Chapter 21

I rested my head on Ken’s broad chest, his hand stroking my hair with quiet affection while I cupped his warm balls in my palm. For a few minutes, I just played with them lazily, letting my fingers wander. Eventually, his cock began to stir and rise. He chuckled, then gently swatted my hand away.

I grinned and moved my touch upward, trailing my fingers along the ridges of his tight abs, up across his solid pecs. We drifted off in each other’s arms like that—skin to skin, heat to heat.

I woke up to the whisper of fabric brushing across my cock and balls. Something soft, light—like a breeze made of silk. I blinked, and then I heard the giggles.

At the foot of the bed stood Kari and Brit, both trying to contain their laughter as Ellie, holding a thin pink sarong, teased it over my crotch like it was a toy. All three of them were dressed in short, sexy sundresses, fresh from their shopping trip. Turns out they’d bought twenty silk sarongs for us and our summer guests to wear around the house. A kind of unofficial dress code for the season: sensual, barely-there, and absolutely our vibe.

Ken and I sat up, the covers pooling around our waists, as the girls began helping each other out of their dresses and bras, slipping into their new sarongs. They wrapped the silk around their hips, letting their perfect breasts stay on full display like it was the most natural thing in the world. And in this house, it was.

“Would you two go downstairs and make some drinks and snacks for our special guest?” Kari asked, sitting down at her vanity to start doing her makeup.

“Guest?” Ellie asked.

“He?” Brit added, glancing at Kari.

“He who?” Ellie repeated, this time with a little edge of concern. “Do I need to get dressed? I mean—are we dressed properly?”

“You’re perfect,” Kari said, giving her a calming smile. “Fab is one of us. He’s a professional massage therapist. He’s coming here today to give Brit a massage.”

“Massage?” Brit blinked, stunned. “For me?”

“Yes, for you,” Kari said, dabbing powder along her cheekbones with calm precision. “Ken, Leo, and I all agree you deserve a proper massage. And Fab is phenomenal. Once his hands are on your body, you won’t want him to stop.”

“But I—”

“What’s that?” Kari asked, not looking up from the mirror. “Did I hear you say thank you, Kari?”

“I just—”

“Uh-uh,” Kari cut in, her tone firmer now. “Try again.”

“Thank you, Kari, ma’am,” Brit muttered, pouting like she’d just been scolded at finishing school.

“Use this,” Kari said smoothly, handing her a small tube and a bottle. “Pink lipstick and matching nail polish. It’ll go perfectly with that sarong.”

Brit stared at the items, lips parted. “Is he going to, you know ... have—”

“What kind of question is that?” Kari said sharply, cutting her off again. “He’s here to massage you. And I hope you won’t try to seduce him, you sexy little pervert.”

Somehow, Ken, Kari, and I all managed to keep straight faces.

“And as for you, missy,” Kari said to Ellie, her tone laced with amused authority, “I want you to wear this candy apple red lipstick and nail polish. I’m thinking ... two loose braids for your hair. Yes, that would look so hot on you.”

Ellie blushed. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Wear the short sarong with the big red flower print,” Kari added thoughtfully. “Red is such a great color on you. I’ll find some red ribbons to tie off the ends of your braids.”

She turned to me, smirking. “Why are you still here?”

I blinked. “Um...”

“Get your cute little ass downstairs and help your Ken with his chores.”

“Okay ... ma’am,” I said cheekily, already backing out of the room.

“And no fucking!” Kari shouted, loud enough for Ken to hear from the stairs.

“How about blowjobs?” Ken called back.

“No blowjobs!”

“Handjobs?”

“Nope.”

I could hear the three of them giggling as I stepped down the stairs. The sound of their laughter—those beautiful, perpetually horny women—was the kind of music heaven must play: bright, joyful, and way too sexy for daytime TV.

This had to be a dream. A crazy, perfect dream. And if it was ... I never wanted to wake up.

By the time Ken and I finished preparing drinks and snacks, we stepped outside to find the girls on the garden patio. They were gathered around the table, busy setting up their new vape mods. Ellie sat in the middle, looking like the hottest tech nerd in the northern hemisphere, explaining to Brit and Kari how to fill the tanks, change coils, and adjust wattage.

Her dark hair was braided into two loose pigtails, tied at the ends with little red ribbons. She wore thick Wayfarer-style reading glasses, which somehow made her look even more irresistible. Her sarong, flowered in bold reds, hugged her hips while leaving her incredible breasts on full display.

Kari finished assembling her vape, took two deep puffs, and exhaled twin plumes of thick, nicotine-laced vapor from her nostrils like a sensual dragon goddess.

Schwing.

“God fucking damn, this is so ... woooh,” she breathed, clearly feeling the head rush. She turned to Ellie and smiled, inching forward for a kiss. Ellie smiled back and met her halfway, their mouths finding each other with slow, hungry confidence. Kari’s hand slid up, cupping and teasing Ellie’s super-erect nipples, one after the other, making her moan into the kiss.

Then Brit leaned in, placing her plush lips against the back of Ellie’s neck, kissing slowly, almost reverently. Ellie shuddered, caught between their lips and touches, her body practically humming with pleasure as she melted into their arms.

Ding! Ding!

Ken walked over to the security panel mounted on the kitchen wall. “Who goes there?” he asked theatrically.

The monitor lit up to show a convertible Mercedes parked at the gate. In the driver’s seat, a sharply dressed young Black man looked up at the camera and smiled.

“It is I, my dear Sir Kenneth. Fabz the First, the Last, and the Only.”

Ken laughed and hit the unlock button. “Access granted.”

Fab let out a low, sexy laugh and drove up the gravel driveway.

“He’s here,” Ken called out.

Instantly, the women jumped up from their seats, smoothing their sarongs, adjusting their breasts, checking one another like they were going into battle—or a very sexy fashion shoot.

Kari leaned in and sucked Brit’s right nipple hard, then gave the left one the same treatment. As she walked toward the house, she pinched and tugged at her own nipples, already putting on a show.

Ellie took off her glasses, placing them neatly on the table. “What about my nips?”

“They’re already cleared for takeoff,” Kari said, laughing throatily.

Ken opened the front door, all smiles. “Fabuccino! My man. Look at you! Damn, you’ve been working out. Get in here, buddy.”

“Oh God,” Brit murmured thickly as soon as she caught a glimpse of him.

Ellie let out a breathy sigh and grabbed my arm, squeezing it tight, like she couldn’t help herself. I probably sighed too.

Because—holy hell.

Fab wasn’t just hot. He was a heart-melter, a boner-giver, and a full-on squirt-maker. Only two years older than me, but he carried himself like a man who knew his power. At 183 cm (six feet), he had the sleek, muscled build of a middleweight MMA fighter—lean, carved, and confidently in control.

Later, when I saw him fully naked, I’d discover that his body was covered in intricate ink: tribal patterns, Viking runes, New Age geometry. But even then, what I could see under his muscle tee and stonewashed jeans was enough to make anyone stare.

His strikingly handsome face wore a playful, almost mischievous smile. His light brown eyes were piercing—bright, soulful, knowing. His skin was a deep, healthy shade of dark caramel, smooth and warm-looking, like he’d been dipped in sunshine.

Later, Ellie would call him “our honey-brown teddy bear boyfriend with his caramel-coated popsicle cock.”

Honestly? True that.

Mmm. Honey. Caramel. Popsicle. From that very first moment I saw him—and saw the generous bulge stretching out those jeans—my mouth started to water. I actually began to imagine licking him like a treat, tracing every ridge and curve like he was made of sugar and sex.

I wonder if he actually tastes like salted caramel.

“Oh my ... look at these beautiful ladies,” Fab said with open delight as he stepped into the house and found Kari, Brit, and Ellie waiting topless in the foyer, smiling like guilty angels.

“My God!” Kari exclaimed. “You look so muscly! Muscle-packed, I mean. Muscular? Oh, whatever.”

“You look lovely too, Kari,” Fab said warmly, before she threw herself into his strong arms. They hugged tightly for a few seconds before Ken joined them, placing his hands on Fab’s shoulders and giving him a firm, affectionate squeeze. Then he leaned in and kissed the back of Fab’s neck, nibbled his earlobe, and made the younger man chuckle.