Cassidy and Caryn showed up, each with a drink in their hand.
“I hear you are to thank for these,” Caryn said.
I needed to shut that down. It looked like the bartender was just handing out drinks if someone new walked into the lounge. I bought one last one for Bianca and closed out my tab. I was sure Caryn would have a talk with me once we got back home about spending money.
Fritz and Paul joined us at a big table. I had a good time dancing with everyone. At some point, someone got smart and had the bartender start making mojitos by the pitcher. I spotted Anabella and Eva sneak some refills, but they didn’t get out of hand. I figured Bianca knew, so I kept my mouth shut.
Bianca and the two girls were good dancers, and soon everyone wanted to dance with them. I took a break and ordered more food since I hadn’t eaten any dinner, and it looked like the mojitos were starting to have an effect on people.
I also ordered another faux Coke. The stuff was weirdly addictive. It was orange-brown with a slight greenish tinge around the edges. Granted, Mountain Dew was the color you would expect radioactive sludge to be, so maybe it wasn’t so strange by comparison. The flavor was, at best, interesting. I would describe it as sweet, with an initial tartness that seemed to fade away to a berry taste. At the end, you had a bit of a medicinal aftertaste that reminded you of herbs and was a touch bitter. Then, about five minutes later, the medicinal aftertaste would come back. I’d never had a drink that did that.
The reason I ordered a second one was the caffeine jolt it gave me. I might have to figure out where I could buy more of this stuff. I could envision a future time in college where I needed the energy to pull an all-nighter or drag my sorry ass to class. Cuban coffee was right up there, but sometimes you just wanted something you could grab and run with.
I was interrupted in my eating by Cassidy sitting down in my lap.
“What can I do for you?” I asked to hide my irritation.
“Rub my shoulders,” she ordered.
We’d been practicing our bone strikes, and they affected our joints differently than our usual workouts. Soon Cassidy was moaning like we were having sex.
“Just like that … uhm … harder …”
“I call next,” Bianca said as she came back to the table.
“You better be careful. If he gets his magic fingers on you, you’re a goner,” Cassidy warned.
“I did something to my hip, and it has been killing me all week.”
“I’m sure that after several sessions, you’ll feel good as new,” I offered.
“Do you really know what you’re doing, or is this just a way to get me to take off my clothes?” Bianca asked.
“He knows what he’s doing. His brother does massages professionally, and David learned from him,” Cassidy said, and then gave me a look. “No one told you to stop.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, and began to work on her again.
When Cassidy was happy, she got off my lap.
“If you want, we can go up to my room,” I offered.
“I’m not sure,” Bianca faltered.
“You’ll regret not doing it,” Cassidy assured her.
By then, both Anabella and Eva had returned to the table.
“Would you be willing to look out for them?” she asked Fritz.
“We want to watch,” Eva told her sister.
“That would be a great idea,” Cassidy chipped in, ruining my evil plans.
Maybe I could send her home early. I was sure her dad missed her.
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Caryn ordered pitchers of mojitos to take to my room, and Cassidy, Fritz, and Paul joined Bianca, the girls, and me. I took Bianca to my bedroom and grabbed some towels so I wouldn’t get any massage oils on the bed.
Mr. Happy became half hard when Bianca just took off all her clothes except for her panties. She had perfect little breasts with large nipples. She lay down as I got my oils out. The two girls sat on the far edge of the bed. I warmed the oil in my hands and began to give Bianca a professional massage.
She’d complained about her right hip. When I began to massage the area, it tried to seize up, which caused her to suck in her breath and hold it. I got to work using a deep tissue technique to loosen her muscles. Bianca let out a grateful sigh when the pain subsided.
“That was worse than I expected. Now it feels better,” she told me.
I worked my way down to her feet. A dancer’s feet are critical to their success. She made all kinds of happy noises as I worked on them, which made the two girls giggle.
“Why don’t you girls give her some privacy?” I suggested.
They were speaking a mile a minute in Spanish as they left the room and closed the door.
“Do you want me to relieve all your tension?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” Bianca almost begged.
I wasn’t sure she knew what I was talking about at first. That was when I began to work on the spot on her foot that would get her off.
“¡Ay, Dios mio!” she called out.
“I don’t think God had anything to do with that,” I said as I chuckled.
Bianca rolled over and exposed her breasts to me again. I just smiled and began to undress. She didn’t say anything to stop me, but did check out my body. My smile grew when Bianca’s eyes locked on my package once it was finally exposed. That was only fair because I’d checked out her breasts.
I crawled onto the bed and covered her body with mine. She grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I soon discovered that I could kiss Bianca all day long. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs over my butt. She soon had me hard as she ground her sex against mine.
We’d soon had enough foreplay and wanted to pleasure each other. Instead of fighting to see who got to go down on who first, we compromised and sixty-nined each other. I pushed Bianca’s panties to the side so I could feast on her aroused sex. Her nether lips were puffy and red, and as soon as my tongue pushed between her folds, I found she was wet. Bianca reminded me of Kim Sun because everything I did to her got her off.
I flipped her around, grabbed a condom, and put it on. As I eased into her tightness, she moaned.
“¡Ay, caramba! You feel good.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said.
Bianca wrapped me in a death grip as I began to plunge in and out. We were frantic to climax as our bodies responded to each other. She almost burst my eardrum when she screamed her pleasure. I wasn’t far behind her. I don’t remember getting off that hard before.
Bianca finally let me go so I could roll off her and go to the bathroom to clean up. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. When I came back out, she must have gotten cold because she’d covered herself up and fallen asleep. I chuckled because that was supposed to be my job after sex.
When I came out to the living room, all eyes turned to me as the conversation stopped.
“I call next,” Caryn said to break the silence.
She was the last person I expected to say that, and it seemed everyone agreed because it got us all laughing.
Eva and Annabella decided they should go home. They debated waking Bianca up but decided against it. Eva said her sister had been exhausted and hadn’t wanted to come out tonight. Fritz took them downstairs and paid for a cab. I kicked everyone else out so I could sleep. Bianca snuggled up to me when I got into bed. I drifted off a happy boy.
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Chapter 6 – You Need A Real Man Sunday May 29
Bianca nudged me awake.
“Hmm,” I grunted.
“I know this is a completely irresponsible question, but … where are my sister and Anabella?”
“Last I saw them, they were with this older guy. I’m sure they’re okay.”
The protective big sister reared her ugly head.
“Okay, okay, okay … Fritz made sure they were put into cabs and sent home,” I explained.