Chapter 39: After the After Party

I woke up late on Sunday morning with Tracy and Devon snuggled in beside me. I’d made love to each of them somewhere the middle of the night as they each watched each other making love with me. We were alone in the bed, so I figured that Mel, Katie, and Helen were elsewhere in the house probably with other party guests.

I got up and let the two of them cuddle and sleep a little longer. I think it was around two-thirty in the morning when we eventually went to bed. Some diehards were still having fun at the party, but quietly.

After tending to my morning ablutions, I slipped on my bathing suit and left the master bedroom suite. In the guest room, I found Mel actively fucking the grad student that Mackenzie had gotten to stay for the after party. She was riding him and saw me at the door. We smiled at each other, and she gave me a little wave but kept bouncing on the younger man’s impressive cock.

Katie was in the next bedroom also with a young man; however, they were still asleep. In the kids room, that we’d made more adult for the party, Helen was sprawled out naked atop a young man and they were both still panting from some very recent athletic endeavor they’d just completed. She didn’t see me, but he did. I just waved and left them.

Downstairs, there were bodies everywhere – mostly sleeping with various sheets and miscellaneous blankets over them. Mackenzie was in the media room with some younger guy. They were naked and smiling although asleep. She looked used and put away wet.

Gary had pulled one of the futons back inside a corner of the living room to avoid the chilly evening and had the two co-eds that he’d been romancing earlier the previous night with him. They were all nude, especially the delicious women. One was awake and just smiled at me but didn’t move out of his arms.

Troy was similarly positioned on the other futon in the other corner of the living room. He was also with two co-eds, both of whom I’d had sex with the prior night. One was named Hayley, I recalled. I was so bad; I couldn’t remember the blonde’s name.

Elsewhere in the living room, there were three couples cuddled up on the sofas and somehow on shorter love seat with their legs dangling over the ends at awkward angles. I noticed a few more couples cuddled up on the outdoor chaises, although with blankets over them. One young man was in the pool doing laps at a medium pace. I think I was the only one dressed.

Mel and Katie had arranged for a food truck to be at the house in the morning doing all kinds of breakfasts. I went outside, and the truck was indeed there with two people waiting for ‘customers’. We’d settle up with them later, so no one would be paying them anything. I got a coffee. The boss was Carol, and she told me that they had a large urn of coffee ready to bring inside to get people started.

Carol also said that she could take orders inside, while her colleague prepared them in the truck, and then she’d bring them in to serve. That’s what we decided to do.

We got the cart with the coffee inside but made some noise and woke up the living room sleepers. Carol ignored the nudity, but did inquire about the party. I was pretty open and told her that we’d had a regular party and then a smaller sex party to celebrate a graduation.

Carol swore, “Damn. You have to invite me next time, and I really mean that. That’s on my bucket list – to go to many of those, and I haven’t even been to one.”

We laughed and I told her, “Heck, many nights around here are a miniature version of what happened. Just show up.” Carol looked highly interested in that idea, and I could see her make a mental note to herself.

We got the coffee urn set-up in a prominent place, and immediately had a half-dozen customers for the brew. Carol put a menu up on foam board that let people know about the truck with kitchen in the driveway. A few people immediately gave her orders for full breakfasts. Most didn’t bother to dress. I think Carol liked that.

I took a morning swim, dried off, and then caught up with an omelet that I’d ordered. I sat with Tracy and Devon who’d awoken and come downstairs for our breakfast. They’d also remained nude, no doubt at Tracy’s urging. Devon wasn’t sure about the nudity, but there were so many others that way that she got so she didn’t care. In the daylight, she was as appealing as any of the other women in my covey.

Devon asked me about the job offer, and I reaffirmed everything that I’d told her the night before, including my hope that she’d start the following day. She said she would, but she’d need time off to get into the new apartment that was part of the deal. I suggested that the three of us go pick one out that afternoon.

On that note, I texted Dennis Dedman about access to any of the apartments in his complex that were ready for occupancy. I explained briefly about Devon. He replied immediately that he was going to be around in the afternoon and would help show them. Two of them were furnished with a minimal amount of furniture.

Devon pumped me for more and more details about the work and the specific project that I was going to start her on – a makeover of the Westfield Mall. I made a note to introduce her to the property manager there; they’d be working together a lot. One of our large tenants in that mall had closed that location. We were all wondering what we could do to fill the huge space with a tenant or tenants that would also be a draw to the other stores in the mall. Carson had somebody working on that issue in SPT’s main office.