Chapter 15
Mimi’s ‘kissing game’ was more fun than I’d thought.
A game of identification similar to our private ‘Guess the Nipple’ round earlier. Two parties would make out with their eyes closed, and the guesser had to figure out who it was.
Naturally, with so many women in attendance, whose names I couldn’t be bothered to remember, I lost basically every round—which meant going again with another girl as the others giggled at the total freedom of playing hot games with the sole male in their midst.
But my social tank was running dangerously low, and I could tell that Mimi was going through a similar energy bottleneck.
So when she vanished into her room without another word, I paid attention. Cassie and Monica had no problems socializing with the other girls, sharing what details they could without a word of my means or abilities.
And then, after a suspiciously notable absence, Mimi emerged from her bedroom in a black bikini, with toe nails painted as black as the ones on her fingers, still rocking the spiked collar with the leash ring in front.
God, she was gorgeous. Her breasts, which had the perfect amount of droop to them, were barely contained in her top. Side-boob, under-boob, all but her nipples were well represented in her swimming attire.
“Pool party!” she cheered as she struck a pose to put her wide hips and thick thighs on display with hands on her wiggling hips, jigging the rest of her voluptuous body.
“You got a pool?” Monica blurted out from her perch on the couch while I reclined in the middle with my arms outspread, with Cassie nursing her drink on my right, an orientation which was becoming a pattern.
The rampant clamoring of the other party goers drowned out most of what I could parse, only that the building had a pool and they needed to get down there before it closed.
Clearly it was known to all but myself, because the guests were already wearing bathing suits beneath their clothes rather than underwear.
Mimi’s eye caught my own as she led the way to the front door, a perceptive, shrewd look laced with a playful smile as the other women filed out of the front door.
“I’ll catch up with you!” Mimi announced while bending her upper half out of the door, her big booty facing us. “Just take the elevator down to the ground floor and follow the signs to the back.”
She straightened her posture and turned toward me. “You look a little tired, so I’m gonna take the girls downstairs to give you some time to… relax. You can hang out in my room if you want, I’ve got all the channels in there.”
“Hey!” Cassie protested as she perked up and leaned on the headrest to shout over to the door. “We showed up to see you, no ditching!”
“Oh, I’m ditching them, not you,” Mimi giggled with a quick back and forth shuffle of her knees, rising up the arches of her feet. “I’m coming back up as soon as the men arrive—I told them they could call some guys to come over so I don’t have to entertain them anymore. Be up soon!”
One happy little squee later, and she was out the door, leaving me to recoup my mental resources with my roommates in her shadow luxe sanctuary.
Cassie and Monica slowly turned their heads to each other and said, “Bed?”
“Bed,” I concurred.
Monica pulled me by one hand, and Cassie by the other, helping me to my feet as we sauntered toward the back, where Mimi’s cozy, spooky glamorous bedroom awaited.
Like me, her big bed featured red sheets with a black comforter, only she’d taken it a step further. Her headboard was a black arched sculpture with a similarly obsidian cushion embedded within it.
Tall bedposts with silky veils dangled from pylon to pylon, with neutral colored string lights interlaced above them, creating a sort of ‘starry night’ aesthetic, granting my eyes reprieve from the strain of the darker areas.
Purple painted walls with black crown moldings formed the basic palette, with an array of shelving decked out with obscure DVD sets, cartoon figurines, and various chain-based apparel mounted beneath them.
Atop her wide black dresser was a dragon incense burner and sound-sensitive electric crystal balls straight out of a Spencer’s store if the OG Hot Topic had puked on it.
The TV was mounted directly across the foot of the bed, with the clicker on one of the bedside nightstands. I kicked off my boots and got right on, rolling over with a beleaguered groan of relief while the girls flanked me on their usual orientations.
I didn’t have the attention span to pick anything, but Cassie was right on that. She put on a 24/7 Lofi music channel and left it at that while Monica snuggled up to my side and draped her leg over.
Cassie reclined slightly offset for her part, legs crossed while taking seldom sips of what remained of her drink. None of us had gotten drunk like the others, just a social lubricant to take a load off.
Once she lost interest in her drink, she set it on the nightstand and stared ahead, taking a deep breath before scooting herself against me with her fingers interlaced on her tummy.
We were, for all intents and purposes, comfy.
“Thanks, girls,” I said after a pause. “This was fun.”
“What do you mean was fun?” Monica chided with an accusing simper.
“The night’s not over,” Cassie added with a nudge of her elbow into my shoulder. “You know that’s why she lent us her room, right?”
“I figured as much,” I replied while exhaling in relaxation. “I’ll just close my eyes until she gets back.”
“Don’t go to sleep!” Cassie panicked.
“For real, you’re gonna be too groggy to chill by then,” Monica agreed.
A single chuckle preceded my response. “You girls are really about Mimi and I hitting it off.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I fuck with Cassie heavy, but we’re gonna get sick of each other if our small circle doesn’t get at least a little bigger.”
“So in other words, your friends can’t ghost you after getting boyfriends if I am the boyfriend,” I teased.
“What’s wrong with that?”
Cassie chimed in, “You seem to like her. I like her. Momo likes her, and she’s good people.”
I looked sidelong with a perceptive sneer. “You wanna see her tits, don’t you?”
“Who the hell wouldn’t?”
Monica quipped, “Shit, I wanna see ‘em, and I don’t even like girls like that!”
Cassie made a scoffing frown. “You like girls enough.”
“We’re just having fun,” Monica argued sweetly. “Like having Jax eat your pussy.”
“At least he wanted to!” Cassie argued.
“I would’ve done it if you’d asked!”
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t really be into it and I’d feel that.”
Monica sighed. “Well, I’m sorry, booboo. Want me to buy you a vibrator?”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Cassie upturned her nose with a cocky roll of the eyes. “I’ve got someone to get me off.”
“Already?” Monica smacked her knees as she sat up with interest. “Who?”
Cassie tilted her head toward me.
“Jax?” Monica blurted out.
“Vibrators just aren’t gonna do it for me right now, and I’m really not in a headspace to start looking for someone. I’ve already seen you guys naked, so what’s the big deal? We’re just looking out for each other.”
“Okay,” Monica replied with raised eyebrows as she slowly leaned back on the bed beside me. “I was honestly kinda worried if you’d freak out if his nut got on you or something.”
“I wouldn’t ruin the moment over it,” Cassie replied, shaking her head. “I kind of get pleasure from pleasing others,” —Cassie’s eyes shifted left and right— “And I mean, you had cum in your mouth when we kissed the other night.”
“Oh shit! Seriously?”
“Yeah, I tasted it.”
“Oh. My God. I am so sorry.”
“It was fine,” Cassie shrugged. “Friendly fire.”
Monica’s jaw dropped as she met my eyes followed by raucous laughter. She wasn’t the only one. Our little inside joke had me clutching my gut and chuckling myself.
Cassie giggled along with us, then took on a more solemn expression. “But do you know what I really want right now?”
“What’s that?” I asked.
She inhaled deeply through her nose, then exhaled with shudder and glistening eyes. “I just really need to be held.”
“Aww,” Monica pouted as she reached out with her left arm and gave the grabby fingers. “Come here, booboo.”
I put my arm around Cassie and pulled her entire body in against me, sliding her over the sheets as she put her arm over us for a group hug, the music soothing to my ears.
We held each other in silence as Cassie’s loneliness triggered waves of empathy in my body as hers pressed against mine.
A veil of emotions fell onto my loner heart and wrapped it in awareness. Her own sense of solitude was connecting with mine because for the first time in a long time, it had finally ended.
I’d kept everyone at arm’s reach, fully cognizant that Cassie was just a friendly bartender, and now, after a year of seeking out the pleasure of her company, we’d become genuine friends. Good friends.
My newfound riches had certainly put us in a headspace where lines of platonic intimacy were blurred, but those concerns were slowly being re-classified in my mind as ‘slave mentality’.
Who cared what anyone else thought?
We were just doing us, whatever that looked like.
“You know what I think?” Monica uttered after the extended quiet. “I think your ex got off too easy.”
“It’s already over,” Cassie responded. “I don’t care about getting her back.”
“It ain’t about getting her back, it’s us having your back.”
Cassie smiled bittersweetly, then giggled with a sassy glare. “No flirting unless it leads to squirting.”
“Girl, chill,” Monica laughed. “You’re gonna make Daddy excited.”
“I’m already excited,” I said, noting the bulge in my pants. “But you can put on a show if you want.”
Monica looked at Cassie. “Wanna make out?”
Cassie shrugged. “Okay.”
Both women leaned toward each other and locked lips while hovering over me. I flared out my elbows and rested my head on the pillow with a shit-eating grin.
Monica rested her hand on my inner thigh, rubbing little circles beside my balls while she made out with Cassie, and then unzipped my pants and reached inside.