Chapter 22

I admit I was SORELY tempted to stay in bed with Jess for the rest of the day...

One of the reasons I was so looking forward to Spring Break was the opportunity for a few days for the three of us to totally relax: no class schedule, no interruptions, no need to get dressed, or even leave our bedroom for more than a couple of minutes at a time. I was planning on plenty of passion-filled sex, but even more slow gentle loving followed by holding each other close as we came down from the emotional and physical highs...

When I’m cuddled up with my girls, time kinda stands still. NOTHING else seems important.

Sooooo, what with post-coital dopamine and oxytocin coursing through our bodies, snuggled warm and cosy, feeling so great, there was no way Jess and I wouldn’t fall asleep again if we stayed nestled for very much longer ... so I resisted the urge to have ‘just another five minutes’.

Because ‘just another five minutes’ is never ‘just another five minutes’, is it?

And I did promise Jess I’d show her around town this afternoon before the daylight went.

Glancing at my alarm clock told me the cafeteria doors would be opening for lunch in only forty minutes, which also ruled out opting for setting the snooze button.

We’re young and still growing, and the need for food to fill our bellies is almost as compelling as the need for love and sex ... and, sadly, the cruel reality of our financial situation was that my budget wouldn’t easily extend to buying us an overpriced fancy sandwich from a local deli. Oh, I could have done, like I’d bought us breakfast to replace the free one on my meal plan that we’d missed through oversleeping, but it was kinda dumb to spend fifteen, maybe twenty, dollars, on something not really necessary, and then miss out on a treat later.

(I knew Jess would happily dip into her money, but I’m old-fashioned enough that I’d only ask her to go Dutch if I had no other choice. I’d invited her for the weekend – it was MY treat. My dorm meal plan could easily afford to buy two lunches, my wallet not so much... )

It didn’t seem right to abruptly break our loving mood by leaping out of bed in one sudden athletic maneuver, so I went for the softer option, kissing Jess lovingly for a couple of minutes before I gently disengaged our tangled limbs. Much as I’d have LOVED to nibble every gorgeous square inch of her nubile body, I had to give myself a rain check on that pleasurable task. After all, I had all night and most of tomorrow...

I checked there was nobody else using the communal bathroom: the whole floor was quiet, so we took a very quick shower – for cleanliness rather than pleasure – before scurrying back to my room and getting dressed.

With twenty minutes still to go before we could eat, Jess nestled in my lap on my lone padded chair, and we talked. Okay, so maybe I did have one hand inside her top, idly caressing the soft warm skin of her lower back, but it was a token of closeness, not an attempt to get anything more intimate started. Her arm was around my shoulders, with occasional forays by her fingers to stroke the back of my neck. Again, affection rather than passion.

Jess wondered out loud how Libby was getting on with finding out exactly what still troubled / triggered Laura, and I joked back that if they were being totally pampered at the spa, there probably wasn’t a whole lot of questioning going on right now. Just low moans of appreciation as they had their scalps massaged or skilled hands rubbed warming and stress-relieving fragrant oils into their shoulders. Or maybe they were enjoying a cocktail before sitting down to a gourmet lunch...

Those observations earned me a teasing repeat of Jess’s earlier comment that she’d absolutely made the wrong decision, keeping me company rather than Laura.

Well, I chose to believe she was only teasing. Guess I jumped right into that hole!

Though two can tease.

Jess backtracked on her complaint just as soon as I started moving my fingers under her waistband, ostentatiously heading down towards her ass crack. We both knew I couldn’t possibly reach my objective, not without undoing the front fastening of her jeans, but she rapidly admitted I was actually doing okay so far on the massages, though I perhaps needed to work a little on the ambience of the surroundings. Yeah, like I could ever make a college dorm room anywhere near as luxurious as a high-end spa massage studio which had probably been carefully staged by a fashionable interior designer...

I changed the subject, relating to Jess how Libby had happily conversed with her daughter while she and I were in bed together Wednesday.

Jess was fascinated that Toni had actually KNOWN her Mom would be wearing sexy lingerie that evening; she asked if Paul ever confided anything about Toni to me.

I explained that one of the key principles I’d covered, during those rather awkward conversations when I’d first set him up with Toni, was that a decent guy never told anyone about his sexual partners, especially the friend who’d introduced them, and Paul had observed it with almost religious fervor. Yeah, he’d often tell me how much he was looking forward to seeing her again, or that they’d had a great weekend, but intimate details, nada.

Jess giggled as she asked me if I remembered our first introduction to Toni back in June, when Libby had brought her daughter along as a guest and entrusted her to us.

Like we’d ever forget that evening!

We hadn’t exactly created a monster – Toni willingly admitted she’d done some wild college parties her freshman year before she calmed down and found herself a boyfriend – but we certainly unleashed her enthusiasm for group sex and refreshed her willingness to enjoy what another woman had to offer. It had been quite the evening – Jess, Laura and I had decided to leave our room and find Toni some like-minded playmates in an expanded private session. Very soon, several shibboleths had been toppled and trampled underfoot, including father-and-son Kelvin and George Bowen sharing mother-and-daughter Libby and Toni Van Allan. On the same bed as Laura, Jess and I were doing our damndest to reduce George’s mother Carol to a quivering wreck in close proximity to her husband and son.

And then we’d joined in with the more general shenanigans downstairs...

After declaring, “I just LOVE sex,” then stating that she’d gone without for the last month since splitting up with her boyfriend, Toni had then proceeded to catch up on the deficit, by enthusiastically availing herself of as many opportunities as presented themselves at a Cialis-fueled sex party where nobody’s dick ever really went soft, and then occupying our attention most of the next day too.

Oh yeah, Toni had proven herself pretty much insatiable when she put her mind to it. She could have easily outlasted any three of us guys – though that was also true of most of the women who frequented our sex parties – but it was one heck of a game performance at her first appearance after a long break from such parties. Even with pharmaceutical help and the cheat of getting her off with my mouth and fingers, there was no way I could make her cry ‘uncle’ before I was unable to get it up again. Libby’s daughter had inherited quite the competitive streak.

Which raised the question Jess now voiced, “Sooooo ... is Toni gonna be able to stay faithful to Paul?”

THAT was an uncertainty that occasionally tormented me, mostly whenever I saw Paul’s eager, almost needy, expression as he rushed to be with his girlfriend.

Oh, I totally believed Toni when she assured me she’d never hurt my roomie, but I’m doubtful she realized quite how much having a girlfriend would mean to him.

She was his first love in so many ways, and I vividly recalled how broken I felt when I discovered that Amy and I were not as exclusive as I had believed.

I was one-hundred-percent sure Toni was currently being totally faithful to Paul. Don’t get me wrong. She isn’t a liar: I consider her as honorable as her mother, who sets a very high bar for integrity and ethics. The question in my mind was how long Toni could maintain a monogamous lifestyle before being tempted back into the darker side.

Maybe her wildest days WERE now behind her, but ‘never say never’ IS a thing, and there was no doubting Toni’s enthusiasm and delight when participating in group sex. She’d proved she could ‘take a licking and keep on ticking’ and love the heck out of the whole thing.

I sighed, “I don’t know exactly where they are going ... and I’m not sure they do either, but going by what Toni was saying about wearing a black bodysuit for him, she’s trying to spice things up, add a few kinks. Oh, I know what Paul wants, which is for their relationship to go on forever just as it is. He’s totally smitten. She’s his first girlfriend, so he’s gonna be absolutely devastated if they do break up. He’s one of the most rational guys I know, but ... this whole relationship thing is all new territory to him. As for Toni, I just can’t see one guy being enough for her for the rest of her life, no matter how fond of him she is – that weekend we opened up a real Pandora’s Box with the group sex and the girl/girl action.”

Jess smilingly reminded me that it had actually been THREE girls and one guy on Toni, and her lust-crazed persona had breezed through that debauchery and quickly transitioned to having sex with everyone else in that bedroom, including her own mother. And THEN she’d kept on going until the end of the party when she’d crashed from sheer physical exhaustion.

Although I could make an educated guess about Paul’s feelings, I needed to hear the female perspective, so enquired, “Jess, what would you do if you were in Toni’s position?”

She sucked in a huge breath of air and was quiet for a minute or two while she considered her words.

“I’m not her, but what you said about opening up Pandora’s Box rings so true. Now that I’ve experienced girls, different partners and group sex, I can’t see that I would ... that I could ... ever settle for monogamy, not even with you.”