday?"
"Sure is."
"Oh." The anxiety of being late was replaced by the embarrassment of standing naked in the open. "I guess I don't... Still, I better go."
"Nonsense," Charlotte said standing up. "Sit and have breakfast." She gently directed Kasey to the table and pulled a chair out for her. "And don't worry about breakfast, after the night you gave us last night, whew. We owe you a morning off."
Charlotte went behind the kitchen island and began busying herself. "You're not the only one that can cook."
Jason folded his paper and tucked it under his plate. "When I woke up I found her banging around the kitchen, and found that she had rediscovered the waffle press that someone had gotten us for our wedding and was busy making batter. I think you broke something loose in her."
"Nonsense, simply reenergized by amazing sex. And starving."
Kasey smiled despite herself, "It was pretty fun."
"Pretty fun?" Charlotte exclaimed. "Just pretty fun?" She darted around from behind the kitchen island and flicked the spatula at her, flinging a gob of waffle batter. The gob hit Kasey directly on her right breast.
Kasey, shocked, looked down at the waffle batter sliding down her tit and burst out laughing.
"Okay, okay." She said, scooping the batter off herself not unlike she'd done with Jason's cum, and slid her fingers into her mouth. "That might have been the best night of my life."
"Many more to come, I hope," Jason said, sipping coffee.
Kasey blushed. "So, how does this work now?" Kasey felt less conscious about her nakedness. "I'm new to this whole thing but you guys, like, do this a lot. Right?"
"Not quite." Jason started. "We've had live-in help before. And we have friends in the lifestyle but this is new territory for us too."
"There was a girl before you," Charlotte interjected. "She wasn't as open to the idea as you were. She lasted a few weeks, and quit suddenly after an incident."
"And she couldn't cook worth a damn," Jason said. "She wasn't prudish, just..."
"She attempted to fuck Jason without my knowledge," Charlotte said. "She was sneaky. Couldn't wrap her head around the idea that I was okay with it."
"Trust is important to us. We had fooled around a little. I told her I had to discuss it with Charlotte and she became... upset."
"I'm okay with sharing, she was not okay with me knowing."
"So, she just quit?" Charlotte asked.
"Yes," Charlotte said. "Thankfully she had the decency to keep her mouth shut."
"Your secret." Kasey blurted out. "This lifestyle? I won't say anything. I promise. You guys are really awesome and I like it here."
"Aww, we know, dear. And we trust you." Charlotte came out of the kitchen with a plate she set in front of Kasey: two waffles, strawberries, whipped cream, and syrup. It looked unhealthy and amazing.
Kasey took a bite. "Damn, Mrs. Lance. Respect the skills."
"I found there's a big difference between being able to cook and being able to cook healthy. I'm excellent when the recipe calls for sugar."
***
After breakfast, Kasey excused herself for a shower in the guesthouse. She felt both overwhelmed and entirely satisfied. The Lances had plans to meet up with friends today and that left Kasey time to think about what had just happened.
As near-scalding water washed away last night's activities, she contemplated her part in all this. She wasn't ashamed of any of it. Quite opposite, she felt exhilarated by it. She felt she'd just been a part of an extreme of human sexuality. Like she was an explorer of sorts. She waited for the feelings of embarrassment or shame to hit her during this downtime, but they didn't. Decent societal norms told her that what she'd done made her slutty or a whore but she didn't feel like that at all. She checked, she was still just Kasey.
Her phone alerted her she had a text as she was drying herself.
Paddleboarding and mimosas bitch!
Meghan Mitchell was her only real friend at school. They met last year in their first-semester biology class. They both found it ridiculous that a culinary school required them to take general education classes like a normal college. They both sat in the back, studied together, and eked out a respectable B- for the class. Meghan was specializing as a pastry chef and, though she didn't look like it, ate her weight in croissants and cake every few days.
I'm so fucking down for that, she texted back.
They exchanged a few more texts ironing out the details. Kasey dressed in her bikini and threw a light cotton sundress over it.
Meghan pulled up to the house about a half-hour later, her old beat-up 4-Runner looking out of place in the upscale neighborhood.
"I can't believe you fucking live here," Meghan exclaimed when Kasey hopped in the front seat.
"It's pretty cool, huh?"
"Pretty cool? Pretty cool is when you get caught speeding and the cop only gives you a warning. You hit the fucking jackpot."
"Yeah, I guess I did." Kasey blushed.
Kasey thought Meghan was one of the coolest chicks she'd ever befriended. She was what tom-boys grew up to become: outdoorsy, preferring craft beer over wine, and going hiking over getting her hair done. She had tattoos and piercings and her dirty blonde hair had generous blue and teal streaks through it. Kasey thought she was a badass.
They chatted excitedly as Meghan drove. Their differing specialties meant they didn't have any of the same classes this semester. School and work conspired to keep them apart.
Kasey told her about the Lances, editing out her recent transformation into a sex-crazed lunatic.
"They sound cool as shit. A little weird for a childless couple to hire a hot college student as a maid, but hey, who am I to judge? I bet the husband has some ulterior motives. Wink, wink," she teased, nudging Kasey with an elbow.
You have no idea, Kasey thought. "It's not like that. They're really cool. And they've been good to me."
"Sounds like it."
"How's your boyfriend?" Kasey asked, changing the subject. "Ben, right?"
"Oh, that's over. Dude spent more time playing video games than hanging out with me. And once you got past his good looks, he was boring."
They drove to the lake just outside the city. It was reasonably large but motored boats were not allowed, leaving it free for swimming, kayaking, and paddle boarding. It was getting hot and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Perfect weather for day drinking and water sports, Kasey mused.
They parked and while Kasey sprayed herself down with sunscreen, Meghan opened the trunk revealing a cooler. Inside was a bottle of OJ and one of champagne. She busied herself mixing the two in a large water bottle.
The rental spot was a small building at the edge of the water. It guarded the small marina of paddle boats and stand-up boards.
The girls walked up to the booth, housing a bored teenage lifeguard. He was a surfer type; shaggy hair, tanned, swimmer's build.
"We'd like to rent two paddleboards, please," Meghan said.
The lifeguard perked up when he saw her. "Sure. For how long?"
"Just for a couple of hours."
"Two boards for two hours. That'll be eighty bucks."
"Eighty bucks? For two hours?" Meghan exclaimed.
The lifeguard sighed, "Yeah, I know. Prices went up."
"I can cover it," Kasey offered.
"No, I got a better idea." Meghan looked around, making sure no one was in earshot. "How about a trade?"
The lifeguard raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Such as?"
"How about half off and Kasey here will show you her tits?"
"Meg! What the hell?" Kasey swatted at her friend, who ducked away, laughing.
"C'mon, what do you say?"
The lifeguard grinned but shook his head, "You know the internet exists right? Seeing tits isn't much of a novelty."
"What if it was both of us?"
As if to elaborate on her offer, Meghan pulled Kasey close, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing her boob. Kasey now just rolled her eyes. She tried this same trick to a bouncer last semester when they tried to sneak into a club. It didn't work.
"He is kind of cute, right?" Meghan whispered into her ear.
Kasey shrugged, but couldn't help but smile at her friend's antics.
"We are basically talking about two free hours." The lifeguard began, "how much time you got?"
"We're not fucking you," Meghan said, feigning outrage. "But..." She glanced at Kasey. "we could make something work..."
"A bit of a show?" Kasey asked, mostly to Meghan.
Now it was the lifeguard's turn to look around, "Okay, but come in here."
He opened the door to the small one-room building, letting in the girls. It was mostly a storage shed for the various rental gear.
Kasey couldn't help but giggle, of course, this would happen, and her idea nonetheless.
