Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2000 15:53:21 -0700 From: J. Ocean Subject: 17th summer 13 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 13 It was quiet in the room now. Athena was ignoring me as she toyed with the control panel in her lap, and I was trying to avoid staring at her. It was hard, because she had curves that made we want to get down on my knees and beg to touch her, kiss her big toe, anything. The tight shorts she had on weren't helping matters; I wanted desperately to run my tongue along her hipbones, but I tried to think of something else. I picked up a copy of the Chimera catalog that was sitting nearby and turned to a random page -- there was Athena in an expensive two-piece leather outfit. She was standing at a bedside, pink rose in one hand and riding crop in the other; Kira lay sprawled on the bed, looking up at her admiringly. Something about the look in Kira's eyes -- like a virgin on her wedding night eager to be plucked -- got me right down in my loins. I quickly closed the catalog, poured myself a glass of champagne, and started drinking it. I polished it off pretty quickly and poured another, and that was where things started to go sideways. I hadn't put anything in my stomach for several hours and the champagne went right to my head. Suddenly there was music, loud and funky, heavy on the bass. The main lights in the room went down and some spotlights in the corners came to life. A figure appeared at the edge of the stage, then came closer. It was Julia, dressed in a sheer black negligee that was even sheerer in strategic locations. She walked to the front of the stage and pirouetted, her brown mane bouncing and her breasts bobbing gently as she moved. Thinking of the advances I had spurned, I poured myself more champagne. A husky voice boomed out over the music. I looked over at Athena, who had picked up a microphone and was describing Julia's outfit, giving its designer and pedigree. Julia left the stage and India appeared, wearing two horizontal strips of silvery material across her nipples and pelvis. I couldn't see too many people getting away with that outfit, but on her cocoa skin and slim build it was phenomenal. I refilled my glass again. I was drunk now, and wet between the legs, and feeling my resolve weaken by the minute. This was just too much, it was torture, but I was totally riveted. Kira was next, in a breathtaking pink bra-panty-and-garter set. It emphasized the innocent aspect of her blond good looks and made me want to take her away somewhere and spend a week ravishing her. As Kira left the stage a strobe light started flashing, and from that point on everything was a blur. The girls kept reappearing in new outfits, in pairs or all together, as Athena narrated the proceedings. Then things started getting more suggestive. Julia and Kira walked out together and embraced tightly, their hands moving down to squeeze each other's ass. As Julia turned to walk away, Kira, giggling, pulled Julia's panties down around her knees and gave her a playful slap on the rear. Julia left and out came India, who walked up behind Kira and cupped her breasts from behind, then ran her fingertips across Kira's nipples, which were already quite visible through the lacy red number she had on. Kira chased India and tackled her, causing her tits to flop out of her rather tenuously arranged bra. Then Athena, in addition to giving details on the outfits, started giving instructions over the microphone. She told India to hold Kira's hands behind her back while Julia tickled her. She told Julia to kiss India's belly button, and Julia dropped to her knees to oblige. All this frolicking between the scantily-clad models was, as you might imagine, causing me to soak my panties and down champagne with increasing speed. Finally, Athena had Kira and India sit on the stage and Julia pose sprawled across their laps. India pulled Julia's bra up over her head, and Kira her panties down around her ankles, as the lights began to fade. The three dissolved into a mass of writhing flesh as the room went dark. Then the room was bright again, causing me to involuntarily clench my eyes against the light. When I opened them again, the stage was bare and Athena was gone. I was alone and my head was swimming from all the champagne. Had I really seen what I thought I'd just seen? It seemed to stretch credibility. The clipboard with the scoresheet on it sat on the table to my right, untouched -- I'd forgotten all about it. Then, from the doorway to my right, appeared Julia -- lovely Julia. Her hair was tousled and she had put on a black silk robe with a green-and-yellow dragon design. "Hi, Morgan," she said, her eyes sweetly downcast. "Why don't you come downstairs for some lunch?" I said OK and followed her back through the big double doors, back down the spiral staircase. I was so drunk it was all I could do to keep from falling over. Julia didn't make a pass at me this time, though I was hoping she would. I was ready now -- more than ready; my thighs were sticky with my readiness. Julia led me back through the dining room into the kitchen, where she gestured for me to be seated at the table. She poured me a tall glass of water and went to the stove, where she began heating some kind of soup in a pan. As I drank the delicious water, my eyes began to come back into focus, and they homed in instantly on Julia's ass. It was shifting from side to side, brushing up against the fabric of the robe as she worked at the stove. My resistance broken, overcome with desire, I stood and walked up behind her.