Chapter 32

We were all inside the new cave, busily unloading when the rest of my mates, those who'd stayed to help Jockat's people organize their move, came in to join us.

Mecha had been leading the group and she told me she hadn't wanted to stay overnight.

"They knew what to do by the time we left and they have plenty of horses and help. We wanted to be home so we left. We came on back to this valley when we learned the rest of you had. We weren't very far behind, in fact we saw the last of you going into the woodline in the middle valley."

"I'm Glad you came back early. We can have a little celebration for our first night in the new cave," I said, picking her up in my arms and spinning her around.

It was a good move since it had her giggling and yelling for me to put her down. I did of course, and then gave Kemela the same treatment, and then the others in turn.

My frivolity was well received, especially by the children. I wasn't done yet though. I asked Chris to go ahead and dig out her iPod again and I even helped her select the first number. Somehow "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" by Iron Butterfly sounded just right to me and Chris said "What the hell," and put it on.

Chris had never considered her iPod a proper way to play music. To her it was only handy temporary storage media. Of course this meant it would have never been appropriate as the primary sound system for enjoying music. It also meant it wasn't going to be the only device she extracted from the carrying case she almost never left home without.

Our original trip had been planned as a two-week vacation and her soft-sided musical-stuff case had come on the trip too. Including the laptop she devoted to MP3s only and her three piece set of Klipsch speakers with its sub-woofer and two satellite speakers. The amount of sound she could generate from such a small system would make the TV advertised Bose setup crawl away and hide behind a commode.

Of course everyone but Mary and me crowded around to watch whatever Chris was doing. Mary took the short break to buttonhole Welta and ask her to provide more of the alcoholic drink she'd come up with earlier.

Welta smiled wide when Mary mentioned it and came back with a skin-bag full of the stuff just before Chris finished her wiring job and set Iron Butterfly's biggest hit playing.

It was nothing like the Garth Brooks tune she'd started with the last time we did any real celebrating, but the haunting first few bars got their attention at once, then Welta and Mary started handing out cups of the booze as the bass line got going.

Even though they could only understand a word or two of the lyrics the back beat and bass line had prehistoric hips swaying within minutes and even the children were excited. Christy and Cinqua tried to copy the mature women by swishing their young asses, but the younger ones mostly concentrated on stomping their feet to the beat.

Still they were all dancing, sorta, in seconds. I got my ass busy putting up a few of our magic light fixtures. Hell, I wanted to see it all. Apparently Chris wasn't going to be satisfied with me observing the night away though.

Her next selection had nothing to do with any type of rock and roll. I didn't recall the name of the track but it was country and the beat practically screamed two-step. No doubt I'd be called on to finish the lessons I'd started that time before.

Dancing was fun for me and I didn't mind one damned bit. Most of the kids were sacked out by now, but Christy and Cinqua were still up and wanted a lesson too. I gave them both a turn and then Chris and Mary helped them with more pointers after their first lesson was done.

My main complaint was I could only dance with one woman at a time. The women weren't dismayed though. As soon as I finished a song teaching one she'd take a partner for practicing and sharing what she'd learned.

My next thought just shows how my mind works when it gets lubricated with strong drink. Suddenly I was dreaming of a caveman titty bar. I couldn't find a brass pole for the girls to swing around on, but I thought I could smooth off a small hardwood and mount it firmly after I cobbled up a stage.

Luckily I came to my senses before I daydreamed up a riot. It would be fine to have something like that and I could probably even cajole my women into performing for me, but there was no privacy in a cave, and I was pretty sure getting dozens of cave men to spring a boner would not lead to a pleasant evening for all concerned. No doubt I'd have to end up shooting several of them.

Well, it was a nice diversion for a few minutes, but when things came down to it my boat was already loaded. Not only did I have more women than I could hose per night, I even had Cinqua and Christy waiting in the wings, not to mention the widow of any man I might be forced to kill in the future.

Where Christy and Cinqua were concerned I could always hope they'd find some young man nearer their age to admire and then give it up for, but I had my doubts. I was afraid proximity would keep their focus on me and I knew myself well enough to understand when they started asking I wasn't going to be able to tell them no forever.

Luckily the two of them decided they'd had enough dancing lessons and stumbled to the children's furs for the night. As if it was the cue Chris had been waiting for, she switched to all country slow songs all the time. She even came over to get the first turn at the new tempo.

Our dance party degenerated into vertical foreplay after that. I heard Mary egging it on by telling Reela and Keela all there was to this type of dance was moving around slowly with me while I played with their goodies.

What the hell, it was fine with me. A few dances later I discovered I actually could fingerfuck a woman on the dance floor and still seem to be dancing with her, kinda.

Now was the time to teach them the horizontal bop, and I could do it to any type of music.

The next morning started out grand. I didn't even have to go outside to piss, and since there were no fixtures yet I got a wonderful view of any woman I wanted to watch pee. Most of them didn't even bother to put on a stitch before they headed for the bathroom.

Breakfast was another treat. We didn't have a table down here yet, but there were plenty of cooks and they'd brought more than enough food. After we'd finished eating Reela, Keela, and me headed back to the first valley while the others stayed behind to get our things organized.

That first night had put Growwta and Jockat in charge of the initial merging of their two groups. I could tell right away that it hadn't been completely painless since both of them had skinned knuckles and Jockat even had a small knot on his head. Things seemed to be going smoothly now though.