Chapter 21: The Season for Giving
We got inside and re-dressed, then got out onto the dance floor. We’d just banished the snow chill with vigorous dancing when we heard Molly Alexander back on the PA system: “Friends! It is now time for the gift exchange! When I call your name, come up and select any of the gifts under the tree, then take it back out to the floor and wait for everyone to get theirs. We’ll open them all together.”
She then began reading off names in rapid order, not waiting for each one to make their selection before reading the next, just setting the queueing order. When the queue had gotten to 10 deep, she slowed and maintained the level by pacing the reading of new names to match the selection of each gift from under the tree.
I picked something hidden in the back because of my contrary nature, and Kaitlyn picked something small and sparkly on top of the pile because of her open and optimistic nature.
When the time came to open our presents, Kaitlyn found a beautiful jewelry box beneath the wrapping. She began to get excited. Then she opened the jewelry box and found…a set of D&D dice, but with random mathematical labels on the faces. About half of the faces appeared to contain an integer no less than 10 and some several digits, and the rest contained proper fractions, decimal fractions, the irrational constants π and e, and even a few small equations. I thought they were hilarious, but I think Kaitlyn didn’t quite get it. Ya hafta be a real nerd for that one.
I then opened my box, which was much larger than Kaitlyn’s, finding in it a ceramic garden sculpture…of a T-Rex stomping through a frightened crowd of tiny garden gnomes, two trapped under one of its massive feet, one held tight in a hand claw, another being bloodily crunched in its mouth. I decided this was even better than the dice, and I hugged it to my breast gleefully. Kaitlyn stared at me like I was a loon. I expect she’s right.
Jess and Vin were nearby, so when we looked over to them, we saw that they’d opened theirs already, too.
Jess had a small round tin, the sort historically used for medicines and creams and such, which had a professionally printed label on it saying, “Plutonium Nuggets,” and giving several scary scientific looking data points, symbols, and warnings about its contents. Jess opened it, displaying the chocolate caramel candies inside. When Jess saw the dice, she immediately began haggling with Kaitlyn for them, and a trade was made in seconds, both women immensely happier with their new acquisitions.
Vin had a rather large box, which he tilted toward us, displaying his new fuzzy pink bunny slippers. He took his shoes and socks off, put them in the box, and put the slippers on. He wore them the rest of the night.
Then we began looking around the crowd to see if we could spot the presents we’d brought, to match them to faces.
The recipients of what Kaitlyn and I had brought found us first, since it was pretty obvious to anyone paying attention who’d put these under the tree: bikinis made from the same cloth as our snow elf costumes, one in each color. We’d chosen that partly because we had them as failed experiments — no better than the exercise shorts despite their skimpier coverage — and partly because we knew they’d fit almost anyone within reason by nature of their side-ties. We told the recipients all about how we’d made them and our own costumes and made suggestions for care of the garments.
One recipient was a man and said his wife would love it before melting back into the crowd.
The other was a woman who excused herself after getting the run-down, walking off toward the huge house’s foyer. Had we scared her off? Was she running for her car? But about a minute later, we saw her return wearing the somewhat daring bikini bottoms as panties under her Christmas sweater. She looked good in them, and we told her so. She said she’d left her slacks and underwear in the coat check room with a rather shocked young man, making us all laugh out loud.
After the woman left us, we looked around and found a man with a Star Trek toy phaser with only one button labeled “Off” that, when pressed, turned off any TV within its narrow beam. Several of the TVs the Alexanders had running festive video loops turned off before one of the tux-clad men came by and had a quiet word with him, the TVs turning back on as soon as the man, grinning like a maniac, had his attitude tweaked back to good sociability. It didn’t seem to dampen his mood, which was ebullient with the memory of power.
A minute later, we saw the gift that Jess made at the small electronics workbench in her home office: a box with a single toggle switch on top that, when flipped, caused a robotic hand to emerge from the box, flip the switch back off, and retreat inside. I’d almost selected that one for myself, knowing which box it was, but I decided that would be cheating. Besides, I could get Jess to make me another. It’d made me giggle for about half an hour back at the house when she’d shown it to us. It was just so wonderfully, I don’t know, nihilistic? The box just said, “Nope” to me, refusing even to use the alphabet to achieve its message, yet communicating it clearly anyway by giving a lone robotic finger to the outside world. It was glorious. The recipient seemed to be enjoying it, too.
Once Molly saw that the conversations resulting from the gifts were dying down, she spoke once again into the microphone, “All right, my friends, thank you all so much for coming and for your generosity! That’s the end of the planned events tonight, but you’re welcome to stay. The DJ will be here for another few hours, so enjoy yourselves! Good night, everyone!” Then she clicked the microphone off and strode over to us.
“You two have one more massage to deliver before you return home,” she said coyly, looking at Kaitlyn and I.
We just looked at Jess, who took the hint and turned to her boyfriend, saying, “Vin, I think you and I need to go find something now. Like a bedroom.”
We all smiled at them as Vin grinned shakily back. As those two walked away hand in hand down a hallway and began trying doorknobs, Kaitlyn and I returned our attention to our hosts, who led us upstairs to their bedroom at the top of the house.
Inside, we saw that the massage tables were already here and set up, but Norman Alexander was in the hot tub, and Molly began stripping off to join him, dropping her clothes in a line along the way to the tub, so we joined in, actually beating her into the tub since we had so much less on than she did.
Molly made a wonderful sight stepping down into the tub. All three of us watched her intently. We’d learned from Jess that the couple was about 48, but she had the leisure time and money now to keep herself in good shape.
The Alexanders had been at school together, graduated together, and got a job at the same startup right at the peak of the dotcom boom. They’d been lucky enough to be employed by one of the companies that survived The Bubble long enough for their stock options to vest, and they cashed out as multimillionaires, now living largely off the interest accruing from their investments, throwing parties like this to keep up a social life now that they were out of the rat race.
Molly returned an appreciative smile to her audience, put an arm around her husband, and kissed him soundly.
“Awwww!” Kaitlyn and I said together, teasingly.
Molly turned and splashed us, and we all laughed. “I know you two are pretty lovey-dovey yourselves,” she said when we’d settled.
“Sure, but we’re newlyweds,” I pointed out. “It’s truly precious to see you two still at it. I hope Kaitlyn and I can be as loving when we’re your age.”
“You make me feel so old!” she grumped comically.
“You look great,” I said honestly.
Kaitlyn agreed, saying, “I hope I look as good then, too!”
“Jess tells me you two are pretty active,” Norman said. “Keep that up and you’ll be fine old buzzards like us!”
Kaitlyn and I had a secret card up our sleeves. We expected our healing magic to keep us looking young into old age, and maybe even extend that age, too. It was just speculation, since we didn’t know any other mages, but it stood to reason.
Molly said, “So, you two stuck us for four grand tonight. Now, I’m not accusing you two of anything with the count, but I was kind of amazed that you squeezed eight orgasms out of Maeve in 15 minutes. Less, now that I think about it; it looked like you got off to a rough start.”
“She kind of froze,” explained Kaitlyn, “so we offered to assist, and you saw the result.”
“And I don’t begrudge you that at all, but eight? I love this man dearly, but eight orgasms in a long night of lovemaking is doing pretty good I thought, until tonight anyway.”
I looked at Kaitlyn and nodded at her to continue, not wanting to get between our generous hosts. She began carefully, “I’m not entirely sure what you’re asking, Mrs. Alexander.”
“Molly!” she corrected. “I want you to show me. No, show Norman! Now that I know the golden egg could be here in my bedroom on demand, I want to hang onto it!”
“Well, Molly,” began Kaitlyn, “I wonder if — with your permission of course, Norman! — we showed you, rather than told you? Every woman’s different, so it’d be better if we worked out what turns you on rather than report what turned Maeve on anyway.”
“You’re offering to repeat your feat with Molly, do to her what you did to Maeve?” asked Norman guardedly.
“Yes, but once again, with your permission only, both of you,” Kaitlyn said.
“And up here, of course, not back down in the solarium,” I put in.
“Unless that’s what you want!” interjected Kaitlyn with a challenging smile.
“No!” barked Molly in surprise. “No, here in my own bedroom is definitely good,” she said, laughing nervously. Then she turned to her husband and said, “How about it, babe? Can I have this?”
“Can I watch?” he returned.
She told him, “You not only may, you must: you are the student here, Norman.”
Her husband replied solemnly, “You’ve got it, my love.”
Kaitlyn and I had charged ourselves up with magic while making the snow angels, so we were quite prepared to repeat our feat with Maeve on Molly, but she didn’t get out of the tub, just kind of wiggled and bounced a bit, clearly psyching herself up. It was one thing to ask, another to do. We waited her out.
“Oh all right, let’s do it!” she said with sudden decision, standing fast enough to send small wavelets over the edge of the tub.
Through some residuum of the magical bond we’d shared in the snowy back yard, Kaitlyn and I chorused “Yay!” in our snow elf voices at this, causing Norman to belt out a belly laugh as we three climbed out after his wife.
We all dried off then stepped lightly over to the bed, the three of us taking up one side of its broad expanse, Norman sitting in one corner, his back to the headboard, looking like an eager fan at a sporting event about to get started.
“Want to switch places?” I whispered into Kaitlyn’s ear.
“You mean me down there, on her?” she replied, and I nodded my head. “I’ve, um, never done a woman before,” she replied softly, eyes down. Then she met my eyes and whispered back, “Besides, I think Norman wants to watch you work, to learn from you.”
I nodded, then whispered back, “And no mage-egg type cheats, right? Only stuff Norm can in principle replicate?” Kaitlyn nodded in agreement.
“All right,” I said in a normal tone, letting the Alexanders know we’d arranged things between us. “We’ve agreed I should take the same position as downstairs with Maeve. Is that all right with you two?”
Molly just nodded her head, and Norman added, “I’d actually assumed it.”
“Good,” I said to the pair. “Ready, Molly?”
She drew in an unsteady breath, let it out, closed her eyes, looked me straight in mine and said, “Ready.”
I looked over at the bedside alarm clock and said, “It’s 10:22.” Then I slipped a finger into her, it going easily in with the anticipation she’d built up with our talk of sex. I started out slowly, exploring this new space, observing how Molly’s body reacted to various motions, pressures, caresses. I watched the nerves tingle, focusing on the most powerful effects, quickly wringing a “Yaaaaaannnnhh!” from her, tongue tip trapped between her teeth, head up in a surprised contraction. I’d gotten her attention; now to hold onto it.
Kaitlyn started in on her breasts, stroking them softly and flicking her tongue over the nipples. Then she did something we hadn’t done with Maeve: she gave her a soft and girly tongue kiss; Molly clearly loved it! Shortly after Kaitlyn returned to Molly’s breasts, I felt the rhythmic pulsing of Molly’s first orgasm on my finger, she calling out a loud, “Ahhahhahhannnngggghh!” Her knees pulled up to her chest and clamped together, trapping my finger inside her passage, her head up off the pillow in a tight ecstatic crunch.
I looked at the clock: it was still 10:22, and I announced, “One” just loudly enough to be heard over Molly’s panting.
As she released me, the ripples still showing through her stomach muscles, I slipped a second finger up her loosening passage and resumed the stroking, adding strokes of my tongue shortly after. This almost immediately sent her into a second orgasm, which I judged to be separate, not an aftershock of the first, so I said, “Two!”
Kaitlyn then began to narrate what I was doing to Molly for Norman’s benefit, she having been on the receiving end many times now, and he paid avid attention. A minute later, perhaps egged on by the explicit description, Molly orgasmed once again. “Three!” I called, then motioned Norman over while Molly recovered.
He slipped a lone finger inside his wife, responding to my cue wiggling one finger. Molly was ready for two, but I wanted him to work up to it like I did, for educational value.
I sat on the opposite side of Molly from my own wife, and we split responsibility for her erogenous zones, each taking half. While we worked, I kept a magical eye on how Norman was doing, giving quiet suggestions, acting as his external feedback mechanism. As I saw him pick up on the subtle signals Molly was giving off, I tapered my advice back to silence, letting him take over.
Molly began to moan once again, panting, “Oh Norman, oh Norm, oh Norm, oh Norm, just like thaaaaaattt! Eeeeeeeyyyyyyyeaaahhhhgg!” and she clamped up into a tight fetal pose just as for her first orgasm with me. I glanced across the bed over Kaitlyn’s shoulder and saw the clock: 10:24! We were going to beat the record, and we wouldn’t even have to cheat.
I checked Molly’s body for irritation or injury and found nothing related to our activity tonight, though her feet were kind of messed up. Probably too much high heel wearing, I decided, but I deferred work on that. We had a task in hand already.
I wiggled two fingers together at Norman, mouthing “two” for emphasis, and he inserted a second finger inside his wife and began making ‘come here’ gestures inside, making her resume her moaning and panting.
Kaitlyn gave him a flicker of the tongue, and he took that direction, too, beginning to lick his wife’s vulva cautiously. Had they never done that? Astonishing if so!
I checked his work magically and found that he was at least getting the right spots. Well, maybe he had given his wife cunnilingus before, but he clearly wasn’t very practiced at it.
“Keeeep it up, Norm please!” she panted at him, so he redoubled his efforts, trying to mimic what he’d seen me do to her. “Yes, yes, just like that, Norm!”
Magically, I saw his hand stop moving, so I mimed the finger motions at him and he nodded, resuming the complementary stimulation while Kaitlyn and I returned our attentions to Molly’s nipples, sending her over the edge once again. “Four!” Kaitlyn called out, my mouth being full of Molly’s matronly nipples at the time.
Once Molly calmed enough to speak again, she turned to my wife and said through her panting, “Now you!”
“Me?” Kaitlyn asked, stunned.
“You!” Molly demanded, grunting at her husband’s continued stimulations. “Please!”
Kaitlyn looked at Norman, and he just shrugged and moved aside. “Davie?” she said, turning to me.
I sent a spike of love through Molly to her, saying aloud, “I want you to have this experience sometime. Anything wrong with now?”
Kaitlyn’s eyes got a bit dewy, and she blinked hard, then said, “Thank you, Davie,” and she moved down to where Norman had been working before.
Kaitlyn’s technique was different again from both of ours, softer, more tentative, but still eliciting contractions, grunts, pants and moans from Molly.
“Oh, Kaitlyn!” Molly panted, “You’re a natural! Keep it up, up, uuuuuppp!” This latter rose into a loud squeak, and Kaitlyn lifted her head up from between Molly’s legs, saying, “Five!” as she continued working her fingers inside the other woman’s passage.
I looked at the clock and it said 10:28. Despite the delays in partner change-overs, especially that last one, we were still technically ahead of schedule, but I knew the later orgasms would be harder won.
Kaitlyn knew it, too, so she delved her senses deep into Molly’s core, working her with greater surety, tonguing and fingering with purpose and verve, Norman and I working the rest of her body.
“Oh my goo-ooooo-ooood!” Molly panted. “Hah, hah, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhggghhh!”
I saw Kaitlyn’s head try to come up once again, but Molly had it trapped between clenched thighs, so I called out “Six!” on her behalf while Molly wailed her ecstasy to the ceiling.
Norman began kissing his wife passionately as soon as her yells subsided, but Kaitlyn remained trapped for several seconds more.
When Molly finally let her go, she panted comically at me, pretending to be badly out of breath, making me smile and inadvertently bite at the nipple I had in my mouth at the time, extracting a “Yipe!” from Molly.
Norman looked up to see what’d happened, then inferred the cause of his wife’s reaction from my embarrassed grin, so he got down onto the other nipple and gave it a gentler nibble.
“Aaaiiithtth!” Molly exclaimed while I tongued gently around my side’s areola, pushing a bit of magical power into the nipple to heal the minor damage I’d done, causing her to sigh now in pure enjoyment.
Molly was once again building towards a crescendo from Kaitlyn’s ministrations, grunting and gasping. Kaitlyn was working even harder now, determined to meet our goal.
Norman and I just sat back on our heels and watched the show this time.
“Oh, dearie, that’s hah so goooo-ooood! Hah, hah, yahhhh, hah, haaaaiiiiiyyaaaahhhhh!” she called out, her knees once again clamping on Kaitlyn’s head, so I called out “Seven!” for her.
When Kaitlyn got free, she beckoned me over while Molly flopped limply back to the bed, her feet together and knees apart, flat on the bed, head on the pillow, recovering her breath.
I quickly swapped positions with Kaitlyn and cracked my knuckles ostentatiously, drawing a bark of laughter from Norman and a smack on the arm from Kaitlyn. I grinned and looked at the clock: 10:31. No problem at all. I leaned down and got to work.
I dove into my work as seriously as I’d ever done with Kaitlyn, determined now to shatter our performance record downstairs, not merely meet it. I made Molly’s minge my whole world, magically monitoring my work closely, ratcheting her higher and higher as rapidly as I could, occasionally feeling the thumps of her convulsing thighs on my ears, hearing the rush of her rapidly beating heart through the thick veins running near their surfaces, but no longer paying attention to Molly’s grunts, moans, pants and calls, much less to time, focusing purely on my task.
I didn’t stop until I noticed she was calling, “Enough! Enough, Davie!” that I began to ease her down.
“Fourteen,” Kaitlyn whispered, a proud smile on her face. She’d been in Molly’s position before several times. This was the first time she’d seen it from the outside, but she knew what was going on inside Molly even without using her mage senses.
Norman’s face looked awed, and his jaw hung slackly, though his cock was stiff as an iron rod, clearly very turned on by our performance. I just sort of shrugged at him, trying for modesty, but he shook his head and began to chuckle.
“You see that it’s possible,” I told him. “You just need practice.”
“Oh my goodness, yes, we will definitely practice!” croaked Molly, her throat somewhat abused of late, her body laying limply on the bed, thoroughly exhausted.
I moved around to her side on the bed, put my arms under Molly and made eyes at the other two until they joined in, Kaitlyn on her other side and Norman supporting her head and shoulders. I then slowly began to stand, watching the others to do it smoothly, and we carried Molly over to the massage table.
I began working on her shoe-abused feet while Kaitlyn got Norman settled down on the other table and began working on him. I healed all of Molly’s minor irritations the same as I’d done for Maeve perhaps an hour earlier.
Kaitlyn and I gave our hosts a good half hour massage, keeping it mostly therapeutic, though we also gave our clients a bit of an erotic tweak now and then. By the time we were done, the Alexanders were ready for round two. Or was it fifteen?
We returned to the bed, Norman wordlessly sliding into his wife as she crawled across the bed on all fours, unable to hold back any longer, pumping several times and then climaxing, clearly overwrought from the show earlier. “Sorry, babe,” he panted.
“What are you talking about, my love?” she queried, flopping down onto her back and pulling him down atop her into an embrace. “You’re due thirteen more orgasms tonight!”
“Good thing I updated my will last month, then,” he joked, then kissed her deeply.
I did the same to Kaitlyn then slid into her in missionary position, we two just as worked up from the lengthy foreplay with Molly, but both of us well practiced in holding off our orgasms. Now that we were able to use some power while nude but in contact with a bed, we were even better at it. We couldn’t go indefinitely like we could out in raw nature, but we could still weary the most hardened of porn movie crews. We chose instead to build slowly to a crescendo over some 15 minutes, reaching a simultaneous orgasm together, the world shut away as we made love.
When rationality returned, we saw that the Alexanders were once again coupling, slowly in missionary position like we had been.
We watched them make love from our spooning position, waiting out my refractory period, the two of us having agreed before we’d gotten married never to magically push our bodies to more orgasms than we could stand naturally. We’d decided it put us at the same risk as drugs of abuse and for the same reason: sex was a way to mainline oxytocin and dopamine, but our bodies had developed methods for controlling it, one of which had caused Molly to shout her concession to me earlier. I’d technically violated this by healing her pounded pussy, but I didn’t want to leave poor Norman hanging tonight, so I’d justified healing her during the massage. I wouldn’t be doing it for her twice tonight, that much was certain.
When Kaitlyn felt me get hard between her buttocks, I felt her making a move to get up, but I rolled onto my back first, taking her with me, a signal that I wanted her in reverse cowgirl. That way, we could both watch the Alexanders. Kaitlyn climbed on me and we went again, choosing to finish at the same time as the Alexanders, making a rare 4-way simultaneous orgasm.
I sent Kaitlyn a signal through our magical bond, and she climbed off, spun around, and sat on my face. I cleaned my dripping sperm out of her and sent her to three more orgasms in more or less the same way as I’d done for Molly earlier. Kaitlyn signaled ‘enough’ to me through the bond, and we lay there recovering for a while. The Alexanders had clearly been watching the whole time, enjoying the private sex show we put on for them.
“Beautiful,” Molly whispered.
“Amazing,” added Norman.
I got up and kissed Molly on her lips, and Kaitlyn kissed Norman the same way. They didn’t return the kisses, so we got up off the bed and returned to the hot tub, followed shortly by the Alexanders.
Molly was the first to speak. “How did you two learn to do that?”
“I do come from the land of the Kama Sutra,” I pointed out, laying the accent on a bit thick.
“I think he grew up in a brothel and his aunties all taught him extra after-school lessons,” opined Kaitlyn, “but he denies this.”
I just smiled and enjoyed the hot tub while the others laughed.
15 minutes later the timer on the tub dinged, and the bubbler shut off. We took this as our cue to get out and rejoin the party. We’d been gone a good hour, but we could still hear the music downstairs. The DJ would be here for over an hour more; we knew lots of people would stay until at least then, and a fair chunk would stay even later.
The Alexanders told us they even let some people stay overnight, especially if they were drunk, giving an implied offer to us, but we said we were fine. Kaitlyn and I had had only two drinks and we’d burned a lot of that off with exercise. It’d be Jess driving anyway, in all likelihood, and she was a teetotaler.
We all re-dressed, Kaitlyn and I finishing earlier than the Alexanders given our skimpy outfits. As we were walking down the stairs past the second floor, we saw a bedroom doorway open down the hall, and out of it emerged Jess towing Vin by the hand.
“Oh, where were you two?” asked Jess.
“Just visiting with the Alexanders again,” Kaitlyn replied breezily.
“In their bedroom‽” Jess returned archly.
“They asked us for a private massage. This time and last, actually,” she returned, not getting flustered or angry at Jess’ prying.
“Oh,” she said. Then, observing that we were looking between her and Vin and choosing not to ask prying questions, she repeated, “Oh. Nose out, got it,” she said.
We folded her in a hug, and I said in her ear, “Don’t be jealous. You’ve had more private massages from us in just the last week than we’ve given to them across both parties.”
“Yeah, well, I need one right now,” she said petulantly.
Kaitlyn whispered in her other ear, just loudly enough for me to hear on the other side of her head, “I, ah, thought you’d be plenty relaxed at the moment. Because, you know…” She trailed off, but her meaning was clear.
Jess pulled back, and we released her from the hug. “I didn’t say I was hurting, I just want that massage now, that’s all!”
“Right here, right now?” I replied with a cheeky grin.
“You did see the solarium show this time,” added Kaitlyn.” I saw you there!”
That made Jess color and Vin grin widely. Jess said more meekly this time, “I suppose I could wait until we get home. No chance of sneaking off to a bedroom instead, though, is there?”
“I think we should leave those for the partygoers staying over,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to be even slightly responsible for someone driving home drunk tonight.”
“Yeah, all right. Let me say goodbye to my friends, and we’ll go,” she said, then dashed off.
“Boy, you’ve really got her on a leash, haven’t you, sis?” asked Vin after his girlfriend left.
“She’s around every night. You only come by a few times a week at most. I might have you under my thumb by now, too, if you were there nightly.”
“I don’t know whether to be intrigued or terrified,” he mused, and Kaitlyn smacked his arm.
“How are you two getting along? Is this thing serious?”
“Pretty serious, I think,” Vin replied. “I gave the university notice that I won’t be using my dorm room next semester. They’ve already assigned it to someone else and given me a move-out date, January 4th. I couldn’t take the room back now if I wanted to. I’ll be moving in with Jess.”
“Wow, congratulations, I think,” said Kaitlyn, and I shook his hand. “We aren’t talking about the couch, now are we?”
“No, her bedroom,” he confirmed.
“Big step, little bro,” she replied.
He bit his lip, then said, “Yeah. I really hope it works out.”
“We’ll try to help you two out,” I said. “We want it to work, too. Not as much as you, maybe, but we’re happy for you, Vin, and we want to see you stay happy.”
“Thanks guys,” he said earnestly.
We then saw Jess at the bottom of the stairs, so we started down rather than make her come back up.
“We’ve got to say goodbye to the Alexanders,” Kaitlyn said.
“Good, I hadn’t gotten to them,” replied Jess. “They’re kind of mobbed at the moment. Apparently you two kept them occupied for quite some time.” She made it a near question, but we didn’t answer, so she dropped it.
We made our way to the head of the line, the main practical result of which was Norman telling us, “Kaitlyn, Davie, you two have a standing invitation to all of these big parties, even if you don’t sign up for massages. We’ll be having another in a few weeks for New Year’s. I owe you two big. And you have +1s each, so Jess and Vin are welcome, too, or whoever you want to bring.” We thanked them and extracted ourselves as quickly as we could while remaining gracious.
“Good massage?” queried Jess.
“Good massage,” we confirmed in unison and began to laugh.
“This I have to see,” she returned.
That cut off our laughter. I looked a question at Kaitlyn and she shrugged at me, so I asked Jess, “Could we put this demonstration off until tomorrow? We’re a bit pooped tonight. If you want to see what we did for the Alexanders, you’ll not only want us to be fresh and reenergized, you’ll want to be so yourselves.”
“How about it, boy toy?” she asked Vin playfully. “You wanna come back to my house tomorrow?”
“How about I stay over instead?” he asked.
‘My how he’d grown from his shy self!’ I thought to myself.
“Just to sleep,” Jess said. “I think we’re going to need our energies tomorrow.”
Vin bit his lip and looked back and forth between Kaitlyn and I, and we nodded seriously at him.
“Hoo boy,” he breathed.
Then we four went out into the freezing December night, two-by-two down the sidewalk to the car, we snow elves wearing next to nothing, screened slightly from the night breeze by Vin and Jess bundled up as our vanguard.
In the back of Jess’ car, the cold leather froze our buns for a few blocks until the heated seats started overpowering the mid-December Utahan night air. I love me some nature, but heated seats half an hour from midnight during winter? Yeah, I’ll take me some of that, too.