The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 26: The Super Bowl Party I – Kate III .2 – Sunday
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 26: The Super Bowl Party I – Kate III .2 – Sunday - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
Sunday, the guests were supposed to start arriving at one, even though kickoff wasn’t until much later. The women were all here by noon. Janice and Sydney rolled in together again. I found myself holding both their hands on the way to the kitchen—don’t ask me why, it just happened. Jane and Rachel showed up separately a few minutes later.
Everyone had dressed to kill: fitted tops, jeans that showed off every curve, open-toe sandals accompanied by polished toenails. The women had compared notes ahead of time and all wore a different color. I had found a nice long and baggy jersey. I planned on wearing it with some equally loose jeans. I had laid them out on the bed and went to shower. After my shower, I slid on my bra and panties. Then I went to put on the jersey and jeans—they had been replaced. There were now a very cropped jersey and my “Juicy” sweatpants. “Daphne!” was the first word out of my mouth.
In an overtly innocent tone, I heard, “What is it?”
“Get in here. Now!”
The next five minutes were a “discussion” of how I was not dressing in a shirt that only covered half my breasts, with a bra on or off, and in pants that made my ass look like it was on sale. In the end, I got my jeans back, but I swear she altered them because they felt awfully snug around my butt. She flat-out refused to give me the jersey. She magically produced another jersey that was cut off at the waist. It wouldn’t show my stomach, provided I didn’t lift my arms. The jersey didn’t show off my bust, but it did nothing to hide it either. After several minutes more “discussion,” I gave up and put it on—planning on keeping my arms crossed most of the day. It wasn’t a good plan...
Janice had noticed immediately, eyes dropping straight to my chest. “People at the office are going to need therapy when they realize you actually have breasts. Great ones too.” She punctuated it with a quick, proprietary squeeze.
I jerked my chin toward Daphne. “Made me.”
Janice turned to her. “Have you started a pool yet on how many times she gets groped today?”
Rachel said, “By just you, or everyone?”
Jane said, “Side wagers—left or right gets more attention?”
Sydney walked straight up, cupped both my breasts, gave them an appraising squeeze, and asked, “Does this count as one or two? Are we scoring by gropes or by duration?”
Daphne threw up her hands. “Leave the poor woman alone. Unless we strap counters on them, we’ll never keep track. Besides, those things bouncing around all day? Horny men and jealous women will be spilling drinks left and right. Pro tip: if Kate needs to move, tell her to hurry. Really gets the physics going.”
I just shook my head. “This is going to be a long day.”
Everyone cracked up.
Daphne and I had done most of the setup before the cavalry arrived; the women just did a final sweep to make sure everything was perfect. Daphne told everyone to relax until the guests showed. Janice beelined for the pool table and asked if anyone wanted to play. Jane accepted instantly.
Those two had clearly misspent their youth on felt instead of homework. Janice broke, sank a solid, acted shocked, then ran five more balls like it was nothing. She finally missed and gave Jane this smug little smirk—”Bet you didn’t see that coming.” Jane shook her head like she’d been set up, adopted a perfect poker face, and proceeded to clear the table without breaking expression once. She left the eight hanging with the cue ball parked on a silver platter, looked Janice dead in the eye, and smiled.
They played a couple more games—defensive, catty, trading jabs about phallic sticks and balls the entire time. Rachel, watching from the rail, was laughing so hard she had to sit down. Sydney wandered in and took one look. Rachel just gasped, “Do not play pool with either of them. Ever.”
The first guests trickled in earlier than anyone expected—ten to one and the doorbell was already going. Tom and his wife arrived with Jason Dahl, the CEO of BlueForge Maritime—the guy whose company I’d basically saved from the TideCore acquisition. Jason was an unexpected plus-one; he’d flown in last night and Tom dragged him here.
Daphne answered the door, all smiles and charm. I walked up a moment later; Tom and Jason greeted me warmly. Rachel trailed behind me, and I caught both men doing a tiny double-take—they’d never seen me out of office-armor before. Jason’s gaze snapped to Rachel like a magnet. Daphne noticed, of course, and immediately introduced her, taking Rachel’s left hand, patting it, making sure the bare ring finger was front and center. Jason’s eyes never left her, and he definitely noticed the lack of a ring.
I asked Jason what brought him to town. He said me. We had a conference call scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, and he thought it would go easier in person. “Can you give me a hint on what it’s about?” he asked. Tom was listening in, and I told Rachel to stay.
I started in, “We—I mean you—should consider acquiring TideCore Systems. I think we can get it for pennies on the dollar of the original deal. The company’s tech is not useless, only underdeveloped. The land is valuable specifically to BlueForge. Some of the tech, if developed, could be worth a fortune.” I emphasized “could” again.
Jason said he heard TideCore was filing for Chapter 11. He asked if I was suggesting a stalking-horse bid. I told him that was exactly what I was suggesting. He said he did not want to get into a bidding war.
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