Vacation: All He Ever Wanted

A/N: Yes, it took a while. I had writer\'s block. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! And thanks for being patient!

Bad news? There\'s only a couple chapters left in the story. Good news? I have the next chapter written, so I\'ll be updating on schedule.

~*~ Savannah\'s POV ~*~

Cheryl had warned me that I wouldn\'t be able to put the corset on by myself; so of course I tried to prove her wrong, and failed miserably at it. If I hadn\'t started getting ready so early, we never would\'ve been there on time. For a few minutes I just stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, making faces at myself. All I had on were cream-colored panties. My hair was done up in a bun to keep it out of the way, but now the ribbon had come loose and strands were hanging down all over my neck and face.

The corset dangled from my hand, my fingers tangled up in the strings. I sighed and ran my tongue over my teeth. Okay, fine, I\'d have to give in and ask for some help with this. I fiddled with the corset for a minute, adjusted everything so my breasts were covered up. I cracked open the bathroom door and peered out into the hallway. Mike looked up at me; he\'d been leaning against the wall, reading a magazine. \"You ready?\" he asked.

Damnit, I thought, blushing. Mike looked really good in his pirate costume: tight pants, just a vest, no shirt, and a bandana I hadn\'t noticed before. His little gold earrings matched perfectly. \"No,\" I mumbled, looking down at the floor. Jason was taking a nap, after he put on his costume earlier and took his medicine he\'d been exhausted. Mike would have to help me. \"I can\'t get this damned corset laced,\" I said.

\"Let me in,\" Mike said, walking over. I squirmed a bit and turned my back to him so he could tie the strings. The door shut and I closed my eyes, now why had that been necessary? I bit on my lower lip and sighed. He was just standing there, doing nothing. We both knew I was half-naked and after what happened yesterday, my cunt was getting warm at the thought of him touching me.

\"So what\'re you supposed to be?\" he asked, finally touching my shoulders. He started separating the strings I\'d tangled in my attempt to dress myself.

I rocked back on my heels, nervous. Our relationship had taken a definite turn yesterday. \"I\'m a princess,\" I said, clearing my throat. His fingers kept brushing my back and he was letting the corset sag away from my breasts while he worked on the strings. He was doing it on purpose, I knew. He was so much taller than me that he could probably see my whole chest from his position behind me.

Mike traced his thumb along the outline my shoulder blade. \"I\'m guessing,\" he murmured in my ear, \"that Jason is your prince, then.\" He inched a little closer to me. I just nodded, my throat seemed to be closed up. \"Do you think he minded what we did yesterday?\" he asked, smelling my hair.

\"Oh yeah,\" I croaked. \"He uh… he was not happy.\"

\"Savannah…\" He paused to rub my back for a second. I bent my head, trying to shove away the feeling of warmth and dampness in my panties. I\'d had a very… intense… dream about Mike last night. \"What exactly are we now?\" he asked quietly. \"We\'re not friends, I mean, we\'re not just friends.\"

\"No,\" I said, fidgeting.

His breath was warm on my neck. He was speaking into my ear, making me shudder; leaning so close his tongue flicked my skin while he talked. \"Would you be upset if we added… more… to our friendship?\" he asked. He took a step forward so his hips were touching me. Through the Lycra of his pants I could feel his cock pushing at my leg.

I took a deep breath and tried not to imagine that cock inside of me, but it was like being told not to think of elephants: my mind was instantly filled with pictures of Mike fucking me. \"I mean… I want to be faithful to Jason… you were angry at him for trying to add benefits to our relationship…\" I reminded him. This was getting incredibly uncomfortable. Mike should\'ve been tying the laces by then, but he wasn\'t, and since he was so damned tall he could probably see that my nipples had gotten hard.

Mike absorbed what I\'d said and sighed, his hands moving to work on the bottom laces of the corset. \"I know. I don\'t quite understand it myself… but I know that yesterday felt wonderful,\" he said, appreciation thick in his voice. My face flushed and I shifted my weight a little. \"After we kissed that time… I\'ve just been looking at you differently, Savvy,\" he said. \"Haven\'t you been thinking of me a little differently?\"

Well, yeah. There was no point in denying that; I never would\'ve had sex with him yesterday if I hadn\'t started thinking of him differently. I didn\'t tell him that, but he tasted it in my silence and chuckled softly. He stopped lacing the corset about halfway up and began rubbing my shoulders. \"So would you hate me if I didn\'t just tie this thing up and walk away?\" he asked, slightly breathless. It was a state I was starting to match.

\"N-no,\" I admitted. He kissed my shoulders and I shivered. For a minute, he kept kissing my shoulders, and I inhaled sharply as his hands wandered to my chest. His fingers slid over the top of the corset, which just managed to cover up my nipples. I stood still, trembling, as Mike\'s palms cupped the exposed curves of my breasts. \"Mike,\" I whispered, my face flushing.

\"It\'s not so bad, is it?\" he asked, gently caressing the tops of my breasts. The corset was undone enough that he could reach down further, but he didn\'t, choosing to move slowly instead. He was making me feel like he existed merely to please me. It was an amazing feeling. \"Would you hate it if I moved my hands lower?\" he asked.

My face turned red as I choked out, \"No.\"

His hands immediately moved lower, and his fingers started fondling me. I bit my lip, shaking from head to toe. I could let this go on, or… I sighed. I reluctantly tore away from Mike. \"I think… that stopping this now would be for the best, Mike.\" It was, really, that Jason had just been so upset yesterday. He tried to hide it, but I could tell seeing me with Mike seriously bothered him, and I didn\'t want to subject him to that again.

After all, he was finally starting to see things my way. Why risk losing him now?

Mike waited a full minute before finally finishing up the corset. It was hard to stand still while he did it, and even harder not to move while he walked out of the bathroom, but the next thing I knew the door was shutting and Mike was gone. I put my hands over my eyes for a second and took a deep, cleansing breath. I was not going to feel bad about this.

The dress went on easily, and as soon as it was over my head I felt… elegant. Looking at myself in the mirror, I adjusted the sleeves of the dress. I smiled; the off-the-shoulder style made me seem a little older, more mature, I liked it. I smoothed out the skirt and turned around to inspect the back. My hair needed help and I had no makeup to speak of, but Cheryl promised she\'d help me with that once we met up at the party. It was almost easy to forget that people would be having sex at the masquerade.

I put the anklets and bracelets on and redid the bun my hair was in. One last check in the mirror and I was finally done, though as I walked downstairs my stomach was fluttering. I\'d glimpsed Jason after he\'d put his costume on, before he\'d laid down for his nap, and, well… seeing him like that had made me a little bit anxious. What in the world was he going to think of my outfit?

\"Hey, you awake?\" I teased, going into the living room. Jason lifted his head off the couch and blinked at me. I nervously sat down on the arm of the couch, put my hands in my lap, and waited for him to pass judgment.

For a minute, he just looked me up and down. Then he sat up all the way and looked at me some more. I shyly met his eyes and blushed, I knew the look he was giving me, and it made my heart pound. He moved across the couch to be next to me, cupped my face in his hands, and inspected my features for a moment. Smiling, he reached behind my head and undid my bun, letting my hair fall to my shoulders.

\"It looks better down, Carmen,\" he said, standing up.

\"Carmen?\" Mike asked, frowning. He\'d just stepped into the room.

Jason winked at me and rubbed my thigh as passed by. \"Let\'s go,\" he said, deliberately knocking his shoulder against Mike\'s in the doorway. \"I\'m ready for a drink.\"

There were only a couple of other cars in the driveway when we arrived at the Haisleys\'. I was in the backseat, shivering. Mike maneuvered the car behind a compact and we all trudged through the snow to the front door. Jason put his arm around me while we waited for the doorbell to be answered, and I looked up at him, smiling. He blushed slightly and looked up at the door.

Yes! I cheered, snuggling close to him. He was starting to admit to himself that he cared about me, I could just tell, he was making it so obvious! This was going to be great. He\'d promised that I could just hide in the kitchen, fixing snacks and drinks, and that he\'d mingle for a while and then come and hang out with me.

Jack opened the door and grinned lasciviously at me. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from giggling, although Mike didn\'t bother with that and just laughed in Jack\'s face. The male half of the Haisley couple was decked out in a blonde wig, which he\'d pulled up into perky pigtails. He had on a blue-and-white cheerleaders\' uniform that stopped above the knee and had a low-cut neck, and he\'d gone as far as stuffing the front of the uniform to make some pretty realistic breasts. He even had on lipstick and eye shadow and nail polish.

\"I should\'ve expected this,\" Jason said, putting his arm around my waist so Jack couldn\'t hug me. The red-head managed to land a peck on my cheek despite Jason\'s defenses, though. \"You going to let us in?\" Jason asked, glaring. I could feel him shivering through his coat.

Jack stepped aside and we huddled in the front hallway while he re-locked the door. There were only a few people milling around in the living room, and I guessed that they came together, because they were all dressed like characters from Star Wars. I wondered if Cheryl had arrived yet.

\"You\'re pretty convincing,\" I told Jack, and he smirked and walked over to me. \"Although you still walk like a guy!\"

\"I\'ve got a woman\'s thong on!\" he said, waving his hand dramatically. The mental image made me start laughing all over again, and he made a face at me. \"This isn\'t easy to walk in,\" he said seriously, adjusting… his… stuff. \"But all my boxers were longer than this skirt.\" He sighed and changed the subject. \"I hear you\'re helping us in the kitchen.\"

I glanced at Jason and raised an eyebrow. How did the Haisleys already know that? Jason just shrugged and didn\'t quite meet my eyes. He must\'ve called ahead. \"Yeah,\" I said, following Jack to the kitchen. \"Are we cooking?\"

Jack walked over to the freezer and looked me up and down, his eyes lingering in some places longer than others. I crossed my arms and he got the point, looking back up to my face. His green eyes sparkled dangerously, but I promised myself I wasn\'t going to do anything with him. The last time I\'d been drunk, and now I regretted giving into his advances and drinking in the first place. I wasn\'t going to make those mistakes again. No more alcohol for me.

His next question threw me a little off-guard. \"You don\'t happen to carve ice, do you?\"

\"Um…no…\"

\"Damn,\" he muttered, putting his hands on his hips. He looked funny, just because he didn\'t seem -- physically -- like the type to cross-dress. Somehow he didn\'t make the transition from male to female very well; anyone on the street would be able to tell he was definitely a Jack, not a Jill. \"Okay, then, just help me crush this,\" he said, sighing.

He opened up the freezer and pulled a big block of ice out. It was large enough that he had a little difficulty getting it over to the table, but he managed. There were several punch bowls out, and a hammer. I hesitated before picking up the hammer, but Jack assured me I\'d be fine and went to mingle.

I sighed and made a face at the hammer. Well, I\'d asked to hide in the kitchen, and I couldn\'t be choosy about the tasks I got assigned. I started beating at the corners of the ice block, brushing the broken shards into one of the punch bowls. Both of my escorts were mingling, too. Jason had been called over by some girl in a cat outfit, and Mike had met up with a fellow pirate. It\'d be a while before anyone came into the kitchen to keep me company.

Which was fine, I guessed. I\'d asked to be alone anyway. Well, not alone, exactly, I\'d wanted to be with Jason, but it wasn\'t fair to keep him in the kitchen the entire time. Just, you know, most of it.

The second punchbowl was pushed up against the slowly melting ice block when a new arrival nearly gave me a panic attack. For sure, I gripped the hammer hard, and I wasn\'t thinking about crushing ice, if you catch my drift. Yet somehow Richard didn\'t notice, or chose not to notice, the glint in my eyes. He strolled across the kitchen over to the counter where I was standing, a smirk on his pug-like face.

\"Hello, Savannah,\" he said politely. Light glinted off his shiny bald head, brightly enough that I thought he might\'ve oiled it before coming over here. He was dressed as a Roman gladiator, in all leather. His skirt was basically a belt with knee-length straps of leather circling it, and each strap had several metal studs attached to it. He had a sword sheathed at his side, a leather vest, leather sandals, and leather wrist-cuffs with metal studs that matched the skirt.

People were in the next room, and I had a hammer, I assured myself he wouldn\'t dare try anything. I turned my attention back to the ice block and started working again. \"Hello, Mr. Abernathy,\" I said crisply, my voice cold. He circled the counter and stood next to me. My face burned as he leaned up against the counter and stayed silent. I could feel him staring at me, inspecting my curves beneath the semi-sheer gold dress, and I made real sure he saw the hammer clenched in my fist. He wasn\'t going to get his hands on me again.

When I\'d told Jason I trusted him, I\'d thought only Jack was in the room. What I\'d done with Jack had felt good, I hadn\'t quite remembered that I\'d been drunk at the time, and Jason seemed to want it, so I didn\'t protest. Richard turned out to be in the room, of course, and I\'d been too shocked by the addition of an unknown third party that I just froze up and couldn\'t protest. Not again. He touched me again, I went for his balls with the hammer.

I glanced at him and saw he was openly ogling my breasts. I looked down and realized he wasn\'t wearing leather underwear to match his costume. In fact, he wasn\'t wearing any underwear. Blushing, I swallowed hard and started to pour punch into the two ice-filled bowls to distract myself. During that moment I had to put the hammer down.

And during that moment Richard decided he had to get a piece of me. All of a sudden he was pushing up against my back, pressing my stomach into the counter. His hands reached around to grope my breasts. I froze up, startled, and couldn\'t move as his mouth started nibbling at my neck. I kept thinking \'Scream, damnit!\' but I couldn\'t get any noise out of my throat.

\"Are you having fun, Savannah?\" he asked, breathing hard. He started to grind his pelvis into me, and apparently it was taking a lot out of him. \"I\'ve been looking forward to this party ever since I heard you were coming.\"

Stop it, stop it, I begged mentally, finally prying my hands off the pitcher of punch. \"I\'m sup-supposed to be fixing these drinks,\" I told him, squirming in his grip. The movement only made him more excited. \"Please stop it,\" I said, trying to push his hands off my breasts. The corset kept me from feeling his hands, but his skirt, on the other hand… The leather straps slid aside for his cock, growing hard against my legs.

\"This is a party, Savannah,\" Richard insisted. He tried to turn me around and I panicked and grabbed onto the edge of the kitchen counter, gripping it as hard as I could. \"We\'re supposed to be having…\" he grunted with the effort of trying to spin me, \"fun!\"

\"I don\'t want to have this kind of fun,\" I stuttered. I looked up at the entrance to the kitchen and saw Mrs. Haisley passing by. \"Mrs. Haisley!\" I called, finally managing to work one of Richard\'s hands off my chest. She turned and fire immediately flashed into her eyes -- it was a little disconcerting, she had in black contacts to go with her vampire\'s outfit. Scowling, she stepped into the kitchen, and Richard immediately let go of me.

\"Mr. Abernathy,\" Mrs. Haisley said, crossing her arms over her ample chest (half of which was left exposed by the deep-cut, slinky black dress she had on). \"I didn\'t realize you were on the guest list for today\'s get-together.\"

Richard swallowed hard and walked around the counter. I glanced down and put my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. With Mrs. Haisley\'s glare on him, Richard had gone quite soft. \"Jack invited me,\" he said.

Mrs. Haisley raised her eyebrows. She\'d painted her lips bright red and outlined them in black, and when she opened her mouth to talk I saw she was wearing fake fangs. \"Oh he did, did he?\" she asked, sighing. She waved her hand (with long, black acrylic nails) towards the living room. \"Get out, Mr. Abernathy. She said No, or don\'t you understand what that means?\"

Wetting his lips, Richard waddled out of the room, flinching when Mrs. Haisley put her hand on his shoulder. \"If I catch you near her again, I will not hesitate to call the police and tell them about your little fling with the fifteen-year-old from the gas station. You have heard of statutory rape, haven\'t you?\"

He glowered and quietly left the room.

\"Thank you,\" I said to Mrs. Haisley, exhaling. The ice block had managed to melt quite a bit during that time, and seeing all the water on the counter made me yip. I grabbed some paper towels and quickly started to mop the mess up, face pink. \"He\'s a bit of a jerk, isn\'t he?\" I asked, seeing Mrs. Haisley was still in the kitchen.

\"Jerk isn\'t the word I would use,\" Mrs. Haisley said, sighing. She put her hands on her hips. She looked like an overweight Elvira, but with cooler hair. Her dark red hair, cut in a chin-length bob, went well with the outfit. \"I thought he wouldn\'t come back after what I did to him last time,\" she muttered, mostly to herself. I wondered just what she\'d done. Obviously, Richard\'s libido was stronger than whatever it\'d been.

\"It\'s okay… I mean… he\'s gone now,\" I said, smiling weakly. As long as he didn\'t try anything else, I\'d be fine. My panic had subsided, and I picked the hammer back up and started working on the ice again. I\'d been too startled by his sudden advance to try and attack him with the little instrument.

Mrs. Haisley picked up one of the punch bowls and shook her head. \"No, Savannah, it\'s not okay. You can\'t let men walk all over you like that, or you\'re going to get hurt,\" she warned me.

I couldn\'t think of anything to say to that, and she sighed and left me to finish filling the punch bowls. Jack came back occasionally to pick them up and put them on tables throughout the house. I had just finished with the last one when Cheryl finally arrived. There were about fifteen people in the living room now, and I could hear laughing and chatting, so I guessed none of the heavy stuff had started yet.

Cheryl was even taller than usual in white high heels. Her snow white dress only covered one shoulder, and was skintight all the way down to the skirt, which flared out from her thighs and didn\'t even reach her knees. On her back were white wings, which flapped slightly as she walked over to me, adjusting the gold-sprayed halo of ivy around her head. \"Hey, Anna,\" she said.

\"It\'s Savannah,\" I murmured, my mouth twitching. She shrugged and the motion made her breasts bob up and down. It was impossible not to look at her chest: the dress hid none of her curves, and her breasts strained against the material as if they wanted to break free entirely. She saw me looking and smiled, making me blush.

She glided around the counter and stood next to me, feeling comfortable enough to put her hand on my back. \"That looks really good on you,\" she said, licking her lips. She idly touched her long hair. \"The thing about these types of parties,\" she confided, \"is that the better you look, the more people want to tear your clothes off.\" She pointedly straightened out her skirt and pulled on the hem, making her breasts bounce.

She put her little white purse on the counter and took out some gold makeup. Patting the countertop, she said, \"Hop up here,\" and watched my chest as I struggled to climb onto the high counter. She told me to close my eyes and I reluctantly obeyed, trying not to flinch as she spread gold shadow on my eyes. Glitter went onto my cheeks, and she chuckled softly. \"Your hair needs some brushing,\" she observed, raking her long white-painted nails through the thick strands. A soft, wet brush touched my lips, making me jump. \"Clear lip gloss,\" Cheryl explained, \"with gold glitter.\" She held my chin in her hand for a moment before murmuring, \"We should make sure this doesn\'t smear.\"

I barely had time to open my eyes before she pressed her mouth to mine. For a second I panicked, and she took advantage of that to slide her hands into my hair and pull my head closer to hers. The kiss was gentle, not very spectacular in itself, but her breasts rubbing against mine made my cunt fire up. I crossed my legs and squirmed uncomfortably, shyly kissing back even though I wasn\'t sure if I should.

As soon as she was sure I wouldn\'t run, Cheryl started caressing my back. I was fighting the urge to fidget, but the heat between my legs made that difficult. Her tongue probed at my lips and I almost gave in, and probably would\'ve, if someone behind us hadn\'t whistled lewdly.

~*~ Jason\'s POV ~*~

Savannah jerked back from Cheryl and whipped around, startled. I let my mouth curl into a smile and winked at her, making her gold-glittered face blush. God, she was cute, especially with Cheryl\'s arms wrapped around her. I put my martini down on the counter and walked around the corner, Savannah\'s eyes following my every step.

Standing next to Cheryl, I could see the girls\' breasts touching, and the sight made my mouth water. Savvy\'s eyes were downcast and when I reached up to touch her cheek, I knew from the heat under her skin that she felt guilty about getting caught. Truthfully, she shouldn\'t have been guilty. Normally I would jump at the chance to watch Savannah and Cheryl make out with each other. But as I stroked her bare shoulder, I felt a little flame of anger building up. I didn\'t feel like examining that, but the thought leaked through: You don\'t want to see her with anyone, not even Cheryl, because you want her as your girlfriend, and no one else\'s.

Cheryl let go of Savvy and latched onto me. Her hands ran over my shirt while I cupped her ass in my hand. The dress she was wearing didn\'t do much to cover her, something I was glad for as she pressed herself up against my side and started kissing my neck. It felt good to touch her again, after all the time we\'d spent apart.

But it didn\'t feel nearly as good as Savvy leaning down and kissing me. How cute, I thought, stroking her hair with my free hand. She\'s jealous. I parted my lips for her tongue and let her explore my mouth without any resistance. I didn\'t really have the brainpower to dominate her just then, anyway.

Cheryl had slid her hand down the front of my pants -- the advantage of not having a zipper -- and was massaging my cock through my underwear while her mouth sucked hungrily at my neck. I\'d have a red welt there in the morning, but it felt good. There was also the fact that she\'d always been very good at hand jobs, and she was using all her skill on me. Add in Savvy\'s hands in my hair and her tongue down my throat, well, I was enjoying myself to say the least.

I broke away from Savvy so I could get some air. She glared at Cheryl, who had taken her hands out of my pants and was getting a good feel of my ass, which she\'d always appreciated. I stroked the side of Savvy\'s face and she met my gaze, her dark eyes simmering. I let go of Cheryl and stepped in front of Savannah. Cherry, naturally, stepped behind me and kept rubbing my ass.

Savvy\'s face cupped in my hands, I pulled her head so my mouth was next to her ear. \"Savannah, tell me, would Lord Ralston allow Carmen to play around with other people, without his permission?\" I asked. I couldn\'t deny any longer that I just didn\'t want to see her kissing anyone else, not unless I said she could. That was what I\'d wanted in the beginning, and that was what I still wanted now.

She hesitated before answering. \"No, never,\" she admitted, the anger going out of her eyes. \"He\'d get furious.\"

That made me smile. \"Then I suggest,\" I murmured, licking the rim of her ear, \"that you keep your hands to yourself tonight. Do you understand?\"

\"Yes,\" she said, gulping.

\"Good,\" I murmured.

I wished I had a copy of that book to read. It would make this role-play so much easier and so much more fun. When we got back to the school, I\'d have to wheedle Savvy into letting me borrow it. I shut my eyes and shook myself a little. When we got back to school, I had to break it off with Savvy, before… before something bad happened to me. Before Savvy met someone who could love her back, and I lost her forever, and got my heart broken.

Kissing Savannah was bittersweet. This would be one of our last nights together. Well, damn. I was going to make it good. \"Savvy, lean back,\" I said, pushing her shoulders gently. She hesitantly laid down on her back. I glanced up at the doorway to the kitchen. Mike was standing in it, his back to us, and I smirked. He would keep people from watching us, which I knew Savvy would grateful for.

I lifted the front of Savannah\'s skirt over her hips and pulled her panties down a little, exposing her warm pussy. Cheryl moved out of the way as I leaned down and started licking Savvy\'s slit. The brunette gripped the edge of the counter and inhaled sharply at the feel of my tongue.

Cheryl kneeled in front of my legs and pulled my pants down to expose my cock. Her lips locked around the tip, just as mine started sucking on Savvy\'s swollen clit. I savored Savannah\'s warmth and flavor, determined to make her cum more than once during this. Cheryl licked the top of my shaft while her fingers stroked the bottom, sending soft waves of pleasure over me. It had been a long time since I\'d been together with two women I liked so much.

The inside of Cheryl\'s mouth was just as wet as Savannah\'s pussy. Cherry cradled my balls in her hand while she sucked on my cock, her tongue sliding over the shaft. I pulled Savvy\'s pussy lips apart and pushed my tongue into her; she whimpered softly and bit down on her thumb. God, she was adorable.

I rolled my fingertip over Savvy\'s clit, a little surprised when she came. Cheryl must\'ve really worked her up before I came in, or she was enjoying the fantasy more than I\'d realized. She smelled amazing. Savannah reached down and stroked my hair, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. I swirled my tongue around inside her, pushing at her slick walls with the tip. Cheryl kissed my shaft, making it feel like she was massaging my cock with her lips.

I kissed Savvy\'s clit again and pushed three of my fingers into her, letting her get used to it for a second before I started pumping my fingers in and out. She was breathing hard; her breasts looked like they were nearly bursting out of her dress. Mike was looking over his shoulder at us, his eyes aimed at Savvy\'s chest. I would\'ve gotten angry about that if I\'d had time.

Just then, Cheryl pushed my cock aside and started sucking on my balls. The feel of her tongue back there, and her fingers moving up and down my cock, was just too much. I pushed my face into Savvy\'s cunt while Cheryl aimed the tip of my cock at her lips. A couple seconds later I twitched.

Cheryl drank my cum up, making soft pleasured noises as she did. Savannah slowly sat up, her face red, her expression slightly dazed. I rested my elbows on her knees while Cheryl kept sucking at me, drinking me dry. I smiled at Savannah and ran my tongue over my lips. \"Did you enjoy yourself?\" I asked, winking at her.

She nodded and kissed my cheek. Cheryl moved and let me pull up my pants, and Savannah hopped down from the counter. Cheryl caressed my back, but I ignored her. I pulled Savannah against my chest and nuzzled the top of her head. \"Come on,\" I said softly. \"Let\'s mingle for a while.\"

~a little later~

Savannah put her glass down on the corner of a table and nervously wrung her hand together. She\'d been looking anxious ever since we left the kitchen; it was her first orgy, after all. She was standing huddled by the coffee table in the center of the room, staring at her feet. Behind the couch, on the floor, a nun and a construction worker were having sex, but she couldn\'t see that. Probably for the best, I thought with a little sigh.

\"Hey, sweetheart,\" I murmured in her ear. She jumped a little and I slid my arm around her waist to comfort her. She was so damned cute when she was nervous! I kissed her cheek and smiled at her. She turned around and put her arms around my neck, visibly relieved that I\'d come back over. \"You doing okay?\" I asked.

She snuggled up against me and gave me a look that made my knees go weak. \"My mother warned me about these kinds of parties,\" she said, hugging me tight.

I chuckled. \"I won\'t let you get hurt,\" I promised, caressing her back.

\"I know…\" she said, shaking her head. \"I just… everyone here acts like they\'re on Viagra or something…\" she mumbled, closing her eyes. They opened up again a second later and her fingers dug into my shoulders so hard it hurt. \"Something just touched me…\" she whispered, her face quickly turning red.

I looked over her shoulder and immediately scowled. Rich Abernathy was standing there, his hand hovering by her ass, a gross grin on his face. I pulled Savvy around behind me and crossed my arms over my chest. I didn\'t care if he was Jack\'s friend or not; he wasn\'t going to get his dirty fingers on my girl again. \"There are other women here, Rich,\" I said thickly, resisting the urge to punch him. His stupid gladiator skirt showed more than I wanted to see.

A \'guy-to-guy\' look passed over his face, and he ran his tongue over his fat lips. \"None as young as yours, though,\" he said, craning his neck to see over my shoulder. Savvy pressed up against me and buried her face in my jacket, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. \"She\'s practically jailbait,\" Rich said, his brown eyes flashing.

\"She is jailbait as far as you\'re concerned,\" I hissed, glaring at him. I was taller than him and he may have been older than me but if it came down to it I could take him in a fight. \"If you touch her again, I\'m not going to run to Mrs. Haisley. I\'m going to come after you myself,\" I growled. I didn\'t care if Mrs. H punished me for fighting, I would beat Rich to a pulp if I caught him near Savvy again.

He stood in front of me for a second, fists clenched at his sides. After a minute, though, he huffed and stomped off.

I grinned and turned around. I felt so empowered that I just swept Savvy off her feet. She giggled, put her arms around me, and kissed my cheek, making me shiver. \"My hero,\" she said, smiling at me.

Several people had turned to look at us. Most of their eyes were on key parts of Savvy, and I smirked as I carried her off down the hallway. She was mine, and no matter how much anyone else wanted to touch her, they couldn\'t. I couldn\'t stop smiling. When I met Savvy\'s eyes she shivered. Mmm, this was going to be good. I was really going to make her mine this time.

Halfway down the hall I just couldn\'t take it anymore. I reached under her skirt and quickly pulled off her panties, carelessly tossing them to the floor, not caring that a cop and a genie were watching us from the pool room at the other end of the hallway. I slammed Savvy up against a wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her dress fell down to her hips -- God, she looked good in that dress. Either she didn\'t see the voyeurs or didn\'t care. It didn\'t matter; all I wanted was to be inside her.

And as soon as I managed to free myself from my pants, I got my wish.

Savvy\'s eyes shut and she moaned softly. I admit I shoved into her without prelude; but in my defense her pussy was already warm and wet and ready for me. I let her get used to me for a second, shuddering at the feel of her dripping on me. \"Carmen?\" I murmured in her ear, winking at the cop watching us intently.

She blushed. \"Y-yes, Lord Ralston?\" she stuttered.

Good girl, I thought idly, smiling. \"Does this feel good?\" I asked her, moving closer. Her jaw slackened a little and she stiffened up for a second. I kissed her, gently. \"Tell me the truth. It may sting a bit, but it feels good, doesn\'t it?\"


\"Y-yes,\" she said, eyes half-shut.

I chuckled, the possessiveness growing. She was so adorable. And she was mine, at least for the next few days. God, she was so tight. I eased out of her slightly, grinned, and pushed back up again. Sex standing up was always a fun endeavor, and Savannah seemed to be enjoying it immensely. She kept whimpering softly and gasping as I pumped in and out of her. She whispered, \"Oh, God,\" at one point, and I took it as a compliment.

The cop and the genie moved down the hall to see us better. Another cop had joined them; and the three men were all looking at me jealously. I took that as a compliment for Savannah.

\"Mmm,\" I murmured in her ear, knowing this would get to her. \"You are perhaps the finest woman I\'ve ever been with, my dear,\" I said coolly. Again, this would\'ve been better if I\'d read the Princess Carmen book, but from the expression on Savannah\'s face I figured I was doing alright. I stroked the valley between her breasts. \"Such a lady deserves special treatment,\" I added, running my fingertip around the circle of her breast, not touching the quivering flesh. She was dying for me to touch her there, it was obvious. \"What would you like, little princess?\"

\"I just…\" She stopped to pant; I\'d kept sliding in and out of her the whole time and her breath wasn\'t exactly even. \"I just want… to be… yours…\" she whispered, timidly meeting my eyes.

I raised my eyebrows at her and pushed in especially deep, making her gasp again. \"Oh…\" she said, her grip on me dissolving. Her arms fell to her sides and she shuddered as I started fondling her breasts with one hand; the other held her in place at my hips. \"Oh,\" she whispered again.

I kissed her, gently moving my tongue against hers. Her hands tentatively moved to my hair, and she touched the back of my neck, which I liked more than she knew. How she didn\'t like it when I touched her neck, I didn\'t know.

She wanted to be mine? I put my mouth next to her ear and sucked on her earlobe for a second. \"What makes you think,\" I asked quietly, \"that you aren\'t mine?\" Her eyes got big and she grunted as I roughly shoved myself into her and started moving my hips up and down. Her legs tightened around my waist, and it didn\'t seem possible but her breath got faster. I put one of my hands over her chest and locked eyes with her; her heart slammed against her chest so hard it felt like it was touching my fingers.

\"Savannah…\" I said, slipping out of the role-play for a second. I hesitated, not sure how I wanted to phrase this, shocked that I was even saying it at all. My mouth formed the words before my brain had a chance to approve them. \"You belong to me, sweetheart,\" I said, punctuating the statement with a hard thrust. My mouth was dry, my heart was racing, and I hated that three voyeurs were overhearing us but I kept on talking anyway. \"Do you honestly think that sex with anyone else means something to me? You\'re the only one who matters, Savvy.\"

She would\'ve said something about that if I hadn\'t rammed my tongue down her throat just then. It was the only way I could keep from slapping myself. In only six words, \'You\'re the only one who matters,\' I had managed to emasculate myself. During sex. Sex standing up, at an orgy, in full costume.

I still might\'ve slapped myself if Savvy hadn\'t done this little thing with her tongue that made me tense up all over, shudder violently, and lean into her as I came. We stood still for a minute; Savvy\'s face turned bright red as the two cops and the genie applauded and whistled. One glare from me, though, and they shut up and walked off.

Sighing softly, I started to pull out of Savannah, but in the process brushed her clit. Her pussy clamped down on me and held me in place for a few glorious seconds, and afterwards her legs gave out and fell from my waist. I took a few deep breaths before stepping back. She trembled while I slid her panties up her legs and adjusted them properly; God, she had a nice ass. For a minute I just held her like that, but eventually I had to pull my hands away. I smoothed out her skirt and glanced up at her eyes.

\"Let\'s go get something to drink,\" I purred.

I wouldn\'t have suggested that if I knew what it would lead to.

A/N: See you before Halloween! Ahhh, wait, Halloween is in 11 days and I\'ve done nothing to prepare! Damn it!