Spring Break Ch. 04

One hand grasped Leah's hair. Katie was holding the other girls head and pressing her pussy against it, desperate for a release.

Katie's other hand reached up and grasped the bedframe.

Leah's lips and tongue never stopped moving.

I saw Katie biting her lower lip to stifle a scream that probably would have been heard in Volusia County.

The look in Leah's eyes was one of relentless determination. She had Katie on the edge.

Massaging the other girl's ass with one hand, Leah reached up and pinched one of Katie's rock-hard nipples.

That sent her over.

The knuckles holding on to the headboard turned white.

Her red hair thrashed about and Katie's hips bucked against Leah's mouth.

As we watched them, the two seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Tears streamed down both their cheeks. Leah's eyes never left Katie's, which were locked shut, trying to contain an explosion of pleasure.

With one final convulsion, Katie allowed the scream she was holding inside her to erupt.

Leah never let up.

I watched the waves of pleasure wrack Katie's body. Her screams gradually faded to a growl and then to a low moan.

Only then did Leah slow down.

When the only sound in the room was Katie's laboured breathing, Leah lowered the other girl's ass back on to the bed.

She sat back and then crawled up next to her lover's limp body.

Katie's body twitched involuntarily as the aftershocks of her orgasm came in short spurts.

Brushing Katie's red hair out of the way, Leah brought her mouth up and the two girls kissed again.

Tears continued to flow from Katie's eyes and soon she was convulsing with sobs. Leah held her tight, tears in her own eyes.

I watched Leah cradle her lover, whispering soothing things in her ears, kissing her face, rocking her back and forth in her arms.

They were in their own world, oblivious to everything else.

Melinda and I slipped quietly out of the bed, as if we were intruding on the most private of moments.

We went into the kitchen. We found a couple of bathrobes and I stopped by the front door to put the "privacy please" sign on the door so the cleaning crew wouldn't walk in on an orgy.

Melinda started up a pot of coffee. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her waist. She turned and pulled me close. We held each other for a long time.

"You know something?" she said, looking me in the eyes.

"What?"

"I love you."

That caught me completely off guard. She smiled. "Leah and Katie were amazing together. Did you see the look in their eyes? All they could see was each other. As they were holding each other, I realised that I have that same feeling when I'm with you."

"I—,"

"Shhh," she said, "I know you feel the same way about me. I see it in your eyes. I feel it in the way you touch me. I want that . . . all the time. We don't make enough time for 'us'. And we should. When we get home, I'm going to make time for you. And you're going to make time for me."

This subject had come up in the past. Our schedules never seemed to work out. With the way courses were offered, there simply was no overlap for us. And believe, me, I had looked for a way for things to work.

"I know you love her," Melinda continued. "I don't want you to give her up. You and Leah have a connection and a friendship that is older and deeper than ours. I like her and want to be with her, too. But when we were with Carl last night, all I could think about was how much I wanted it to be you with us. He's a good guy, but I know you're the one for me."

Before I could say anything, she pulled me close and kissed me. The world melted away, and she became the only thing that mattered.

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Leah, Melinda and I sat in the bathtub lazily. We had originally though that today was going to be MGM day, but since we had done both the Animal Kingdom and MGM in one day on Wednesday, we decided to spend most of Thursday doing a whole lot of nothing.

Our feet were tired, our bodies were sore and we needed some time to recover from Wednesday night's alcohol and activities.

Every now and then, one of us would turn the jacuzzi jets on for a little while and then we would just soak for a while longer.

Katie and Leah had emerged from the bedroom after a long while. Both girls were a mess.

We offered Katie a spot in the tub, which would have made things a little cozy, but she declined. She went to see how Carl was doing, and I think to reflect on how her life had drastically changed in the past 12 hours.

I rubbed Leah's feet while pumping her for information. She moaned as my thumbs dug into her heels. I thought she was going to have an orgasm when I went to work on her toes.

"So did you get Katie to jump the fence?" I asked.

"I think she's on the fence," Leah smiled and splashed me playfully. "I don't think either of us will ever go completely over. I can't speak for her, but there are just some things a girl can't give me."

"Like a big hard cock!" Melinda interjected.

"Speaking of big hard cocks, how was Carl last night?" In truth, a little part of me was jealous that someone else had been sleeping with "my" girls. However, that was our arrangement, and I certainly wasn't about to tell them they couldn't share if I was going to be sleeping with both of them and Katie at the same time.

"He's young," Melinda said. "And you know what comes with being youngand inexperienced. I don't think he and Katie are very adventurous. Or at least, they don't experiment much."

"Until now," Leah giggled.

"His oral skills are poor," Melinda put on her best English schoolmarm voice. "And his control is lacking. What he lacks in finesse, he makes up with plenty of enthusiasm and a huge penis."

All three of us laughed.

"I hope you guys are going to straighten him out," I said.

"We'll do our best," Leah said. I could tell both girls were itching for another round with him. "Melinda's taught him a thing or two. You know that thing I did on Katie at the end? She taught him that and he's actually pretty good at it."

"He just needs a little practise and the proper guidance," Melinda continued in the schoolmarm voice.

We laughed again.

After we had turned into prunes, we got out of the tub, dried off and got dressed. We found Katie in the kitchen/living room watching TV. She had taken a shower and was wearing a bathrobe. Some Disney cartoon was on (big surprise there), but she wasn't watching it. There was a far-off look on Katie's face.

Each of us gave her a kiss, Leah's lasting a little longer than mine or Melinda's.

"Is Carl back among the living?" Melinda asked.

"I think so," Katie replied. "He had one more round of dry heaves and then got up. He's in the shower right now. His head is pounding, but he'll be okay in a little bit. I don't think he'll be drinking bourbon again for a while."

The three of us grinned. Now Carl will have a story that begins with, "It all started with a bottle of Southern Comfort . . ."

"Do we have any plans for today?" Melinda asked. There was a twinkle in her eye. She was up to something.

"Not a thing." I said. "I was thinking of going over to the Grand Floridian or the Wilderness Lodge and just looking around."

I love just walking around some of Disney's hotels. The attention to detail is fantastic, and everything is done to absolute perfection.

"Girls," Melinda said. "Let's go shopping."

"What for?" Katie asked.

"You'll see."

"I don't know if I should leave Carl . . ."

"He'll be fine." I had lots of experience babysitting drunks and waved her off. Hangovers are easy because mostly you stay out of their way and be quiet.

Leah, Melinda and Katie went to get dressed. I made a couple of calls and got dressed myself.

On the way out the door, each girl went in to see Carl then came by to give me a kiss. Melinda was stopped to make sure they had the keys to the van. I slipped a piece of paper in her hands. She looked at it, then kissed me one more time.

The look in her eyes showed the promise of something great to come.

As the girls were on their way out the door, I reminded them that we had a dinner reservation for six o'clock at the Italy pavilion in EPCOT. If Carl and I weren't in the condo, we would just meet them at dinner.

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The two of us lounged around for most of the day. He wasn't in a very communicative mood. I fed him some of the munchy snack food we had left and then managed to get him over to Buena Vista Village for some lunch.

He was very quiet for the afternoon. We talked about "guy things" and never mentioned what had happened the night before. I guess he didn't want to know what I had done with his girlfriend and I didn't really want to know what he had been doing with Melinda and Leah.

By 4:30 we were bored with Downtown Disney and Buena Vista Village. I picked up a couple of things I thought the girls or my family might like and had them shipped back to the room. I was using some of my parents's timeshare points on this vacation, so I figured I might as well get themsomething on the trip.

There wasn't enough time to merit heading back to the condo, so Carl and I headed straight over to EPCOT. After the tram ride, we still had about an hour to kill, so we walked back towards Italy to wait for the girls.

We sat on a bench in the amphitheater in front of the United States pavilion. There was a show on the stage; patriotic songs and the like.

It was late in the afternoon and there weren't many people around.

"How do you do it?" he asked.

"How do I do what?"

"How do you sleep with someone other than your girlfriend and not feel guilty?" he said.

"I don't have a girlfriend," I replied and immediately wished I hadn't been so flippant. He was wrestling with the fact that his girlfriend of five years (and high school sweetheart, at that) had watched him have sex with another girl and thenknew he had sex with a second other girl. It didn't matter that one of the girls he had slept with, she had, too. "Look, man. Katie said it was okay. Hell, shewatched you and Melinda together."

"Aren't you jealous?"

"No," I said, lying just a little. "That was our agreement. Aren't you pissed at me? I slept with your girlfriend, too, you know?"

"I know, but I didn't watch."

"Maybe you and Katie need to talk this out," I said. "Swapping or swinging or whatever you want to call it isn't for everyone. If you're uncomfortable sleeping with Melinda and Leah, or you're uncomfortable with Katie being with me, then just say so. I told you yesterday that we wouldn't make you do anything you didn't want to."

"I'm actually okay with her sleeping with you," he sad after a long pause. "I can't really complain; she got to fuck one guy, while I got to fuck two girls. I was just raised that there'sone person for everyone and I thought she was 'the one'. Now I just don't know any more."

"It's okay, man," I clapped him on the shoulder. "Maybe you and Katie should do something for dinner by yourselves tonight. Have a date. Talk things over."

I looked at my watch. It was almost time for our reservations.

We got to the restaurant, L'Originale Alfredo di Roma, and looked for the girls. They were there before us, although we were also early.

I watched as Carl and Katie talked softly and then left. Melinda and Leah gave me a quizzical look. I shook my head and whispered, "Later."

The three of us were seated and treated to a wonderful dinner. I had a fabulous veal chop in a white truffle sauce, Melinda had the sea bass and Leah ate roasted chicken with potatoes and vegetables.

I told the others that Carl was feeling guilty about having sex with them and that he felt like he was cheating on Katie. They had a heart-to-heart with Katie on their shopping excursion and that she needed to talk to him also. Our conversation was all about them; we didn't want to talk aboutus.

After dinner, we met Katie and Carl in near the front of EPCOT. They were holding hands. Both their eyes were puffy, like they had been crying.

We left and headed back to Downtown Disney, which was a good move. We needed to walk off dinner.

We shopped some more and looked around. At about 8, Melinda said the girls had a surprise for us. She had alluded to it a couple of times during dinner, but I knew better than to ask. Melinda can stonewall any line of questioning and is impossible to pump for information.

The girls told us they'd meet us later and then disappeared.

When they left, I asked Carl, "Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah," he replied. "I think so. Ask me again on Saturday."

He didn't volunteer any more information and I didn't ask. Even though we had been there earlier in the day, at night Downtown Disney and Pleasure Island really picks up. People were starting to trickle in slowly and the nightlife was beginning to stir.

We hung out for a little while in some of the shops for a while, watched as some of the guys tried to impress girls with feats of strength and endurance at some of the games and waited for ten o'clock to roll around.

At quarter 'til, Carl and I headed over to Mannequin's Dance Palace, one of the dance clubs. They played some pop remixes and some straight Top 40 music; there are no raves at Disney World; it is a family place after all. Mannequin's is the closest to "racy" of the clubs at Pleasure Island.

I found a high-top table near the edge of the dance floor and Carl and I ordered a couple of drinks. Actually, I ordered the drinks; he drank them when he thought none of the bar staff was looking.

The table I picked turned out to be a lousy place to sit. I didn't have a good view of the door and it was near the pool tables, so things were a little noisier than in another part of the club.

We waited for the girls; after spending most of the day together, we really didn't have much left to talk about (it wasn't football season) and the loud music drowned out most of our conversation anyway.

I checked my watch and the girls were running late. I ordered another round and looked around for them. No luck.

The place was starting to fill up. Mostly a pretty standard Disney crowd. Well-dressed. Some parents spending a night away from their kids. Lots of college kids. Some were locals from UCF, Rollins or one of the other schools in the Orlando area. Most looked like tourists from out of town.

Disney used to run a "spring break special" on admission (they still might; after graduation, I stopped going for spring break). One park for one day for some absurdly-low amount of money, plus admission to Pleasure Island that night. The first year I went on spring break the cost was something like $25 per person for that special (this was when regular price admission for one park, one day was about $42 and did not include Pleasure Island). I hadn't used that special for a couple of years since my parents had let me use their timeshare points for spring break. I guess they thought it made up for them not helping me out with college anymore.

As I went to check my watch again, I felt someone's hands running through my hair.

I turned and nearly fell out of the seat.

Melinda walked by me and winked.

Leah and Katie were behind her, and they had the attention ofeveryone in the club.

The trio kept going. Jaws dropped. Heads swiveled. Girls slapped their boyfriends.

All three were dressed in matching short plaid skirts, white button down shirts, black ties and their hair was up in pig tails. They had too much makeup on, highlighted by some bright fuck-me red lipstick. It was every guy's naughty Catholic schoolgirl fantasy come to life, and they were headed towards the dance floor.

I chuckled to myself. Carl was struck speechless.

Melinda's shirt was tucked in but unbuttoned down to just above her waist. The sleeves were rolled up past her elbows and the knot of her tie hung suspended between her beautiful breasts, which were prominently displayed in a red corset that lifted and held them together. It was so tight, I thought her bosom was going to explode out at any second. She had thigh-high stockings covering her legs and a pair of black stiletto heels.

Following close behind was Leah, whose shirt was neatly tucked in and—surprisingly—buttoned all the way down. The shirt was either perfectly fitted or two sizes too small; it hugged her curves just right and was just see-through enough to show off the black lace bra underneath. Her tie was high and tight. Leah's skirt seemed to be shorter. Maybe it was because of the garter belt that held up her stockings. Her hips swayed seductively, her movements accentuated by the fuck-me pumps on her feet. When she passed by me, she flipped up her skirt, revealing a pair of white, cotton panties underneath.

Bringing up the rear was Katie, who was the most transformed of the girls. Her shirt was unbuttoned and tied beneath her breasts, showing off her flat stomach and thin waist. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tie hung loosely around her neck, also drawing attention to her chest. Hooker boots with a three inch heel showed off her legs. I saw her looking around nervously. Although she was not used to people staring at her, she was clearly enjoying the attention.

I was frankly surprised that the Disney folks let them in dressed like that.

They made their way to the dance floor, making eyes at some of the other people in the club and flirting playfully with some of the guys in their path. Katie blew us a kiss and the girls started dancing.

Carl started to get up, but I caught his arm and he sat back down. The girls clearly wanted to put on a show.

Most of the single guys gravitated towards our three girls. I don't think Katie had been hit on in her entire life as much as she was in the next ten minutes. Melinda, who had much more experience with guys staring at her, fended some of them off while Leah ran interference on some of the seedier looking guys.

With anyone who just wanted to flirt, the girls were more than accommodating. They danced with each other, with some of the guys and even a couple of girls.

I looked over at Carl. His eyes were smoldering with desire and envy. When someone would get a little too close to Katie, his hand would unconsciously ball up in a fist, then he'd take a deep breath and let it go.

Drinks began showing up for the girls. Melinda must have coached the other two well, because they accepted them all, but only took a sip or two before putting them down. I switched immediately to drinking Sprite; after all, someone was going to have to get this crew home.

Katie was reveling in the attention, both from the other guys and from Leah and Melinda. It looked to me like she had never thought of herself as sexy, so she never acted that way. Now that she was all dressed up, she felt sexier, she acted sexier and people treated her like the hot girl she was.

I got up, told Carl I'd be right back and went looking for the restrooms. I was also looking for a better spot to see the show.

Winding my way through the club, I overheard bits and pieces of conversations. They made me smile.

"—nothing sexier than a girl in stockings—"

"Did you see the tits on the blonde?"

"—wish I could get a piece of that redhead's ass!"

"I wonder if they're here with anyone."

I filed each of these away to tell the girls later.

There were restrooms on the upper level of the club so after doing my business, I leaned against the railing to get a better view. The dance floor was crowded and the girls were in the middle. They were given a wide berth, both because everyone wanted to see them, but also because a well-placed elbow to the ribs or heel to the instep tended to move people away, and Leah was more than willing to dish out a few minor bruises to keep the sharks at bay, especially the more lewd and obnoxious ones.