I spent the rest of the day thinking about Cassie. After the first night's impromptu midnight sixty-nine, and the swimming pool tryst, I was almost permanently erect. Now I know what it must be like to take Viagra, only I felt the mental and chemical arousal as well as the physical.
All of this fuelled by the desire to see Cassie's naked breasts, to suckle on her teats, to caress and massage them, to slide my cock between them and shoot my cum over her whilst they are pressed around my shaft.
I shuddered as I imagined the feeling of them around me. I had only felt her breasts once on the first night, and judging by the memory I have of them, I reckon I'd last about 15 seconds before my cock gets torn off by the amount of cum pumping through it.
Before that, though, I have to endure foreplay and sex. The former, Cassie is very good at, I know that from experience. The latter is something I may have to do a lot of the work on, but the reward will be well worth it!
Regardless, I was having the best holiday of my life. It doesn't get much better than this.
I could barely look at Cassie during dinner. I didn't want to rouse suspicion of our plan, though I hadn't had an opportunity to "injure" myself during rock climbing. James was excellent at spotting (a Spotter stays on the ground with the other end of the rope the climber is attached to in order to stop the climber falling), so whenever I feigned a slip, he caught me before I fell too far, so didn't have the momentum to make a convincing injury.
I had to find something else to get me to stay in all morning.
Before we went to bed for the night (couch and floor, for myself and James), we played a few rounds of Texas Hold'em, with bowls of snacks James and I had brought yesterday, and beer and cider shared between us, some of which we'd brought, some of which the girls had.
By the time we finished, and had all turned in for the night, I was still unable to think of a good enough excuse to duck out of abseiling tomorrow. I was going to have to think of something fast.
*****
A couple of hours later, I got up and went to the fridge to get some milk. I tried to be swift and silent, so as not to wake James up be either noise or the light coming on.
I took a swig straight from the 4 litre bottle of milk and replaced it in the fridge door, closing it behind me.
As I made my way back to the rug (James and I having agreed to switch "beds" so we each spent a night on the couch), I feigned a slip, making sure my hand landed close to James' head and rousing him from his sleep.
"Gary?" James murmured in the dark as his silhouetted form shifted before me.
"Sorry mate," I replied in a hushed voice, "Just slipped is all."
"Ah right," James mumbled, "Careful," and with that, James rolled over back to sleep.
*****
I woke in the morning to James playfully kicking my waist, "C'mon, get up"
"D'you mind not kicking me?" I asked as I rolled over to face him.
"Ah, don't be such a grump!" James gave me one final nudge with his foot before heading to the kitchen, "It's our turn for breakfast I guess, since the girls made it yesterday."
I sat up, "Fair enough. I think we still have some bacon left over,"
"Bacon sandwiches it is!" James flung the fridge door open and found the remaining packets of bacon the girls had set aside for today.
I steadily rose to my feet, careful to only use one leg to stand up, keeping the other straight. James noticed, frowning at me, "What's up?"
"I slipped last night when I went to the kitchen," I explained, "Think I've twisted my knee," I half hopped to the kitchen counter to join James, faking a seeth of pain as I made contact with the floor with the foot of my "injured" leg.
"You serious?" James asked, "How the hell did you manage that?"
"Going for a drink in the middle of the night, half drunk, half asleep, wearing socks on laminate flooring," I replied, gesturing to various objects to enhance my explanation.
At that moment, the girls came down the stairs, still in their various nightwear (Cassie and Beth were wearing t-shirts, Jess was wearing pyjamas, and Kate and Alex were wearing wife beaters). I had to repeat my story when asked how we were, so managed to garner some sympathy from the girls, and managed to get a couple of hugs in the process from Alex and Kate.
Glancing over at Cassie, she grinned knowingly, making sure her gaze didn't linger for too long, reducing the chance of being caught out. The girls then insisted that they cooked breakfast, and practically forced us out of the kitchen in the process, much to James' displeasure.
As the girls cooked, James and I retreated to the couch and turned the TV onto the Formula 1, the smell of frying bacon filling the room, the oil sizzling and spitting and snapping contently, fuelling my hunger.
After a few minutes, sandwiches started being placed on the table, as well as some ketchup and brown sauce that was leftover from yesterday morning. I hobbled to the table and opened my sandwich, and squirted a generous dollop of brown sauce on top of the bacon. Cracking!
*****
About 20 minutes later, Cassie began to complain about stomach pains. It seemed she was making her move, and she charged to the bathroom, quickly followed by Beth and Jess. I audibly heard Cassie throwing up, and the toilet flushing a few times.