Joining the Party

  Joining the Party

  A Lucky Springs Story

  By Cheryl Dragon

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  2665 S Atlantic Avenue, #349

  Daytona Beach, FL 32176

  Joining the Party

  Copyright © 2011, Cheryl Dragon

  Edited by Michele Paulin and Juli Simonson

  Cover art by Les Byerley www.les3photo8.com

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-240-2

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic release: February 2011

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  Dedicated to Yoda of OzJ

  Chapter One

  It was a cool evening, and Cassie threw open the windows of her small house. She’d only been back for two weeks, but Lucky Springs, Louisiana was home. While she enjoyed New Orleans for vacations, her work had taken her there far too many times in recent years.

  First Katrina then the oil spill. Both brought photojournalists from all over. She needed a break from the outside world. Lucky Springs was small and filled with friends and family.

  Her neighbors on one side were new. In her town, “new” meant in the last five years. Old Roscoe Meriwether had passed away, and his sons, Dominic, Hamilton and Montgomery had moved in. Some thought they would only settle the estate, but they’d opened a business and stayed. There was a fourth man, Alex, she knew from elementary school. Cassie had met all of those attractive men over the years, but one left an intense impression.

  Mrs. Jenkins, the neighbor on her other side, informed Cassie that those Meriwether boys had kept Cassie’s yard spotless. Cassie owed them a thank you and a homemade pie. Tomorrow, she’d venture over and be neighborly. No doubt, she should’ve done it sooner.

  Her elderly Cajun neighbor could be counted on to have all the gossip and updates including details about the three sexy black men she called “those Meriwether boys”. Cassie was curious, but in a small town she needed the update.

  It’d been a long time since Cassie had enjoyed anything like a personal life. Traveling around made it hard to enjoy more than a fling here and there. She was determined to take a break and reconnect with friends and family. There were men here, most of whom she’d known all her life and most of whom didn’t go for career girls who traveled around the world. The small town had a big factory on one end and lots of farms on the other.

  Looking out the window, she could see the lights from the Meriwether place in the dark night. They had a big lot while her home used to be a guesthouse on Mrs. Jenkins’ property. Mrs. Jenkins had kept most of the land, and Cassie had a cozy place with low upkeep.

  The wind whispered along the houses, and odd moans traveled along from the Meriwether place. Moans and shouts. What were those men up to? Three were related, but Alex was involved with Monty. Hot but gay, that still left two sexy straight men around—all were good to look at.

  Curiosity and lack of sex got the better of her. Cassie put on a robe and shoved her feet into old hiking boots by the door before she slipped out into the night. The walk was longer than she’d remembered, but the men had planted lovely additions to the backyard.

  The big, screened-in porch was void of people, but a couple of windows were open, letting out the sounds of sex. Quietly, Cassie slipped into the screened area and crouched by an open window. Peering in, she quickly ducked down.

  Blinking deliberately, she looked in again. There had to be twenty people, maybe more if the group extended to the front of the house. She’d seen a lot of things in her work. Blood, death, nudity and tears didn’t shock her when viewed through a camera lens. But up close and in her home town, right next door—this shocked her. It could only be called a sex party. An orgy on her own street?

  She spotted Alex, the sexy Latino she’d gone to school with. He was tangled with his boyfriend. Monty sported dreads. Like all of them, he was muscled and hot. Cassie was happy for Alex. Mrs. Jenkins had told Cassie people talked about the interracial gay couple. Watching Alex suck his boyfriend’s dark black cock sent shivers through her. The cool night was suddenly humid.

  When a girl joined the two men, Cassie held her breath. To her surprise, they welcomed the female addition. Without knowing the rules, Cassie had no idea what she’d see, but she couldn’t look away from the room full of sexual free spirits.

  Glancing around for other familiar faces, she spotted a junior high friend, Kitty, who was riding her husband. Cassie knew Neil, the husband, too. They’d all gone to school together.

  Maybe they just liked to watch and be watched? The same person, same sex life must get boring after being married so long. Cassie certainly felt the tingling all over while watching the group. This party could keep a marriage spicy. Then another friend from junior high, Violet Ann, joined the couple and sat on Neil’s face. Cassie covered her eyes.

  She felt like a peeping Tom, but there was someone she needed to see. The other two brothers were extremely attractive, too. Ham was the rebel, dark skinned with lots of muscle and a firefighter. The lighter skinned brother was Dominic. He was the oldest, bald, tall, with a nice smile and a quiet sense of strength that drew Cassie in. Mrs. Jenkins might be in her seventies, but she had an eye for men of any age. To her credit, she tried to find a good man for Cassie every time she came back. Dominic was first on Mrs. Jenkins’s list.

  Cassie’s pussy tightened as she took in his naked body. He was gorgeous!

  “Dominic,” someone said from inside.

  She slumped down but watched Dom walk over to his other brother. Ham was as muscled and impressive in the buff. Currently, Ham had a sexy white girl Cassie had hated in high school bent over the arm of the sofa, fucking her. Her ass glowed hot pink, but her smile was clear.

  When Dom approached, the woman reached for his hard cock, so thick and long, Cassie envied her. Cassie’s insides contracted as she imagined herself in the middle of those brothers. Just then her photographer’s eye took over, and she was hypnotized by the bigger picture.

  It wasn’t just the sex, the men were hot but the diversity and contrasts kept her eyes jumping and exploring on different levels. Most, but not all, of the groups were interracial in some way. She’d fit right in between Ham and Dom.

  Cassie had to control her hormones. The view made her wet. Black women with white men and the reverse. Latinos, blacks, Cajuns, Creoles and whites—visually it was stunning. The tone-on-tone of skin, along with the passion, popped and sizzled.

  Part of her wished she’d brought her camera, but she couldn’t photograph this. She was trespassing and snooping, not an invited guest. The moans of sexual release wafted out to her, and Cassie didn’t know if she wanted to join in, document it or run.

  “We should close those back windows and turn on the air,” Alex said.

  Footsteps approached.

  Cassie darted around the corner and found another exit to the screened porch. Silently, she ran home, hoping no one there noticed her. They had far more erotic business at hand. All the cars out front told her the party was big. No one had looked at all nervous so she couldn’t imagine it was their first time.

  Once inside her own home, Cassie locked the doors and closed the windows. She turned on the air then looked outside as if they’d f
ollowed her. If Mrs. Jenkins knew anything like that was going on, she hadn’t said a word to Cassie.

  Tossing her robe on the couch, she marched into her bedroom in the oversized T-shirt she called a nightgown. Laptop in hand, she hopped on the bed and opened a file always on her desktop. The “ideas” folder housed all her random photo project ideas over the years. Coming home meant she might get a few of them done. She added one more. Multicultural passion in small town Louisiana.

  Closing her laptop, she flopped back against her pillows—sexually frustrated. When she shut her eyes, the image replayed with Dominic in center stage. She almost reached for her vibrator but gave up on the idea. What she needed wasn’t batter powered. Not even close.

  Cassie was tired of living her life from behind a camera. Work was one thing, but she needed a real life with sex and connections. Maybe if she stayed in one place long enough, the right man would find her?

  Maybe they’d invite her to the party? A chill of fear ran through her that they would. Or was it that they wouldn’t?

  Her eyes snapped open. Cassie had never done anything like that. She’d have no clue how to act or what to say. She couldn’t do that. It was practically public.

  How could she go there tomorrow and be a friendly neighbor just thanking them for looking after her yard when she’d seen them all naked and in an orgy? She’d blush or stare or say the absolute wrong thing. Pictures could be selected, cropped and enhanced. Stories could be edited, but real life just happened, and Cassie wasn’t good on the spot.

  Slipping under the flat sheet, she snuggled up with a pillow and hoped she’d feel less ridiculous in her dreams. Somehow, she needed to get a sex life, or she’d be the neighborhood snoop. Being on the outside looking in for her job was one thing, but this was her home. She needed to belong in Lucky Springs, and yet, she’d been left off the invite list.

  * * * *

  The next morning, Alex sat at the breakfast table with his boyfriend, Monty. Last night’s party was a success, but the Cassie development was far more interesting. Dominic had been talking about her since the day they’d met.

  “Your brothers are weird,” Alex said.

  Monty chuckled. “Ham or Dom?”

  “Dom. That man doesn’t want to be happy.” Alex finished his cereal and sat back.

  “Stop. He doesn’t want things to get out of hand. The parties are popular. If Ham had his way—no let’s not go there with his spanking fetish. They both need the right women. That’s all.” Monty waved it off.

  Alex kissed his hunky dreadlocked man on the cheek. Monty never worried much. In the family circle, that was left to Dom and, to a lesser non-blood-relation way, Alex. Ham’s schedule and interests were erratic. He’d find his place someday, Alex hoped.

  “What’s the chatter about?” Dom rubbed his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.

  “Nothing. We were just talking about our peeping admirer last night. Now, we have to invite her.” Monty nudged Alex.

  “Yeah. She liked what she saw.” Alex had to agree with the assessment.

  “So invite her, Alex. You went to school with her. I told you to invite her before.” Dom poured juice and sat at the table. “She’s beautiful and sweet.”

  Alex nodded. “How about hot? Very hard to pin down. We know each other, went to a junior high dance together.”

  “The other woman.” Monty shook his head.

  “The only woman when I was young.” Alex smirked. “I got a kiss, and that was it. By the next dance, the boys had started to fill out.” Alex loved the memories of young hormones surging. “Anyway, she knows I’m with Monty. It might be weird to invite her to a sex party. I don’t know what she likes in bed. And I’ve known her since we were six-years-old. The window thing worked. Dom would do better at asking her in.”

  “She’s never here long enough to approach. You know her. We’ll invite her over for dinner or something.” Dom drank his juice. “All those people—most of them anyway—went to some school together. We’re the exception. You’re just making excuses.”

  Alex nodded. “Her eyes were all over you last night. I bet she’s the hit of the next party.”

  “So go invite her.” Dom nodded to the door.

  “No, we need to lure her back.” Alex enjoyed teasing Dom a bit. “I think Monty and I should stage another little fun show she can overhear with open windows and see if she comes peeping again.”

  “She won’t. She ran last night,” Dom grumbled.

  “Then she won’t be into screwing me and you three. Or for a party with plenty more people.” Alex shrugged. “I think she got spooked, but she’ll come back. The voyeur thing is hot. Most of the party is people watching and being watched, with some partner swapping and add-ons. We’re damn near vanilla in some circles.”

  Monty rolled his eyes. “She’s the vanilla, we’re chocolate and you’re caramel.” He kissed Alex.

  Alex sank into the affection. He loved this hot black man, and adding a creamy woman would round out the group thing they had going on. Dom would be happier with a permanent woman around. But Alex couldn’t jump ahead or let that plan slip to anyone. It was just an inclination based on his knowledge. Those two were lonely types, even in a crowd. Somehow, he thought Cassie and Dom would click.

  “That’s your plan?” Dom asked.

  Backing off the kiss, Alex cleared his throat. “Right. We lure her in. Then you catch her and bring her in the house to apologize and explain. Don’t let her go, and don’t lie about last night. We saw her. We don’t want her to think we’re freaks.”

  “We tell the truth. Party and all.” Dom lifted an eyebrow. “She could bolt.”

  “Then she doesn’t want us, or she comes back later.” Monty refilled his coffee.

  “Invite her to stay for dinner, and we can give her a private party to try things out. You might get lucky.” Alex winked.

  “We all might,” Monty sighed.

  “We just had the party. She’ll think we’re sex addicts.” Dom rubbed his forehead. “Seriously, you two are itching for pussy again?”

  “Always,” Alex and Monty said together.

  “I love him, but we both love women. What we share isn’t cheating,” Monty said.

  “She’s the one girl I wanted in high school, but I got distracted by the boys,” Alex admitted.

  Alex admired the open relationship Monty had with his brothers. Alex’s little sister was the adored one in the family. Pretty, a great cook and a paramedic with angelic eyes and sexy curves. Not like her gay brother. Alex felt better that Ham looked out for her at the fire station. If she only knew the kinky stuff Ham was into, Alex pushed the thought away. He couldn’t be that open with his baby sister.

  “What if she says no and talks about the party to others? We’ve been very careful so far. She’s an unknown quantity to add,” Dom said.

  “We respect her choice, obviously.” Alex shook off the brotherly urge to smack Dom out of his dark analytical mood.

  “Of course.” Monty grabbed Alex’s hand. “And we’ll ask her not to spread the rumors or info about the parties. That’s all. People need an outlet. It’s not like the big cities where people can go and be anonymous at a club.”

  “She’s a reporter,” Dom said.

  “You want her.” Ham walked into the kitchen already showered and dressed for work.

  “So do you.” Dom punched his arm.

  Ham grabbed a muffin as he headed for the door. “Hell, yeah. She’s hot and sweet. Quite a combination. Probably not into my stuff…”

  “You can tell if a girl likes to be paddled?” Alex frowned at Ham.

  Ham grinned. “She didn’t watch when I was in full spanking mode; that’s how I know. But if you get her into the parties, great. She can sample anything she wants.”

  “Private party tonight. Be in by dinner,” Monty called as Ham disappeared out the door.

  “I’ll try,” he shouted back.

  “We should hire someone to paddle him.”
Alex chuckled.

  “He’d probably like it. Or turn it on them.” Dom shook his head. “We’ve all got our thing. Sometimes I think it should be a lot easier to find the right partner. Sex is like breathing.”

  “We should do it more.” Alex nodded to Monty.

  “Let’s go.” Monty got up.

  “We’ve got clients. Lawns to mow. That old elm needs to be pulled down today.” Dom exhaled. “Half a day for the business. That’s all I ask.”

  “We’ll be down in an hour. Shower time,” Monty called back.

  Alex followed his man. He loved the family business and flexibility of schedules. Work hard and play hard, that made life fun. Cassie would add a whole new layer to their lives even if she was only into the party fun. As he stripped Monty out of those pajamas, he felt a little bad leaving Dom alone—not that Dom wanted sex with a guy. Both Dom and Ham were straight as a pin. But if the right woman was there, it’d change everything. Alex hoped.

  They’d yet to find that right woman, but Alex felt they were so close he could smell her perfume from one house up the road. Tonight, they’d show her how enjoyable and gentlemanly good southern men could be in and out of bed.

  Chapter Two

  The pie was done, and Cassie sighed in relief. She hated baking! Her mother had tried everything to make Cassie into a good southern girl who baked and cooked to feed an army, but Cassie ended up a career woman anyway. Still, she needed to bring some small token of thanks to her neighbors for taking care of her yard.

  She opened the kitchen window and found herself listening to the sounds of sex yet again. It was the middle of the afternoon. This was Lucky Springs, not the Playboy Mansion! Armed with potholders, she carefully carried the steaming pie to the window to cool. The moans made her fumble, but she recovered and set the pie down. Cassie listened for a few minutes, caught up in the passion.