Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2000 15:53:21 -0700
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
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.