First Day (01)

As you dance, he draws your wrists up high, urging you to clasp them around his neck again. Meanwhile, his hands skim down your sides and he wraps one around your tummy and keeps the other on your hip to feel you move. He nudges his crotch against your zok a few times as you dance together.

Others are dancing near you: Crissy and Steph are dancing close, hands roaming, eyes locked on each other. Iao is dancing with Eudora, his eyes piercing, hers watery, but desirous. Zeke is dancing with Tyche, the Oceanid and minor goddess of chance. Booker has joined Soph on the floor near you - they're making out and she's draped over him like an expensive stole.

The music shifts to a dark, heavy bass mix that numbs your feet and clouds your mind. After JS's earlier interruption, Kastor's lean body and his intensity, make your body ache for more. He moves his palm from rubbing your stomach up and over your breast. Fingers brush over your hardened nipple and again your body sings his praises.

My soft moan at his touch is swallowed up in the music, but the shudder that runs through my body he certainly won't miss. My hands are up around his neck where he directed them, and my whole body feels like an instrument he's an expert at playing. When I open my eyes and take in the revelry around us, it's only fuel for the fire. So many hot people getting handsy. I push my zok back against him with invigorated intention, grinding against him for a few beats before I turn, my hands clasping around his neck and pulling him in to kiss me, hard.

When you grab at his neck, you see a hint of surprise in Kastor's eyes before he quickly surrenders his lips to yours. The music swells and you feel fireworks in your head as he wraps his arms around you. You continue to grind together - no longer dancing to the music. His tongue, however, dances with yours, and you feel his hand grip your zok with adoration.

When you pull back after several long minutes of one of the hottest makeout sessions of your life, you see stars in his eyes. "Let's go somewhere," he murmurs with his lips against yours.

I can't believe I'm making out with Kastor again. I never thought in a million years... I thought we were through, forever. And here he is, hands all over me, lips on mine, tongue making me dizzy with pleasure, and we haven't even taken our clothes off yet. My body aches for fulfillment and seeing that look in his eyes when we pull back, feeling his words on my lips, almost makes me dissolve into thrills right now.

I don't answer him aloud. I just reach down to take his hand in mine and head off the dance floor toward the hallway. I don't know what else Dionysus has changed about this place for the party, but I can only imagine there are places for hook ups ready and waiting. I'm taking the first one I find.

Kastor grins with anticipation as you pull him off the dance floor. You rush down a hallway - the hallway where you nearly died. Lust carries you past the spot that was once blackened from soot and your burnt skin. You shove open the first door you find... to see the giant hot tub. It is occupied. You recognize Adonis in there with three Oceanids, along with Apollo and Clymene on the opposite end, kissing deeply.

What do you do?

The steam from the hot tub hits me first, then the sight of the others in here. I hesitate for a second, part of me wanting to just claim a corner of the tub for ourselves and part of me worried about what Kastor will make of this. Instead of choosing either way, I turn to look at him, my eyes asking if he'd like to stay or if we should keep hunting.

Kastor is tempted - you could push him here, probably. But you silently ask what he wants and he watches the lovers and then glances back at the hall. "Maybe Zeke's place? Upstairs?"

The water calls to me, maybe because I can breathe in it. Maybe because of Knox's affinity for it. But this isn't about me, really. It's about Kastor, so I nod. "Yeah, let's go."

I give one last look back at the bubbling waters before heading back to the hall to hurry toward the stairs up to Zeke's place. I'm sure Zeke already knows he has to basically sanitize his whole apartment after every party Dionysus throws here. I don't have to warn him, and last I saw, he was enjoying the dancing anyway.

You catch a look from Clymene just moments before you leave - she's disappointed you're leaving the hot tub room. You lead Kastor back out to the dance floor where you spot Steph making out with Crissy as they grind together to the music. Kastor squeezes your hand with excitement that he keeps off his face - but he's into you, but the girls on the dance floor.

Slipping past the dance floor, you hang a right and charge up the narrow stairs to Zeke's apartment above the Towne Club. The door is slightly ajar and the lights are on. You pause for a moment, but Kastor urges you inside and closes the door behind you. You don't see anyone in the modest living room area or the eat-in kitchen, either. Kastor pulls you into his arms and starts walking you back to the couch.

What do you do?

It's Kastor's excitement more than anything that overrides any hesitations I might have still harbored. If he's so into this happening, then so am I. I let him guide me back to the couch, sinking down on it and pulling him down after me, my lips only leaving his to find a new home on his neck and then kissing a trail back to his ear.

"I'm so glad you came to this party," I whisper to him.

Kastor plants an elbow on the couch by your head and starts slowly grinding his hardness against you, which causes your dress to slide up your legs. His warmth and the cool air on your exposed legs are a delicious mix. He nibbles at the nape of your neck and you feel his muscled tummy rub against you as well - so much of you are entwined. "Glad I came with you."

I'd almost forgotten how Kastor's lean body felt against mine. I've spent so much time together with big, bulky, muscled gods that feeling Kastor's compact muscles instead is a delicious new thrill.

I chuckle low at his words. "I bet I can make you come with me again." I reach down between our bodies, unbuttoning his pants so I can push them down his hips.

Kastor chuckles and offers no resistance as you grab his jeans and push them down. When his hardness springs free, he takes your mouth with a searing kiss. That's when you hear a woman moan loudly. It sounds like it "came" from the adjacent bedroom. Kastor's eyes widen and he freezes.

What do you do?

I freeze myself for a moment, but then I start to fear that we're about to get shut down again and that my lust will go unsatisfied for the second time tonight. I reach up to cup Kastor's face in my hands. "We're never going to be the only ones having fun at this party," I tell him. "They won't even care that we're here. They probably won't even know." I arch my back a bit, pressing my body up against his and hoping to restore the fires.

Kastor slides back, pulling away from you as he looks over his shoulder at the bedroom door, which is closed. "Probably," he says, picking out the one word that concerns him. He quickly reaches down to pull up his jeans and button them again. "Didn't want to be part of an orgy..." he mutters in an apologetic tone. He bends down to kiss your tummy, "But if you don't care, then I won't leave you wanting." He starts kissing his way down.

What do you do?

When Kastor pulls his jeans back up, part of me is disappointed, but his complaint about not being here for an orgy makes me realize...that means he came to be with me. Or, I guess, maybe just any one person, but...but probably just me. It makes me feel warmer and his descending kisses set me on fire.

It doesn't really matter which gods are in the other room hooking up. Right now, I want my own pleasure. "I don't..." I have to stop to catch my breath before I finish the sentence with, "...care. We'll find another time for...us." I close my eyes, eager to let him do what he will now.

Kastor scoots down the couch slowly as he kisses his way over your belly to your left thigh. When he reaches your knee, he switches direction to kiss back up to your core. You feel his hands caressing your breasts again as his mouth finds your wetness and heightens your pleasure. He isn't as skilled as Red, but it's Kastor frelling Black going down on you.

A soft moan escapes your mouth and you feel like you're getting close when you hear the girl in the other room again, screaming, "Now you're cookin', babe! Razz my berries!" This is followed by peals of excited laughter. It's unmistakably Persy in there.

You feel Kastor's fingers suddenly play at your labia as he suckles gently on your clit. Your fires rise higher and you feel the familiar flutter in your tummy as he hums and slurps at your body with lustful abandon. So close.

Then, from the other room, you hear the bed squeak from Persy's frelling. A male moan, followed by a very familiar groan. One you've heard before. It sounds like Knox.

What do you do?

There's only one person who would use the phrase "razz my berries" unironically and it makes me smile a little, happy Persy's having fun. Kastor's attentions send a thrill through me that makes my spine straighten and my toes curl. I gasp at the sensations, the feelings building, then I hear Persy's partner. Or rather, my partner. We both know we have an open relationship of course. It's not like Knox is cheating on me anymore or any less than I'm cheating on him. It's just that...well...it's not what I expected.

Of course, our half-baked hook-up earlier left him wanting too. Naturally. I guess I'm just a little jealous that he found someone willing to go all the way with him, and I'm here with a fully-clothed Kastor latched onto my clit. It's a distracting comparison, and the sensations that had been building inside of me all dissipate as my brain takes over with too many thoughts. Part of me wonders if it's worth taking the time to build them all back up again, especially when I know Kastor isn't going to be stripping down with me here, but I don't want to make him feel bad either.

Before I've really thought it through, I hear my breaths start building, a soft moan clinging to the ends of them with increasing strength. I lean into it, faking an orgasm for Kastor's sake and to bring this little rendezvous to a close so I can find a more adventurous partner.

You fake your orgasm and it very much sounds like Persy and Knox don't fake their shared climaxes. Kastor sits back on his haunches with his wet chin and a proud look on his face.

What do you do?

I lie there for a few moments, the sound of Perse and Knox still echoing in my head, gathering myself before I push myself up on my elbows and smile at Kastor. "I guess I was wrong," I tell him. "I wasn't the one making you come after all." I move to sit up and get my clothes all straightened out so we can go back to the party. Maybe the hot tub room will still be hopping.