Chapter 60

The texting didn’t slow down now that I’d given the girls homework. Hell, after learning what I had from Mel about their research, I’d sort of expected that things would at least be more bent towards the coming battle.

How wrong I was about the minds of college coeds.

I felt like I was in three constant conversations that didn’t really have a start or an end to them. There was plenty of mundane stuff going on, and some of it was even D&D-related. Elyse wanted movie recommendations. Tori wanted to know what sort of raw resources were available around the keep, and was still having a rough time at her job as she tried to be taken seriously and not be seen as either the little college girl who didn’t know anything, or the sexy college girl ripe for unwanted sexual banter. Rhia was concerned about any weak points in the walls that were glaringly obvious or that the folks living there knew about. She was also on a tear of wanting to try and beat me in every video game she owned that had multiplayer on the Switch.

But then there was the flip side of things.

Nothing super sexual, no explicit sexting. But innuendo was rife.

And the pictures. Oh, God, the pictures kept me both entertained, teased and frustrated. And they were all doing it.

Elyse tended to send little pictures throughout the day, but when she was at home I started to notice she was never wearing pants or panties and was showing off her ass in reflections. Mirrors mostly, but also more ridiculous places like the reflection on the window in their oven, or a glass vase. I started to realise I was playing a game of Spot the Ass in every picture she sent me.

Tori liked to send me pictures of herself wearing thin shirts and no bra. Maybe it was a reaction to how I’d told her she had perfect breasts, but seeing her nipples just barely hidden, or the outline of her dark areolas through particularly thin shirts, always had me adjusting myself a little.

Not to be outdone, Rhia was also sending me pictures - making me wonder if they were planning it, or if adults their age just communicated with more pictures than people of my generation. Rhia’s normal pictures during the day weren’t anything sexually charged, and one could say that the pictures she sent me in the evening weren’t either, at least by the look on her face and the way she was always lounging around like she didn’t have a care in the world and was just being comfortable.

Except that she was always topless in those evening ones, showing off her tits to the camera and playing it off as if it was nothing. Except I knew it was an act because there were several of the pictures that would have required pretty quick action to take because I knew her parents were home and could walk in on her in the living room, basement or kitchen of their house. Mel walking in on her would probably have just earned an eye-roll and maybe a laugh, but if I knew Dan he wouldn’t be thrilled, and Rhia would be looking at some tough new house rules.

But there was no denying that Rhiannon’s big tits were fucking amazing, especially on her thin, tall body.

And seeing them every night was an odd, extra illicit thrill every time. Because it was Rhia.

It was Tuesday night, and I was in the middle of cleaning up after dinner when my day was interrupted once again. I was getting used to not being ‘alone’ anymore with the ongoing conversations, and I was even getting over the inherent giddy guilt of my phone pinging with a text and me wondering if it was going to be something from one of the girls.

Except this time the interruption wasn’t a ping from my phone.

It was a knock on my front door.

I frowned, glancing over at the clock, and saw it was almost 9 PM.

“Who the fuck?” I wondered, wandering from my kitchen towards the front door. Glancing through the little window built high into my door, I glanced down into the bright blue eyes of Elyse as she was grinning.

I unlocked the door, grinning to myself now at the surprise. “Hey, honey,” I said as I swung the door open. “What’s going o-”

My words failed me because Elyse was wearing a long, beige trench coat like a classic noir PI. All she needed was the fedora and the shiny black dress shoes. But, in context, I quickly pieced together exactly what was happening because there was only one reason a gorgeous woman would be wearing a bulky trench coat like that at sunset on a clear summer day.

“Hey, Shane,” Elyse said with that little grin of hers, and quickly pulled the coat from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor of my porch, leaving her completely naked. “Can I come in?”

Anyone watching from across the street would have gotten an eyeful of the cute blonde’s butt, and likely a comedic scene of me grabbing her bodily and hauling her inside, followed by me leaning back out and snatching the coat from the ground too before shutting the door.