A nice, quiet Saturday afternoon. That's all I wanted. Nothing but me, Spotify, and Euro Truck Simulator 2. A few hours of driving through virtual Europe to decompress from a long week at work.
I turned the computer on and let it boot up while I headed to the refrigerator to grab a couple of bottles of iced tea. I could hear Evan in his room, issuing orders. It sounded like he was playing Call of Duty.
I waited until my antivirus finished updating before starting the simulator. Once it loaded, I brought up the job marketplace and selected the first entry. Farm equipment from Tallinn, Estonia to Cardiff.
After confirming it, the game took me to the driving screen. Following the GPS, I made the pickup and hit the road to the sound of Albert Cummings ripping through "500 Miles." I could tell this was going to be a great session.
Around an hour and a half later, I pulled into a little combination truck stop/rest area to sleep. It gave me a chance to hit the bathroom, grab some more tea, and stretch.
Evan was reaming some poor bastard's ass because he didn't do something he was supposed to. I tried not to laugh. Outside of gaming, he was one of the friendliest guys I knew. Give him a headset and a keyboard, he turned into the love child of Genghis Khan and General George Patton. No sympathy, no pity, and no mercy.
Before I could get the headphones on to resume my game, I heard the apartment door unlock. Two familiar voices followed.
"I bet they're sleeping. I don't hear Evan screaming." Jess Miramontes, Evan's very grown little sister and the star of my erotic dreams and fantasies.
"Give it a second." That would be Nicole, my younger sister and pretty much my favorite human.
Right on cue, Evan blew up. "Are you fucking kidding me, Spicer? How? How could you miss that?" Silence. "I'm out. I can't do this today." It sounded like he threw the headset against the wall. Good thing we hung a tapestry, originally to cover up a hole from a previous tantrum but it now acted as a target to aim at.
I stepped out of my room just as the bathroom door closed. In the kitchen, an amazing ass in tight shorts was bent over in front of the open refrigerator. I could stare at Jess' ass all day long and never get bored.
I felt my cock twitch in my shorts and I wished I had picked up my phone before I came out. Those shorts were tight and the hem had started to crawl its way north, exposing the curves of her ass cheeks. Damn, that ass was incredible. Too bad Evan was my best friend. If she were anyone else's sister, I would have gladly sacrificed that friendship for a shot at it.
Behind me, doors opened simultaneously and I heard the wrong voice. "Hey, bro. How goes the slaughter?"
"Hey, Jess. Don't ask," Evan laughed.
Nicole straightened up and turned in time to see me turn red and try to adjust my chubby friend. I just had on gym shorts, I wasn't planning on going out so I didn't get dressed after my shower this morning. It felt pretty obvious.
Both girls were dressed in workout clothes and had the look of having just worked out. Evan was dressed identically to me, a pair of shorts and no shirt.
"Hi, David. Jess needed to go and there's too many creeps at the gym today." Jess' shorts weren't any bigger than Nicole's. Watching her ass cheeks jiggle as she gave Evan a hug did nothing to kill my incipient boner.
"That and Nicole needs to ask a favor." Jess gave me a hug next. Her nipples were just barely poking out under the T-shirt and sports bra. Her chest was every bit the work of art her ass was. I deliberately turned so I couldn't see her bend over to dig a drink out of the refrigerator.
Nicole gave me an air hug, leaving a gap between us as we kissed each other's cheek. "Sorry, I'm all sweaty."
Evan was her next stop on her way to the living room, and I noticed that he not so subtly admired my sister's ass as she walked to the sofa and flopped down. Jess followed her a minute later.
We stood, waiting for the question. The university's football team had their first home game next week so I was expecting to get roped into helping their sorority get ready for the Friday night party beforehand.
As seniors, they were on the planning committee for the Mu Delta Tau sorority. It was an assignment they didn't take lightly, they had a long and storied history to live up to. Neither one of us had ever been invited to a party there but they were epic by public consensus.
"It was your idea, you ask." First, they had to play a game. Whichever brother lost his shit first, their sister had to ask the favor. Evan shifted his weight and I made myself comfortable. This could take a while.
The girls went back and forth, arguing good naturedly about whose responsibility it was. We just sat there, saying nothing. Eventually, one of them would get around to it.
When they did, I was partially correct. It did involve Mu Delta Tau, just not the football game.
"We really need your help. It's for the Halloween Masquerade Ball." Nicole lost a best of five rock-paper-scissors showdown.
"I'm not catering to a bunch of stuck-up bitches all night." Evan shook his head and Jess giggled.
"I wouldn't ask you to do that." Nicole gave us her doe-eyed look.
"The hell you wouldn't. Ain't no rich pretty boy going to do it so that leaves us."
"Actually, what we need for you to do is more important." Jess chimed in, just a little too upbeat for my taste.
"Oh, shit, dude. They're going as Beauty and the Beast and they need us ugly guys." I elbowed Evan and we laughed. "No."
"No. Not exactly." Nicole was getting frustrated.
"Phantom? Hunchback? I'm not getting the crap beat out of me. No." Evan waved his hands emphatically.
"Stop it, both of you, and listen to me. We need somebody the sisters who don't have partners can dance with. Somebody who won't hit on them or try to grab their ass. You'll be in costume with a full mask. They won't know who you are or what you look like." Nicole blurted it out at close to light speed.
"You know how to act in public and you can actually carry on a conversation using big words." Jess picked it up as Nicole caught her breath. "You're both musicians, you have good rhythm. We'll teach you the dances, there's only three. We'll buy the costumes, you can pick the color."
"We're not dancers and I'm not wearing tights." Not without a cucumber taped to my leg, anyway.
"It's Victorian, so it's formal wear. It's two simple group dances and then nothing but waltzes. You can count to three, right?" Nicole's sarcasm could never be described as understated.
"Yes. How many dances are we talking?"
Jess thought for a minute. "More than one and less than all of them. Maybe ten?"
I looked at Evan, he looked at me, we looked at the girls, and they broke out in smiles. Only under the penalty of death would I ever admit to either one of them that we weren't really going to say no. But we were going to make them work for it.
How bad could it be, really?
Mu Delta Tau was one of those sororities that defied modern expectations. Sure, it was ethnically and racially diverse. Its members were from the entire socioeconomic spectrum. There were the cheerleaders, the brainiacs, and the politically inclined. They were very much body positive and pro-women.
The only thing you wouldn't find would be the photogenically challenged. There wasn't a single Mu who could be considered less than "hot." I never heard a single person say they were actively discouraged from pledging. The less attractive girls just seemed to gravitate to the other sororities. In fairness, there were a few "dimes" that didn't make the cut, either. It almost never took very long to figure out why.
"So that's a yes, then?" Nicole already knew the answer.
We looked at each other and broke out in an off-key rendition of "I'm Just a Gigolo," until Jess threw a pillow at us.
"You're not getting paid." Nicole was quick to remind us.
"I'll settle for alcohol and a hottie that's into anonymous bathroom sex." It sounded better in my head, I promise.
Their laughter was a little forced. "Dream on."
"What are the other two dances?" Evan quickly changed the subject.
"It's called a quadrille. Four couples dance a choreographed routine. Very little touching other than hands. It's a little bit like a line dance. It's going to be very simple."
"What did they do last year?" I remembered it was a masquerade ball then, too.
"They went around to the frat houses and asked for volunteers. They either got too drunk or too grabby. We wanted to do it differently. We're the only two on the committee who aren't attached. Some of our sisters wanted to dance but don't have dates. You won't get out of line. You won't be the only ones dancing, the other girls' dates will help out."
I wanted to ask what happened to their boyfriends but after my last attempt at humor bombed, I wisely shut up.
"We're going home to shower and we'll be back later for your first lesson. We'll even bring food."
"Cool. We'll be here."
The girls stood up and dispensed the usual hug and cheek kiss, and we walked them to the door. Evan went back to his room and I heard a different game start up. A few seconds later, he was blasting away at zombies or aliens.
I went back and picked up my game from where I had paused it. Spotify decided to go morose on me, which suited me just fine. It simply mirrored my new mood.
Jess was amazing. She was smart, funny, unpredictable in a good way, and easily one of the most beautiful girls I knew. We got along great, almost as well as I did with Nicole. The only problem was that she didn't feel the same way about me.
As if the game sensed my mood, it rained all the way into Cardiff. I was late because of a detour and I got a speeding violation, just to add some more bad mojo. I dropped the trailer and found a place to park and save my progress.
Spending time with Jess and Nicole was always the highlight of the week. With only a few weeks before Halloween to get ready, I hoped we would see them more than once a week.
Evan was still shooting things, I could hear the sound effects during the quieter parts of the music he had turned up. I briefly wondered if he had the same feelings toward Nicole. She liked him, I had no doubt about that, but only as friends.
That train of thought jumped the tracks and I found myself remembering the episode from this morning. It wasn't like I hadn't seen Nicole bent over before. I had always looked away anytime I saw her in a less than flattering position. She was my sister and my friend. I couldn't do that to her.
I also couldn't deny I appreciated the view before I knew who it was. I was still twitching when I thought about how her ass looked in those shorts, the swell of her ass cheeks stretching the fabric, the bulge her labia were causing as the fabric stretched. My sister was fucking hot. She was yet another girl I had no shot at because she was family.
I met plenty of women at school and at work. Opportunity wasn't the problem. They didn't really interest me. Evan liked to remind me that I had a thing for unattainable girls and that my standards were too high. I had no problem reminding him that he was the same way. Neither of us had had a girlfriend since we graduated from college. Even then, it was a superficial relationship.
The sound of an incoming text startled me out of my reflection. They were on their way so I put on underwear and a shirt. When I wandered out into the living room, Evan had put on a shirt as well. I wasn't about to ask about anything else.
The girls showed up a few minutes late, bearing gifts of Chinese. The restaurant had been uncharacteristically busy. We didn't mind because, for some unknown reason, their food was always better when they were swamped.
We were lectured over dinner about the etiquette and history of the Mu Delta Tau Ball. Halloween parties are a big deal in the fraternities and sororities on campus, with most being held at the chapter house. Mu's was so large, they rented space at the hotel just off campus.
It was a safe move, for the most part. As sororities go, Mu was very tame. They enforced strict standards of behavior, both on and off campus. Nationwide, members could be found at every level of government and in many Fortune 500 boardrooms. Alumni often attended the ball, which was known for its attention to period authenticity. Next to the Winter Festival, it was THE party to be at.
The importance of putting on a good show wasn't lost on us. Nicole and Jess had been given an incredible opportunity. I knew that neither one of us would ever want to fuck that up.
After we ate, we moved the furniture out of the way to begin our quadrille lessons. They had broken it down into sections, since some of the steps were done more than once. It really wasn't that complicated. We would perform each section with every couple before going to the next. Every now and then, I would goof with Evan just to have a good laugh. We were careful not to overdo it, though.
After an hour and a half, we took a break before beginning our waltz lessons. I wasn't worried about that part so much because Nicole had been in ballroom dance for years as a kid and she was in the competitive ballroom dance club in high school. She had somehow managed to turn me into a practice partner over the years.
Going by the way Jess and Evan were moving, he had suffered the same fate. It wasn't long before muscle memory kicked in and we were gliding around without mowing each other down. Nicole wasn't impressed, we ended up going for another ninety minutes before calling it a night. I thought we did great. They did not.
"You're rusty. Both of you. We've got a lot of work to do before you're ready."
"We're not that bad," Evan protested.
"You're not but you need to be a lot better. Some of the girls you'll be dancing with still dance competitively. You need to be able to keep up." Jess waggled her finger at him. "I know you can dance better than that."
Evan just looked embarrassed and I willed Nicole to hold her tongue. I would have had better luck asking Santa for a '59 Les Paul.
"She's right. You're too stiff." Evan choked back a laugh.
I probably wasn't going to hear the end of that for a while. "It's been a while." I regretted it immediately.
"That's what she said," was followed by a grunt as Jess elbowed Evan.
"We've got a few weeks, we'll get you where you need to be." Jess patted Evan on the chest.
They helped move the furniture back before heading home. They promised to be back tomorrow afternoon around two for more lessons and practice, as well as measuring for the costumes. They knew someone who did alterations and they wanted to get that part done as soon as possible.
We both went with the black and gold trim costumes, since it was formal. We also opted for Chelsea boots, they would be more comfortable than authentic boots, not to mention cheaper. Jess placed the order online.
We walked them out and saw them off. Back in the apartment, Evan immediately went back to shooting alien zombies and listening to music. I went back to my room and fooled around with my acoustic until I got sleepy, when I went to bed. Evan went to bed shortly after that.
I woke up Sunday morning with an erection that wouldn't quit. I ended up getting rid of it in the shower. I usually waited until we had done our weekly cleaning to take one but this was one persistent boner. Jess could have had an IUD and been on the pill, I still would have knocked her up with the load I shot.
It didn't take long to get the apartment clean, we were careful about not letting it get too bad. Not that we had that many visitors.
The girls showed up around noon, dressed comfortably. After hugs and hellos, we moved things out of the way and began quadrille practice, adding another couple of steps to what we had covered yesterday. The movements weren't that difficult, it was memorizing the order that proved to be a challenge.
After a couple of hours of that, we took a bathroom break. Jess and Nicole had a muted conversation in the kitchen while Evan was in the bathroom and I looked out the window. The exercise leggings the girls were wearing were distracting, to put it politely.
While they were huddled in conversation, it occurred to me that from behind, they were almost impossible to tell apart. Growing up, they constantly traded clothes back and forth. Without a face or a voice, I wasn't entirely sure I could tell the difference.
When Evan finally finished, we started on the waltz. This time, Jess was my partner. For the next hour, all we heard was:
"Straighten up."
"Stop slouching."
"Smoother, you're too stiff."
"You're lagging. One, two, three. Not one, two," long pause, "three."
"Follow the music. You're trying to rush it. Flow with it."
We took another break after an hour. When we resumed, Nicole was my new partner. Same shit, though. I didn't remember the practice sessions as a kid being this strict.
"Arm, David. Quit dropping your shoulder. You're dragging your foot. Slide, Evan. Will you straighten up?" The only thing they didn't do was call us maggots or make us drop and give them twenty.
The torture finally ended around four-thirty. "That was a little better. You still need a lot of work, though."
"What's with the drill sergeant routine? It's a fucking costume party, not a competition." I was just a little cranky at that point.
"It's important to me, David. Like we told you, some of the girls do dance competitively and I don't want you embarrassed. For the last couple of years, the ball has been disappointing because of the lack of quality dancers." I had expected Nicole to get mad but she didn't.
"This is our chance to make a difference. For some of them, it's like their Cinderella moment. A chance to dance with the prince while everyone else watches." Jess explained. "We're putting on a show. We want it to be the best it can be. A lot of people are counting on us."
"Maybe cut us a little slack? It's the end of October, not tomorrow morning. We haven't had to do this in a few years. I'm doing the best I can." Evan was pretty hangry, too.
"We're done for today. We'll be back on Tuesday for a couple of hours. Let's get something to eat and watch a movie or something."
"If you start criticizing my chewing technique --" Evan poked Jess in the side, making her squeak, and we all laughed.
We had plenty of leftover Chinese, which we warmed up quickly. It wasn't long before we were back to laughing and teasing each other again.
Movie time found the four of us on the extra-long sofa we had found on Craigslist. Evan sat on one end, Jess next to him, while I sat on the other with Nicole leaning against me.
When it came to movies, I preferred the ones featuring car chases, explosions, and lots of tits and ass. That wasn't what we watched so I sort of fell asleep.
I woke up toward the end of the movie. At some point, my arm had ended up around Nicole's shoulders and she was curled up into me. Jess had stretched out with her head on Evan's leg and he was absentmindedly playing with a lock of her hair.
They got up when the movie ended and helped us finish cleaning up. After the required hugs and cheek kisses, they returned to the chapter house. We shut off the lights and went to our respective rooms to go to bed.
Monday kicked off eight weeks of what could only be described as mayhem.
We both worked as compliance specialists for national financial institutions. Since the third quarter was coming to an end, we had a lot to do. The girls were showing up Tuesdays, Thursdays, and on the weekend to dance us into the ground.
They followed the same routine every session. I danced with Jess and Evan danced with Nicole. We would eat and then switch partners. On Saturday and Sunday night, we would go out or we took turns making dinner, followed by a movie or two.
Occasionally, Jess or Nicole would want to do something different, so the other would have her brother and the apartment to themselves for a while. Much to my initial disappointment, Jess claimed Evan.
About the middle of October, I mostly stopped caring. When we weren't working on shit for the dance, Nicole was really fun to be around. Once we had started high school and developed outside interests, we didn't spend that much time together. It started to feel like old times again. I really looked forward to her coming over.
When the costumes arrived, the girls showed up with one of their sorority sisters to do the alterations. They measured, pinned, debated, adjusted, debated again, and finally settled on a fit. By the time they finished, we were both hangry and I was horny.
I couldn't help it. They were trying to pin the crotch seam when Nicole just casually unzipped my pants, slid her hand between my pants and my boxer briefs, and hoisted my balls out of the way so Jess didn't stab me.
I thought Evan's eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets. While Kennedy checked the fit around my ass, Jess reached over and did the same thing to Evan. I'm not exactly sure who turned redder. Nicole pretended not to notice but it definitely took her longer to get it pinned than Jess had taken.
When Jess removed her hand and zipped up her brother's pants, it was immediately apparent why they were both beet red. Evan had elected to go commando and he was erect. Jess had been literally fondling him while Nicole farted around with pinning the seam.
With everything the way they wanted it, we were sent to change. I was going to give Evan a little shit about what happened but the look he gave me shut me up quick.
Nicole yelled that she wanted pizza so I needed to dress for going outside. Evan was still in his room when I came out. I handed Kennedy my costume and Nicole practically dragged me out of the apartment and down to the car.
"Why didn't you say something?" We were barely buckled in before she started. I knew the subject she was talking about.
"What? We're friends but not that kind of friends. What the fuck were you thinking, jamming your hand in my pants, anyway?"
"It was quicker to do it myself than explain it to you. Does he always do that?"
"Again, I wouldn't know. It's not something we talk about." I didn't want to know. "Next time, ask me first."
"You know almost everything about him and you don't know if he usually doesn't wear underwear?"
"Almost everything. That was included in the stuff I never wanted to know. We're family, we know even more about each other, and I don't know if you do, either." I still don't know to this day why I said that.
Nicole looked me straight in the eye when she answered, "No. Neither does Jess. It messes with the aesthetic." It was starting to feel like it was International TMI Day.
"Yeah, I don't want to know. Don't do it again, please." Jess sat and stared out the window and we drove the rest of the way in silence.
Conversation resumed over pizza, centered around the upcoming ball and the schedule of events. The short version was the first and second year members would begin setting up early Saturday morning. The third year members were responsible for the seating arrangements and accommodating the guests. The seniors would perform master of ceremonies duties and supervise the newer members.
I needed to be at the hotel by five with Evan. A room had been reserved for us and our costumes would be waiting. As long as we were downstairs by six forty-five, we could do whatever we wanted, as long as we were in full costume if we left the room.
"Why?" That made no sense to me.
Nicole evaded answering me, continuing on with the program.
The ball started exactly at eight. By eight-fifteen, the first quadrille would be performed, transitioning to the second, and by eight-thirty, the opening waltz would begin for alumni and senior leadership. I would be dancing with Nicole and Evan with Jess.
After that, the floor was open. We would have two or three dances and then a short break. Depending on the amount of fires they had to put out, Jess and Nicole would try to squeeze in a dance. Their contract with the hotel required all guests to be out by two in the morning so we could count on being finished around one-thirty.
"I know it sounds weird but we need you to stay in full costume until you get back to the room. It's a tradition. You need to eat before you come, too." Nicole seemed uncomfortable for some reason.
"Seriously? You're not even going to feed us? Can we have water?" I was just a little confused.
"Yes, you can have water. I know it sounds strange and it's why we asked you, because you understand why it's important to us."
"Kind of sounds like you're embarrassed you had to ask us and you don't want anyone to know you were reduced to asking losers for help." I was trying to be funny. I wasn't.
"Frat guys have been hitting us up for weeks trying to get in. They don't give a flying fuck about our traditions, our history, or the effort it takes to put this together. They want to drink and fuck pretty girls. I'm tired of dealing with assholes like that."
Nicole flagged a server down and ordered a beer. She waited until it arrived before continuing. "This is our opportunity to do something that will be remembered. You two were the mysterious strangers that made awkward girls feel like a princess for one night and then disappeared. We asked you because we can trust you to not act like drunk frat boys."
"I was kidding about the loser thing. It's Halloween, playing at being a dashing rogue is kind of the point. You're going to owe us dinner, though."
"We had planned on it." Nicole relaxed a little after that. We paid the check, boxed up what we didn't eat, and headed back to the apartment.
Evan and Jess were on the couch, watching some action movie. The awkwardness between them was gone, they were back to normal as far as I could tell.
We hung out until the movie was over. The girls collected the rest of their stuff and said their goodbyes. Nicole's hug felt like it lingered a bit longer than usual but I really wasn't sure if I was just imagining it.
We finished picking up and went to bed. I couldn't seem to fall asleep. When I did finally fall asleep, I woke up from a dream where I was fucking Jess doggiestyle, except when she turned around to tell me she loved me, it was Nicole. Cum went everywhere as I used my left forearm to muffle the grunts while my right hand stroked my cock hard and fast.
As I lay there, still using my arm to hide my gasping while the cum cooled on my skin, I questioned my sanity. Was I really that pathetic now? Jerking off to my own sister, even if she was hotter than hell?
I needed to find an actual girlfriend. The best place to do that, filled with available, beautiful young women looking for a boyfriend, was the Mu Delta Tau Halloween Masquerade Ball. If the girls wanted a mysterious stranger, that's what they were going to get.
Friday dragged by. During my lunch break, I bookmarked some videos on active listening and conversation starters to watch later. I intended to be the Victorian Cassanova of the ball, charming to a fault.
I made it home before Evan for a change. I had changed into shorts and settled into my gaming chair to watch the videos I saved when he got home. I heard the cupboard door open and close, then the sound of ice against glass. A few seconds later, Evan rapped on my open door, holding two glasses of what appeared to be whiskey.
I put down my phone and took my earbuds out, motioning him to come in. He sat on the bed across from me.
He took a sip from his glass. "Did Nicole talk about the ball last night?"
"You mean the special rules?" I finger quoted the "special rules."
"Yeah. Seems weird, right?" Something was off with him.
"The way she explained it to me, they're just trying to give some of those girls a night to remember without having any regrets the next day. Since I'm playing a role, I'm going to do it right. Maybe meet somebody I want to date."
Evan brightened a little. "Yeah, that's a thought. If I strike out, they still won't know what I look like. I haven't met any of the newer ones so they really won't know I'm Jess' brother unless I tell them." He took another sip. "I thought maybe she was ashamed of us or something."
"That had crossed my mind, too. I talked to Nicole about it and she explained it. Either way, I'm going to take advantage of the opportunity."
"That sounds like a good idea. Lay a little Don Juan on them, dazzle them with my dance skills, and have them eating from my palm."
Evan still seemed bothered by something so I asked. "You okay?"
It took him entirely too long to answer. "Yeah, just a thing from work. I'll figure it out." Between confidentiality laws and the nondisclosure agreements, we couldn't discuss work if we wanted to. That was also a way to tell me that, whatever it was, he didn't want to discuss it.
"Okay. I know how that goes. I was thinking Delvecchio's for dinner. You want?" I hadn't had their monster sandwich in a while and was craving one.
"No, Jess wanted to go out someplace nice." The weird vibe was back. Truthfully, I was still freaked out a little at Nicole grabbing my crotch so I couldn't really blame him. I wouldn't want to discuss it either.
"Your loss."
"Nah, I'll just take the half you leave in the fridge." And he probably would, too.
We sat and bullshitted while we finished off our drinks. He was almost back to normal now, just a little off in his mood. When he got the text that Jess was downstairs, he took off.
I threw some clothes on and walked over to Delvecchio's. It wasn't too cold yet so it was a nice walk. Collecting my corned beef on rye with a bag of chips, I walked back and found Nicole waiting for me at the apartment.
"Surprise." She looked kind of cute in her fuzzy sweater, leggings, and leg warmers.
"Today's not a scheduled torture day."
"I know. I stopped by to see if you wanted to get some dinner but you already did."
"Yeah, my usual from Delvecchio's. You're welcome to half, if you want it."
"That sounds good, I haven't been there in a long time." Nicole grabbed a couple of plates and some napkins while I cut the sandwich in half and divided the chips between us.
I couldn't stop myself from looking. It certainly appeared as though she wasn't wearing anything under her leggings. No visible panty line anywhere.
Nicole found a movie to watch while we ate. Not my kind of movie but it was all right. I was sure I'd seen it before but there were some movies she could watch over and over without getting tired of it.
"Did Evan say anything about yesterday?"
The question came from out of nowhere and it took a minute to collect my thoughts. "Not really."
"Answer the damn question."
"Not exactly. He just asked if you said anything about what he called the special rules. He did seem a little off, though."
"Like how?"
"I don't think he knew what to think. I still don't. I think I kind of get how women feel when it's done to them. At least I had underwear on. I'd be a lot more freaked out if I hadn't. I don't run around grabbing people and I don't like it being done to me."
"Not even a girlfriend?"
"Different situation, different rules."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just wanted to get it over with."
"I get it. At least you didn't laugh."
That made her choke on her sandwich. "Or something worse."
"There's nothing worse than laughing at a guy's package."
Nicole turned and gave me a sultry, pouty lipped look. In a seductive purr, she murmured, "Well, hello, big boy."
Of all the reactions I could possibly have to that, my body chose to get an erection. I doubled over while I laughed to get it pointed somewhere discreet. Then I had the oddest emotional reaction.
Jealousy. Who had she actually said that to? It wasn't any of my business, she was twenty-one now, an adult fit to make her own decisions. I managed to get myself calmed down and parked inconspicuously. "Okay, that is bad."
"That's what she said." Delivered in the same fuck me voice.
We must have laughed for a good five minutes. All she had to do was look at me and I'd lose it all over again.
After calming down and getting more water, we watched the rest of the movie in comfortable silence, Nicole leaning into my shoulder.
It started the next suggested movie automatically. Nicole never took her eyes off the screen. "Jess was worried."
"Understandable."
"It freaked her out, too. She only meant it as a joke because of the way you reacted. She didn't expect him to react like that."
"At your age, you should know how a straight guy is going to react when a beautiful girl grabs his bare junk. It's been a while since he's been on a date and a couple of years since he had a girlfriend. It's not something we can actually control."
"So --"
"Yeah." She knew. Hell, she probably felt it, too.
"Is he upset?"
"Confused, I think." I hoped she wasn't going to ask for clarification.
She didn't, thankfully. "She took him to dinner to apologize."
"Yeah, food always helps. He'll get it sorted out and be all right. It was just a joke gone wrong."
Nicole's phone beeped with a text from Jess. She tapped an answer quickly. "They're on their way back. I'll catch a ride with her back to the house."
She stood and headed for the door. "We'll be back tomorrow for practice. Kennedy will have everything done by Thursday. You might want to consider underwear that day."
I saluted and she laughed as the door closed behind her.
Evan walked in about five minutes after Nicole left. He seemed less preoccupied now. I told him what Nicole had told me about the costumes, just in case Jess hadn't.
After a little unimportant small talk, we headed for our rooms. He fired up the gaming system and proceeded to wipe out an entire alien race. I lay in bed, trying to think about anybody but Nicole while I jerked off. I couldn't, my thoughts kept going back to her. Not even Jess was working for me anymore.
My orgasm was disappointing, really. Eventually, Evan turned off his system and I finally fell asleep.
Saturday was cloudy and cold but that didn't stop the girls from wearing their exercise leggings and T-shirts.
Instead of Jess for the first half, I danced with Nicole. At this point, they had corrected all the bad habits and we were working on consistency. It was also the day everything seemed to click. It felt effortless gliding around. It was apparently working for Evan and Jess too.
We walked to Delvecchio's on a whim. We were about halfway there when I saw Jess slide her hand into Evan's as we crossed a busy street. Then I felt Nicole's hand wrap around mine. I felt my cock twitch and tried to concentrate on the surroundings before I got completely hard. Sweatpants weren't going to hide it very well.
Jess had to visit the ladies' room while we were there. Evan watched her until she disappeared inside. He still looked undecided about something. He watched her on her way back, tensing up when some guy tried to talk to her. She quickly pointed to our little group and walked away. He relaxed a little bit but he did keep his eye on the guy.
We picked up our order when it was ready. We weren't out the door before Nicole had my hand locked up. It felt nice, to be honest. I was going to miss the practice sessions, it felt like I had seen her more in the last few weeks than I had in the last few years.
The rest of the evening went by way too quickly. The girls watched whatever they wanted while we fought to stay awake. It was almost midnight when they turned off the television and started getting ready to leave.
"Kennedy will have the costumes ready Thursday. We'll check the fit and then we're taking the two of you to dinner. We won't see you again after that until the ball." Jess gave Evan a tight hug, which Evan returned. Nicole hugged and kissed my cheek as usual.
As Evan closed the door behind them, he still looked conflicted about something. I had my own conflicting thoughts to deal with.
I really wasn't ever a party person. Small groups I could handle but things the size of the ball were outside my comfort zone. Same with striking up a conversation with a stranger, especially an attractive woman. So saying that I was beginning to have doubts and second thoughts was an understatement.
Evan was much the same. He could do online gaming and things of that nature, while I preferred solitary games and simulators, but he was not a party guy, either.
As far as I knew, the only persons he had formally danced with were our sisters. I certainly hadn't. My only other dancing experience was homecoming and the prom.
In what was becoming a nightly ritual, I lay in bed psyching myself up, reminding myself that my sister and my friends were counting on me to deliver. I could hear Evan eradicating another alien species next door. He was up most of the night.
The first thing I noticed Monday morning was the change in Evan's behavior. The only word I could think of to describe it was resigned, like he had made a decision he didn't actually have much choice in.
Tuesday night, we only went over the quadrilles before Jess dragged Evan off to somewhere or the other for dinner. Nicole brought Italian from a new place just off campus to try it. We both liked it.
Her nerves were starting to kick in, the conversation during and after dinner was mostly centered around the ball and those items that were still up in the air. I was more than happy to let her vent since it took my mind off my issues.
When Evan and Jess got back, we were curled up on the couch, not really watching some show and talking quietly. I did notice that when Nicole got up to visit the bathroom, Evan paid no attention to her when she walked by.
I just assumed that's what he had been dealing with, accepting that Nicole just wasn't ever going to be into him, the same as I went through with Jess. It was tough at first but it turned out to be a blessing. We were getting along even better now, almost like she was more my sister than a friend.
They left a little while afterward with the reminder that Thursday was costume checking day. We picked up what little mess we had made and went to bed. Evan got in his daily quota of zombie killing before he finally turned it off.
Nicole texted me Wednesday after her morning class to apologize for dumping her problems on me the night before. I texted back it wasn't a problem, she had a lot of things on her plate, and I understood. I had used her venting to work on my listening skills, killing two birds with one stone.
On the days we weren't working on dancing, I usually did my personal stuff, laundry, paying bills, getting my groceries, the stuff I had normally been doing on the weekend. Evan had a slightly different schedule but generally did the same thing.
I was in my room, changing the sheets. Evan had been doing his usual shoot everything, sort it out later thing and apparently didn't hear me come back.
I heard a groan, loud enough to not be mistaken for gameplay, followed by, "Oh, Jess, like that."
I'm not naive, we were both healthy young men. Jerking off was something that we never discussed, much the same as our attraction to each other's sister. It was a personal thing and I kept it that way.
My first thought was that he just slurred the word "yes." The second time he said it, I knew it wasn't a mistake. I quietly put on headphones and cranked Pandora.
Knowing he was cranking one out didn't freak me out. Knowing that he was doing it to thoughts of his sister didn't bother me, either. Hypocrisy was never my thing. I did the same thing on a regular basis anymore, just quieter. But it did explain the change in his behavior.
It also made me realize that he probably wasn't really playing that game every night, either. I could hear it going as he talked and he didn't have three hands.
I started making a little more noise just to let him know I was back. We passed each other in the hallway, he was coming out of the bathroom and I was taking the trash out from my room. We pretended not to know that we knew he had been rubbing one out. I was waiting for him to leave or go online so I could do the same thing.
Thursday was a long day. The three of them were waiting on me when I got to the apartment. Evan had already changed and I had to admit that the costume looked great.
Nicole handed mine to me and I changed quickly. My main concern really hadn't been the costume but the boots. I was going to be on my feet most of the night and my feet did better with softer shoes. The boots were very comfortable so I was happy.
My costume looked just as good as Evan's. When we tried the masks on, I couldn't tell which one of us it was in the pictures they took. We looked identical.
The masks themselves were surprisingly comfortable. I was hoping for the Guy Fawkes style but these were the moonface type, decorated in grayscale to match the color palette of the costume.
We waltzed for a couple of dances to make sure there wouldn't be any costume malfunctions. All the seams held, the boots were still comfortable, and the mask wasn't distracting.
"You've seen ours, where is yours?" Evan playfully demanded.
"You'll see it Saturday. We don't want to risk messing it up before the ball." Jess patted his cheek just as playfully. "Go change so we can eat."
We bundled up for the walk to Delvecchio's. Once again, Nicole held my hand all the way there and all the way back, using me as a windbreak. Jess did the same with Evan.
Back at the apartment, they went over the plans for the ball again. We brushed up on the quadrilles, which went without a hitch. They packed up our costumes and labeled the bags so we couldn't confuse them, Evan's shoe size was a half-size larger than mine. We said our goodnights and went to bed. I fell asleep to Evan either killing zombies for real or masturbating again.
Friday was another long-ass day that couldn't end fast enough. Evan had a Call of Duty session scheduled. It took an hour for me to realize he hadn't thrown a tantrum at all. I could hear him talking but he never really raised his voice the entire evening. He even laughed a few times and he almost never did that.
I couldn't get interested in anything. My sims, reading, listening to music, watching anything, nothing. Jess and Nicole were at the hotel, beginning the set up for the ball and their annual dinner and new member recognition ceremony. Nicole texted me a few times during the evening, a few selfies and boredom complaints.
I went to bed early. There didn't seem to be anything else to do. I didn't sleep well.
Saturday, we cleaned the apartment from top to bottom to burn off nervous energy. I went for a long walk during the afternoon, it was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky.
By the time I made it back, Evan had showered and left for the hotel. I did the whole routine, shaving, nail trimming, and added a little cologne that Nicole had given me one year for Christmas. I made sure I had the right costume bag and summoned an Uber, since parking for these things was outrageous at twenty-five bucks.
As instructed, I had texted Nicole just before I arrived and she was waiting for me out front. She gave me a hug and cheek kiss, then led me to the side entrance. We rode the rear entrance elevator up to the room.
There was a plate of food waiting in a warmer for me along with a few bottles of water. She repeated the instructions about not leaving the room without being in full costume and the time I needed to be downstairs.
Another hug and cheek kiss, and she was gone. I ate while watching a college football game involving two schools I'd never heard of. Turned out to be a pretty good game, actually.
I got dressed and headed downstairs. The elevator stopped on the next floor down and Evan got on. For laughs, we did a mime routine for the security camera.
Finding the ball wasn't hard, we followed the signs and the stream of Victorian couples. I spotted Nicole and Jess before having to ask for them. They were the identically dressed pair at the check-in table.
They almost literally took my breath away. The dress itself gave the appearance of being painted on from the waist up, only showing skin at just below the collarbones. A deep burgundy, there were little flecks of polished gold that seemed to sparkle when they moved.
The mask was similar to ours, except in hues of red with gold accents. Their hair was pinned up in some kind of messy bun.
They looked incredible, easily the most beautiful women in the room. I also couldn't tell them apart without seeing their face or hearing their voice.
They spotted us in the doorway and one of them came over to lead us to the little area they were using for staging for the quadrilles. It was Jess, who introduced us to our partner couples, we did a quick walk-through to make sure we were clear on the order. We would also be partnered for the second quadrille.
A few minutes before showtime, the national president of the sorority stopped by to give a little speech. As we were herded toward the entrance to the dance floor, I looked at Evan and he shrugged, "Let's do this."
"Leeroy Jenkins?"
"Leeroy Jenkins." We bumped fists as one of the other guys laughed. It was a relic from one of the first online games we played. I never really got into them but Evan did.
The master of ceremonies started their spiel and we waited for our cue. It came and we began. It went flawlessly. The emcee began the second part of the introduction as the remaining couples took their places, the music started, and we performed the second quadrille, again to perfection.
The first waltz was dedicated to the seniors and alumni. When the music started, it was like time stood still. Calling it effortless would be insulting. I didn't want it to end.
Unfortunately, it did. There was appreciative applause as I escorted Nicole back to the table near the dance floor, Evan delivering Jess right behind me.
My first dance partner was already waiting. Megan wasn't an experienced dancer but she was graceful and a quick study. She was a second year finance major.
Reina was from Mexico City, studying international relations. She planned on joining the diplomatic corps after graduation.
After Reina, the order began to get hazy. I would no sooner escort my current partner back that a new one would be waiting. Evan seemed to have the same problem.
At first, I felt a little awkward with trying to make small talk but I eventually figured out that simply asking about their degree, their hometown, or their future plans was enough to get them started. A well placed question or comment served to keep the conversation going. Of course, they asked questions too so I got a lot of practice turning it around on them.
While escorting Irina back to the sidelines, I glanced over at the table where Nicole and Jess had been coordinating dances. I didn't need to see her face to tell which one was Nicole. I could feel her glare.
I was brought up short when my next partner introduced herself. It was none other than Marilyn McDonald-Reese, one of the most famous of the Mu Delta Tau alumni.
We assumed the classic starting pose and began dancing. She was very good, taking me up to the limit of my own skills. She also didn't waste any time getting to the point.
"I don't really believe that your name is Lance." I wasn't sure why Nicole was telling the girls that. I was also certain that Nicole wouldn't be happy if I contradicted her, either.
"No, ma'am."
"So what is your name, young man?" Marilyn was a little older than my mother, maybe in her mid-sixties. She wasn't upset, more like she was toying with me. So I played along.
"Fred. Fred Garvin."
Marilyn laughed so hard she misstepped, but quickly recovered. "You're not old enough to know who that is."
"Would you believe Dorian Gray?" As we passed in front of Nicole's table, I didn't need to see her face to tell she was pissed. Marilyn laughed again.
"No, but it doesn't matter. I can see why the girls are going on about you and your friend. You are quite a dancer. Not many men are at your age."
"I spent a lot of time helping my sister practice when she was younger. You are an amazing dancer, Mrs. --"
"Marilyn, please. I would think you would be out enjoying yourself instead of being here dancing with awkward young women."
"Nicole and Jessica asked us to help them out. This was really important to them. Apparently the last few years didn't turn out as hoped for and they wanted tonight to be memorable."
"They've done an excellent job. People are having fun, we haven't had to throw anybody out, and I've actually danced a real waltz. It's a shame they're seniors, this year will be hard to top."
"They worked hard so I hope somebody lets them know it was appreciated." Her side-eye almost made me laugh out loud. It was the politest way I could think of at the time to say, "Tell them, not me."
The music ended and I escorted Marilyn back to the table. Nicole was now white hot, I thought I could see her eyes glowing red behind the mask.
"Thank you, Fred -- I mean Lance -- for a lovely dance. Let's not break any hearts tonight, shall we?" Marilyn got in one last tease.
"You're welcome, Marilyn. It was very enjoyable to dance with someone of your skill." I bowed and she laughed. As I collected my new partner, she turned to talk to Jess and Nicole.
When that dance ended, only Jess was at the table. "We're going to take a break for about an hour for the dinner and ceremony. Head upstairs and rest, there are sandwiches and water in the room. Be back here in an hour." She turned and hurried off before I could ask where Nicole was.
I went up to the room to wait. The food and bottles of water were there, as promised. It was a good thing the girls had been insistent on practicing as much as we had, I was tired but not nearly as much as I would have been without it.
I had eaten and was relaxing with my feet up when the door lock snicked and Nicole let herself in. She was big mad.
"What the fuck, David?" She was shaking and looked like she was ready to start crying any second.
"What?" I couldn't figure out what she could be so upset about. I followed all the stupid rules.
"I asked you to dance, not try to seduce them!"
"Seduce who? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Megan, for one. She's asking me all kinds of questions about if we're dating, you're seeing anybody, if I have your number. Going on about what a great listener you are, you're so sweet. Almost everybody you danced with wants to know everything about you."
"I think you're overreacting, Nicole. Take a deep breath and think for a minute." Nicole didn't agree, so don't ever say that shit out loud. Trust me.
"No! And why did you tell Marilyn you were my brother?"
"I didn't."
"She knows. I didn't tell her. She was impressed that you would do all this for me."
"Maybe she guessed, I don't fucking know. You said don't tell anybody who I am and I didn't. You said dance with the girls we tell you to. I did. Am I supposed to ignore them? No. I talked to them about themselves. I didn't ask them what they were doing after the ball or anything like that. Seduce anybody? Are you fucking kidding me?" Now I was getting big mad, too.
"It worked on Megan."
"Megan isn't interested in me, she's hot for Lance, the guy nobody knows. She could meet me tomorrow without all this shit and she'd blow me off."
"You don't know that."
"Actually, I fucking do. I know exactly where I fit on the social food chain. I'm the guy girls like Megan settle for in ten years, after the prince gets away or turns into a toad. You'll all sit around, going 'That's good old Dave. He ain't much but it's better than dying alone, I guess.' I don't have to seduce anybody, all I need to do is wait ten years and she'll come to me."
Nicole stood there silently, staring at the floor. I grabbed my mask off the bed. "It's time I got downstairs. Since you're going to accuse me of seducing them, I might as well try to. Shit, I might actually get lucky."
I pushed by her and headed back downstairs. That was the story of my parents life. They got together at their tenth high school reunion. They got married, bought a house, had kids, and seemingly spent most of their time now wondering if they could have done better if they had just waited.
Jess wasn't at the table when I walked in. Debbie and Ashley had the list now and pointed me to my next dance partner.
I didn't really try to seduce anybody. I kept doing what I had been, trying to make sure they enjoyed the dance. I couldn't understand why Nicole was so upset about it. I blamed it on the stress of putting the ball together and trying to make it memorable. That was the only reason that made sense to me.
I finally caught up with Evan after about three dances."Where's Jess?"
"Don't know. She was here and got a text, so she got Debbie and Ashley to cover for them. She said Nicole went to talk to you."
"Yelled is more like it. She thought I was trying to hook up with one of the girls after the ball."
Evan gave me a searching look. I looked him in the eye. "I'm not. I wouldn't do that to either one of them."
Evan nodded. "Good. They'll probably be back in a while."
They weren't. I thought I saw them on the other side of the room a few times but between dancing and the number of people in the room, it was hard to be certain.
They didn't show up until the last dance was announced. They walked over and stood in front of us until the emcee finished their thank you speech. I had no idea which one it was until she spoke. I was dancing with Jess.
"Meet us by the elevators when we're done. It's going to take us a few minutes so please wait."
"Okay." And that was the end of the conversation. I hadn't danced with Jess one on one in a while and I had forgotten how much fun it was. Not as much as with Nicole, obviously, but still really enjoyable.
The last waltz came to an end. I could hear Evan talking to Nicole but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The girls headed toward the gathering of sorority members and we headed for the elevators.
We waited silently. Now that we were finished, I was a little tired. My feet were beginning to hurt too. They eventually headed in our direction. Jess gave my hand a squeeze and told me, "Need to visit the ladies' room, we'll be right back."
Ten minutes later, they were back. Jess grabbed my hand again and we boarded the elevator. Evan and Nicole were also holding hands.
We stopped at Evan's floor and they got off the elevator, Nicole didn't even try to look at me. Jess stood next to me, a tight grip on my hand.
We got off the elevator and headed to the room. I pulled out my keycard and unlocked the door, allowing her to enter first. The only light in the room was a lamp.
As I closed the door, Jess turned off the light. The heavy drapes had been closed and the bathroom door shut, so the room was pitchblack. She peeled my mask off, I heard both hit the floor, then I felt her arms go around my neck and she pulled my head down for a kiss.
I had never, ever been kissed like that before in my life. The hunger behind it, the way her tongue searched for mine, it didn't feel real. My hands went from her waist to searching for the buttons on the back.
I found the top one as her hands pulled at my shirt, my topcoat already on the floor behind me. This was going to happen. I had dreamed about this moment, jerked off to the fantasy a few hundred times over the years, and it was finally going to happen tonight.
Except it couldn't. She was my friend, I loved her as my friend, but it would be wrong to have sex with her. I knew she didn't love me the way I wanted her to.
I really wanted her to be Nicole instead.
I broke our kiss gently, "Stop, please. I can't. I love you, you're my friend, Evan is my friend, but you don't love me, at least not that way. I'm really sorry, Jess. I just can't."
The voice in the darkness took me completely by surprise. "Well, that's good to know. Will I do?" Nicole.
"Wha--" I couldn't even manage to say a whole syllable.
"I'm sorry, David. I know this is really fucked up but I'm sorry."
"Why--" Hey, a whole syllable. Making progress.
"I wanted to tell you for a long time. I didn't think you would understand. Then I found out that Jess felt the same way about Evan. It's why we don't have boyfriends. I thought that maybe if I helped Jess get with Evan, you'd realize how I felt about you."
"I'm not that smart."
"It has nothing to do with being smart. You had yourself convinced nobody wanted you so that's all you saw. I didn't realize that until we argued earlier. I'm here and I want you.
"That's why we didn't want the girls to know who you were. This was the only way we could think of that we could get you alone with privacy. To them, you're the romantic stranger on one special night. You don't come around the sorority and it's unlikely they'll recognize you on the street."
She paused, her arms still around my neck, my hands back at her waist. "They'll all be gone in the morning. Evan told me you weren't trying to hook up with any of them. He said you sucked at lying and if you said you weren't, you weren't. I was so close and I didn't want you to get away before I had a chance to tell you."
"I need to tell you that I had a big crush on Jess for years. Until a few weeks ago, I would have killed to have her standing where you are. But I realized that she didn't feel the same way and never would. I didn't know it was Evan she wanted, just that it wasn't me. I stopped tonight because I really wanted it to be you. I was sad when I thought it was you getting off the elevator with Evan." I pulled Nicole as close as the dress would allow. "I'm pretty sure I figured out I was in love with you somewhere around Columbus Day. I was sure nothing would ever happen, though."
"Well, here I am. It's your move."
Our lips found each other in the dark. It was soft and gentle, searching for and finding confirmation from the other. We undressed each other slowly, her dress first, followed by my shirt and pants, then both sets of undergarments. We left everything on the floor where it fell.
Nicole's skin was soft and warm all over, slightly salty in spots from dancing. We shuffled around until we found the bed and she turned on one of the reading lamps.
She pulled the clips out of her hair as she sat on the side of the bed. It fell around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "Goddamn, you're beautiful."
"You're just saying that because I'm naked."
"No, but it doesn't hurt, either."
"You're pretty studly looking yourself."
"And you're either blind or mentally deficient. Not going to stop me from taking advantage of you, though."
Nicole laughed. "By the time I'm done, you're going to be wondering who got taken advantage of."
"Promises, promises."
"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me." I won't ever let it be said that I don't know how to follow orders. I started at her lips and kissed my way down, ending up on my knees as I kissed the insides of her thighs as she leaned back.
She moaned as my tongue lightly caressed her labia before sliding between them to gently push into her opening. From there, I gently teased around her clit before exploring elsewhere. I repeated that until her breathing quickened and she held my head steady. "Right there, oh shit, right there, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck --"
She started shaking as she squealed and ground against my face while I sucked her clit between my lips. The memory of her face as she lay there, the smile and the look in her eye, is the one memory I hope I never lose. Radiant was the closest word I could think of to describe it.
Nicole pulled me down beside her and rolled on top of me to straddle my hips, her aroused pussy centered on my now aching shaft.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
As she slowly began teasing me by rocking back and forth, I explored her body with my hands. Her breasts were squeezably soft, the perfect-sized areola topped with a firm and suckable nipple. She moaned and increased the pressure to my cock without increasing the tempo while I did so.
When she began to slide along the entire length, I placed my hands on her hips and guided her up while she placed the head of my cock at her entrance. We were both liberally self-lubricated at this point and we both moaned as she lowered herself onto me.
It felt more than incredible. She gripped me like a surgical glove, except wet and warm. The feeling was mind-blowing. I began toying with her rock hard nipples as she started grinding against me, our eyes locked. Neither one of us spoke, I pretty much couldn't because the sensations made it impossible to, until she came.
"David, oh god, David -- I'm cumming, oh god, yes. Oh, oh, oh --" She clamped down around my cock as she trembled and fought to stay upright, her eyes scrunched shut and hair hanging in my face.
We kissed a little more as she maneuvered so I was on top, with her arms and legs wrapped around me. We made slow, passionate love, whispering between kisses. Nothing prepared me for the things I was feeling.
Nicole's whispering became insistent, knowing I was getting close to orgasm. I fought it, trying every trick my lizard brain could think of to hold it back, but I couldn't.
"Oh shit, Nicki. Oh fuck." A tickle one second became a flood in an instant. I thrust as far inside as I could while we squeezed each other tightly. I came as hard as I could remember. Once the spasms stopped, we lay wrapped in our embrace, softly kissing and staring at each other.
"It's been a long time since you called me that." Her voice was soft, her eyes shiny in the dim light.
"You yelled at Mom for doing it, so I stopped."
"I hated it then. I wanted to be grown up." We kissed deeply yet again. "It's okay if you do it, though."
"Don't mind if I do. Just don't call me Diamond Dave and we'll be good."
"Did you really try to tell Marilyn your name was Fred Garvin?" Nicole was trying her best not to laugh as she asked the question.
I laughed. "Yeah. I was already pretending to be a gigolo, so why not?"
"I hope you know Richard Gere's got nothing on you."
"I should hope not. I still have my youthful libido. He's kind of old now, isn't he?" Between Nicole's kiss and whatever it was she did with the walls of her vagina, I was certainly ready for another go-round.
Having just cum a little bit earlier, I lasted long enough the second time that she had a couple more orgasms. I loved watching her cum as she ground against me. Once she caught her second wind, she rode me hard and fast, urging me on with her fuck me voice until I came almost as intensely as the first time.
We slept until nine. After an aborted first shower, we made love again while still soaking wet on the bed, going from sixty-nine to doggie until we came moaning each other's name. The second attempt at a shower was actually successful.
We still managed to check out by eleven. We played brother and sister downstairs, she still had some things to do for tearing down. I caught an Uber back to the apartment with the bags holding our costumes. I didn't see any of last night's dance partners or Jess.
When I unlocked the door and walked in, Evan was sitting at the dining table, their bags in front of him. I dropped mine next to a chair, grabbed the bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses, and poured us both a drink.
Evan stared at his untouched drink. "I never understood why Jess wasn't into you. I thought you were exactly the type of guy she wanted. I really liked Nicole but she never really liked me back, either. All this time --" His voice trailed off.
I took a sip of my drink, feeling it burn on its way down. "I know. So --" I let the unasked question hang in the air.
Evan took a swallow from his glass. He smiled a little as he stared at it. "Yeah. You?"
I felt a stupid grin creep across my face as he looked up at me. "Yeah."
He nodded. "Jess would kill you if you hadn't."
"I don't doubt it. There wouldn't be any place where either of us could run to escape."
"Probably not. There goes our fallback career as professional cocksmen, though. It was fun while it lasted."
"Yeah. It's for the best."
"True. Did you really tell Marilyn your name was Fred Garvin?"
"Yeah, I couldn't remember the character's name from American Gigolo."
"Julian something. Fred was a better choice."
"She didn't buy it anyway. Said I wasn't old enough to know who that was."
"She obviously isn't familiar with YouTube." My grandad had us look up those skits when he found out about YouTube. He loved them.
"No, guess not."
We slowly finished our drinks. Nicole and Jess were coming over as soon as they were done at the hotel. At some point, we were going to have to talk about the future. I was hoping it wasn't going to be today, though. I wanted to deal with reality later.
The girls finally arrived a little after three, looking exhausted. Jess breezed by me, a quick hug and a peck as she passed, and collapsed in Evan's lap. There was a gently whispered exchange before she tried to steal as much of his oxygen as she could.
Nicole was slightly more subdued in her greeting, but not much. None of us were the least bit embarrassed.
We watched the local news later, just to see if they had a piece on the party. They did, with film. They were interviewing Marilyn, apparently after the dinner, and she mentioned Nicole, Jess, and a couple of other girls by name while praising how the ball went. You could see me and Evan dancing in the background during the interview.
"You two should plan our party for next year." Evan squeezed Jess playfully.
"I have the perfect theme, too. Juggalos." Don't know why that popped into my head.
"Yeah!" We bumped fists.
Nicole looked confused. "What's a juggalo?"
I pulled her phone from her back pocket and handed it to her with the arm I had around her shoulders. "You're the business major. Do the research yourself."
Nicole typed juggalo into the search box as I spelled it out and Jess leaned over to see. She tapped on the images tab.
"Eww, David, why?"
"Evan! No!"
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If you're going to be out and about on All Hallow's Eve, be careful, watch out for each other, and have a good time.
