Chapter 22: The Rest of the Vacation – Part 5

Going Home With Diana

It was very late, or early, when I left The Glade and walked back, in the dark, to our cabin. I found Diana already asleep or faking it really well. She had separated the beds, so I got into mine and quickly fell asleep.

“Good morning, lover,” I said quietly.

“Good morning, lover?” Diana replied questioningly.

“We have been lovers, right?”

“We have. I didn’t hear you come in last night?”

“I didn’t come in last night; I came in this morning.”

“I messed you up that bad?” Her question was dripping with sorrow.

“I don’t know if messed up is the correct term.”

“Fucked up?” Diana said apprehensively.

I chuckled as I stretched myself out in the bed. My erection drawing Diana’s attention.

“Do you want to take advantage of my current physical state before we go to breakfast?”

She looked at me, then at my erect penis. I could see her mind at work.

“Do you want me to?”

“I don’t care if you do or don’t. One of the things I learned these past two weeks is that apparently some women will have sex for almost any reason. I’m thinking that when we go home, I’m going to start working towards being the next IT supervisor so I can have my own personal assistant.”

Diana looked at me in horror and took off out of the door. Her hair was still a tangled mess and she was in tears. I guess that she didn’t want to fuck, or she didn’t want me to be more successful at work. Oh, well. I got up and used the toilet, washed my face, brushed my teeth and walked out into the coolness of the morning air. It smelled like a storm was coming.

I walked over to take a nice, warm, shower and, after drying, I walked into the clubhouse. None of the ladies were there yet, so I got out a bowl and made oatmeal. There wasn’t much OJ left in our refrigerator. I took the last of it for myself. I was just about finished when the ladies walked in. They looked like they were trying to sneak in, and Diana and Sasha looked like they had been crying a lot. I sat there and finished my oatmeal as they came in and made bowls of cold cereal.

I was amazed when they all gathered themselves at a separate table to eat. I guess my morning statement to Diana had been shared with the other ladies. Since I was done, I got up, washed and dried my bowl, before returning it to the cabinet. I went to the freezer to check to see if any of the meat I had purchased this week was remaining. There was none left.

I walked out the clubhouse door and went back to the cabin and set out the clothes I was going to wear on the trip home. I made sure that I had gathered everything I’d brought with me, including the unused clothes and towels. I packed my suitcase and backpack, then carried the luggage out to Diana’s car and set them down by the trunk. I went back inside, lay down on the bed and waited for Diana to come back. I must have nodded off because when Diana came in, she startled me.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go,” she said quietly.

“I’m packed. My luggage is out by the car. Am I going home with you as you originally plotted?”

“Plotted?”

“Yeah, you know like planning out things before you actually do them.”

“Mick, why are you being so mean all of a sudden?”

“Mean? Me? What have I done over the past three weeks that has been mean? Did I turn down your plot to get me to go to dinner and then dancing? Was I mean when I agreed to come to this camp? Did I react in a mean fashion when we got here, and you had to reveal the part of the plot about this being a nudist camp? Did I react in a mean way when you plotted for me to have sex with all five of you?”

“But Mick...”

“No ‘but Mick’,” I stopped her in mid-sentence. “Was I mean when you finally told me the truth after three weeks? Are you sure that you know the meaning of the word ‘mean’?”

Diana dropped onto the bed and began to cry.

I asked with no emotion. “I’m sorry, was I being mean?”

“Mick, no you are not being mean. You are being a bastard!”

“Really?” I took a deep breath. “Now I’m not going to be mean. Now I’m going to be pissed!”

I raised my voice enough that it drew the attention of the ladies in the next cabin, because in a matter of a minute, Jos and Lissa came into our cabin. When they saw the lay of the land, Jos took off and got the other two ladies. I knew that Tasha was going to be the one to do the confronting, so I sat on my bed and waited.

When the door opened Tasha blew in and stood right in front of me.

“Nice tits, Tasha.”

It happened so fast that I couldn’t get my hands up to block the slap. I shook my head and stood. I grabbed Tasha by her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed.

“ALL OF YOU! SIT!”

The women’s butts all hit the beds so fast it almost made my head spin. I looked at each of them. Only Tasha looked me back in my eyes, with intense anger, I might add.

“Diana thinks that I am being mean because I didn’t get mad when she set me up,” I started off calmly. “She thought I was mean when I didn’t get upset because she got me to a nudist camp. She thinks I am being mean because I didn’t get mad when she plotted for me to get laid by all of you. And now because I was being mean by not getting mad, Tasha walks in here and slaps me across the face. This morning I offered Diana a good morning fuck because that is why I thought you all brought me here. Then she thought I was being mean when I told her that I wanted to become the head of IT so I could have my own PA. Then you all sit away from me at breakfast because I was so mean.”

I paused and took a breath. Now all ten eyes were on me.

“So, let me tell all of you what I decided last night and early this morning. First, I decided that you all ARE like my mother.”

They all flinched; their eyes wide open. They knew that they had just been compared to the most horrible, vile woman I’d known in my entire life. The tears began to flow from some of the lady’s eyes.

“You see I’ve figured out during the past two weeks that what my mom did had nothing to do with sex. It had nothing to do with cheating.”

It was, indeed, Tasha who spoke first. “What could we have done that made you compare us to THAT woman?”

“Tasha don’t get too high up on that horse, dear. You are more guilty in my eyes than any of the others, even Diana, the head plotter. You see it was never about sex with my mom, it was about trust. I’d come to love each of you, but along with that love came the trust I had completely lost because of seeing my mother break her trust with my dad.”

That hit Tasha. Now all of the women were beginning to cry.

“Each of you made me believe in you and trust you. Tasha, I shared things with you that I had never told anyone ... ever. And all along the way you were lying to me. You were pretending that what we were doing was spontaneous and natural, when all the time it was a part of Diana’s plot.

“And now I’m supposed to go home and take Sasha and marry her according to one of you. Tell me how long were we supposed to be married before she cheated on me? Diana, was that a part of your plot?”

Sasha tried to run out the door, but I jumped over and stopped her and blocked the door.

“Nobody is walking out on this. Not me, not any of you. Diana had a great plot. She brought a woman with great tits, one with a great butt, one with a great pussy, one that was almost a virgin, and then, herself. She was presenting me with a buffet of sex options. She claims that she did it for me, to make my life better. How’s that working for you? It’s actually working fine for me.”

I was rolling, so I kept driving spikes into the lady’s hearts.

“I was sitting against that tree last night and I ran through all of the things that I loved about each of you. Jos, I made that spreadsheet, scoring each of the ladies attributes, right?”

Jos nodded as she wiped her eyes with her towel.

“I was going over each of your strengths and weaknesses, then I realized that I left off an entire column for each of you. That column was for trustworthiness. After the revelation from last night, how many of you could score higher than a zero?”

They all sat there, quietly. As a matter of fact, the quiet was intense. The tears had stopped. The whimpering had stopped. Tasha didn’t look so aggressive now. I took a long breath and sighed.

“Now, that is all I’ve got to say, except for one more thing. When we go home, and get back in the real world, I would like to be able to take Sasha and Tasha out and start dating them. One thing I learned that was 100% true, was that I was lonely, and I didn’t know it. I had a hidden hole in my life. I would like to see if one of you could fill it.”

The two women I named looked at me like I had two heads.

“Ladies, what’s the matter? Everything else aside, when I thought you were being honest, we had a bond that was important. If we can recreate it on an honest footing, I’m open to that.”

“Tasha, I would like to find out if I can learn to trust you like I did my soldiers when I was deployed. That kind of trust was impossible to find in the real world because I closed the real world off. I thought that we had that, and if we can, then I sure could use a trusted friend.”

“Sasha, I fell in love with you. I would like to see if I could do that again, once I learn to trust you, if I can. You made me see that love could be a great addition to my life. Then you made me see that love can also be a smokescreen to the worst aspects of a person’s life. When I thought you loved me, I had never been so happy. I think I got addicted to that happiness.”

“Jos, Lissa, Diana you each made me feel things I had never felt, but I don’t know if it was real or a lie. And that was the core of my issues with my mom. I didn’t understand the concept of husband and wife love when my dad and I caught her. All I knew was that my dad and I had trusted her to be a certain person and she lied. A mom lying to her child is about as bad as it can get, in my mind.”

Sasha looked up at me through red, tear-filled eyes.

“Mick, I do love you and I understand the trust issue. When we get home, I would love to be able to date you. But no sex until I feel that you really trust me.”

“Sasha, I agree. I don’t plan on having sex for a long time. To me, that is the ultimate trust.”

“Mick, I’ll do what I can to gain your trust as well,” Tasha said. “I’m sorry for how we handled things. I think I can speak for the rest of the girls when I say that our feelings for you were honest and true, even if the way we got there wasn’t.”

“Tasha, I wish I could believe you, but all of you have admitted to lying to me and tricking me and playing with my feelings and emotions. Now what is the plan for the day? I asked before, Diana? Are you taking me to my apartment? Before I asked if you were taking me home and I think that might have meant something different to you.”

I sat there listening while the sniffles and outright sobs began anew. I found myself looking at the field of battle, just like in Kandahar. Rush in, fuck everything up, rush out. All five women were in tears to some degree or another.

“Do I need to leave so you can talk among yourselves?” I asked.

Diana straightened up and spoke. “No, Mick. I got you into this and I’ll take you back.”

“OK! Now that I know the who, what about the when? When do we leave?”

“I have to pack and dress, then we can get on the road,” Diana sniffled before she continued. “Girls are we going to go home in a group like we did coming here?”

They all nodded.

I walked towards the door and turned, “While you five pack, I am going to go to The Glade and enjoy the sights and sounds for the last time, unless some of you want a quick one. Lissa, a quick ass fuck?”

They looked at me almost in horror. Like Dr. Frankenstein looking at his monster. I shrugged my shoulders.

“You can honk the car horn when you’re ready, or someone can come and get me in case the horn can’t be heard.”

I headed out the door and walked slowly up to The Glade. I walked slowly feeling the sweet air on my face. I’m sure that women, like Tasha, never take the time to feel how their breasts move when they walk or bend over. That was the first thing I thought I was going to miss, the feeling of my penis swinging freely in the open air as I walked.

I also contemplated what magical things breasts are to men. I guess the same applies to women and penises. Each of the ladies had said that I had the perfect penis, no doubt a part of the plan to get to me. As I walked, I looked at the various men’s and women’s bodies.

I even took a few seconds to look at Mrs. Smith. For the first time since I had been there, she was walking around the club with Mr. Skinner. She was not an attractive woman and he was not an attractive man. I remembered what he had said about her, but if you looked closely it was easy to see they loved each other and that it was a long and old love. Three weeks ago, I would have never noticed, and I sure would have never thought that a long and old love was in my future.

Damn women.

Diana spoke so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her. Sasha was with her. “Mick? We’re ready to go.”

“OK,” I stood and started walking towards the camp. I stopped at the edge of The Glade.

“Do either of you want to knock off a quickie for the road?”

“What have we done to you?” Diana moaned.

The two women began to cry and ran ahead of me back towards the camp. I walked at a leisurely pace, and after dressing in the cabin, went to the cars to find them turned around facing the entrance. I got in the front seat of Diana’s car and put on my seat belt. She was still crying and must have been bleary eyed, because she was weaving all over the driveway going towards the camp office.