To Jill's hotel in your own car
From Torg Adventure
Lynn's mother Jill takes charge of the change of venue. "Amy and Ellen, pack for an overnight. Scott, get your luggage. I'll grab the car. Everybody meet in the lobby. I can fit everyone in the Range Rover. Lynn, dear, where is Sean now?"
Her daughter is fiddling with her cell phone. "I'll find out, Mom." To the phone, she says, "Sean! I've got a surprise for you." The rest head out of the room, tasks at hand.
"Can I take my car?" you ask Jill. "I don't want it to be across town tomorrow morning, you know, if we end up going different directions."
"Sure, that makes sense," Jill says.
"Gonna come with me, sweetie?" you ask Ellen.
Ellen squeezes you. "I'm not gonna let you out of my sight. I think the party's big enough already without you tripping over any other women on the way to the hotel. Amy?"
"I wanna ask Lynn some things," Amy says. She whispers in your ear, "About your penis. Everyone but me has at least seen it."
"Um, okay," you say.
"That's a good boy, Scott," Amy says, patting your butt.
"Okay mom," Lynn says, "Sean will meet us there, I mean he's downtown already, he can just walk."
"Will he have what he needs?" Jill asks.
"It's just overnight, Mom," Lynn says. "And we might as well share a toothbrush, you know."
"All right then," Jill says. "Scott, here's the address and room number in case you get lost. But we'll plan to meet you downstairs, and you should just be able to follow us."
"Ellen has my cellphone number," Lynn says.
Down in Ellen and Amy's room, Amy grabs a duffle from under her bed, changes out some underwear and socks from the duffle into a hamper and replaces them from her dresser. In goes the 18-inch hot pink double dildo that started off this whole series of shenanigans when Amy left it under her jeans when going to the showers. Off goes Amy's ragged T-shirt and on goes a black pullover. You catch another glimpse of her braless tits as she changes. When she straightens up, you see there's a picture on the front -- a cat-eyed, snake-haired, bare-breasted Fury is riding a chariot drawn by winged penises, flogging them on with a flame-dripping nine-tailed whip.
"Seeya there!" she says. She winks an eye at you, raises her thumb and points her index finger at you and clicks her tongue. She swings up her duffle and disappears through the door, trailing her waist-length red hair like a banner. The door slams shut behind her.
Meanwhile, Ellen is picking through her things, trying to put together an ensemble for overnight.
"Say Ellen," you say. "You asked if I had a girlfriend already and I said no, but I never had a chance to ask you. You said you had your eye on Lynn's boyfriend, but are there any other guys who are special to you, or who were?"
"Well, you know I dated a little in high school," Ellen says, "Logan Bannister and I were going to try and make it work long distance, but it fell apart right away after he met some Dutch girl his first semester. Sinc then I've been too busy with college, and you know, since Widley's still practically all-girl, the few guys around get mobbed, and the good ones get snapped up. It's funny, there are a few guys with like two or three steady girlfriends at Widley, I mean for like a year or more, the same girls. I don't know if I could take sharing a guy, I mean you know like serious stuff, but maybe it's just all for fun."
"I guess," you say. "So nobody really."
"No, I mean it's not like I've been a nun, a couple of times, like some guy whose girl was out of town, or off with her girlfriend. I mean don't get me started on like triads where there's a girl with a steady girlfriend and a boyfriend, there's a lot of that here too, and it gets pretty crazy. Sometimes the girlfriend and the boyfriend are fighting over the girl and stuff."
"And Amy?" you ask.
Ellen laughs. "It's funny, you know," she says. "We're roommates and we get on great, but we really kinda go for different stuff. But if we're both, you know, getting hot in our shorts, well, you saw us. But really Amy has a steady girlfriend. But her girlfriend is a little moody and, you know, can't keep up with Amy sexually, so Amy goes prowling sometimes. She's got a reputation for stealing a guy, getting him wanting her, then dropping him. She's made some girls mad at her for that, but actually a couple of them are her good friends now, and still with the same guys. I mean it ended up being good. You never know."
"Any other girls in your life?" you ask.
"Nope, not really, I mean just fooling around at parties and stuff, nothing really," Ellen says. "Anyway, there goes, all set."
You meet Lynn, Jill, and Amy down in the lobby and arrange to follow Jill's big white Range Rover to her hotel. You make it almost all the way, but on the last block, Ellen tells you a joke, and you miss the turn into the parking lot.
By the time you correct the missed turn and pull into the hotel parking lot, the other women have already gone in. When you enter the lobby, Jill waves at you from the bar. You catch the glint of her gold bracelets from the corner of your eye and join the table. They already have drinks and are talking and laughing. Jill and Lynn have umbrella drinks, probably some sweet rum concoction. Amy has a tall glass of beer. There's a short glass with clear bubbly liquid and a wedge of lime over ice.
"Too busy smooching to follow us?" Lynn teases.
"Vodka lime for you, Ellen," Amy says. "Right?"
"Thanks Amy," she says, sliding in beside her roommate.
"Sorry Scott," Amy says. "We didn't know what to get for you."
"Oh, a beer or something," you say. "I don't want much anyway."
"Split this one with me?" she says.
"Sure," you reply.
"Ellen, could you switch with Scott?" Amy asks.
"Sure," Ellen says. You end up between them on the booth seat, facing Jill and Lynn Coffman. Sitting next to each other, you can see the similarities in the blonde mother and brunette daughter, each round-faced, soft-lipped and with lush feminine breasts and hips. They seem a little giggly, and when you hear the soft scrape of nylon on nylon, you decide they're playing footsie with each other under the table. You have to blink with amazement. You never believed you would ever see such open sexuality between a mother and daughter.
"So Scott," Jill says, looking you in the eyes. "Are you going to fuck anyone else's ass tonight, or are you satisfied with me?"
You're stunned by Jill's direct question in the hotel bar. The other women laugh, but then turn to look at your face, expecting an answer.
"Uh, I'm satisfied," you say, "but I wouldn't say no to more." Your face feels hot. It must be bright red. You hear Lynn and Amy laughing.
Some period of time passes. It must not be very long, but it feels that way.
"Hey Lynn, babe, slide over!" a male voice says. "Hi everyone, I'm Sean, I mean, you must be Scott, hi!" He extends his hand to you and shakes it firmly. Lynn's boyfriend Sean is a teddy bear of a man, with curly dark hair and a soft, short beard. His face has the same roundness as Lynn and her mother. He's not as tall as you, maybe 5'7", not much taller than Lynn herself, and his body is somewhere between solid and soft. You pull yourself back together and smile at him.
"Hi Sean, good to meet you," you say. "If Lynn didn't tell you everything, hey, we can get you caught up in Jill's room," you say.
"Thanks, man," Sean says. He turns to Jill. "Good to finally meet you, Ms. Coffman. Lynn talks about you all the time, I mean a lot anyway."
"Pleased to meet *you*, Sean dear," Jill says to her daughter's boyfriend. "Call me Jill. Lynn tells me you're good to her, very, very good." She extends her hand past Lynn and Sean takes it. You see Jill rubbing one finger up and down his palm.
Ooh, that must tickle, you think. But in a nice way.
"I mean, yeah, I try. Lynn is really great," Sean says. "I mean, the best."
"We're just having a little drink, dear, before we go to my room," Jill says. "Did you want anything?"
"No, ma'am, I mean I'm cool, I'm all good, maybe just some water or something," Sean says.
Jill signals the cocktail waitress and arranges some water for Sean.
Everyone drinks, but the conversation lags a bit. There's some nervous laughter and a few jokes from Amy and Jill, but finally everyone has had enough.
Ellen says, "Are we done?" Nods and agreeing noises answer her.
"I think I should take a leak here first," Sean says. "I mean think of the line for Jill's bathroom," he says, indicating the four women. "Scott?"
"Yeah, sure," you say. "Good idea."
You and Scott end up at adjoining urinals in the men's room next to the bar.
"Um, Scott, you're all cool with this?" Sean asks.
"Yeah, guess so," you say. "It only seems fair, and if the girls go for it."
"Yeah," Sean says. "Wow, man, dude, you hang a good one," he says, looking at your cock.
You can't resist a look at his. It looks respectable, but you can hardly tell while it's flaccid. You wonder how he can really tell with yours. "Yeah, thanks," you say.
"Lynn told me you pack a good pony," he says.
"Yeah," you say. "Did you know that Lynn and her mom...?" you ask.
"Yeah," he says. "That's way freaky, but I mean Lynn and her mom, they've been doing this a while, so I guess they've worked things out. I mean, Lynn's my girl, so it's cool," Sean says.
You nod. Thinking of Ellen, you feel the same. But you don't have Sean's assurance that Ellen's your girl. "Yeah. You ready, Sean?"
"Yeah, Scott, let's start taking care of business, man."
You and Sean go to Jill's room, figuring the women are already there. Sean knocks "shave-and-a-hair-cut" on the door.
What next?
