Chapter 56: Return to Nashville

“Well, why don’t you come back to Nashville with us? We have plenty of room in the house, plus there’s always a group of likeable people around – even loveable, if you know what I mean.” Crystal winked at Jed although she sat in his lap. She’d warmed up to Jed and developed quite a crush on my friend during the week in Wengen, plus she found Janice, Sam, and Lea exceptionally nice playmates, and she didn’t want to see them disappear back to Iowa and out of our lives right away.

Mark, the director of our movie Downslope declared a victory on Friday morning after reviewing the prior day’s filming. He decided that filming for the movie, including some spare footage, had been completed. We had known we were near the end of filming, but things had gone much faster, partly because he didn’t have to do multiple takes of me skiing and then takes of my stunt double, Jason Lee. Poor Jason would be in a cast for about four months we’d been told.

Knowing our filming was ending, Ellen had scheduled us to leave the next morning, catching a flight from Zurich to JFK, with a connection to Nashville.

Jed and the three women that he arrived with to vacation for a week in Switzerland, had mixed it up with our crew all week during evenings and the times we weren’t filming. Terry and Mark had been part of the mix besides Crystal, Ellen, Claire, and Barry – our support actor. I think everybody got to have an intimate time with everyone else, and some good and long-lasting friendships were made. I thought a romance or two might blossom from the connections made during the week, too.

Jed looked at his companions, “Well, we do have another week and a half before classes start again. What do you think?”

Sam, Lea, and Janice all voted to go to Nashville with us. Jed broke into a smile. I could tell, he wanted to go, too; he just didn’t want to make an autocratic decision. Part of his charm school for pretty women involved getting them to stand firmly on their own two feet and not delegate their ‘rights’ to the unworthy, especially not making an automatic move to let someone else decide for them.

Ellen collected their tickets and headed off to her Internet connection so she could rearrange their flights so they transited through Nashville on the way to Des Moines, where they’d left a car at the airport to get back home to Iowa City and the University.

Ellen came back about a half hour later. “I got us all in first-class all the way, so we’ll practically have those cabins all to ourselves.” She turned to Jed, “I hope you don’t mind, and don’t feel you have to pay us back, but I cashed in a bunch of our frequent flyer miles to upgrade you. It’s no big deal to us at the rate we accumulate mileage.”

Jed and the girls expressed their thanks. Janice had been sitting with my arm around her. She turned and kissed me. She whispered, “I am so going to thank Ellen for that later, probably with a couple of orgasms. I have never flown first-class. This’ll be such a treat.” She lapped her lips in anticipation. I speculated she was more enthralled with an excuse to be eating Ellen again than she was with the upgrade. I felt Janice shudder in anticipation.

Before our large group left our suite to go to dinner, all the women lined up, dropped their pants and undies down their legs and pulled up their sweaters, blouses, and bras. I purposely took a picture cutting off their heads in the photo and sexted it to Nadia and PJ with the news that we would ALL be home tomorrow with four additional friends staying with us for a week.

A little while later, I got a return sext of two female pussies stuffed with two engorged cocks. The accompanying message said, ’Can’t wait. We’ve been having fun while you’ve been gone. The more, the merrier. Love, Us.’ I wondered what we’d find when we got home. I also wondered who belonged to the two cocks, although I could guess.

As things worked out, we left Wengen for Zurich after dinner on Friday night. Our trans-Atlantic flight left on the early side from Zurich, so we opted to stay at a motel at the airport. There were no suites, so we just split up along convenient and desirous lines, and went to bed. I had Ellen and Janice, so I got to watch Janice make good on her earlier promise about thanking Ellen by giving her multiple orgasms.

Saturday was spent in airplanes, and I had a sore butt when we got to Nashville. Ellen had arranged for two limousines to transport us to Crystal’s home, and we knew from an email that Nadia, our sexpot housekeeper, had a festive dinner arranged.

Claire left us in New York to join Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth for a few days in the Big Apple. She had rebuffed his proposal of marriage, but conceded that she would ‘date’ him and see how things went. She had told him their arrangement should not even be considered an engagement or anything more serious yet, because she was so undecided, plus she felt his proposal to her in the Galapagos had been based on insufficient knowledge of the ‘New Claire’. At the risk of losing him, she’d also told him that I’d be her first choice, but somehow that hadn’t deterred his feelings for her.

Having left Zurich at eight in the morning, we arrived at the house at seven o’clock in the evening local time. Most of us had slept on the flights, but all of us complained about having that ‘travel grime’ feeling and made us want showers before bedtime.

Nadia rushed out of the house to meet us in the large circular driveway in front of Crystal’s home. She threw herself in my arms with great abandon as soon as I stepped out of the limo, locking her legs behind me so she could hold on and kiss me. She left no doubt that she’d missed me. The others looked on with amusement on their faces as she smothered me with kisses, and I held her tight little ass – and, yes, it still felt like one of the few great wonders of the world.

PJ came bounding out of the house as well, with equally enthusiastic welcomes for me and the others. She babbled on about how glad she was to have us back, how she’d been doing so well with Cindy Wonder and The Hobo Palace band, how we’d love some of the decorating changes she made in a few of the rooms in the house – all with Crystal’s permission of course; and, finally, how she had some other things to tell us that could wait until later. There was so much chaos at that instant I let her comment slide.

Nadia and PJ also had invited for dinner and the weekend Dan – our publicist, Billy – our band leader, and Sean Livingston – a newly minted graduate from the college Nadia attended and the guy who seemed to be her steady boyfriend and lover. She knew we needed more males in our midst since Mark Ang had stayed in Wengen to wrap up some things about the film, and Barry Peters, our costar, had caught a flight to LA so he could get home. Everyone had good chemistry, so I saw no problems with the additions.

After we got inside, I gave Jed, Sam, Lea, and Janice a tour of the house. Crystal and I had some work done while we were away, and I was curious to see the cabinetry in a room that would become my new den – or ‘man cave’. Crystal’s home had three large bedrooms and three smaller ones. We had an emperor bed in our suite, as well as a king-size bed. The combination easily let us comfortably sleep eight people in our suite; thus, we called it the playroom. The other large bedrooms had king beds.

Another accoutrement we had in our bedroom included a spectacular walk-in shower that some gyms would envy. The shower room alone was large, about twelve-by-twelve feet, with shower heads all around at different levels, so your entire body got sprayed, not just from the top down. The room also had a waterproof settee in the middle, clearly an aide to ‘in-shower’ sex. Built-in wall nooks around the room held shampoos and soaps of various kinds. A dish of condoms also graced one of the shower nooks. Our guests could barely contain themselves about the shower; they all wanted to try it, and I promised a live demonstration after dinner.

Also on the tour, I showed them the outdoor spa we had that could easily hold twelve people. Nadia had uncovered and fired up the tub; so, steam rose off the water surface in the cool evening temperatures. Everyone wanted to try that, too. I explained that we had a ‘No Suits’ policy about the tub, and they appreciated the house rule. Nadia told me that PJ, Sean, Dan, and she had used the new tub several times while we’d been in Europe.

We agreed to postpone showers until after dinner, since Nadia and PJ were ready to serve dinner. Nadia and PJ had arranged two dining room tables together in a large square that sat three people on each side of the table. When we finally sat, we had Crystal, Ellen, Nadia, PJ, Janice, Sam, Lea, Jed, Dan, Billy, Terry, Sean, and me; seven women and six men.

Nadia and PJ had made enough lasagna to easily serve thirty. They had an antipasto, salads, fresh veggies, and homemade Key Lime pies for dessert. They knew the way to a man’s heart. Dinner was a hilarious and raucous affair, often with three or four conversations going on across the table simultaneously. Everyone got in the spirit of things, and the soporific affects of the air travel wore off as we ate and drank.

Over dinner, Nadia brought me up to speed on her life. She was nearing graduation with her bachelor’s degree, having taken course overloads, plus summer, inter-session, and home study courses. More important, she quietly told me that she and Sean had fallen in love, and were spending an increasing amount of time together. I recalled that Sean had taken her to a rather raucous fraternity toga party about a year earlier, a party where Nadia had let her ‘Inner Slut’ loose. She told me she’d explained to him about our open relationships that she wanted to continue her relationships with all of us and not become isolated by exclusivity. Sean had told her he felt alright about such an arrangement as long as he was number one in her life, a participant, and not shut off from her. She said they’d had many long talks about this side of things, our philosophy of living and loving, polyamory, the implications of this life style on their lives, and the cultural differences having been raised in Russia versus America.

PJ updated me as well. She had finished various versions of the song she wrote entitled, Downslope, and had successfully and happily turned them over to Sony to use as the title song in the movie Crystal, Claire, and I had just finished filming. She puffed up and proudly announced that she’d written a couple of dozen more songs that Sony Music liked, and that Sony wanted Crystal and me to consider some of them for our next album or as part of the Downslope album. She had blossomed, and her pride was unbounded and well-deserved.

PJ also told us about her work with The Hobo Palace band, particularly the enjoyment she got singing as the lead backup singer in the band. Cindy and PJ had become friends, and Cindy pulled PJ ‘up front’ with increasing frequency because the two women sang so well together.

I asked her quietly, “PJ, is there something serious going on with you and Dan?”

Her jaw dropped open. “Damn. Did Nadia tell you?” I shook my head negatively. She admitted, “Well, yes, we’re sort of dating right now, but we’ve agreed to see others, too. Jake Randall also is hot on my tail.”

PJ blushed; “Nadia and I have had Dan and Sean here together to play with us, too. We’ve talked about polyamory, our group, and they liked the foursomes and more that we shared. Jake is more traditional and exclusive, but he so appreciates my other skills – my music and singing; we fit well together. I’m uncertain which guy to lean towards.”

We sat and enjoyed coffee for a while; until Lea signaled to me that she wanted to use our beautiful shower room. I admitted there were many water valves around the room; our plumber had fun designing the ‘behind the wall’ piping when we put that in. I volunteered to show Lea the ropes, and so the two of us excused ourselves as the others continued to enjoy their animated conversations.