Chapter 4

The third floor bathroom had a huge tub. More than big enough for Heath to sink in, recline, and hold Aislin on his cock. He was erect against her belly. She was smiling and leaning back to rinse off her hair in the shower.

“You are so beautiful,” Heath said, reverently. His hands wandered over her skin. He thumbed a pair of freckles on the side of her nipple.

“You’re pretty hot yourself,” Aislin grinned. She stroked her fingers back and pulled her blonde hair away from her face. “You ready to get started?”

“I am so lucky,” Heath said.

“Lucky enough to get quarantined in an old haunted house with a wrecked car and one of the horsemen of the apocalypse roaming around outside?” Aislin softly smiled.

“Lucky enough to be here with you,” Heath said.

“That’s so swe--oh, nice...”

Heath had pulled her in and kissed her on the throat. His hands slid down her body and lifted her ass. She had her hands flat against the tiles, on either side of his head. The rain of the shower on her back and the sloshing of the quarter full tub echoed along the walls.

“Closer to the asshole,” Aislin directed.

“I remember last night,” he said, giddily. “We’ll get there. But I’ve gotta start up here.”

“Oh, you do remember!” Aislin shuddered as the tip of his cock swirled around her clit. He kissed up to her jaw. He kissed down to her collarbone. She moaned heavier when he nipped the dip of her throat. She flexed her wrists, rolled her ass muscles forward. She panted. Her pussy broke the surface of the water as his cock slipped inside of her.

“That fits so good!” She gasped. “Wow.”

“You are so hot inside,” he said around her carotid. She eased herself down, breaking his kiss until she looked him straight in the eyes. They kissed.

“Just because I’m on top, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be fucking me,” she said.

He grinned. He listened. He listened well. Aislin yelled, as she bounced. Water splashed all around her. She tried to fuck him back but he was so much stronger than she was. He tossed her up and down his cock. His tentativeness from last night was gone, replaced with eager chaos. She slapped the wall. She scratched his chest. She whipped her hair in and out of the shower spray.

“Reach back and stop the water,” he told her.

“Why?” she moaned, unwilling to divert her attention.

He didn’t have an answer right away. She felt incredible and thinking beyond her, them, their bodies, was like pushing his brain through a sponge. Instead, he grabbed her by the back of the neck, a fistful of her hair in his fingers and pulled her forward.

She kissed him with fire. He was rising and crashing waves around the tub. He kept rising on his knees. She kept falling backwards. Her place on top was in jeopardy. It was a good thing he held her hair, her neck, her head.

He weaved her skull around the spout of the faucet. She squealed as her head slipped down into the water. She let go of him and slipped from the wall. She reached out with both arms and caught the lips of the tub to pull herself up, to keep her mouth and nose and eyes out of the water.

Showerfall rained off of Heath’s hair and spattered on to Aislin’s face. She was dunked once, twice, but like a witch she always floated back up with a gasp of breath. Her lips and tongue were spattered by the run-off cascading down his hair and shoulders.

“Right.” He reached forward and stopped the shower. He pressed the plunger that redirected the flow to the tub faucet. The spout sprayed over Aislin’s head, shocking her. She squealed, clamped her pussy down on him. It shocked his hand. It took him an extra moment to stop the water.

“Are you alright?” He worried. She pulled herself up, water running off of her skin. She snapped an elbow around his neck and kissed him hard.

“Fuck me!” she whispered into his lips.

He obeyed. Already, rushed and battered and spent. His cum near-instantly fired inside her shaking body. She snapped her hips, taking over the rhythm as he struggled to keep going through his orgasm.

Sore but unfinished, smiling but not yet ecstatic, Aislin looked at Heath with need and saw bliss.

“I need--”

“I think I know,” he nodded, between heavy breaths. He lifted her from the water and struggled around until he was seated as they started. He kept turning her. She fell, her back against his chest and her right leg over the lip of the tub. He brushed aside her hair and ran a hand over her breast.

“No, I need--”

“I know where to go,” he promised with a kiss to her earlobe. With a squeeze of her breast, he reached down to her pussy and started to rub her clit.

“You, uh, do,” she said. She grabbed his fingers, certain to be certain that he would not be too gentle. He learned quickly. Her voice echoed off of the tiles. She kicked a bottle of shampoo into the tub.

“I,” Heath started as she cooled down. “I love you?”

It was a question. He didn’t know how to do this but he knew how he felt, with his head swimming with ecstasy and brightness.

“I love you too.” Aislin’s smile twisted into triumph. He couldn’t see through her joy to the teeth. She rolled onto her knees and kissed him hard. “Looks like you got another one.”

“Yeah,” Heath said. He looked up from the water he periscoped out of and they both grinned.

“Good news,” Nadine said. Everyone was sitting around the dining room table as she laid out plates of stir-fried vegetables with chicken over rice.

“Wow, this is real food,” Heath said. “This is great news. Thank you, Nadine.”

Nadine stopped. She blushed. She smiled. “You’re welcome.”

“That’s not what you were going to say,” Aislin interjected. She was sitting next to Heath. One of the pair always had a hand on the other. Heath was currently rubbing low on Aislin’s back.

Uly poured herself another glass of wine. She sat sloppily, smiling wanly. Tabitha was next to Uly and muttered a quiet but warm thank you when Nadine gave her a plate.

Nadine took a seat at the end of the table, just next to Heath.

“We are stuck here, we all talked to the cops and that doctor,” Nadine said.

“Good news indeed,” Aislin said. “At least you can cook.”

“It’s just oil in a pan and not burning things,” Nadine said. “Anyway, we don’t have our clothes or our bags.”

“I’ve got mine, but I don’t see how a physics textbook, a couple sticks of gum, and a half empty box of tampons are going to help us,” Tabitha said.

“I don’t think she meant your schoolbag,” Aislin said.

“God, tampons...” Uly grumbled. “A global pandemic and periods? The world is cruel.”

She looked around, hoping for a laugh. She repeated the joke. Tabitha rubbed Uly’s shoulder, but with the laugh, Uly went back to her wine and dinner.

“What I was saying is, Dad’s going to drop off some care packages and ring the doorbell,” Nadine said. “He just needs to know what sizes everyone wears.”

“34C,” Uly proudly arched her back. She poked Tabitha.

“I’ll tell you when--” She looked from Nadine to Heath and back. “Later.”

“Sounds good,” Heath said. “Thank you, Nadine.”

“Nadine!” Uly raised her glass. “Our maid and sex slave!”

She held the glass up and over the table. Heath gave in, poured himself half a glass of wine, and clinked glasses with Uly. Nadine was smiling when Heath took a sip. Aislin’s hand went to his cock. He looked at her wide eyes.

“I think I’m full,” Tabitha said, pushing her half-eaten plate away.

“There’s dessert,” Nadine said. “I found chocolate flakes, caramel syrup, ice cream, and Cool Whip. Nothing seemed too bad after the power outage last night.”

“I know what I want for dessert.” Aislin grinned and snuggled in on Heath.

“Yeah, I’ll pass. Thank you, Nadine.” Tabitha got up and left the table.

“Who wants to do something fun?” Uly asked.

Nadine, Uly, and Tabitha sat in the living room with a deck of cards and several bottles of wine. Nadine drank with Uly but not to pace. Tabitha swirled her glass but barely sipped. Aislin’s voice echoed down from the third floor.

“I’m not saying I’m jealous...” Nadine said, looking up.

“Tabby’s jealous,” Uly said. “I’m feeling something. I just want to play too.”

“What’s he see in her?”

“Well, she’s pretty much always horny,” Nadine said. “I don’t think she’s faking it.”

“Why would you fake it?”

“Sometimes you didn’t start for the right reasons or something’s off,” Nadine said. “It’s better than hurting his feelings.”

“Or you’re sucking his dick,” Uly said. “Fake an orgasm with his cock in your mouth. He’ll love you forever.”

“Is sucking dick hard?” Tabitha asked.

“If you’re doing it right,” Nadine smiled.

“No, I meant, is it difficult?” Tabitha sighed.

“It is if it isn’t hard,” Nadine said. Uly burst out laughing. She covered her mouth as she spit red wine over her fingers. After she calmed down, she started licking them clean.

“Alright, the only game we all seem to know is Go Fish,” Nadine said, with a quick bridge shuffle.

“Or strip poker,” Uly suggested.

“I don’t want to play with just us girls,” Nadine said.

“Heath’s taken. Do you have any boys?” Tabitha grumbled.

Nadine sighed. “Go fish.”

Three days had passed. Tabitha hardly got off of the phone. Uly was running at four bottles a day. Nadine did her best to keep everyone fed and the towels laundered. Aislin and Heath fucked like rabbits.

Everyone only had their one outfit that had gotten soaked outside and dried out on a radiator. The dress code was lax, mostly the girls wore their underwear and a shirt. Heath wore his boxers and jeans. Tabitha was almost always blushing.

Hearing Heath and Aislin day in and out was bad enough. Walking in on Heath with Aislin using the couch they all sat on freaked Tabitha out. When she found Uly sitting on it later, she told her.

“Yeah, that’s why it smells like this.” Uly beamed a crooked drunk smile. Tabitha breathed in. It smelled more like Aislin after volleyball than anything else, but something tickled her nose hairs. She sat down next to Uly. The bell rang.

“That’s daddy!” Nadine rushed out of the kitchen to the front step.

It was snowing lightly, wind curled in over her bare legs. Four boxes were sitting on the front step. The car in the driveway beeped its horn. Nadine waved as Aislin, topless walked up next to her.

“Jesus girl! Don’t show my dad your titties!” Nadine jumped in front of Aislin and blocked the view.

“It’s freezing! How about you just grab boxes and close the door,” Tabitha grumped. she leaned out the door and waved as the car drove away. Heath came fourth.

“Hruff!” Aislin shuddered as she closed the door behind Nadine.

“I hope to hell they got everything.” Uly staggered out from the living room. “Cause this has gone rank.”

She slipped off of her bra and opened the box in Tabitha’s hands. Heath stared. Aislin elbowed him.

“It’s OK if men who aren’t your boyfriend see your tits, but he can’t see mine?” Uly reclined backwards and nearly fell over. Heath’s box clumped to the ground and he rushed over to keep Uly on her feet.

“Let’s go unwrap the presents,” Nadine said.

“You OK?” Heath asked Uly.

“I’ll be fine, hold me for a few more minutes,” she said, with a grin.

“You’re fine,” Heath said, awkwardly putting her on her feet. “Now, let’s carry these boxes up to our rooms, OK?”

He was surprised when Uly nodded and rushed over to pick up the box Heath had dropped.

“I can carry one--”

“Yes, you can,” Aislin agreed, unloading her box into his hand. She kissed him on the cheek and said, “Might as well go to Tabitha and Uly’s room.”

They climbed the stairs and everyone gathered in the side bedroom. Aislin forced Uly into a t-shirt, though Uly’s nipples pricked up the fabric. Nadine handed Aislin a shirt as well.

“Oh my god,” Tabitha said, taking out a chocolate bar and unwrapping it instantly. “I needed this.”

“What we really need is internet,” Aislin said. “Ordering shit off of Amazon sucks when trying to keep a signal upstairs.”

“Yeah, the time I tried it my order fell through,” Tabitha agreed.

“Dad cancelled my credit card,” Nadine said. “Until your car is paid off.”

“Hey, who wants to have a fashion show?” Uly said, lifting a dress out of one of the boxes. “This’ll look awesome on Tabby.”

“They’re all just pretty normal clothes,” Aislin said, rummaging through a box. “I think we can just find what we like and not do that.”

“Boo!” Uly said. “C’mon, you put this on.”

Tabitha caught the dress. She frowned, then she reached up and unhooked her bra.

“Oh, maybe I should take my stuff up to our room,” Heath said, unable to look away as Tabitha got her breasts out.

“No fashion show! Stop trying to steal my boyfriend!” Aislin stomped. She looked strongly at Heath.

“I guess, I guess we can’t do that. No fashion show.” The girls didn’t argue with Heath and nodded right away. Tabitha still put on the dress. It was light, comfortable, looking good while lazing around the house kinda clothes. She brushed down her belly. She looked up and frowned.

“Sorry, Heath,” she said. “I’m not showing off, it’s not a show.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He shook his head.

“OK, I won’t be.”

Aislin cocked her lips. “We need a shower before we get dressed. Come on, Heath.”

She stomped away.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked the room.

“You’re getting laid!” Aislin angrily called back. Heath chased her out.

“You want to put on everything and then play strip poker for hours?” Nadine asked with a shrug.

“There’s literally nothing else to do,” Tabitha said.

“I can think of something,” Uly said. “Who wants a glass of wine?”

Aislin reached up backwards and gripped the headboard in two places. Her thighs squeezed tightly on Heath’s ears.

Fuck! He was trainable! He listened when he had his tongue in her pussy! He put his tongue in her pussy! He was such a trade up from the guys in her life in high school. Shit, she should’ve picked one of the guys who had to work for it back then.

She was gasping, rolling her shoulders. Her skin was slick with sweat and red with exertion. She moaned and groaned. She bit inside of her cheek. No, she had left the door open for a reason. She let her mouth hang open and she bellowed.

“Dad says he might know a guy who can hook up satellite internet. Just not as soon we’d like.” Nadine tried to speak in between Aislin’s house-splitting cries.

“Yeah, Mom and Dad called around,” Tabitha frowned. “The installer guy’s social distancing. It could be weeks.”

“That’s what dad said too.” Nadine ground her teeth as Aislin’s “Oh god!” filled the house. “She’s doing this on purpose.”

“Do you want to go up and close their door?” Tabitha said.

“She’s,” Uly hiccuped. “She’s just making sure Heath sticks with her, you know? Because he could have any one of us. Hell, any two of us!”

“Get your head off my shoulder.” Nadine lifted Uly. “You’re OK right? You’re not going to die from the drink?”

“What else am I gonna do?” Uly moaned. “It’s not fair.”

“What do you guys want to happen?” Tabitha said. “If we try to break him up with Aislin, he’s gonna hate us.”

“I don’t want him to stop fucking Aislin,” Uly said. “But I’d like to get laid too. Or even play cards with him. Or tell stories. But when we get close, Aislin’s all, ‘Who wa~ants se~ex?’”

“I do. I do.” Nadine said, mopily. “I was angry when you called me a sex slave. But, I mean, I just want to be touched. Thank you, Tabitha.”

Tabitha had wrapped up Nadine in a hug. Uly leaned in and hugged over the other girls.

“Aislin’s got him by the balls,” Tabitha said. “And he’s smiling like an idiot. I’m kinda happy for him. Aislin’s great. Heath’s great. Heath deserves great.”

“What do you deserve?” Uly smiled.

“I don’t know,” Tabitha frowned.

“Slavery, punishment, anger?” Nadine sighed.

“Well, what are we going to do about it?” Uly grumbled.

“I love your cock inside me! Yes! Heath! Yes!”

The girls looked up and frowned. Nadine rubbed the arms that still held her. “I have one bad idea.”

“I’ll do anything,” Tabitha said. “Well ... No killing Aislin and burying her in the woods.”

“Plan C then,” Nadine said. “Open another bottle of wine for Uly.”

“You guys gonna drink with me this time?” Uly said. “I don’t want to be sick and alone.”

“You won’t be alone,” Nadine said.

Aislin stubbed her toe on the headboard and kneed herself in the nose. She started laughing.

“Are you OK?” Heath pulled back. That sucked for Aislin as she was unfolded and her pussy moved down and away from his dick.