Chapter 15: Chapter 15

VADA

I walked along the buffet, studying the offerings. Dinosaur-shaped chicken fingers and soggy corn on the cob didn’t really appeal to me. But I was starving, and I needed fuel for the night ahead.

“Where’s your food?” Garrett asked.

“I haven’t found anything I want to eat.”

“What are you talking about? There’s all kinds of yummy stuff.”

I glanced at his plate. He had two slices of pizza, a huge scoop of macaroni and cheese, a corn dog, and tater tots.

“That looks revolting, Garrett.”

“Make the best of it,” he suggested. “This place wasn’t on our itinerary, but that’s the beauty of a road trip. Unexpected adventures are sometimes the best kind.”

“Okay, Mr. Optimistic,” I laughed, scooping some mashed potatoes onto my plate.

“There has to be another dining option in this massive fucking place,” Evan bitched, shoving his plate away with a disgusted scowl.

“This is a family place, Ev,” Garrett said. “They cater to kids, not picky adults who grew up on filet mignon and lobster.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You and Vada had privileged childhoods. Boxed macaroni and tater tots weren’t a staple food in your household.

“When I was a kid, we never had enough food or money. It was a constant struggle. I was grateful for whatever my parents could afford.”

“Same here,” Jake said.

“We didn’t eat expensive food,” Evan clarified. “But we ate ~real~ food. Not processed shit.”

“Well, I guess me and Jake will be the ones who get colon cancer,” Garrett chuckled. “You’ll get lung cancer from your cigars.”

I grinned as I took a bite of garlic toast, enjoying their banter.

“What are you smiling about?” Evan asked.

“I’m enjoying listening to you guys bicker. You sound like a bunch of old women.”

“We do not.”

“Yeah, you do.”

***

“Where did Jake disappear to?” I wondered aloud, scanning the crowded arcade for a sexy beast with a beard.

That beard felt so amazing when he went down on me.

I’d never been with a guy with a full-grown beard before. It felt like a soft blanket on my pussy. Not like a piece of sandpaper that left me with a whisker-rub rash.

When I was dating Ozone, he kept a short goatee that was always prickly.

Most of the other guys I’d been with couldn’t be bothered to give me oral, or they’d do it for a minute and then start fucking me.

A familiar pink pointy head caught my eye, towering above the other stuffed characters hanging over the redemption counter.

It was a ~massive~ Patrick. The thing had to be at least four feet tall. I’d never seen one that big before.

And I wanted it.

I scanned the long counter, studying the three employees stationed there. The nerdy guy at the end was already checking me out.

~Target identified~.

~Time to use your tits to score the starfish.~

I walked up to the counter, opting for a shy approach. His eyes went straight to the low-cut scoop neck of my tank top, my breasts on full display for his hungry eyes.

“Excuse me?” I said softly.

He lifted his head, blinking rapidly while he stared at me with the glazed look of a horny boy. Well, man. He was probably older than me.

But a man-child who lived with his mother and kept a secret stash of porn in the basement.

“Do you want to redeem tokens?” he asked in a nasal voice.

“No,” I giggled. “I don’t have any. I suck at arcade games.”

“Oh.”

“How much is the giant Patrick?”

“Fifty thousand tokens.”

“Holy fuck sticks!” I exclaimed. “How much to buy him?”

“He’s not for sale. You can only purchase items with tokens.”

“That can’t be right. Everything has a price.”

“I don’t make the rules,” he said, shrugging as his eyes dropped to my chest again, his tongue darting out to catch the drool at the corner of his mouth.

“Rules were made to be broken,” I whispered with a provocative wink.

He scowled when a strong arm encircled my waist from behind.

“What’s going on, babe?” Garrett asked.

“I want that giant Patrick, but this guy says he can’t sell it to me. I have to redeem tokens. Fifty thousand!”

“Fifty thousand? We can do that. I’ve already got twenty.”

“How?”

“I’m good at arcade games.”

I followed him to the game where you roll the balls and try to get them inside the circles.

“Do you wanna try?” he asked.

“Sure. Why not?”

I rolled my first ball and laughed when it smashed into the guard before flying back at me.

“It’s not bowling,” Garrett chuckled. “You don’t need to use that much force. Let me show you.”

He stood behind me with his arms around my waist, guiding me. “Gentle wins the race,” he whispered, his lips grazing my earlobe.

“Sometimes, it’s not about the force behind the thrust or the speed of the ball. You can experience greater reward with calm, precise movements.”

I shivered with excitement, my pussy clenching in response to his dirty metaphor. “We aren’t just talking about Skee-Ball, are we?” I whispered in a shaky voice.

“Nope.”

I rolled the ball gently under his guidance. It meandered down the ramp before rolling back to me.

“That was a little too gentle,” he said. “Try one more time.”

I rolled my ball with a little more force, squealing with excitement when it landed in the Ten slot.

“Good job!” he cheered, spinning me around and kissing me forcefully on the lips while he squeezed my ass.

“Ew! That man touched that girl’s butt!”

I glanced over at the kid next to us. She had brat written all over her, with designer clothes and an entitled scowl that was like looking in a mirror at my eight-year-old self.

“You shouldn’t let a boy touch you in any of your three private places,” she lectured. “Do you know what they are?”

“Uh, I think so,” I said with a nervous chuckle.

“Never let a boy, and especially not a ~man~, touch your boobies, noony, or your butt.”

“Okay then,” I said, my face heating up when the other players stopped to stare. “Thanks for the tip.”

“And you, sir,” she continued, glaring at Garrett. “You are disgusting. I hope she isn’t your daughter.”

“She’s not,” he assured her.

I stepped aside while Garrett loaded up his balls. He rolled every one into the Ten Thousand slot.

“How did you do that?!”

“I’m good,” he bragged as the machine spewed out a piece of paper.

“Where’s the fifty thousand tokens?” I asked.

“It’s just easier to put out a printed voucher,” the attendant replied.

“That’s no fun,” I whined. “I was looking forward to feeding all those tickets to the monster.”

“C’mon, love,” Garrett chuckled. “Let’s go get Patrick.”

***

“What the ~fuck~ is that?” Evan grumbled.

A woman standing nearby with her children glared angrily our way. “Watch your language!” she snapped.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he said.

“It’s Patrick,” I laughed, shaking my head.

“I’m familiar with him, Vada.”

“Garrett won him for me in the arcade.”

“We don’t have room for that in the van.”

“We’ll make room,” Garrett said.

“Where’s Jake?” I asked.

“He went back to the cabin,” Evan replied as we headed toward the main lobby.

“Why?”

“He had something to take care of.”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, glancing at his watch.

“You do so. Big fat liar,” I mumbled under my breath.

When we reached the lobby, a huge crowd of children was gathered in the center of the room. Someone dressed in a bear costume was reading a book.

I froze when I recognized the book in his paws.

~The Soup Kitchen.~

My favorite book from my childhood.

Memories of my mom triggered a powerful wave of emotion. I recalled the day she bought me that book. I was around seven or eight, and I thought I was the greatest thing since sliced cheese.

We were rich, but I attended public school. My parents didn’t believe in wasting money, and they felt that private school was overrated.

There was a new girl in my class at school. She was a foster kid who wore secondhand clothes that didn’t fit her properly, and she always had greasy hair.

I got called into the principal’s office for bullying her, and the school called my parents.

~The Soup Kitchen~ was a story about a spoiled princess who treated the staff of her castle poorly.

One day, her mother caught her belittling a servant. She forced her to dress in commoner clothes and go work at the soup kitchen in the village.

The girl was bullied by the other workers because they knew who she was. They made her scrub the kitchen floor with a toothbrush and clean toilets without gloves.

A homeless girl witnessed her mistreatment and started a protest.

“Vada,” Garrett called out, his voice sounding a million miles away. “We’re gonna head back to the cabin.”

I ignored him, taking a seat on the floor to listen to the story, my eyes full of unshed tears. I rarely cried. It served no purpose. But listening to that story triggered something in me.

I’d forgotten all about that book. I watched all the little girls with their mommies, listening to the story while they snuggled or sat on their laps.

If I had a child, I would read them ~The Soup Kitchen~. My children would be wealthy and privileged, just like I was. But I would teach them humility.

They would be raised to be kind to others who were less fortunate and never be ungrateful for what they had.

“Vada,” Garrett whispered, kneeling next to me. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I said. “This was my favorite book when I was a kid.”

He sat down next to me, pulling me in close. Evan settled on the other side, completing the group hug while we listened to the remainder of the story.

“I remember when your mom bought you that book,” Evan said on the walk back to the cabin.

“You do?”

“Yes. You were picking on some kid because she came to school dressed in thrift-store clothes.”

“That doesn’t sound like something I would do.”

“You were an entitled little princess, Vada,” Garrett chuckled.

“Fine. I did that. I’m ~so~ glad you guys remember everything.”

“Didn’t you end up becoming best friends with that girl?” Garrett asked.

“Yep. It was Mandy.”

Evan stiffened at the mention of my roommate. He was uncomfortable with my bisexuality. None of my other boyfriends cared. They liked it.

Didn’t all guys like girl-on-girl? I dated one guy who was quite content to sit and watch me and Mandy as long as I sucked his cock after we were finished.

We climbed the steps to the cabin in silence. The lights were turned out, the flames from the fireplace dancing in the dark.

Jake appeared, wearing a dress shirt and tie with his jeans, two wine glasses in his hand. He chuckled softly when he saw Patrick.

I set my giant starfish in the corner while Evan and Garrett disappeared upstairs.

“What’s all this?” I asked in a shaky voice, my belly launching into a series of nervous cartwheels.

“I wanted tonight to be special.”

“What’s happening tonight?”

He set the glasses on the coffee table and reached for my hand. “That’s entirely up to you, sweetheart,” he said gently. “We can just snuggle all night if that’s what you want.”

“Is that what you want, Jake?”

“I want to do whatever makes you happy, gorgeous.” He snagged a remote from the table, soft music filling the cabin at the click of a button. “Would you like to dance?”

“Sure.”

I locked my arms around his neck, gazing up into his sexy brown eyes while we swayed to the music. He held me close, caressing my back with slow, tender brushes of his fingers.

When he lowered his lips to mine, I melted in his arms.

His kiss was unlike anything I’d experienced before. A long, sweet kiss that said we have all the time in the world. I surrendered with a soft moan, my lips falling open to welcome his tongue.

He lowered me to the makeshift bed in front of the fireplace, our mouths joining for another round of passionate kissing.

I loosened his tie and undid the buttons on his shirt while he slid mine up, tearing his mouth away just long enough to push it over my head.

He shed his shirt and tie before lowering his mouth to my neck to drop slow, lingering kisses down to my collarbone.

I shifted my hips, my thighs falling open to welcome him. He settled between my legs, his hard shaft landing right where I needed it to be.

His mouth found one of my nipples and sucked it through my bra while his hands reached underneath me to release the clasp.

He slid the straps over my arms and tossed the bra aside as he lowered his head to my chest.

He feathered light kisses over every inch of my right breast before moving to the left. My moans were getting louder, needier, as my pussy ached to be touched and filled.

But Jake was in no hurry. He seemed determined to kiss every inch of my body until I imploded, while he rubbed his cock between my legs just hard enough to keep me on the edge.

“Please, Jake,” I begged, lifting my hips as I tried to get some agitation for my throbbing clit.

“Patience, my love,” he murmured.

My long, tortured groan echoed through the cabin when he finally drew my nipple between his lips. He licked, sucked, and nibbled until I was thrashing around like a fish out of water.

I sighed with relief when he finally released my rigid peak, foolishly believing he would take his wicked tongue down south. But he merely switched to the other nipple.

“Jake!” I cried. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

He lifted his head, concern etched on his face. “Are you not enjoying it?”

“Of course, I am,” I moaned. “Too much. I need some action on my clit, so I can cum. It feels like there’s a grenade about to go off down there.”

“Have you ever had a nipple orgasm?” he asked.

“That’s not a thing,” I laughed, reaching for the python trying to burst from his pants.

He caught my wrist, placing it at my side. “It most certainly is, beautiful lady. Relax. And keep your hands at your sides for now.”

I obeyed while he lowered his head once again and blew on my breast. That was a first for me.

His breath was hot, bathing my super sensitive nipple in a warm breeze before he launched into what felt like a French kiss, lapping at it like a cat drinking milk.

~Ugh. Really? That’s the best metaphor you could come up with?~

My clit tingled, an intense wave of pleasure blanketing my body as I experienced an unfamiliar orgasmic experience.

Rather than an explosion, it was more like a gentle release. Kind of like when the tension leaves your body during a massage.

I felt like I was floating outside my body for a few seconds while I basked in the pleasurable haze.

He kissed his way down my belly, stopping to tongue my navel before he licked a path across the waistline of my shorts.

Every inch of my skin felt like it had a thousand nerve endings, all zinging at once.

He nuzzled at my pussy through my shorts before he finally pulled them down, taking my panties with them.

I was too exhausted to beg when he started kissing my feet. No man had ever done that before. It felt nice.

My clit woke from her nap when he kissed up my calf and stopped to run his tongue behind my knee. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and teased my outer lips with light strokes of his tongue.

“Fucking finally!” I cried when his tongue circled my clit.

He chuckled against my drenched pussy. “Only you would yell that in the middle of sex.”

“~Middle~ of sex? You still have your pants on.”

“I want to give you a couple more orgasms before I make love to you.”

“Are you ~trying~ to kill me?”

“No, baby. Just relax.”

Yeah.

Not happening.

After one orgasm everything was super sensitive down there. And I had a bearded man going to town on my jittery bits, threatening to send me over the edge.

And that is precisely what he did.

Two more times.

Just like he promised.

By the time I heard his belt buckle, I was delirious on orgasms. My brain had completely shut down. Left the building.

My legs were like overcooked spaghetti.

My body was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

There was a puddle of my own liquid pooling beneath me.

He lowered his body over mine, nudging my flaccid thighs apart with his knees. I was so wet he’d probably fall in.

~You really should’ve laid eyes on the weapon before you spread for the owner. There is no way that python is going to ~fall~ into anything.~

I couldn’t see Jake’s cock, but I could definitely feel it. His enormous head was nudging at my slippery entrance, trying to gain some traction.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m gonna go nice and slow.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“I know, but you’re really tight.”

“Or maybe you’re just really big,” I said, hooking my legs around his waist, causing him to sink a little further past the gate.

“Did you forget I already had a visit from the green anaconda today? And he didn’t take his time. Just rammed that thing into me with one hard thrust.”

“My cock is significantly larger than Evan’s.”

“You don’t say,” I moaned when he pushed in a little further.

“He’s seen my dick many times, but he refuses to accept the fact that mine is longer ~and~ girthier.”

“It feels really weird to be discussing another man’s dick size while his friend is in the process of impaling me with his freakishly large organ.”

“But you were okay with telling me graphic details about him fucking you,” he teased, pressing a light kiss to the tip of my nose.

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. We share women. It doesn’t bother me in the least.”

“Your group dynamic is certainly different. You guys are so open with each other. Like old married people.”

“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispered, his mouth covering mine with a deep kiss while he slid his cock in and out of my body at a relaxed pace.

I slipped into a deep state of relaxation. Sex wasn’t supposed to do that. Fucking was all about the race to the finish line. Bodies slamming together.

But the man inside me seemed content to stay there all night while he kissed me and nuzzled my breasts.

The fire crackled, the soft music drifting through the cabin while we made love.

I understood now why Evan was so upset about our quickie in the shower. He wanted this to be our first time together. The tender, meaningful joining of bodies.

Jake’s breathing changed, his kisses more forceful as his cock swelled inside me.

He reached between us, rubbing my clit just the right way while he sucked hard on my nipple, bringing on my fourth orgasm of the evening.

He came with a deep grunt, filling my pussy with the delicious warmth of his semen before he collapsed on top of me.

We lay there in silence for a few minutes, our chests heaving together, his face buried between my breasts.

I glanced up at the loft.

Were Evan and Garrett still awake?

Did they listen to us?

Or watch?

Why didn’t I find that creepy?

I should’ve been weirded out by the situation I found myself in. When I first learned about their lifestyle, I was disgusted. Then I was turned on by the idea of a foursome with older men.

After Evan fucked me in the shower, I was all keyed up for a month of hardcore banging. ~That~ was what I’d signed on for.

The sex was the juicy carrot that had enticed me to climb in the coffinmobile and drive across America.

But ~this~.

Lovemaking.

Feelings.

Emotions.

I never expected that.