Stupid Boy: Senior Year - Winter 21

Chapter 21 -- Cindy Happened

Friday January 6

"I can barely walk this morning. My insides are throbbing, and they ache. It feels like I've given birth to a twelve-pound bowling ball. Doing it with David is a mix of 'hell, yes, it was worth it,' and pleasurable pain. He hit the spot that made me shiver. My ass has his handprint on it, and it looked so hot I took a selfie of it in the bathroom mirror. I now know why Brook talks about him doing her until her toes can't even wiggle. The boy is a beast in bed," Lexi was sharing as I walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, David," Tami said with a huge grin on her face.

I noticed that Lexi had made her announcement in front of all of my friends.

"Is that what Cindy's going to teach us today?" Wolf asked.

"Bite me. I'm going surfing, and if I hear one word about last night, you'd better hope that Cassidy's in a good mood and protects you," I warned. "Lexi, that selfie is not to be shared with anyone, and if I ever see it anywhere..."

I left the threat unsaid. To put it mildly, I wasn't happy that Lexi had shared what had happened behind closed doors. Lexi sensed that I wasn't okay and rushed over.

"Can we talk?"

"Yeah," I said and let her lead me outside.

"I'm sorry. That was a dumb thing to do, and I know better. I sounded like a schoolgirl who'd just gotten her first kiss and wanted to shout it from a mountaintop," she explained. "I'll delete the selfie if you want me to, but I hope you don't. I want to remember last night. It was special."

"I get it, but nothing good ever comes from sharing stuff like that. You have to know how dangerous that pic is to have around."

"I really am sorry," Lexi said.

I took a deep breath and let it out along with my anger. She'd just been excited. I pulled her into a hug.

"It's all good. My friends have heard worse about me. But I'm serious about that selfie never getting out. I can see it being twisted when people see it out of context."

"I think you have it all wrong about any of us thinking it was bad. It wasn't bad, it was fantastic," she said, and giggled.

I swear that sex makes girls crazy. Manaia stuck his head out the front door.

"We all good, Boss?"

"Yep. Let's go have some fun."

---

Once we got back, I pulled Brook aside and told her what Lexi had said and done. Of course, she'd heard from Cassidy.

"You want me to go talk to her?"

"No, I already did. I just wanted to warn you that people will be talking today. Wolf wanted to know if Cindy was teaching them that."

"Afraid of a little competition?" Brook teased.

"You're a brat sometimes."

"They're all nervous about today. Tami asked that you not be there," Brook enlightened me.

I threw her a face. I didn't want anything to do with this. Cindy worried me; I wasn't sure my friends were ready for her. Tim might have a stroke, and Wolf might never talk to me again. Then again, what did I know? I had to admit my times with Cindy and Suzanne had been fun, back in the day. I just didn't really understand some of the group stuff Cindy was into these days. Still, I shouldn't judge. What she did with Brook and Halle might be okay if I were allowed to participate.

I had a feeling that Ashley and Scarlet might be into that and more after our time in Alabama. That might be something I should have a long talk with my uncle about. For some reason, I suspected he might know about it. And to be completely honest, I did like to dominate girls in bed. What I couldn't wrap my head around was being tied up, like Scarlet had been. It would freak me out to lose that much control.

My first time with Scarlet and Ashley was right up there with Rita needing to be spanked to release her inner demons, and Lexi getting off on being overwhelmed. Those were other proclivities I was having difficulty wrapping my head around. While I saw that accommodating Rita's need for release helped, it went against my upbringing. You didn't hit girls unless they tried to kick you in the nuts. Then all bets were off.

"I didn't plan to be," I said and then looked at her. "Are you going?"

"Would that be a problem?" she asked.

I thought about that for a moment.

"If you want to go, then go."

"Can we practice stuff I learn?" she asked in a sexy voice.

I barked out a laugh.

"Hotness, anytime, anyplace," I said as I waggled my eyebrows.

---

I had Manaia take me to a batting cage. I wanted to knock some rust off and hit a few balls because, after next week, I would start training for baseball season. He found a place called The Hitting Zone that wasn't too far away. They rented batting cages and pitching lanes.

We were greeted by a young lady at the front desk.

"Welcome. How can we help you?" she asked.

"I want to get in some hitting if I can."

"No problem. Let me get you set up," she said.

When we went to the back, I saw what I assumed was a high school team working out. I found my cage, went through the steps I'd been taught, and began to hit. Man, I was terrible for the first half-hour. I took a deep breath because I knew exactly what I was doing wrong. Basically, everything.

I took a break and focused. I watched the other hitters and saw I was doing what they were. Chiefly, I was lunging instead of trusting my swing. It was probably the most common mistake that baseball players make at all levels. Your body instinctively tries to adjust your swing to hit the ball, and you end up in a poor hitting position.

I went back and began to tag the ball. Like pitching, you can hear the difference when you do it right. In pitching, the sound of the ball hitting the catcher's glove is distinctive. When hitting with an aluminum bat, you heard a 'crack' sound instead of a 'ting' when solid contact was made. All through the facility, you could hear 'ting.' When I started to hit with authority, I got noticed by the kids practicing. They began to wander over between turns in the cage.

When my hour was up, I took a break before buying tokens for another hour. Manaia pulled me aside.

"I thought you just played football."

"Well, I play some baseball, too."

I pulled out my phone and showed him an Internet story about me winning the MVP trophy for Team USA. Someone must have recognized me because one of the staff members approached me. He turned out to be Fred Condit, a former big-league player. He'd played for the Pirates and Giants before retiring a couple of years ago. He was the big brother of Frank Condit, who was the National League MVP two years ago. Fred was part-owner and lead batting instructor for The Hitting Zone.

"One of the kids told me we had a VIP in the house. Do you plan to do any more hitting today?"

"I'm thinking of going for another hour or so. Why?"

"If you'd allow me to bring the kids over to watch you bat and coach them, I'll let you hit for free today."

Manaia snorted his derision because an hour in the cage was very affordable. I almost said 'no' so I could have my privacy, but I relented when I saw the kids looking over expectantly. If I could concentrate with them watching, I would be good to go during a game.

"Okay. Let me grab a snack and rehydrate, and I'll be back in a few minutes."

I came back, got settled in, and started the machine. While live pitching was superior to a pitching machine, the machine was a very useful tool. With the pitching machine, you could get a lot more swings in per session. Building muscle memory by doing something over and over again was essential to success in this type of physical endeavor. The goal was not to have to think about your swing.

The pitching machine also threw a more consistent pitch. This allowed you to practice things like ball placement because you didn't have to worry about where the pitch was going to be. Once you have mastered the skills in the cage, you could translate them to the more unpredictable 'live' pitching.

Today wasn't supposed to be anything fancy. I just wanted to get into a rhythm and make solid contact. The coaching was just a bonus. Coach Condit had a pocket full of tokens to run the machine. He would give me tips when he had to put another token in. There were things you simply didn't see when you were batting that someone outside the cage could pick up.

---

I'd honestly lost track of time when Manaia made his presence known.

"We need to get back to the house."

He had a funny look on his face. I at first thought to question him about it, but remembered we were surrounded. I thanked Coach Condit, and he invited me back. Once we made it out the front door, I looked at Manaia.

"There's been a security breach. A woman broke the master bedroom window and was found nude in your bed. Cassidy chased her into the master bath, where she locked the door. Instead of calling the police, Brook suggested that you come home and deal with it."

I was confused until he showed me a picture of the woman. We had video surveillance around the perimeter of the house, and it had caught her breaking in. Manaia had a still from the video on his phone. I had to look closely because it was a little grainy.

"Shit," I said under my breath.

It was Gwen Larkin, the British actress Brook and I had spent Christmas Day with in Palm Springs. While we'd had a good time, I never expected to see her again. We hadn't even exchanged contact information. What I really wanted to know was, how did she find us? Maybe I should be more concerned about why she felt the need to break into my house and get naked in my bed.

On the way home, we had to take a longer route because smoke from the wildfires had closed the road we used this morning. The wind had changed, and they were worried about some residential areas. They were diverting traffic to make it easier for firefighters to get in and evacuate homeowners from threatened neighborhoods.

Brook met me at the front door.

"Cassidy has her in the master bath. I think something's wrong with her. She's talking shit."

Manaia checked his phone.

"Fritz will be here in thirty minutes."

"Let's go see what we're dealing with," I said, and the three of us went to the master suite.

When we walked in, I saw that Cassidy had unlocked the door to the bathroom. She pointed inside.

"She's in the shower."

Brook followed me in. I saw Gwen huddled in the corner of the shower like a frightened animal. She looked so small and vulnerable. I grabbed a robe because she was, in fact, naked. When Gwen spotted me, she jumped up, rushed out of the shower, and wrapped me in a bear hug.

"They don't understand. We're in love, and nothing can keep us apart. I tried to tell that mean girl that you wanted me here, but she accused me of breaking in, and then I had to hide from her in here. Tell her. Tell her we're soulmates, and it's okay for me to be here. Make them all go away so I can show you how much I love you," Gwen said, all in rapid girl-speak.

"Oh, boy," Cassidy said. "I warned you about the crazy ones."

"That's her. That's the mean girl. Tell her. Tell her that it's okay," Gwen said, getting agitated.

"Let's get you in a robe. I don't want them all to see you," I said.

"Yes, you're right. I'm for you only. I should never let anyone see me but you," she said. Then she broke down in tears. "I'm so stupid. I should have thought of that. Damn! I wanted everything to be perfect. It took me a while to find you, or I would have been here sooner. I'm so tired. Maybe I could lie down."

"Gwen, you know that I'm with Brook. What happened at Christmas was just a hookup. Nothing more," I tried.

"That's complete bullshit, and you know it. You and me, we're perfect together. We're both in the business and would be the perfect couple. You're not like the rest, I can tell. I know that you love me. Only someone who loved me could make me feel the way you did."

I led her to the bed, tucked her in, and then ushered everyone out. Gwen had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

"She's batshit crazy," Brook said, and then had another thought. "I hate to call the police on her."

Cassidy had a stupid grin on her face.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing. It's just that you make my life interesting. You're the only person I know who would ever have a crazy stalker."

"What are we going to do about her?" I asked.

"Fritz will be here soon," Manaia said, being of no help.

"It's a good thing he can get rid of dead hookers. I'm sure crazy-town in there will be no problem at all," Cassidy said, enjoying herself a little too much.

All my security must have heard my joke about Fritz and dead hookers because Manaia nodded in agreement.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Cindy," Brook said.

OMG! She had hung out with me for too long. Brook had just given me a one-word answer, and I completely understood. She might have to turn in her sisterhood card that said girls had to talk everything to death. She wasn't impressed when I high-fived her.

"You two are weird," Cassidy opined.

Fritz showed up and sent Manaia and Cassidy to find Gwen's car. They found it down the street. She had taken her clothes off by the window, which is where he discovered her phone. I was sent in to wake her up and get her PIN number for the phone. Fritz needed her contact list to get her help.

"Guess who her manager is?" Fritz asked. "Kent."

"Well, get him over here so he can 'manage' this," Brook said.

Fritz called Kent and explained the situation. I was impressed that Kent made it from his office to here in under thirty minutes.

"Where is she?" he asked as he walked in the door.

Fritz pointed, and Kent went to do his thing. If anyone could handle out-of-control Hollywood types, it was him. He'd dealt with Craig, keeping him out of trouble for years. I was sure that one small crazy girl was something he could handle.

Kent came out with a frown on his face.

"I think she's really nuts. What should we do?" he asked, proving me wrong.

"Go get Tracy," I suggested.

"She and Pam aren't here," Brook said.

I called her and filled her in. Why did everyone think that having a crazy stalker was funny? It wasn't all that funny when you had to deal with it.

"You need to get her somewhere and have her evaluated. It doesn't sound like she'll go willingly. I would call the local Community Mental Health Team. I think they have them everywhere," she suggested.

A quick Internet search showed there was a facility like the one Tracy had been in for her depression, not too far away. Kent called them and made discreet arrangements for them to do a check. Of course, Gwen didn't want to go without me, so I rode with Kent. I felt like a complete ass when I left her. She was here, all alone in the US, and not right in her head. When I got back to the house, I had Kent call her parents. They said they would be out on the next flight.

I could see the concerned look on Brook's face. Seeing Gwen come unhinged had bothered her. I acted on impulse. Before Brook could say anything, I touched the side of her face and lowered my mouth to hers, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. I wanted to tell her how I honestly felt about her. I didn't want her to mistake this for any other time I'd kissed her.

My tongue swept across her soft lips, and she opened her mouth slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. I ran my hand from her cheek to the back of her neck. Our lips moved together as our kiss deepened into well-practiced bliss. Everything seemed to fade around us, leaving me feeling she was the only person in my world. She pulled back, breaking the spell as she looked me in the eyes.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"Just a reminder that I love you."

The tension in Brook's body left her.

"I love you, too."

---

Brook and I were getting the house ready for the party when everyone who'd spent the day with Cindy appeared. They were giddy, and I saw that Sarah and Wolf couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. Tami and Tim weren't much better.

"What happened to them?" I asked with a straight face.

"Cindy happened."

"You think she did her magic?"

"Don't know. I'll find out," Brook said.

I just bet she would. There would be a girl confab in the near future where all the details would be discussed. I went back to setting up.

"Dude, you rock," Wolf announced as he put me in a bear hug from behind.

He put me down, and Tim did the same.

"Get off me," I grumped. "I take it Cindy was helpful."

"I'm not embarrassed to admit it. I was clueless," Wolf said. "All I know is that Sarah's happy."

I looked at Tim, and he just grinned.

"Cool. Help me finish getting ready for this party," I said.

I told them about going to the batting cage.

"Normally, I'd be jealous you got to hit some balls," Tim said.

I had a couple of smart comments about 'balls' leap to mind, but I decided to let them sit for now. I could see they were dying to tell me about their afternoon, but they wanted me to ask. The more I thought about it, the less I needed to hear the details. I was confident Cindy handled everything well.

"Da-vid," Cindy called out with a singsong voice.

Cindy always has had one of the top five butts I'd ever seen. Damn, she was in short-shorts that highlighted her best asset. She saw where I was looking and smiled.

"You still into older women?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to play today. I've already had a stalker, and I don't think Brook will let me off the leash," I said to slow her roll.

"Stalker?" Wolf asked.

I told them about Gwen, leaving out what we'd done over Christmas and being sketchy about all the details. At first, they found it amusing that a Hollywood actress was 'stalking' me. Then they had sober expressions when I told them that we had to take her somewhere to get evaluated because she was 'batshit crazy,' as Brook had put it.

"That sucks," Tim said to sum up.

"How were Wolf and Tim as students?" I asked and then smirked. "Did they give you a hard time?"

Cindy rolled her eyes, and both Tim and Wolf moaned at my attempt at humor.

"He's big on not sharing details. I think we should make him suffer and not tell him," Wolf said.

Honestly, I was happy he said that.

"I'm a little on edge," Cindy said to let me know she was horny.

That told me she had left everyone alone and watched.

"Like I said, I'm not your guy. Hang around for the party. I have every confidence you can find someone to help you," I suggested.

"I'll go talk to Brook," Cindy said and left us.

"Wow. I'd cut off important body parts to be with her, and you turned her down?" Wolf asked.

"She has a boyfriend back at school," I explained.

I didn't tell them that Cindy and Kevin had an open relationship. I figured it was a good enough excuse for the guys.

"I'm just saying, though," Wolf said.

We all agreed, including Mr. Happy, that I was 'batshit crazy' for passing. He liked Cindy a lot, as did I.

---

The party started off a little slow. Being from the Midwest, my friends couldn't understand why no one showed up on time. I had to explain that people liked to be fashionably late in LA. You had to make an entrance, after all. By ten o'clock, our house began to fill up.

I went out back and watched everyone. Music was thumping, and everyone was either talking or dancing with smiles on their faces. It was satisfying to see them all having a good time.

I was off in my own world when Isabel Alexandra approached me with her best friend, whom I called 'Groper' because I couldn't remember her name. Isabel got into my personal space, rubbed her breasts against my chest, and kissed my cheek.

"It's my birthday," she announced.

"Aye, uh... well... uh... happy birthday," I finally managed to get out.

No offense to Halle James, but Isabel had a body made for sin. Ben was a complete idiot to risk losing her. What had me stammering was that I'd assumed that her magnificent breasts were fake. Rubbing up against me made me painfully aware that they were spectacularly natural.

It was the dilemma I faced in Hollywood. Actors and actresses played younger roles. Isabel had to be ten years older than me. There was also the minor roadblock of her dating my friend Ben Cowley and me forgetting who I was dating. Oh, yeah, Brook's name finally came to me. If she kept rubbing those traffic-stoppers against my arm, I might forget my own name.

Groper picked that moment to grab my crotch. Her eyes got big when she found that Mr. Happy had noticed Isabel, even if the big brain had been scrambled. I looked Groper in the eyes and then looked down. She hadn't let go.

"You know that you do that to the wrong guy, and you might be sorry," I warned her.

"Somehow, I don't think you're the wrong guy," she challenged me.

"I wouldn't push it," Cindy said as she sauntered up.

My brain almost locked up when I thought that if I combined all three girls, I might have the future Mrs. Dawson. Cindy had a killer butt, while Isabel had a rack that made boys like me drool, and Groper seemed like just the right amount of slutty fun.

"Really?" Groper said as she ran her palm along my length, causing me to suck in my breath.

"David's not the tame boy you think he is. He comes across as the All-American boy next door. In reality, he could drag the three of us to his bedroom, and we would be happy girls come morning," Cindy shared.

"Sounds like you know," Isabel said, and Cindy gave a mysterious smile to confirm. "He might be what I need as my birthday present."

"Back off, Bitch!" Brook said as she stormed up. "He might be too polite to say anything about you rubbing his dick, but I'll kick your ass."

Groper jerked her hand back. I pulled Brook to me before she decided to do any physical harm.

"You know my girlfriend, Brook?" I asked.

"We met on the yacht," Isabel said.

"We should all talk," Cindy said.

I groaned when I thought of all four of them in my bed at the same time. Brook leaned in and kissed my neck.

"You be good while we talk."

"You'll let me know if you need me," I said, suggesting that I might help her 'talk' to them.

Cindy winked at me as they walked away.

Fuckityfuckfuck, now what was I supposed to do? All I could think was that Cindy would lead me astray if I let her. I didn't need to damage my friendship with Ben just because I wanted to do bad things with his girlfriend. Mr. Happy was like the devil on my shoulder. He pointed out that it would be good, not bad, and we both knew it. Second, Ben planned to do the same things with my friend Halle. He almost made it sound like two wrongs actually did make a right.

---

My USC football friends showed up. I went to talk to them so I wouldn't be distracted by thoughts of Cindy and the other girls. As I greeted them, I saw my old high school teammate, Bill Callaway, look over at my Japanese castmates and make a sour face.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Ai dumped me. I know she's returning to Japan next week, but I'd hoped we could spend time together until then."

I looked over and saw she was flirting with Kenta, my rival in the J-drama. I could tell she was acting to make Bill think she was interested in Kenta. I'd seen them interact on set, and there was no chemistry there. I chuckled when Kenta gave her a confused look.

"I'm going to kick..." Bill growled under his breath.

"Settle down. Kenta and Ai don't like each other that way. She's just jerking your chain," I told him.

"You could've fooled me."

"Let it go. You were her American fling, and I think you enjoyed it as much as she did," I reminded him.

"I guess I did," he said and sighed. "I need a beer."

Ridge and Penny came back with beers in their hands as Bill wandered off to sulk.

"I heard you're on the Heisman shortlist next year," I said.

Ridge Townsend was one of five names being floated for next year's Heisman Trophy, given to college football's best player. USC was one of three universities with seven past winners. If Ridge won, they would have the most of any school. The other two schools with seven were Ohio State and Notre Dame.

"This might be the year a West Coast guy takes it. His biggest competition is the quarterback at UCLA," Penny said, obviously proud of her boyfriend.

"Coach said you were named to some All-American teams," Ridge said to shift the focus from him.

Last year, it was a much bigger deal for me. This year, it was almost expected, so I sort of put it out of my mind. I'd let Frank and the rest of my PR team deal with the football awards. Ridge had the same experience when he graduated as the top quarterback in his class.

"Yeah. I told my dad to take them all to my high school and let them put the awards in their trophy case. There's already enough stuff hanging on my walls at home. I try to look at the accolades as team awards."

"I get it. Without them, you could never have won. Even so, you put in all the work and led the team. You should be proud of what you accomplished," Ridge said.

Ridge was one of the few who knew precisely what it was like to be an elite athlete. I admired him because of his accomplishments and what I knew he would do next year. I fully expected that Ridge might very well be the number-one pick in next year's draft when the NFL came calling. I highly doubted he would be back for his senior year.

A new song came on, and Pam and Tracy grabbed me to dance with them. This was why I had the party: to hang out with friends and have a good time.

---

I went through a string of dance partners. Cassidy had taken over the music and was doing a great job with the help of Trip and Teresa. They picked out songs that you could really dance to.

I was dancing with Bec Carson, Zak Verwood's girlfriend, when the neighbors showed up. The older people saw our group, had a drink, and moved on. The neighbors who reminded me of Ken and Barbie, Carl and Liza, came and danced beside us. He leaned over so we could hear him over the music.

"Liza would like to spend some time with you," Carl said.

"Dancing?" I asked, purposely misconstruing what he said.

He laughed.

"I'd like to watch you 'dance' with her," he said.

"I don't think I should."

"No problem. She just wanted me to ask," Carl said, and then guided Liza to where Ridge and Penny were dancing.

"Was that as weird as I think it was?" I asked Bec.

"I'd have to say 'yes.'"

"Okay, good, because I'd hate to think I was crazy and misunderstood what he was asking."

"Oh, you're crazy, but that was odd. I was just glad you didn't offer to swap partners."

"Are you not into older guys?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows. "I like experienced women."

"When you're twelve, all women seem experienced."

Zing. This was why Zak dated her. Bec had a sense of humor.

---

I'd gone to get a drink and spotted Ben and Halle off in a corner. I could tell from her body language that she wasn't having any of what he was selling today. Then she slapped him. Ben got a look and raised his hand. Hell to the no, that wasn't happening.

"Ben!" I barked.

Halle stormed off, and Ben took a second to gather himself.

"You're an idiot," I said.

"Fuck you, Dawson," he said with no heat to it. "Don't you think I realize that?"

"What the hell are you doing messing with your co-star and potentially messing up your chemistry when you have Isabel at home?" I asked.

"It's complicated."

"I get why you're into Halle James. If she was still living near me... well, let's say I get it. But you are dating Isabel Alexandra. If she were my girlfriend, I would never..." I left the rest unsaid.

"There's just something about Halle. The more I'm around her, the more I want her. Now I've fucked that up. She thinks I'm a typical Hollywood douche," he said.

"Aren't you?" I asked as I chuckled.

"Bite me."

I received a text from Brook.

'Need your help'

"I think I know what'll put you in a better mood," I said and then explained what I suspected was going on.

"Holy crap! I completely misread you. I figured you were some farm boy who was a total bible-thumper and only had sex to make babies."

"Bite me," I shot back. "I do go to church."

"Okay, let's go," he said.

"One rule. You put your dick into my girlfriend, and I will kill you," I said, getting serious.

"Chill, dude," he said, holding up his hands. Then he seemed nervous. "What if Isabel wanted you to..."

My eyebrows went together in worry.

"What are you saying?"

"She has had this fantasy where there's another guy," he admitted.

"I would have to talk to Brook about that first."

"Pussy."

"You're right. With her, I'm a total wimp because I want her to be my girlfriend come tomorrow," I said.

Ben rolled his eyes.

---

Brook was waiting outside our bedroom with a robe on. She grinned when she saw the two of us.

"Isabel told Cindy that it was her birthday."

"What does that mean?" Ben asked.

"Cindy happened," I said with a smirk that confused Ben even more.

"She said she wanted a birthday that she would remember," Brook said with a shrug. "She asked for David. I guess she heard the rumors about what you did to Lexi."

Ben threw a face, then took a deep breath and let it out like he was counting to ten.

"How did she hear about that?" I asked.

"I told her. Then Cindy added a few things. You were wild when you were a freshman," Brook said with a grin.

Welp, what could I say? It wasn't like Cindy had had to twist my arm.

"Who is Cindy, and why does she make you worried?" Ben asked.

"I'm not sure how to describe her," I admitted. "Let's just say she pushes me to test the boundaries of my comfort zone. I wouldn't say I'm worried, though. More nervous as to what to expect, if that makes any sense."

"What are we talking about?" Ben asked.

"She has Isabel and her best friend blindfolded and tied to the bed," Brook said, and then she smiled. "We've been getting them... uhm... aroused."

Ben suddenly had a big smile on his face.

"This I have to see," he said.

---

When we walked in, and I saw what Cindy had done, I could have died a happy man right then. Isabel and Groper's hands were tied above their heads, and they wore black sleeping masks as blindfolds. Cindy must have come prepared today because the ropes were a bright pink. She must also have learned to tie knots somewhere because it didn't look like the girls were getting away.

Groper was shorter and had dark brown hair and a trim little body with itty-bitty titties. She did have large nipples. She had a diamond piercing in her belly button, and on her left hip was a tattoo of a rose. Between her legs, there was a trimmed landing strip.

What you noticed first about Isabel was her full, firm breasts. They were big enough that when she was on her back, they flattened a little and separated, so they looked like large dinner plates. Her hips were those of a grown woman. Isabel's skin was flawless and smooth without a hint of any hair. If she ever went into porn, she would be a star on day one. Her body was made for sex.

"I hate to be a downer, but I have to ask each of you two questions," I said. "First, I need your consent to being videoed. For security reasons, there are cameras throughout the property, including in here. My security company keeps the recordings, and I don't even have access to them."

"Believe me, he's tried to get them," Brook shared, "and failed."

"Second, this appears to be something beyond normal sex. I need your consent that you are doing this willingly. And that you will allow multiple guys to ravish your bodies and do things that you will blush about when you are old and gray in a nursing home."

Everyone agreed, including Ben. Isabel and Groper recognized Ben's voice, which made them relax. Cindy and Brook were both in robes, and they came to Ben and me before letting the robes drop to the floor to reveal they were in sexy underwear. Cindy smiled at Ben and began to help him get undressed. Brook followed suit with me.

When they had us down to our underwear, they looked at each other and nodded. They went in unison to their knees and pulled down our last piece of clothing. We were both fully aroused.

Ben wasn't quite as tall as I was, but he was fit. He didn't have much muscle definition. If I saw him at the gym, I might guess he worked in an office but exercised. Ben was also on the skinny side. When I'd seen him in _Star Academy_, he'd been more buff. In _Love Letters_, his current movie, his role called for him to be a Wall Street type. They must have asked him to tone down his fitness for the part.

The old wives' tale about big hands and feet didn't always hold true. While Ben wasn't small, he was pretty average.

My inner thoughts were interrupted when Brook took me in her mouth. I looked over at Cindy and saw she'd done the same to Ben. Then there must have been some signal because both girls slowly tried to swallow us whole. Cindy took all of Ben. Brook was able to get most of me before she had to back off to cough.

"Yesss," Ben hissed between his teeth as he grabbed her head.

He held her in place as he began to thrust his hips toward her. That was until she grabbed his balls, and he froze. Cindy looked pissed as he yelped when she stood up and dragged him into the bathroom with a firm grip on his family jewels. His eyes were like saucers as he found she was serious.

Brook stood up and kissed me.

"Ready for some fun?" she asked in my ear.

I nodded. She put her finger to her lips to let me know I wasn't supposed to talk. On the nightstand were two rabbit vibrators. Those are the ones that have a small arm used to help stimulate a woman's button while the barrel was inserted. Brook grabbed them both and switched them on.

The poor girls were like two dogs that heard the garage door go up. They perked up at the buzzing sound.

"You seriously aren't going to do that again?" Groper moaned.

I watched, fascinated, as my girlfriend took charge. Someone had been watching Cindy. She crawled up the foot of the bed with a vibrator gripped in each fist. She let them brush against the girls' thighs. I watched as they seemed to be well-trained; they both allowed their legs to fall open to give her access. Both of their sexes were wet and swollen with arousal. Brook entered them both at the same time. There was no doubt that they both enjoyed it as Brook used the vibrators with practiced skill. I would have to have her teach me later.

While she did that, I walked to Groper's side of the bed and leaned down so I could whisper in her ear.

"Remember when I warned you about grabbing guys' crotches? I warned you that you might end up in trouble. Now you're tied up and at my mercy," I said as I nipped her ear.

"You don't understand."

"Then explain it to me."

"When you've spent your whole life hanging around as the sidekick, your self-confidence takes a hit. You're always the girl that the wingman has to occupy while your hot friend is picked up by his buddy. Self-worth isn't something you can just decide to have. You have to build it over time, and I struggle not to sabotage myself because of it.

"I try not to listen to the voice in my head that says I'm not pretty enough or desirable enough. I can see in guys' eyes that I'm their second choice. I grab guys' dicks because it makes them notice me for me. It gives me power over them. For that moment, I feel like I'm finally in control," she said, then turned her head away.

"I can't believe I said that out loud," she admitted and moaned.

At first, I thought she was upset, but then she shuddered. I looked down at Brook; she was proud of her handiwork.

"I'm sorry you don't think guys are attracted to you. I hate to break it to you, but you have a rockin' little body, and I plan to make you forget all that other stuff."

I untied her hands and took off her sleeping mask. I wanted her to be free to fully enjoy what was to come. I grabbed a condom packet, ripped it open, and quickly rolled the condom down my length, feeling her stomach tremble as I touched it. By the time Brook had pulled the vibrator free from her cute little pussy, she was so ready for me. As I positioned myself above her, she couldn't help but run her fingers along the defined ridges of my abs. Then she moved on to the straining muscles of my shoulders and the iron-hard biceps on my arms that were braced on either side of her head. Everything stilled as I entered her.

There's a sound that girls make when they're surprised at how good it can be. I looked at Brook, who smirked when Groper cried out in pleasure. Her legs rose to encircle my waist, and her hands found the back of my head to pull me down to kiss her. She used her lips, her teeth, her tongue to tease me, drawing out breathy gasps with each lick as I thrust forward again and again.

As we began the age-old dance of love, Cindy and Ben came out of the bathroom. She was now naked and looked well-satisfied. Ben's member glistened and was still half-hard, which made it easy to guess what they'd been up to. They watched Isabel cry out as Brook brought her over the edge.

While I was distracted, Ben had edged up to the side of the bed and offered himself to Groper. I looked over to see her take him in her mouth to get him hard. I guess she wanted to be the center of attention and was getting her wish. Cindy climbed onto the bed and was behind me. She pulled on my waist to let me know she wanted me to sit up while I thrust into Groper.

When I sat up, Cindy touched my chin to turn back to her. She wrapped her arms around my chest as she kissed me over my shoulder. I felt her breasts rub against my back. I chuckled when she jumped because Brook had inserted Groper's vibrator into Cindy. Brook then turned her attention to Isabel as she covered her body and kissed her.

Cindy leaned against my back and lay her head between my shoulders as she reached around and ran her hands down my stomach. Using the braille method, she found Groper's engorged nubbin and began stimulating it. I think it caught Groper by surprise because she made a squeaking sound, and her internal muscles gripped me and then began to spasm. Ben jerked his dick out of her mouth. I think she bit him.

I disengaged from Groper, pulled my condom off, and joined Brook and Isabel. Brook jerked as I pushed her panties aside and then relaxed when she saw it was me. I entered her from behind and went to pound town. I needed to get off, and as I suspected, so did Brook. We helped each other get there, and then it was time for what I'd had more than a few fantasies about.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I came back out, and Ben cracked me up. He had an ugly orgasm face as he pounded into Groper.

She got an appalled look on her face.

"Did you just cum in me?"

"Maybe," he admitted.

He pulled out, and it clearly wasn't 'maybe.' I stepped out of the way as they both went into the bathroom to try to put the genie back into the bottle.

While I'd been gone, Cindy had untied Isabel and removed her sleeping mask. Her eyes were locked on me. More specifically, on Mr. Happy, who waved hello to her as I wiggled my hips.

"Proud of ourselves, are we?" Isabel said with a straight face.

"I have two other girls to play with if you're not interested," I shot back and did another little wiggle.

She giggled, which did exciting things to her giant hooters. Our eyes locked, and I made a beeline to where my box of condoms was. In quick order, I had another one rolled on.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

"Willing."

"He loves doggie," Brook said.

"Ooh, yes. Let's make puppies," Isabel said and wiggled her butt at me.

Hell, yes!

I would have to remember to thank Brook and Cindy later because Isabel was ready for the main event. I pulled her to the edge of the bed so I could stand while I took her from behind. Nudging Mr. Happy between her folds, I ran him up and down. She moaned in anticipation as I found where she needed me and pushed forward.

"Oh, yes. Oh, my. Oooh," Isabel said as I took her.

"You okay?" Cindy asked.

Ben and Groper had come back into the room.

"I've just never had anyone as big as him. You're a lucky girl," Isabel told Brook.

"He does seem to hit all the right places," Brook agreed.

I glanced over at Ben, and his face was unreadable. I worried he was having second thoughts about sharing his girlfriend.

"You want me to stop?" I asked Ben.

"Hell, no!" Isabel said.

I think Ben was about to be sick, but he shook his head and forced a smile.

"Baby, don't ever say I didn't get you a great birthday present. Make her happy, David."

I looked at Brook, and she could tell I was torn.

"It's okay. I want you to rock her world."

I seriously wasn't trying to go on forever. It seemed that I was half distracted and worried about Ben, while my mind would switch back to 'OMG! I'm with Isabel Alexandra.'

"Dear gawd, he's going to fuck me to death," Isabel said, finally tapping out.

I looked over to Ben; he was leaning against the wall, dressed, with his arms crossed. Isabel got out of bed and kissed him.

"Thanks, Babe. Let me shower quickly, and we can get out of here."

I was distracted from that drama as Cindy demanded payment for services rendered today. I put on a new condom, and we had our fun. While we did that, Brook and Groper went into the bathroom to talk to Isabel and clue her in that Ben might not be happy.

When they came out, Isabel went to Ben and kissed him fiercely. She then looked him in the eyes.

"You're the only man for me. Today was fun, but you're the one I always want to go home with."

"I know. Let's go buy you pancakes. I bet you're hungry," Ben said.

I could use some pancakes. Cindy smacked my arm.

"Focus," she teased.

"Yes, ma'am."

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When we came out of the bedroom, the party was still going strong. Cindy said her goodbyes, and I found Wolf and Tim sitting on loungers by the pool with Sarah and Tami in their respective laps.

"Where have you been?" Tami asked as I took a chair.

"Around," I said vaguely.

They gave me knowing looks but knew I wasn't about to share with them. Tami would corner Brook later and pump her for information. Brook had a bottle of water for me and sat on my lap.

"Here, you probably need that after giving Isabel seven orgasms."

My friends all gave me a look of disbelief.

"TMI?" Brook asked, catching on to her mistake.

"I think you just blew my cover," I admitted.

"I've had a great time this week. I can't wait until we shoot the movie," Wolf said, thankfully changing the topic.

"Maybe you can take us somewhere on spring break," Tim said.

I looked at Wolf and raised one eyebrow.

"I won't even bitch if you decide you have to pay," he said.

"Damn! What changed your mind about that?" I asked.

"Finding out that you just gave Isabel Alexandra seven orgasms made me think that I was fine with blackmailing you for our silence."

"That's how this is going to work?" I asked.

"Don't forget Gwen Larkin," Tim added.

Who could forget a stalker?

"All I know is spring break is up to the boss. If she invites you, then you can come. And don't even try to talk her into going to 'Sex Island,'" I said, explaining the rules.

Tim and Wolf took turns sucking up and offering bribes to my girlfriend. She enjoyed being the one in control of our plans. It wouldn't surprise me at all if Brook kicked them to the curb. Cassidy wandered over and sat on my other knee. I had no doubt she would be going on our trip.

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