Chapter 51

Kisses at the front door were now the routine.

Elyse came through first and pressed herself to me as she kissed me in a way that I hadn’t experienced since I’d been in high school with my first real girlfriend, making out before class at the lockers. She was all over me in a moment, her tongue sliding between my lips. I clapped my hands down, one on her waist and the other on her ass.

“Mmmm,” she hummed into the kiss, then pulled away. Her bright grey eyes were playful as she grinned. “Hey, Shane.”

“Hi, Elyse,” I said, then gave her a little kiss on the nose.

Tori was next, carrying a bigger reusable bag than Elyse, and she didn’t press herself to me so much as she reached up with her free hand and scooped me down to kiss her. “Good afternoon, Dungeon Master,” she said with a smile after her sweet kiss.

“Good afternoon,” I chuckled.

The first two college coeds were wearing similar outfits that day - jean shorts and T-shirts that clung to them a little and showed off their figures. Rhiannon, the last in the door and smiling like the cat that ate the canary, was wearing a sundress.

“Hey, Shane,” she said, stopping in the doorway and kicking the door shut behind her with her heel.

“What’s under the foil?” I asked, looking at the baking pan she’d brought in.

“Dessert,” she said, knowing full well she was being cryptic.

“What kind of dessert?” I asked.

“The good kind,” she smirked.

With her acting like this, I knew it had to be Mel’s Famous Bread Pudding. What made it famous, at least in our group of friends, was that she made the bread pudding with croissants and got this rich, creamy chocolate to ooze like crazy without getting lost or absorbing into the bread. She wouldn’t tell anyone how she made it.

I wasn’t about to spoil Rhia’s surprise, though, so I stalked the few steps towards her. “Should I peek, then?”

She scoffed playfully, tugging on the pan as I put my hands over hers. “You’d peek up my pan?”

I rolled my eyes and leaned over said pan, giving her a chaste little kiss on the lips. “I’d never,” I said. Then I turned and started heading into the Game Room.

“That’s it?” she asked, kicking off her flip-flops at the front door.

“Is what it?” I asked innocently, turning back and leaning in the doorway as I looked at her.

“You’re not even going to try and peek?”

“Consent is king, baby,” I smirked. “You don’t want me to peek, so I won’t peek.”

She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in suspicion. “Did Mom tell you what it is?”

“No.”

“Did you fuck her at your Game Night last week?”

I raised my eyebrows, looking back down the hall towards the kitchen and the back bathroom where the others would be changing. “Have you taken the time to-?”