First Day (01)

Kastor stands up to fetch some of your clothes. "Sorry I'm not into public stuff. Like you said, though, another time." He looks at you for a moment as he hands your panties to you, "Do you... want me to go?"

I take my panties from Kastor, balling them in my hand when Persy suddenly enters the room, not that she'd be embarrassed. I'm just a little thrown by all of this. Gods, she's gorgeous, all that pale skin and those dark tattoos.

"Hey, Perse. We were just, uh, finishing up." I stand up, panties still clutched in my right hand, and fluff my little off-the-shoulder sleeves up with my left hand. "Don't let us disturb you."

"Nnnnno," Kastor says slowly. Not that he's tempted - you can tell he isn't. He's trying not to offend Persy. "I should probably go soon. It's a school night, so..."

Perse is so forward and it makes me feel like I don't have to look away when she stands in front of us. Kastor declines her offer, which doesn't surprise me, of course, and probably doesn't surprise her either.

"Are you okay to drive?" I ask Kastor when he mentions leaving, feeling only a little bad that I'm kind of excited he's talking about heading out. If he's gone, I can get back on the hunt without worrying about him judging me for it.

He shrugs, "I just had one drink. I'll drive slowly. Are you... okay to get another ride home?" He is pointedly not looking at Persy. Not that he's embarrassed as much as he does not want to acknowledge her brazenness.

I nod. "Yeah, Soph's here so I can head home with her in before too long." I say "before too long" so he won't worry or assume, but I feel like it's going to be a little while. I hope so, anyway. I mean, I worked so hard for a late night curfew. I'm going to take advantage of it.

I chew on my lip, not sure how to say goodnight to him, especially with Persy standing here naked watching. "I'll be okay," I assure him.

He steps closer and kisses your cheek. It's sweet. He smells like you now. He tells you both good night and casts one glance your way at the door before he's gone.

I make sure to watch Kastor all the way until he disappears, like I'm really making sure he's going. It's hard trying to balance feeling so happy, so relieved in a way, that we've reconnected with feeling so unsatisfied in other ways.

"It was..." I press my lips together. I don't want to make it sound like Kastor was bad. He's Kastor. He's basically hot enough to finish me with nothing but the right mischievous glance and smirk. I also don't want to blame Knox and Perse for distracting me, even though they did, because that sounds jealous and petty. "It was great. And I'm ready for more." I grin eagerly, trying to lean into that side of it. "But since it seems like everyone here is already worn out, I guess I'm going to have to get back to fishing again."

I try not to act too surprised that she's apparently just going to head down there naked, but part of me almost wants to remind her that this isn't a house party like the bash at Laureline's place. Then again, there is the cyclops guard at the door, so it's not like anyone's getting in who shouldn't.

"I'll check in with him," I say. "Maybe I'll come join in the hot tub after."

Persy chuckles and opens the door. A short dress, inky black, slithers onto her body as she walks to the stairs. Your phone buzzes with a text - it's from Knox:
Hey, have you made it yet?

You enter Zeke's bedroom to see the will sheets askew, blankets on the floor. Your nude Knox lies on the bed, drenches with sweat, his cock wet and flaccid, his phone in his hand.

What do you do?

I check my phone just before I step into the bedroom. It's sweet that Knox's first thought was me, even if it's still a bit strange to walk into a room smelling of his familiar scent and Persy's less familiar one combined.

"Made it," I tell him, leaning a shoulder against the door frame and looking over his body, lingering a bit on his limp cock that I wish were hard and ready right now. But I can find that elsewhere. "Guess you did too." I smirk at him.

He lifts his head when he hears your voice, his expression surprised, but not concerned. "Heyyyy... yeah, I did." He chuckles. "That was you out there? I was.... vaguely aware of my surroundings. Who, ah, who made you?"

I walk over to sit on the edge of the bed, combing my fingers through his hair gently. "Kastor," I answer, choosing a half-truth for the who and ignoring that that "making" didn't quite happen. "Surprisingly. But he left. The party scene isn't really his thing I guess."

"Well, he already got the best part," Knox says as he sits up. He puts a hand on your thigh, strokes it softly. "You."

I lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek. "You're such a romantic," I tease. "Also you weren't kidding about the spread downstairs. I tried not to eat too much at dinner before heading over, but I should've tried harder. There's so much!"