Chapter 8: The Accidental Menage, Part One
I awoke the next morning to the sound of pounding on the door. I stole a quick look at the clock. Seven-thirty. Seven-frickin'-thirty on Sunday morning. What kind of person would just show up at the house at seven-thirty on Sunday morning?
Natalie just turned over in my slightly undersized bed, facing the wall and using her butt to push me out. Hey, lady, I'm tired, too. Nine o'clock, eleven o'clock, three o'clock — who did she think I was, Superman? I had to admit, though, it was my house. If either of us were going to answer the door at this hour, it should probably be me. I sighed, slipped out of the covers, and pulled on my shorts. After I tiptoed out of the room, I strode down the stairs into the foyer, not even bothering to turn the lights on.
"Yes?" I said impatiently as I yanked open the door.
I was propelled back through the darkened hallway by a force of nature. She kicked the door shut behind herself.
"Your mom called me last night," Laura said giddily as she shrugged herself out of the trench coat that she had worn and let it drop to the floor. The thin pieces of cloth she was wearing underneath, a dark silk teddy and matching pair of panties, stunned me into continued silence. "She said you would be all alone this week and asked me to check up on you. David finished his laundry last night, and he left first thing this morning. So I decided to check up on you second thing."
By now I had retreated nearly all through the hallway and into the kitchen. I was vaguely aware that she held something in her hands. The door jamb stopped me, and I watched Laura drop to her knees in front of me and reach toward me, toward the waistband of my shorts. Oh, God. Even with a gorgeous woman sleeping upstairs, I had no more self-control than a dog presented with a T-bone. I closed my eyes. I felt Laura's hands on my wrists, and heard a quiet, unexpected click. I opened my eyes to find Laura staring up at me with a smile on her face. Then I realized my hands were cuffed behind my back.
"Laura?" I said sternly.
And then the pounding on the front door resumed.
"Who the fuck is that?" Laura looked toward the foyer and then back up at me. "I mean, what kind of person would just show up at your house at seven-thirty on Sunday morning?"
I executed a classic double-take.
"You did," I hissed.
"Besides me," she stood up and patted my cheek. "How many me's are there?"
That's what I was afraid of.
"Just ignore it," she advised. "It'll go away."
But I hadn't locked the door, and both of our eyes widened as we heard the door begin to open. Laura ducked back out of sight, leaving me standing there in a pair of shorts and a pair of handcuffs. In the dim light, I could only tell that the newcomer was wearing a trench coat like Laura's. And when she dropped it on the floor next to Laura's I could tell that she was wearing a teddy and panty set like Laura's. And, also like Laura, she held something in her hands.
"I came to check up on you," Pam said as she stared at my shorts. "But I see you're already up. I knew you'd be an early riser. I brought Mr. V and Mr. Z."
Laura stepped out to join me in the door.
"Well, why don't you just take your two friends and go on back home, honey?" she snapped.
"Laura?" Pam asked.
"Pam?" Laura leaned forward to try to penetrate the darkness.
The only thing lacking at this point was Natalie, who announced her arrival by switching on the lights in the hallway. She was completely naked.
"What is all the noise?"
She looked around at the frozen tableau, the three people blinking in the bright light.
"Your two older girlfriends are these... fossils?"
The way Natalie giggled out the word "fossils" broke the spell. Pam started giggling as well, and Laura joined right in.
"This is very funny, ladies," I tried to be the adult. "Now could someone please take these off?"
I turned to show Pam and Natalie my handcuffs.
"You own a pair of handcuffs?" Natalie asked me.
"They're hers," I nodded at Laura.
"I see. And what did you bring?" Natalie turned on Pam, who slowly brought out the hands she had been trying to hide behind her back. "A vibrator and a zucchini?"
Natalie walked over to where I was standing and took hold of the handcuffs.
"All right," she said. "Everybody upstairs. You two first. No, wait. Did you both park in the driveway?"
Pam and Laura nodded.
"Honestly," Natalie sighed. "What do you suppose Mrs. Parsons will say when she sees that? Go pull your cars into my driveway. I'll meet you upstairs.
Natalie propelled me up the stairs, and when I started to make the turn into my room, she stopped me with a jerk on the cuffs.
"Not there. Bed's too small. Down the hall."
"But that's Mom and Dad's room," I pointed out.
"No!" Natalie giggled. "Come on, studly. According to your mom, the bed probably needs the business. I'm sure the sheets are clean."
Of course they were. I'd done them yesterday, hadn't I?
We waited there for the others to join us, and in another minute, we were all settled on the bed. Pam and Laura efficiently stripped off the bedspread and blanket. Natalie efficiently stripped off my shorts, and pushed me to a seated position against the headboard. She was sitting to my left, with Pam and Laura in front of us.
"Leave the cuffs on, naughty boy," she waggled her finger in front of me as she saw my arms moving behind my back. "Or your friends will have to take their toys and go play at home."
She wrapped her slender right hand around my cock and slowly began stroking her thumb all the way from the base up to the crown of the head.
"Whereas if you're nice, maybe they'll find something to play with here."
I stopped struggling.
"First of all, ladies," Natalie looked at my new guests. "I'd like to thank you for training my new playmate. I'm a little hurt that neither of you mentioned it last month, when we were, uh, dishing the dirt in the living room. But since I'm obviously the new girl in the group, I'll tell my story first."
Natalie proceeded to relate, in explicit, often pornographic detail, all of the events of the last thirty-six hours of her life. Pam and Laura sympathized up to a point: the point at which Natalie told how she had announced her intention to teach me to satisfy my older lovers. After that, they started laughing. They stopped quickly, though, when she described the deliciously slow way that I had gotten her ready, the rhythmic in-and-out of our coupling, and finally her release into blissful oblivion.
Halfway through, Pam pulled aside her panties and pushed her vibrator inside herself.
"Hey," Laura complained.
"You can have the zucchini," Pam held it out with a nasty grin.
"I don't want your fucking zucchini," Laura said as I started shaking with laughter.
"Girls, girls, girls," Natalie shook her head. She reached out with her left hand to my mother's bedside table. Pulling the drawer open, she fished out a similar vibrator and tossed it to Laura.
"How did you know that would be there?" I asked in shock.
