DAY 12

Ethan was woken up by the humming of the AC unit in his room and checked his phone. It was a quarter past nine. He figured the usual bathroom schedule wouldn’t be in effect anymore after last night’s karaoke.

As he had expected, the bathroom was entirely free to use. Once downstairs, he found out that only two others had managed to get up before him: Danielle and Isabelle. The blinds on the window were shut, presumably to keep the heat out.

The younger of the two looked like she had been up for a while as she was assembling something in the living room. Isabelle was having tea for breakfast.

Ethan walked over to the curvy brunette to see what it was that she was building. It was a fan. There were a bunch of identical boxes still near the dinner table.

She looked up at him, looking fantastic in silk pyjamas.

‘Figured we better be prepared,’ she explained, ‘in case the AC isn’t enough or, God forbid, stops working.’

‘What would we do without you?’ he replied.

‘I also ordered some cooling towels and tubs to use as footbaths, as you suggested.’

Ethan looked back at the table and saw they were indeed there, among some other things.

Danielle answered his question before he posed it.

‘Super Soakers and walkie-talkies weren’t my orders.’

He fixed himself a light breakfast and sat next to Isabelle to eat it.

‘So, last night was fun, huh,’ she opened, ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘I did. And you?’

‘Like a rose. Val had some more trouble getting up, though. Are you still in need of a massage?’

He had almost forgotten that he had asked about this and smiled.

‘Definitely.’

‘I’ll offer it to the others too. Want the four PM slot again?’

‘That works for me.’

‘Do you want oral relief too?’ she asked casually.

‘Would it be rude if I said that’s why I asked for it?’

Isabelle laughed.

‘Not at all. I won’t pretend like I don’t look forward to giving you head, either.’

Val descended, frowning. She shooed cat-Ethan away.

‘Haven’t taken my pill yet,’ she explained before joining Ethan and Isabelle at breakfast after kissing the latter on the forehead. It looked so tender.

‘Don’t worry, Ethan,’ Isabelle soothed him, ‘she’s fine with it.’

Val raised her eyebrows.

‘Plans today?’ she asked both of them.

‘A massage this afternoon,’ her lover replied, ‘with something extra.’

The blonde smirked and looked at Ethan.

‘You’re in for a treat.’

Ethan offered to help Danielle out with assembling the fans after his breakfast and saw the remaining women head downstairs one by one.

Next up was Emma, around half past ten. Clearly hungover, she had opted for her classic white T-shirt and tight booty shorts combo. She bemoaned the sound of the AC units and opted for just fruit for breakfast.

Aya was downright grumpy when she came down.

‘My fucking head,’ was all she muttered before downing a glass of water. She did not appreciate Val remarking it was her who had instigated the drinking herself.

By this time, Isabelle had put up a schedule for massage appointments, Ethan’s slot already filled in.

Chloe was the last to appear, hiding in a hoodie despite the weather. Everyone was wise enough to leave her alone.

Aya spoke up.

‘Now that everyone is here, I want to let you all know I ordered some walkie-talkies,’ she pointed at the boxes on the table. ‘Could come in handy if we ever need to communicate quickly and don’t want to bother lifting our asses.’

Danielle seemed happy.

‘Could have used that when Ethan hurt his finger.’

‘For example,’ Aya replied.

She handed them out and showed everyone how to set a frequency. The group then decided on which channel to use for communication.

After she too had eaten, it was already close to noon. The young girl plopped down into the couch next to Ethan.

‘Hey,’ she said with a raspy voice.

‘Hey,’ he replied, ‘Going to keep it calm today?’

She managed a slight smile.

‘I better. I think I may draw a bit. Are you still up to model?’

He nodded, not sure if she remembered much of last night.

‘Sure. When do you need me?’

She lit up, as far as her hungover state allowed.

‘I need to wake up a bit first. How about in half an hour? My room?’

Ethan agreed, after which Chloe went back to her room.

At noon exactly, Ethan knocked at her door.

‘Enter,’ her voice called out.

Here too, the blinds were closed. Chloe had set the scene, with a chair and the desk lamp aimed at the bed.

‘Alright,’ she instructed, ‘you can just take a seat there.’

She pointed at the bed.

Ethan sat down, unsure what pose to take while Chloe took her pad, a pencil and took her own place.

‘I’ve never posed for something like this.’

‘Just take a pose that feels natural to you. You can undress whenever you’re ready.’

‘Undress?’

Chloe seemed taken aback.

‘Well, you saw the picture I drew of Emma. These are nudes.’

Ethan should have known. He was more worried about her seeing him than about him being seen.

‘I’ve done this before, Ethan. It’s standard practice. No big deal.’

Ethan shook his head.

‘You’re not usually alone with the model though. That’s different.’

She put her pad down.

‘You don’t have to.’

‘No, it’s fine.’

He stood up and removed his shirt. He could feel the redhead’s eyes on him. He then pulled his sweatpants down.

He looked straight at her green eyes.

‘Ask politely,’ he teased her.

She didn’t reply immediately.

‘Please show me your dick,’ she dropped the pretence after some doubt.

He obliged immediately, letting his floppy cock loose. Chloe bit her lip and Ethan lay down on his side.

‘Thank you.’

The girl started sketching in silence. It took twenty minutes before she said anything else.

‘You want it to be pictured like that?’

‘Like what?’

She bit her lip again.

‘You know, soft.’

‘Isn’t that how male models usually are? I’d hope so.’

She blushed.

‘I just think it would make for a more … interesting picture.’

Ethan tilted his head.

‘What do you suggest? That I jerk off in front of you?’

Chloe put her pad down again and answered his question with action rather than words.

Her hoodie was pulled up over her head and discarded.

‘Does this help?’ she said carefully.

Ethan’s hand was around his shaft before he even realised.

The ginger’s perky breasts matched her petite frame perfectly. They were adorned with the same freckles as her face, which was gauging his reaction. Her light nipples looked dark in comparison to her marble skin.

‘Jerk off,’ she said softly, ‘I want to capture how hard you get.’

Ethan felt his blood flow downwards.

‘I look forward to fucking you so bad,’ he admitted.

‘I’m going to suck those beautiful tits when we get there.’

She replied with just a sound as her eyes flicked between his throbbing cock and her pad.

‘You know, today should be the last day of my period,’ she mentioned just before finishing.

‘We shouldn’t hurry,’ Ethan emphasised yet again.

‘I’m just saying,’ she said quickly, ‘so you know.’

‘It’s okay. Do you remember the promise I made to you yesterday?’

Chloe shook her head.

‘I’m sorry. I had way too much.’

‘Don’t be sorry. You don’t remember I said I’d kiss you if you still wanted it when you were sober?’

The redhead blushed again.

‘Did I ask to kiss you?’

Ethan chuckled.

‘You didn’t ask at first.’

Chloe frowned.

‘Oh god, I remember that. I’m sorry.’

‘It’s no big deal. Do you still want it?’

She nodded.

‘Come here,’ he commanded.

He sat upright as she walked over. Ethan didn’t need to take the initiative as she put her arm around him and her lips on his.

She was slow, hesitant and tasted slightly sweet. Ethan put a hand on her thigh and tried to part her soft lips with his tongue. She let him, leading to the pair making out. Ethan dared to move his hand to her upper body, once again cupping her breast. He could feel her nipple harden.

She pulled back.

‘I don’t want to get too carried away, now.’

Ethan understood.

‘Of course.’

She stood up and put her hoodie back on. Ethan got dressed too.

Before she opened the door to head outside, she addressed him again.

‘I am going to need the toy back by tonight, though.’

The delayed lunch in the still darkened common room was eventful. The first major topic had been brought up by Emma.

‘I really liked casino night last Sunday,’ she had started. ‘Perhaps we could have another party this week? Make it a weekly thing?’

‘Like another casino night?’ Chloe asked.

‘No, just a party. Could be anything.’

‘You just want an excuse to dress up,’ Ethan teased her, ‘nobody is stopping you from putting on fancy dress whenever you want.’

‘Keep dreaming, perv,’ she joked.

‘What about dressing up in a different way,’ Aya chimed in.

‘What do you mean?’ Emma replied.

‘Costumes,’ she clarified, ‘like a Halloween party.’

Ethan immediately saw the potential outfits and was maybe a bit too quick to support the idea.

Once it was agreed upon that Emma would organise a costume party in two days, Isabelle took the conversation in a less pleasant direction.

‘So, uh, I don’t like to do this, but we need to address something that happened yesterday.’

Ethan was unsure what she was referring to.

‘We have rules about nudity and we agreed to abide by them.’

He remembered Aya and Emma flashing after their ‘Summer Nights’ cover.

‘I feel like we need to decide on how to, uh, compensate for Aya and Emma breaking the rule.’

Ethan glanced at Val. Surely it was her who had asked Isabelle to bring this up.

‘Uh, sure,’ Emma moaned, ‘we were just having fun, but I guess that’s not allowed here.’

Aya very clearly kicked her under the table.

‘You are right, Isabelle. We can discuss it tonight. It’s been a few days since we had a meeting anyway.’

Emma shot daggers at Aya but remained quiet.

Ethan decided to spend the time separating him from the massage in his room. There was a private message by Aya. It was simply a frequency. The message was timestamped two minutes prior.

He lay down on the bed, grabbed his walkie and tuned it to what she had said.

‘Hello,’ he said carefully.

The response was immediate.

‘Hello, over,’ Aya said, giggling.

‘Why did you want to talk to me?’ Ethan asked.

‘You’ve got to say ‘over’, over,’ she retorted.

‘Why did you want to talk to me? Over.’

‘No reason. Just having some fun. Over.’

‘This is why you ordered them, no? Over.’

‘Hmmm, maybe. Over.’

Ethan didn’t know what to say.

‘I’m naked, over.’

He should have known.

‘And about to play with my pussy, over.’

‘Aya, someone may be listening in.’

‘You didn’t say over, over.’

‘It’s not appropriate. Val or Danielle wouldn’t like this.’

‘We’re both in our rooms so this is not against the rules. We can get as filthy as we want. Over.’

He had to admit the thought of Aya playing caused his cock to stir. He figured that with Aya, offence was the best defence.

‘I can’t cum right now. I’m saving a load. I plan on getting throated later today, over.’

‘By me? Over.’

‘No. Over.’

Silence.

‘Check your phone, over,’ she commanded.

He did.

Predictably, he found a nude selfie there. Her face, tits and spread pussy all in frame.

She must have seen the read receipt.

‘Is this not worth a load? Over.’

He started stroking.

‘You’ve gotten plenty. Don’t be greedy. Over.’

‘Aren’t you looking forward to fucking me? I’m so wet just thinking about your big dick. Over.’

‘You better keep that attitude when I’m ramming your ass.’

‘Why wouldn’t I? Over.’

‘I’ve fucked brats who were all talk before. Over.’

‘You’re stroking your dick to me, aren’t you? Over.’

His silence betrayed the answer.

‘Good boy. Show me. Over.’

He obliged, although the picture was just as boring as the ones he had sent before.

‘Can’t wait for that pole to stuff my pussy, over’ she moaned through the walkie.

‘You sound desperate for it.’

‘I am.’

This pleased him.

‘Who’s getting your load? Over.’

‘Can’t tell, over.’

‘Fucking asshole. I’m close already.’

She left the channel open, making Ethan audience to what was a messy collection of moans. He tried his best to stroke slowly as he didn’t want to cum, which wasn’t easy as Aya was clearly and loudly bringing herself to orgasm. It sounded like music to his ears. After her climax, there was a brief period of silence.

‘You still there? Over,’ she asked.

‘I am.’

‘Good.’

This was the last she sent.

Before long, the alarm on his phone signalling the massage sounded.

He eagerly made his way to Isabelle’s room, looking forward to discovering her oral skills. If the hand job she had given him before was any indication, this would surely feel ecstatic.

Isabelle opened the door, revealing her fully nude body to him. She looked trained and tight as ever. Her ungroomed pubic hair matched her vibe. Ethan loved it. There was, however, no massage table in sight.

‘Hey there,’ he said.

‘The bed will be better suited for this,’ she said. ‘You can get ready.’

Ethan stripped naked, not caring what she saw, and lay face down.

Isabelle laughed.

‘I think it would be better if you turned around, if I understand why you’re here.’

She really wasn’t taking this slowly at all and climbed on top of Ethan as soon as he was dick-up.

‘I’m not going to be using oil, if that’s okay, because I really hate the taste.’

She then spat in her hand and grabbed his dick while putting her other hand on his balls.

Ethan gasped.

‘Jesus, Isabelle. You’re really going for it.’

‘Hmm,’ she responded as she squeezed his sack, ‘these feel really full.’

‘I saved up for you,’ he moaned as she started jerking him off while sat on his legs.

He could feel the warmth of her cunt.

‘Surely, I won’t be the first to blow you,’ she inquired.

‘You’re not.’

‘Not asking names, but has anyone managed to take you whole?’

She tightened her grip. Ethan nodded.

‘Impressive.’

He was fully hard already.

‘You want me to tease a bit first? Or go all out? I can do both?’

Ethan already had trouble thinking.

‘I want to be throated.’

She continued stroking.

‘Then that’s what you’ll get. You know, muscle relaxation is the key. It’s really not that hard once you get the hang of it.’

She then put her thumb and index finger in a ring around his base before descending on him.

It was unlike anything Ethan had ever experienced. His first thought was that someone would only be able to do this with years of experience.

Her mouth was opened wide and wrapped around him loosely. As if it took no effort at all, his entire length disappeared down her throat. Ethan would have expected this to feel much tighter than it did.

Unlike Emma previously, she managed to keep his entire erection in her for a bit, even putting her tongue on his balls. Ethan could feel her breathe in and out against his stomach through her nose.

She pulled back out just as calmly.

‘How did that feel?’ she asked.

‘Incredible,’ he replied as she stroked him again.

‘It better be,’ she chuckled, ‘I’ve been practicing since before you were born.’

Before he could process this, she had already initiated the second dive.

Even though she had already done it once, Ethan was still shocked at the lack of effort this demanded of her. He was thankful she just let his shaft sit inside of her instead of bobbing up and down as that would surely have made him bust in seconds. Instead, it seemed like she was tightening and relaxing her throat, milking his dick inside of her.

She went up for air again. Not gasping, just calmly breathing in.

‘Tap my head when you’re about to lose it,’ she said.

Her third dive began. This time, she switched between the tightening and tensing as well as humming. This woman had an entire cabinet of tricks. He instinctively bucked his hips against her face.

She went up again.

‘I must admit that I really do love big cocks,’ she said, ‘even though they’re all lovely.’

‘You’re incredible at this,’ he moaned.

‘Are you ready for the finale?’ she asked.

‘Please,’ he said.

A twinkle appeared in her eyes.

She plummeted down, faster than she had before and this time did not let him rest. She started moving up and down, taking his entire throbbing cock each time, faster and faster. Ethan counted how many times she did this. He had read that this could delay orgasm.

Not by much, it turned out.

He hadn’t even reached a count of ten before he tapped her head. Ethan had expected this would be the sign for her to pull back. Instead, she dove down one final time.

Ethan let himself go, moving side to side and bucking wildly as he shot his cum inside of the much older woman. She managed to keep him inside of her through all of this. By the time she let him go again, not a trace of sperm was left on his dick.

‘Was this what you wanted?’ she smiled softly.

‘Oh, it was so much more.’

He was still catching his breath.

‘Well,’ she left the bed, ‘Don’t forget about me when you start having sex with the younger women.’

‘You’re going already?’ Ethan asked.

Isabelle checked her phone.

‘Aya has her massage scheduled in seven minutes,’ she said casually before putting on linen pants.

‘Not that I want to hurry you out. You’re welcome any time.’

Ethan sat upright.

‘No, it’s alright. I understand.’

He was let out without much fanfare and passed Aya.

The rest of his afternoon was spent in the library, feeling extremely relaxed.

Aya was once again trusted with dinner, possibly because it would be very difficult to burn the caprese salads.

After dinner, the group gathered around the dining room table for another meeting.

Ethan offered to preside over this one, as he felt like he couldn’t hand it to Aya, Emma, Val or Isabelle and didn’t want them to get ahead of him.

‘I guess we start with Isabelle’s complaint,’ he opened. ‘Aya and Emma flashed everyone yesterday in a zone where being topless isn’t allowed. We were all there, so I don’t think we need to establish the facts.’

‘I genuinely don’t recall,’ Chloe shared.

‘Can we still defend ourselves?’ Aya asked.

Ethan was surprised it wasn’t Emma who took the lead.

‘Sure,’ he allowed.

‘Well, for starters we were tipsy and just having fun. It was a spur of the moment type thing. Punishing it too harshly would create an uneasy atmosphere, I fear.’

Emma nodded along.

‘Secondly, Emma only flashed after I already did, so her punishment shouldn’t be as harsh as mine.’

‘But you agree there should be a consequence?’ Ethan gathered.

Both women nodded.

‘Any suggestions,’ he opened it to the group.

There was a bit of back and forth, but the group landed on a very light punishment.

Emma and Aya would need to come up with recipes for dinner as nobody liked doing that. Emma had to come up with two and Aya with three.

Ethan also suggested rules surrounding drinking to prevent similar events in the future but was shot down by basically everyone.

‘About the topless rule,’ Emma breached a new subject, ‘I feel like the zones have been a success so far.’

This couldn’t really be denied.

‘So perhaps it’s time for a bit of an experiment,’ she tried carefully.

‘What do you propose?’ Val asked sternly.

‘We could have a test-day where nudity is just allowed. If it works out, we can adopt it and if it doesn’t, I’ll shut up about it.’

‘Oof,’ Danielle sighed, ‘nudity seems like a bit much, no?’

‘You don’t have to join in,’ Emma said.

‘I know,’ the brunette replied, ‘it still feels like more than one step forward. I’d be fine with trying it out if it’s limited to topless. Especially during a heatwave.’

Ethan formulated a proposition.

‘Tomorrow will serve as an experimental day where being topless is allowed everywhere. Let’s vote on it.’

The anonymous ballots resulted in a seven-to-one victory and the resolution was accepted. Ethan looked forward to it.

The meeting went on with two more issues.

First, taking care of Cat-Ethan was added to the chore schedule, with Val getting an exemption due to her allergy. Secondly, Chloe suggested implementing some rules surrounding the walkies, although nobody else saw the need.

The rest of the night was spent first by playing boardgames together and then by watching some TV together.

Before bed, Chloe stopped by Ethan’s room.

‘Hey, so, uhm, could I have it back?’ she asked.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Ethan lied.

The girl pouted.

‘Don’t mess with me, Ethan. That’s not fair.’

He disappeared into his room and took the dildo from the shelf before standing in the doorway and swinging it around casually.

‘This?’

Her eyes widened and she grabbed it before anyone could see.

‘Clean up after yourself next time, okay?’

She nodded.

‘Goodnight, Ethan.’

‘Goodnight, Chloe.’

Aya had messaged Ethan in private again.

‘It was Isa who got your load, wasn’t it?’

‘I don’t kiss and tell.’

‘Did she suck you off?’

He responded with a straight-faced emoji.

‘She seems like she’d be a pro. How do I measure up to her?’

Ethan tried to shut her up.

‘Wouldn’t be a fair comparison.’

‘True,’ she replied, seemingly unfazed, ‘I’ve got a tighter pussy, though.’

They were both interrupted by a message by Emma in the whole-group chat.

‘Don’t forget to order a costume for Sunday!’

She immediately moved to the ‘Boytoy Timeshare’ chat.

‘How many titties do you think we’ll see tomorrow?’ she had asked there.

’10,’ was all that Aya replied.

‘I’m aiming for 12. I bet I can convince most,’ the blonde concluded.

Ethan dutifully filled in his survey and went to sleep.