Aristippus Ch. 07 - Friday Strokes

She had not conferred with Alex in advance, and he wasn't sure what either position was. But having sex with Lacey in any position would have been amazing, so he didn't worry about the lack of prior planning. "Alex," she said, "you sit here, in the middle of the ottoman. Lean back, spread your legs and put your knees up."

Quick to comply, Alex followed Lacey's instructions. The only problem was that like Lucas, he was hard, but not fully ready for action. Nina offered Lacey lube, but shaking her head no, she went down on Alex, as Lauren had done for Lucas. It didn't take long, as Lacey was fully nude, and her oral skills were exceptional.

Once Alex was ready, Lacey wet herself from her mouth, and slid in between his legs, in the exact same position he was in - only facing him. She placed one leg between his, and one leg on the outside. And as his cock was already wet from her mouth, she began stroking him as she moved her body, closer and closer to his.

Soon their respective genitals were touching, Alex's manly package and Lacey's slippery lower lips. She continued stroking him for another minute or two, before bending his rigid pole downward, and guiding him into her yearning love canal. Once they were fully engaged, Lacey began a slow rocking back and forth, which Alex soon mimicked.

They rocked back and forth in this position for several minutes, with Alex adjusting his position from time to time, trying to get as deep a penetration as possible. It wasn't clear from his facial expression whether this was going to become a favorite of his or not. But it certainly was for Lacey. She had thrown her head back, her eyes were closed, and her mouth wide open. Gentle moans of ecstasy emanated from deep in her chest, spilling out in almost silent gasps with every slap of their colliding loins.

With Lacey's stimulation reaching a peak, she opened her eyes, put her hand on Alex's chest and pushed him back onto his back. With their legs still interlocked, she dropped to her side and took over the thrusting. They were now in the traditional scissoring position. A position common with lesbians, but in this version, one of the participants had a penis.

And now that Lacey was driving this train, she was pushing full steam ahead. She slammed her groin harder and harder into Alex's. Now it was his turn to throw his head back and close his eyes. But as for reaching orgasm first, that was definitely going to be Lacey. Faster and harder, she kept driving her hips... until nirvana. Keeping with the railroad metaphor, it hit her like a freight train.

As her release came, Lacey let go an erotic moan any girl would envy. And the smacking sounds that had been emanating from between their legs, was now a loud splat with each thrust of her hips. Lacey was the first girl to reach a climax that day, and all the girls, as well as Nina and Lucinda, applauded their approval.

Nina handed both of them a towel as they untangled their legs and sat up. "Well," Nina said, with an air of surprise. "I guess that's not the first time you've tried that."

Breathless, but excited, Lacey laughed, "No, not really. But I have to say, doing it with Alex and in front of my friends was quite a turn-on."

Still a little wobbly, Alex stood and helped Lacey to her feet. "Well," he said. "I'm just glad I could help."

"So, can you tell us a little more about how you became familiar with this position?" Nina asked.

While looking for her clothes, Lacey said, "I'm not sure. To be honest, I think it just evolved. But I've done it with both boyfriends and clients, and as far as I know - everybody liked it."

Angie eyed this explanation with suspicion. Scissor fucking is a common lesbian technique. And Lacey had told her that she was no lesbian. Well, she certainly liked Angie eating her pussy, even though Lacey did not return the favor. And Lacey certainly demonstrated that hetero-couples could do it as well as gay couples. But still, it both titillated her like she hadn't been since that first night and pissed her off just a little too.

With Lacey gathering her clothes, Angie knew she was next and wasted no time in taking the limelight. Jumping to her feet, she walked to the bar and taking Hayden's hand, led him to the ottoman. Then, unlike the other girls, Angie didn't discuss her intentions with her partner. Instead, she yanked off his towel and immediately dropped to her knees in front of him.

Then after aggressively sucking his dick for several minutes, she pushed Hayden backward onto the ottoman and pressed his legs as far apart as they would go. Angie was wearing tight-fitting spandex shorts and a sports bra. So, once Hayden was flat on his back, Angie stood and wiggled out of her shorts. The girls were a little surprised that she wasn't wearing any kind of underwear. But the group had become used to Angie's unconventional behavior, and nothing she did, startled them anymore.

With her pants now kicked out of the way, Angie moved between Hayden's legs, wet herself from her own mouth, and then thrusting her hips forward, while arching her back, she lowered herself onto his rigid staff. Holding his knees apart, Angie was fucking him in what is generally known as the amazon position. And fucking him she was. She was clearly taking charge, and all he had to do was sit back and enjoy the moment.

After several minutes of aggressive pounding, she pulled off of him, and grabbing his ankles, turned him ninety degrees, so that he was sideways to the group. Then after signaling him to move to the center, she stepped onto the ottoman herself, and taking his ankles, she pushed them straight up in the air. Now with him flat on his back and his feet high in the air spread like a giant V, she mounted him again, still facing forward.

This time, with their genitals already soaking wet and Angie still on her feet, she had no issue remounting him. Now bouncing up and down on his pole as if she were riding a pogo stick, Hayden just laid his head back and watched in awe as Angie had her way with him. After maybe five minutes, Angie was tired. And was probably disappointed that she hadn't gotten him off, stood up and pushed his legs together before sitting back down on him, as if she were going to ride him cowgirl style.

However, she had other plans. Angie didn't actually allow him to enter her. Instead, she sat on his slippery stick and began sliding back and forth, without actual penetration. Once she was comfortably situated on Hayden's lap, Angie pulled off her sports bra, and he quickly began massaging her sizable hangers. In less than a minute, this started to bring results. Sensing that success was near, Angie picked up the pace, sliding faster and faster. Suddenly his magic moment arrived, and a thick stream of man cream shot across his belly and up his chest.

The group all oohed and aahed at Angie's performance and gave her a nice round of applause. Nina handed them both towels and asked, "So Angie, it looks like we save the best for last. I assume this is something you do on a regular basis."

Angie didn't even bother to get dressed; she simply wrapped the towel around herself before gathering her shorts and sports bra. Then, looking up as she clenched her clothes in her hand, she said, "Yes, I have a client that seems to love it. He's a regular, so I've done it numerous times."

"And the pussy slide?" Nina asked.

Angie started to immediately answer, but then caught herself. "It's something I've done before," she answered after a thoughtful pause. There was a noticeable change in her voice, so Nina dropped the subject without any further explanation. But the assembled group was still very impressed with her performance and gave her a rousing round of applause.

As the acclamation died down, Nina turned back to face the group, and said, "Okay, Ladies. This is the big finale. Tonight is a formal dinner. It's common for a client to ask you to join him for an important business dinner or an awards banquet. He may not be married, or for one reason or another, his wife may be unable to attend. Or possibly he is just trying to impress his business associates and needs a beautiful woman on his arm. Eye candy, as they say."

That comment got a knowing chuckle from the girls. Which brought a smile to Nina's face, before she continued. "On the packing list you received with your acceptance letter, you were told to bring a cocktail dress or formal wear. In case you were wondering when you'd get a chance to wear it, well, tonight is the night. Happy hour will not start until six-thirty, so you'll have a little more than two hours to get ready. More time to do your hair and makeup. This is a special night, the guys will all be in tuxes, and you will all be in the spotlight. Make them proud."

"When do we know who our date will be?" Vicky asked.

"Oh, good question," Nina quickly responded. "Your date will be revealed at happy hour," she said without any further explanation.

With that, the girls all dashed for their cabins. Lacey couldn't wait to get in the shower and wash her hair. She didn't usually wear her hair up, as it was just a little longer than shoulder length. But she had some ideas of how to do it and was anxious to try.

Ninety minutes later, she was pleased as she stood looking in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was not exactly what she was hoping for, but still pretty cute. Stepping out of the bathroom, she slipped into a black lace thong and sat on the bed as she pulled on a pair of sheer black hose all the way to her upper thigh. She rarely wore hose; they weren't all that popular anymore. But this was a special event.

As Lacey stood naked, wearing nothing but a thong and black nylons, she turned slowly as she admired herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. But time was short; she needed to get dressed. Stepping into her slinky floor-length dress, so as to not mess up her hair, Lacey slipped into the shoulder straps and struggled to zip the zipper behind her back. Sitting back on the bed, she slipped on black high heels before one last check of the full-length mirror. She was very pleased. She looked hot, and she had never felt sexier.

Her dress was a dark blue satin, which followed her slender frame all the way to the floor. It was sleeveless, with a plunging neckline, revealing the most intriguing cleavage. Bra cups were sewn in as the dress was backless all the way to her waist, so wearing a bra would have been impossible. And on her right side, was a slit all the way up her leg. A true femme fatale, if there ever was one.

To complete her ensemble, she added a beautiful gold necklace of narrow rectangular chain links. The necklace was a single strand clipped in front, four or five links from the end. Leaving the remaining links to dangle seductively down her ample cleavage. To complete the look, she added a choker of a micro link gold chain around her neck and matching gold drop earrings of the rectangular links. The necklace and earrings were actually her mom's. Without her mother's knowledge, Lacey had borrowed it before heading to the retreat, hoping to return it before her mom ever noticed it missing. Lacey had loved the necklace since she was a kid, and tonight seemed like the perfect evening to wear it.

The only remaining issue was how to navigate the gravel path from her cabin to the lodge in high heels. But she had a plan for that too. Slipping out of her heels, she slipped on comfy mules and hurried to the lodge, holding her high-fashion shoes in her hands. Once safely on the lodge porch and leaning against a wooden column, she slipped off the mules and stepped back into her heels. Leaving her comfortable shoes under a nearby bench.

Stepping into the lodge, Lacey was stunned at the sight of all the men in tuxes. She remembered that Nina had told them the boys would all be in formal wear. But seeing it was still a surprise. The last time she saw them, they were either naked or were wearing nothing but a towel. As she entered the lodge, Nina and Lucinda were standing behind a table of small corsages. Lucinda picked up a yellow rose corsage and as Lacey leaned forward, pinned it to her dress.

"You will find your date at the bar," Nina said with a smile.

Lacey realized all the corsages were different, so her date was probably wearing the matching boutonniere. Slowly walking toward the bar, she scanned the men standing around socializing, all with what appeared to be a martini in hand. Suddenly her eyes lit up. "Aaron," she said. "You must be my date tonight."

"Lacey," he said, as he realized who had just said his name. Apparently, he was just as surprised as she was. "This must be my lucky day. To have you pick me for the lab this afternoon and now to be paired with you tonight," he said with a sparkle in his eyes.

As Aaron gazed upon Lacey, he couldn't believe his eyes. She was absolutely stunning. He had never seen her with her hair up and full makeup. Generally, at this point, when spotting a beautiful woman, he would undress her with his eyes. But as Lacey stood there smiling, he couldn't help but notice the total package. As Lacey slowly turned to show off her figure, Aaron gawked at the backless dress, clearly indicating that she wasn't wearing a bra. She then bent her right leg at the knee, revealing the slit that ran almost all the way to her hip.

Aaron was clearly impressed. Exactly what Lacey had been hoping for. Finally remembering his manners, he asked, "Can I offer you a drink?"

"Sure," Lacey said, a little embarrassed that she had been just gazing at him like a schoolgirl. "What are you drinking?"

"Oh, it's martini night. So, all the drinks will be served up this evening. But Don can make it however you like," Aaron responded.

"I'll have what you're having," Lacey said. She'd never had a martini before; all she knew was that they probably weren't sweet. But in the spirit of the evening, she was willing to try one.

Aaron signaled Don, who was in his usual position as the bartender. He pointed to his drink and then pointed to Lacey. Aaron's martini was made with an olive, so as Don started filling a jigger from a bottle of Tanqueray gin, he looked to Lacey and asked, "Dirty?"

Lacey was shocked. She had no idea what that meant. And didn't know if that was a reference to her personal hygiene, or some sort of sexual reference. She stood there for a moment in silence, before turning to Aaron for advice. "Dirty?" she inquired.

Aaron, trying not to laugh, turned to Don, and said, "No, she'll have it dry." Then turning back to Lacey, he said, "I already know you're a dirty girl. But I think we'll start you off with the traditional martini."

Now realizing that Don was referring to the drink and not to her personally, Lacey turned back to Aaron, and asked, "Is dirty sweeter?"

"No," Aaron said, as he placed his hand on top of hers. "Dirty means that they add olive juice. The pickling liquid from the olive jar. It just makes the martini a little salty and oily. Some people like it, but personally, I think it just makes the drink dirty."

As Don slides the ice-cold martini glass toward Lacey, she removes her hand from under Aaron's, and taking a sip, winces from its bitterness. Again, Aaron struggles not to laugh. "A little strong?" he asks with a smile.

Lacey doesn't immediately answer, but bashfully nods yes.

Aaron gulps the remainder of his first martini and slides the empty glass toward Don. Then taking the drink prepared for Lacey, says, "Don, why don't you make her a Gimlet."

Not sure that she was ready for unsweetened cocktails, Lacey watched with apprehension as Don filled a shaker with ice, added one and a half jiggers of vodka, and then half a jigger of a pale green syrup. Closing the shaker, he vigorously shook it back and forth over his head, before straining the contents into a chilled martini glass. He added a twist of lime and slid it across the bar to Lacey.

Taking her replacement drink in hand, she raised it and clinked glasses with Aaron. "I think you'll like this better," he said as they both took an initial sip.

"Yeah, much nicer," Lacey said with an appreciative smile. "Now, what is it again?"

"It's a Gimlet," Aaron said, setting his drink on the bar. "It can be made with either gin or vodka, and then Rose's Lime Juice. Rose's is just lime juice and simple syrup. It's a common bar staple. Gimlets are usually served on the rocks, but as this is Martini Night, Don served yours up, with a twist."

"You sound like a real expert on cocktails," Lacey flirted.

"Yeah, I tend bar on weekends during the school year," he said casually. "My dream job would be to work here, but I think Don has this job for as long as he wants it.

"You do work here," Lacey said, taking another sip of her drink. "Oh, yeah, I mean Don's job. Cooking and tending bar - on a permanent basis."

"You won't get to fuck all the guests," Lacey teased.

"Oh, I think I'd probably still do okay," Aaron said confidently.

Lacey chuckled, "You mean you'd get to sleep with Nina?"

Aaron just about choked on his drink. Abruptly setting his glass down, he said, "No - she's old enough to be my mother."

Lacey actually laughed at that. "Well, that's a pretty discomforting image," she said, amused that she had Aaron on the defense. "I'm going to ignore the mother reference. But don't you think Nina is pretty?"

"Yeah, of course," he said. "But Nina and Don, along with Lucinda and Simón, own this place, so I think of them more like parents. You know the bosses. I think Nina is very attractive, but not as a potential bedfellow."

Lacey nodded knowingly, for she understood what he was trying to say. But he was still a horny college student. And Lacey knew he'd Mrs. Robinson her at the drop of a bedsheet, if given the chance.

For the next hour, Aaron and Lacey mingled with the other couples. And she was delighted to see that Celeste and Jamie were also there. Both had changed into formal wear, and they looked like a lovely couple. However, the protocol was clearly different tonight. On previous nights, the girls were encouraged to mingle on their own. Tonight, while sampling hors d'oeuvres, they were clearly mingling as a couple. Aaron held Lacey's hand as they worked the crowd together, with Aaron introducing his date for the evening to every other couple as if they didn't already know each other. Including a pleasant visit with Celeste and Jamie for a few minutes.

At seven-thirty sharp, Nina called everyone to dinner. The room had been arranged with one long banquet table, complete with fancy china, crystal glassware, and fine silver. And it was the first night that there were actually seating assignments. It was apparent that this was indeed a formal affair. Nina and Lucinda were positioned in the center of the table, opposite Celeste and Jamie. And as Don and Simón were both working, it was nice that the two course directors had their own guests to chat and socialize with.

As Don filled everyone's wine glasses, Simón served the soup course, which was a cold gazpacho. "It's cold," Lacey said as she tasted it.

"It's supposed to be," Aaron whispered to her. "It's a cold vegetable soup." He paused to see if she had another question, but when she didn't, he added, "Perfect for a warm summer evening."

Lacey wasn't sure she liked it at first, but since she saw everyone else eating it, she didn't want to be singled out as the only one who didn't. The serving wasn't all that large, and by the time she finished, she actually liked it. Next was a small salad of field greens with a cherry tomato and a vinaigrette dressing; Lacey was fine with that. She just wondered why the servings appeared to be on the small side.

She soon found out why. As Don switched the white wine glasses for red, Simón served the main course. The entrée was a cut of all most blood rare smoked prime rib. Served beside garlic mashed potatoes and steamed asparagus, with hollandaise sauce. Lacey could smell the garlic in the potatoes, and though she wasn't crazy for asparagus, she knew what hollandaise sauce was, which would make almost anything edible. But, as for the rare prime rib, she just wasn't sure.