Chapter 34: Inaugurating the New Year
Kaitlyn and I went off to find Jess and Vin. We were redirected from the den — where we’d expected to find them still playing video games — to a bedroom up on the second floor, way down at the end of a hallway. I cracked the door and saw two bared bodies doing the horizontal mambo, bodies I now knew well. I closed the door as quietly as I could, holding the latch back and releasing it only once the door was seated.
When I told Kaitlyn what I’d seen, she said, “They left the door unlocked, didn’t they? That’s as good as an invitation to enter in the Gutierrez house,” and she slid past me and walked in on them!
Jess and Vin continued on as if we weren’t there at all, trading quiet endearments and louder moans as they worked each others’ bodies with noteworthy skill. Kaitlyn and I sat down quietly on the dressing bench at the foot of the bed to watch their exertions, admiring the improvements in their form and technique.
“They really are getting quite good, aren’t they?” I whispered to Kaitlyn.
“Makes ya wonder,” she whispered back, “if we could somehow offer lessons to others.”
“Ridin’ awfully close to the prostitution line,” I opined, “even if we don’t directly participate with the students.”
“Perhaps,” she whispered simply, then returned to the show, the younger couple lit only in deep yellows and oranges from the low bedside reading light, making a warm, inviting scene.
They built to a crashing crescendo before us, Jess calling, “Oh, my Captain, my Captain, I’m almost there! Hit it hard!”
He increased his speed, whispering, “Oh my angel puss, my glorious heavenly angel puss!” and suchlike, making it a love mantra.
Jess began holding tight to him, lifting herself up off the bed as Vin plowed her heavenly fields, her eyes shut tight, her throat keening a constant wail. “Gimmmeegimmeeegimmeeeeeeeeyaaaiiiiiii!!!”
This must have coincided with her orgasm, because she held herself even tighter, pinching the skin of his back painfully in her throes of ecstasy, blasting him into his own release, “Ggggggggrrraaaaaahhhh!” His cock came to a sudden stop, now planted firmly inside his lover, his clenched buttocks shaking with the strength of their combined orgasm.
After their eyes had first reopened, then unlocked from the other’s, we slid up with them onto the bed, crowding it enjoyably, it being a full-sized bed rather than the king we’d shared with them several times back at Jess’ house.
“Didja see the other show?” Kaitlyn asked the couple.
“You and the Alexanders?” replied Jess. “Yeah, it’s kinda what started this,” waving up and down her nude body.
“That was hawt, y’all,” said Vin, drawing the adjective out.
“He all but dragged me back here.”
“You went willingly.”
“Aye, that I did,” Jess said with a sigh.
“Definitely still moving in together, then?” I asked, already certain of the answer now, but wanting to hear it nevertheless.
“Definitely,” Vin and Jess said together.
Kaitlyn and I gathered the other two up into a hug there on the bed, making a lover sandwich, me spooning Jess, Kaitlyn her brother, and the younger couple kissing postcoitally.
Kaitlyn and I rolled off then, she saying, “C’mon, the party’s peaking out there.”
Vin folded up into a kneeling pose, slid the used condom off his now-limp shaft, tied it off, and tossed it into a bedside trash can. It was then that I noticed a small bowl on the nightstand containing a few dozen more condoms. I knew I liked the Alexanders!
Wordlessly, Jess got up onto one elbow and sucked Vin clean, then rose up to join him in a deep-mouth kiss. I admired him for not flinching away from it: the razor dividing sex from lovemaking is forged from reciprocity. He’d come a long way from the immature high school kid I’d met months back.
We four went out into the party and got our dance on, Kaitlyn and I contractually unable to dress, our part-time nudist housemates not even thinking to dress until we saw the first people outside the bedroom. They stopped like spotlit deer, then Jess said, “Frack it,” and towed Vin onward down the hall.
Later that night, I remember seeing Jess’ gown and Vin’s tux hanging on the doorknob to the room they’d used earlier, ready for them to pick up. Magicians, those servants, I tell you!
Around 2am as the party was winding down, Kaitlyn spotted Molly walking back upstairs to their bedroom, Norman in tow, so we followed them up. I helped Molly out of her evening dress, and Kaitlyn helped Norman out of his tux. The four of us returned to the hot tub.
“We’ve never had a more successful New Years’ party, or a more successful winter party streak at all, for that matter. You two are the reason,” Molly said, once we were surrounded by bubbles again.
“It’s been an amazing ride for us, too,” replied Kaitlyn graciously.
“I’m sad to see it end,” I added.
“Who says it has to end?” asked Norman in a tone that suggested I might’ve proposed the end of all Christmases to come.
Molly went on, “We only have a few other small parties throughout the warmer months, rather private affairs. These three are our biggies, but what we were thinking, Norman and I, is that you’d come back up next Halloween.”
I was thinking that four hours is a long drive to go to a party, but Kaitlyn, ever the more social of us interrupted my thoughts saying, “Absolutely!”
“And maybe we could come down to the Moab area during the warmer months?” asked Norman diffidently. “Memorial Day, maybe? The 4th of July, that kind of thing?”
“You’d be most welcome,” I managed.
“Great! We’ve got a big motor home that doesn’t get nearly as many travel miles as it ought to for all the taxes we pay on the thing,” he said, putting on a bit of a grump. “We’d welcome an excuse to get it back on the road.”
“We’d be happy to be your guide to the canyonlands,” Kaitlyn said. “I was born down there, and I’ve been all over it, and Davie’s spent the last few years poking all over down there, too.”
We tossed ideas back and forth, planning our coming year, happier now that we knew we might not be seeing the last of our new friends.
When the bubbler shut off, Molly got up and said, “Come with me,” motioning at the three of us. She quickly toweled off and led us to their massive bed, crawling up onto it, sat near the far corner, then patted the duvet around her, inviting us to sit with her.
When we were clustered with her in the center of the bed, she said, “Norman and I, well, we’ve never, ah, swung, as it were, but after what we did out there tonight, we were talking and…”
She trailed off at this, but I knew what she was saying, so I leaned over and kissed her on the lips; she kissed back, adding tongue.
When we broke our kiss, we saw Norman and Kaitlyn in an embrace, slowly rolling away from us back to the other side of the bed, so I returned my attention to Molly, pulling her down with me into a deeper kiss.
I see no reason to give many details of what all we did together, but I will reveal a few things.
First, we were up until about 4am.
Second, when Kaitlyn had tired out Norman, I sat back with him companionably against the headboard while Kaitlyn finished tiring out Molly. I could have done it, but Kaitlyn asked nicely, so I graciously let her.
Third, Kaitlyn and I used our new magical trickle charging technique to fully heal Norman and Molly Alexander: we each dumped our full magical reserves into them, recharged ourselves with sex magic, then dumped what we collected back into our partner. Again and again we did this until we were left with problems no bigger than moles and vocal cords made ragged from shouts of joy.
Fourth, when we woke in their bed about 10am the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on their bedroom door, Molly got up, still starkers, and waved in her servants who laid out a wonderful breakfast-in-bed for us. On my bed tray was a note from Jess, which read:
We’re downstairs in the same bedroom you found us in before. We might be ready to leave by noon or so. OK?
And fifth, we didn’t get out of there by noon after all.
Later in the car riding back to Jess’ house, we learned a sixth salient detail.
Jess was speaking from the drivers’ seat, Kaitlyn being in the back with me, the two of us needing the Nude-Mobile’s concealment. “Shortly after you two disappeared upstairs with the Alexanders that second time, the party just seemed to shut down, all at once.”
“Yeah, like magic,” chortled Vin sarcastically at this from the front passenger’s seat.
“Y’see, you two,” continued Jess, ignoring him, “almost everybody either found themselves so horny they ran for the exits, desperate to get home to their own beds, or they found themselves running for any soft space they could get to in the Alexanders’ house: bedrooms, couches, padded window seats, the patio furniture in the solarium… Everything! I was lucky that Vin saw what was going on quickly enough to lead me off to that bedroom you got that peep show in last night.”
When we didn’t object to this characterization, Jess went on, “We even had a couple come in at one point and beg to use the dressing bench you two sat on earlier that night! We didn’t pay too much attention to them, but I think we created a feedback loop between ourselves, our cries of ecstasy urging the other couple on, and theirs doing the same for us.”
“Wow…” Kaitlyn breathed with a wistful sigh, realizing the scope of what we’d done.
Jess resumed, “I was talking to a few of the other overnight guests this morning, waiting for you two to come down, and one of ’em told me even those two tux-clad servants got dragged off to their own bedrooms by party guests last night. They have private quarters down past the kitchen, you know.” Jess waited for that revelation to settle, then added cheekily, “Now I wonder what could have caused all that?”
“Kaitlyn and I… Well, we might’ve just cut a bit loose last night,” I replied lamely.
“You two,” Jess said, “are dangerous.”