Seducing the Neighbor Ch. 09

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The next day found me at the bus stop, a little before 6:00am. I was waiting there for the long-distance coach that would be taking us to the resort on this fine Saturday morning and remembering the crazy events of the night before. Presently, without fanfare, Daniel walked up with a backpack on his back.

“Hey, Cathy,” he began.

I smiled at his handsome face as he drew near. I flung my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, full of the joys of spring.

Surprised, he looked at me. “What was that for?”

“Ha! I’m just in a good mood,” I replied. “Ready for this vacation!”

He looked me over. “Wow, yeah, you look like you’re in a vacation mood, all right,” he smirked. “Anyway, I’ve never been on this kind of trip before.”

“Really?” I asked. “You’ve never been to a resort?”

“No — especially not four-star. I’m a backpacker — I usually rough it.”

“So I see,” I said, glancing at the backpack. “Watcha got in there?”

“Just some stuff.”

“Stuff! I hope you’ve got a nice set of clothes for the evening for both nights. It’s gonna be a little formal.”

“Sure. I just grabbed some suits from work — I figured they would be enough.”

“Oh, that’s day-wear,” I remarked. “Don’t you have any evening stuff, like a tux or something?”

His grin faded. “Er, no. Should I?”

“Hmm, well, that would be better. Let’s check out what you’ve got when we get there.”

“Bummer, is it gonna be a major deal? I’ve never worn a tux before. They’re expensive things — I don’t have the money -“

“Oh, don’t worry,” I interrupted. “It’s not gonna be super-formal. As long as it’s ‘smart’, not ‘smart casual’.”

“Oh, OK,” he said.

Hmm, I thought. He’s still super-young, too. I thought about his body. Still, there are upsides to that. Yeah, definitely.

We continued making conversation for a few more minutes. Then this huge coach rolled up, we grabbed our things and got on. Instantly, as soon as we boarded, some very familiar voices yelled out.

“Woo-hoo, Cathy! Over here!” shouted Krystal.

“Yeah, come and sit with us!” cried Bonnie.

“OK!” I shouted back. I showed my ticket to the tour guide, then walked along the aisle to where the three models were sitting. Daniel showed his ticket behind me, and followed behind.

“Well, hello,” said Amelia, flashing a look and a smile at Daniel. “Is this Daniel?”

“Hi,” said the stud.

“Yes, ladies,” I said. “I would like to introduce Daniel Colston, my next-door neighbor, who’s been helping me out with my workouts this past week.”

The three ladies were most appreciative. They were sitting in a row of three seats, so Daniel and I grabbed two of the seats on the other side of the aisle parallel to them. After bustling around for a few minutes tossing our baggage in the lockers or under our seats (honestly, these buses are getting more and more like planes all the time), we sat down and got comfortable.

The bus was already moving and we were on our way. We got chatting and, after preliminaries, Daniel turned out to be quite the hit with the three models. Krystal was outrageously flirtatious, while Amelia occasionally winked and flashed smiles, while Bonnie made sassy, funny remarks.

I knew her well enough to realize that she was attracted to Daniel. In fact, they all were, and so was I, so by the time a couple of hours had gone by, relations were well-established between the five of us, to say the least.

The tour guide gave out snack breakfasts and there were refreshments along the way. After initially bonus veren siteler stopping several times more to pick up more guests, the driver finally moved out onto the broad highway and we made good progress. Looking around, I saw the bus filled with modelesque women, fashion industry types with cool, hip clothes, oodles of Ray-Bans and Calvin Klein sunglasses and other trendy clothes.

There was a lively atmosphere and everyone was talking excitedly. We must have looked a sight to passersby in the street, yet busing around to photo shoots was standard-issue in the industry for models, so none of us batted an eyelid. At around 10:00am, the tour guide tried to start up some onboard games like Bingo, Pass the Parcel and Simon Says.

There was a collective “WHAAAAAT?” from everyone and he quickly found out that we were way too cool for that. Ha! I decided I was gonna rib Jo Anson about that as soon as we arrived. Did the guide think we were a bunch of kids or something? Then again, he must have thought we were boring because practically the whole bus fell asleep soon after, most of us having got up so early to catch the bus.

We were still sleeping when the bus pulled into a rest stop for lunch. Three other buses for the same trip were already there. Everyone got off to stretch their legs. Over lunch, I bumped into Jo Anson, who was weaving her way through the dining tables.

“JO!” I shouted, waving to attract her attention. She looked to see who was calling, saw me and came over. We embraced, excited to see each other again. “Jo, how are things?”

“Great — what about you? Everything OK so far?”

“Er, yeah,” I said. “Hey, how long is this trip? What time do we arrive?”

“Around 7:00pm, if the driver keeps up this fast speed — traffic’s good today.”

“Wow, really? That’s long.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, but we couldn’t afford to fly everyone down — we’re not that big a company and figured this would be cheaper, so we could splash out more on the resort.”

“Yeah, OK, no probs, but, hey — our tour guide wanted us to play Bingo and Simon Says on the bus!”

“WHAT! Really? You’re kidding!”

“He did!”

“No way!”

“Where did you get these guys? Do they usually do kids’ tours or what?”

“Huh, I don’t know!” She looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry!”

I put a hand on her shoulder. “No sweat. It was kinda funny, watching all these fashion dudes trying their best to look at something out the window, haha!”

“Right, well, I’ll tell the General Manager on Monday. Any other issues?”

“No, that’s all. We’re good.”

“Great. I hope you enjoy the weekend.”

“Thanks!” I went back to the table.

“Who was that?” asked Daniel.

“That was Jo Anson,” I replied, sitting back down.

“Yeah, she gives us a lot of work,” explained Krystal.

“Wow.”

Bonnie agreed. “We’ve done lots of photo shoots with them.”

“I see.”

“They’re really friendly and they’ve been clients of Cathy’s for a long time,” said Amelia.

“Right.” Daniel looked at me briefly. “Well, I’m just off to use the restroom. I’ll see you ladies shortly.” He gave his widest grin, got up and walked off.

Krystal beamed at me.

“What?” I asked, enquiringly.

“Oh, wow, Cathy, he’s gorgeous.”

“He. Is. HAWT,” agreed Bonnie, slowly.

“Where on earth did you find him?” asked Amelia.

I grinned. “I told you — he lives next door.”

“Ooh, why can’t I have a neighbor like that? I’ve only got this fat, middle-aged dad bod guy and his battleaxe bedava bahis wife in curlers next-door to me,” sighed Amelia.

“Yeah, some women have all the luck,” commiserated Bonnie.

“Well, he’s here now, and you can see him,” I maintained.

“Well, are you gonna tell him?” asked Bonnie.

“About what?”

“Last night — our little night of passion, relaxation and — good times!” grinned Bonnie.

“No! Why should I? I told you before — we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. I can do what I want, whenever I want, with whomever I want. I don’t owe him anything, and he doesn’t owe me anything.”

“So why did you bring him along?” asked Krystal.

“My invitation had a +1, and I didn’t have anyone else, because I knew you three were going as judges,” I explained.

“You didn’t have to bring him,” continued Krystal. “Although I’m glad you did!” A ripple of feminine laughter went around the table. “So go on — what’s the real reason?”

“I told you — I had a +1.”

“COME ON, Cathy,” said Krystal. “Out with it.”

I sighed. “I got the invitations at the beginning of the week. I’d had a tedious, boring weekend — well, on Saturday, anyway. Then, suddenly, Daniel showed up on Sunday and I ended up at his house that evening for a chat. After I got the ticket, and after the sex we had on Monday night, I just thought, ‘stuff it’, and invited the guy.”

“And now?” queried Bonnie. “You’re not so sure?”

“Well, it’s just that -” I paused.

“Last night happened,” said Krystal.

“Er, well -“

“Aha,” said Amelia.

I sighed again. Usually, I wouldn’t be this open, but last night had changed a lot of things for me, and I still wasn’t quite over it. “Look, don’t get me wrong. Daniel’s great — he’s been a perfect gentleman. He’s got the most amazing bod.”

“Agreed,” grinned Bonnie.

“The sex was amazing on Monday, but — like I said before, I was in such a desperate state — more than I realized — I just, you know — needed it.”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Krystal.

“But now -” I paused once again.

“I see,” said Krystal. “Now you’ve experienced sex with us, and it was great. Dare I say, better, in fact.”

I felt sheepish as I looked at her. “Er, yeah.”

“So now you’re not sure where to go from here.”

“Right.” A pause.

“Hmm,” said Bonnie. “So basically, you’re worried that if you choose us, you’ll lose him, and — vice versa.”

“Yes, but remember, Cathy,” added Amelia. “Last night would never have even happened if Daniel hadn’t suggested changing your company to a cooperative.”

A thunderbolt hit my brain. “Oh, yeah! That’s right!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, and I seem to remember a little comment about ‘a little lacking in the Female Orgasm Department’, no less,” reminded Bonnie.

“We can fix that,” smiled Krystal.

“What!” I cried. “How?”

“Look, I don’t see a problem,” continued Krystal. “All I can see is opportunities. You’re making this into a bigger deal than you need to.” She leaned towards me over the table. “The fact is, Cathy, you need to face it. On Sunday, a hunky guy entered your life just by knocking on your door to be polite as a new neighbor. You were so hungry, you basically ate the guy for breakfast, effed him to within an inch of his life, then bragged to us about his eight-inch cock. He’s so impressed that he helps you out with a new idea for your company, an idea that you know lets you satisfy your thirst for female flesh like you used to get when you were still modeling. Now you’ve got what you wanted, deneme bonus you figure the guy’s young and inexperienced and you’re thinking of spitting the guy out of your life in favor of keeping us.”

I grimaced, feeling aghast. Caught out, even. “Ah, girls,” I said, putting my face in my hands. I looked up at them. “Have I done something bad? Do you think I’m awful?”

Nobody looked upset or disappointed.

“Not at all,” continued Krystal. “Like I say, all I see is opportunities. Why do you need to choose? Why not do both?”

“Yeah,” agreed Bonnie. “I don’t see any problem.”

“Huh?” I asked, confused. “How?”

“Look,” said Bonnie. “The only reason you’re thinking any less of him is because he can’t do what we did last night. We can teach him.”

“Yeah,” agreed Amelia.

“The only reason why you don’t want to is because he’s a guy,” continued Bonnie. “If he was a woman like us, you would have no problem figuring out how to rub his clit and pound his G-spot to get him off.”

“- But as soon as he grows a cock and balls, you start doing the ‘submissive’ thing and the whole coy, ‘a man should just know’ garbage,” interrupted Amelia.

“Exactly,” said Bonnie. “Well, he won’t, will he? Unless we show him.”

“Hmm,” I said, thinking.

“This vacation is the perfect opportunity to do that,” said Krystal. “We’ll give him what he’s lacking and you can enjoy the benefits of his new-found education.” Krystal beamed.

“From three gorgeous teachers,” added Amelia, with a smile.

I spoke. “Well, huh, I wasn’t planning on sharing him around.”

Krystal raised her eyebrows. “Oh, really? What happened to ‘we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend’? If he doesn’t owe you anything, don’t you think he has a right to choose?”

“Yeah, if you’re gonna be noncommittal with the guy, I think he might be a little bit entitled,” remonstrated Amelia.

I frowned. “Well, er -“

“Aha, Cathy,” said Bonnie, wagging a finger. “So what’s it gonna be?”

“Well, look,” I bargained. “It’s just that his idea to become a cooperative is so good for all of us, not just me. He’s also studying business and I’ve just built this company up with hustle and grind over the past seven years, but I don’t have a business background. I just know the modeling industry. I was kinda hoping originally when I met him that if things built up between us, he would be handy to have around — you know, in the long-distance future.”

“Ah, yes, the happy-ever-after,” smiled Krystal. “Was this before or after the orgasm he never gave you?” The girls laughed. “Am I right?”

I smiled sheepishly.

“Well, look,” said Bonnie, reaching her hand out to place it on mine. “You don’t have to decide right this second in this stupid restaurant. Have a think about it.”

“Give him a chance,” said Amelia. “He’s only twenty.”

“I’ll tell you what,” said Krystal, brightening. “If it’s orgasms and sex that are threatening your dream, let’s do a deal. We’ll show him how to give women orgasms. You’ll see how he is as boyfriend material during the vacation, and you’ll stay ‘not boyfriend and girlfriend’ for now. If he turns out OK on your side, we can drop our interest in him, and you can swan off into the sunset with your perfect guy and be a multi-orgasmic woman for the rest of your life, using him. We three will just carry on with our regular Friday night sessions. On the other hand, if he turns out to be not as fantastic a boyfriend as he looks, then you can still join us every Friday if you want and you can palm him off onto one of us, whichever one of us he would like to choose.”

“Yeah, I could use an eight-inch dick,” remarked Amelia.

“Me, too,” agreed Bonnie. “Every woman could.”

“Same here,” said Krystal.

I decided. “OK!” I announced. “It’s a deal! Let’s do it!”

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