Barstow - Net Violations 02

Steve, Debbie, and Emily are lingering over their coffee this morning mostly yucking it up over their sexual acrobatics the previous night.

"You guys can be real nutcases sometimes," Debbie grumbles.

Steve

tries

to defend his honor, "Hey! Ellie started it!"

"Oh she did, but you certainly did nothing to stop 'er!"

He just laughs. Emily shakes her head at both of them in an attempt to deflect her own guilt in the rough sex play.

"And how's your back, sweetie?" she chuckles.

"Oh, I'm fine. A bit sore. Nothing a little Flexeril can't fix."

The story here is that Steve was on Debbie in doggie, and little Ellie thought it would be fun to climb on Steve's back for a "bucking bronco" ride during their energetic coitus, pressing her pubes into his coccyx. Em was egging her on and helping her keep her balance while Steve pumped into Deb. After laughing at the scene sharing the bed with them, Cyan and Jackson decided it would be prudent to move to Jax and Em's bedroom before they were caught-up in the zaniness... or Ellie fell down on top of 'em.

Steve recounted, "Ellie was still laughing when she left for school this morning."

Emily let's out a deep sigh, "I continue to be amazed that we always manage to find new ways to play."

"Yeah," Steve wistfully muses. Debbie reaches down to tweak his cock. "

Hey!

" he laughingly protests.

"Anything on our agenda?" Deb ponders. "I'm remote today. I have my big laptop and figure on camping out at the table here. One of our reinsurers is pushing back on some rate proposals and the boss wants a little more justification for the increases."

"I'm working from home, too," Emily confirms. "Stevie?"

"I have nothing urgent. Need to call the pool place and check-in with Alex about that special-order pump for Ashley. Deb?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget to have something like a T-shirt handy to put on for any Zoom meetings."

"In my computer bag."

"And warn us, please. We don't want to accidentally flash somebody walking through the kitchen."

She laughs.

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"T-ville Pool and Spa. This is Alexandra. How may I help you?"

"Hi, Alex!"

"Hi, Steve! I'll bet you're calling about that pump Ashley ordered."

"Yep. She probably told you it's getting worse."

"She did. Our supplier is still trying to hunt one down. That particular model has been discontinued."

"No drop-in replacement?"

"Nope. Sucks, doesn't it?"

"Uh. It's supposed to. That's how pumps work."

Alex laughs. "You're always full of it, aren't you?"

"It's an incurable condition. What's our backup?"

"I suspect formulating a Plan B is keeping Ashley up at nights. It seems like she's not been getting enough sleep lately."

"Oh? I certainly know she's dedicated to her job. I, for one, appreciate it. I'm going to put you on hold for a second here. Hang on."

Steve can't hold his laughter, knowing the real reason Ash is sleep-deprived. A couple of deep inhales, and he's calmed down enough to continue their conversation.

"I'm back. What is she suggesting at this point?"

"Rebuilding the manifold for a currently available pump. The new designs are a lot more efficient, so there's that."

"So in essence, coupla' thousand to rebuild, and the new pump will save... what?... two bucks a month in electricity?"

Alex laughs again. "Yeah. You got it. We'll keep looking. She thinks the leaky pump is good for about three more weeks, and we'll have to do something serious after that."

"Keep me informed, will you?"

"Sure will, Steve. If I haven't said it recently, thank you for your business, and I especially want to thank you again for referring us to your friends in Decatur. That was a really nice project."

"Well y'all did a great job. Enjoyed it last week, as a matter of fact. Tell Ashley I said 'hi'."

"Will do. You have yourself a great day."

"You too."

He ends the call, and now that it's ended, Debbie and Emily, both within earshot, are bent over their computers in guffawing laughter.

"If she only knew!" Debbie laughs.

"Oh, I think she suspects," Emily chuckles back. "Do recall she was pimping-out Logan."

"I dunno," Steve counters. "Ash seems really adept at keeping a firewall between work and her life. She only tipped her hand with us when I startled her by revealing we were literally from the same neighborhood out in California."

"Yeah.

Where is Cyan?

" Em asks. "Seems odd she's not here."

"City. Shopping."

"Oh? Where? Early start for her."

"Uh huh. Marshall's, and Target. Marshall's had some leggings on sale she really likes."

"Don't blame 'er. She

rocks

leggings!"

"No argument here."

Steve phone rings.

"That's an odd ring tone, Stevie. Haven't heard it before."

"Somebody really special. I need to take this outside."

"Oooooo, Stevie. Somebody I know about?"

"Yep."

She shakes her head, grinning that it's one of his loves. He steps out onto the patio.

"Hi, wonderful lady," he answers.

"How

are

you, Steven?"

"Super! How are

you?

"

"Can't complain. Remember last year?"

"You think I'd forget the

fabulous

time we had? Shame on you!" he chuckles.

"The alumni are pressing me to do it again. Cassandra is leading the charge with the varsity girls, and especially wants to invite you. You made quite the impression with her."

"She still her saucy self?"

"Mostly. She's settling down a little, though. Her academics were lagging and we had to have a come-to-Jesus moment. Doing much better now."

"Well, good. Smart girl, and a really quick wit. What's your thinking?"

"Similar deal, actually. Saturday casual tourney, pajama party, no men. 'Cept you, of course."

"When?"

"Only open weekend I had for the gym was at the end of spring break, on April 12th."

"Checking calendar here... well

I'm

in luck, at least. Not a party weekend. So I'm free. Count me in if you get enough responses to make it work."

"Will do. Steven?"

"Suzanne?"

"You can sleep with me if you want. Gonna bring Emily?"

"Of course I want, and Em, Deb, and Ellie will be at our sides just like last time. You aren't serious with anybody?"

"No, sadly. Both situations I was working on last time didn't pan out."

"That's a shame. You are too beautiful of a person to not have somebody."

"Thank you, Steven. Dating at my age is challenging, to say the least. Oh... you're welcome to tell Debbie we're working on this even though nothing is final."

"I will. She's in our kitchen right now."

"Why am I not surprised?" Suzanne chuckles. "I'll call when we have something."

"Standing by, Suze. Looking forward to it."

"Me too. G'bye, Steve."

"G'bye, Suzanne."

Steve ends the call, steps inside and sets the phone down on the charging pad in the kitchen. He leans into the counter, wistful in the memories of last year's reunion tournament, smiling in the recollection of many friends made.

Debbie interrupts his brief daydream. "I heard some of that, Steven. Are you and Coach Winston planning something?"

"She is. A bunch of alums are wanting to reprise last year's reunion tournament, and are requesting my presence."

"Oh,

that's

not a surprise!" she laughs. "Any date yet?"

"Saturday, April 12th seems to be where she's going with it."

"Spring break. Makes sense. Probably won't have the dorms this time."

"She didn't say, but I suspect you're right. She'll let us know."

"Okay. Interested in some tub time? My head needs a breather."

"Gather Em and we'll do it."

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It

did

turn out that the football team luxury dorms were not available like they were last year, so Suzanne booked a block of rooms at a hotel near the school for the alumni volleyball girls, this time for both Friday and Saturday nights.

No problem reserving the small gymnasium for the Saturday event. Suzanne is in charge of that facility, anyway.

Steve and Emily just stepped up to the registration counter at the hotel, each carrying a light duffle.

"How may I assist?" asks the pleasant young man at the desk. Name tag says, "Kurt".

"Hi. Reservation for Albertson. It should be with a team block."

The clerk presses a few keys and a puzzled expression washes across his face. He riffles through three stapled-together sheets that appear to be a group list.

"Uh. Mr. Albertson? I see you here in the system and found you on the list, but I see here you were upgraded to our executive two-bedroom suite on the fifth floor, for both nights. Is that right?"

Emily starts to chuckle. "Suzanne. Gotta be."

"No, I didn't make that change, but the event manager is a close friend and is either playing a joke on us, or maybe has... oh... okay. That's fine. Is the rest of the team on the same floor?"

"They are."

Emily giggles. Kurt looks at her with that "...something is going on here..." smirk, but quickly restores his professional expression.

"Two keys?" he asks.

"Four, while we're here."

Another "oh, geez" look. Kurt runs the cards and hands Steve the little envelope.

"Thank you, sir, for staying with us. Hope you and your friends have a good event. Please don't hesitate to call the front desk if you need anything at all."

"Thank you, Kurt."

Steve and Em step away and head toward the elevator lobby.

"He was sorta cute, Stevie."

Steve sighs, "Don't start that shit here, Em. At least not with staff."

"Awwww..." as she reaches for a side hug. "You think...?"

"That you can cruise the bar? I don't see why not. You bring anything to wear for that?"

"Uh huh. The blue..."

"Ohgawd. That blue cotton dress? Damn, Em. It's what started all the trouble with Nick."

"I know! It works! Thank you for getting it for me!"

He sighs, stares at the floor, and shakes his head.

Steve presses the 'up' button. A car is waiting and they step in. Doors start to close and a slender and cute young lady comes barreling into the lobby, hollering "Hold the door!", just squeezing through but not making eye contact with the two already in the car.

"Gawd," Steve mumbles, smiling and anticipating at least a hug.

The girl glances up. "Huh?

Oh! OH! Coach! Ohmygawd!

"

Emily laughs as the sweet young thing takes a flying leap into a big hug with Steven.

"Hi, Cassie. Nice to see you. Sooner than I expected, however."

"Emily? Do you mind?"

"Of course not!"

Cassie goes for a big, sloppy kiss, backs off, and goes in for another one. "Coach? Are we going to do what we did last time? Please?"

The elevator doors open, Cassie jumps off, and the three step out. Steve glances at the room direction sign and leads them down the hall to his and Emily's suite.

"'Coach' is for the gym and court, sweetie. You can call me 'Stevie' when it's just you and me and my lovers. And I was thinking special time for us was a possibility if you were here. Up to you, mostly. You staying at the hotel with everybody, I guess?"

"Yeah. Didn't want to miss out on any partying. Now that

you're here

, there's certainly going to be a lot of

that!

"

"Not my intent, but if it happens, it happens. Anybody you know of sneaking in boyfriends?"

"Maybe a couple. Don't tell Coach Winston."

"Won't need to. She'll know. Coaches are that way."

"Oh, you're so right. Emily? Do you really not mind that I will be taking your man?"

"I don't. I thought you knew we shared our lovers."

"It didn't make a lot of sense then. Uh... don't know how to ask this... but would you... you know..."

Emily grins. "Go to bed with you, too?"

Cassandra's face turns bright red.

"Cassie?" Steve chuckles. "You're a pistol most of the time. Why does that embarrass you?"

"I dunno. You guys are different, I guess. Not just one of the girls."

Steve has a key out and is opening the door to their suite.

"Cass? Come on in."

"Fancy!"

"Apparently Suzanne got this for me and the ladies." He closes the door.

Cassie's face flushes again. "And you and her. You guys were totally up-front about what was going on between you two. Something about love lost and then found again."

"Yes, you remember. Have a seat. Em? You never really answered Cassie's inquiry."

Emily sits next to Cassie and leans into her for a kiss, "Here." Cass is at first surprised by the unexpected offer, then reflex kicks-in and she kisses back.

They break. "There's your answer," Emily purrs. "We need to save it for later, however."

Cassandra says nothing as she lifts her sweatshirt over her head.

"Cassie?" Steve interrupts. "She's right. We need to save this for after the tournament. Focus that energy on your play. This time you girls need to show the rocking-chair crowd you know what you're doing. Besides..."

Cass and Emily laugh at that. Cass pulls her top back on. "Okay, Stevie. Besides

what?

"

"Lover's afterglow. Coach Winston and the other girls would see it all over you and how you and I interact during the tourney. Hard to hide."

"But Stevie! About all I'll be thinking about is having you!"

"Oh, sweetheart. Tamp it down. Like I said, focus. This is 'Coach' talking here. I know how you play. Libero's a tough spot, but you have the strength and reflexes for it

when you focus

. Like your studies."

"Aww. Coach Winston told you about that."

"She did. She said you're doing better."

"I'm trying."

"That's all we ask. Okay, you! You need to scoot out of here and let us get settled. Who you staying with?"

"Terrie, Mel, and Andrea."

"It's okay to tell them that you saw me and that I said 'hi'. Leave the rest out, okay?"

"They'll be all over me about that.

Everybody

saw you and me gettin' it on in the showers."

"That was the moment, sweetheart. Yes, you and I certainly clicked. That's a good thing. But do the best you can, and we'll see you at the gym tomorrow."

"Okay. Another kiss? One for both of you?"

He and Emily smile, and enthusiastically take her up on the offer, with hugs thrown in for good measure. Steve shows her out the door, her glancing back wistfully as she steps down the corridor.

"Another one, Stevie," Emily moans.

"You feeling left out?"

"Not at all. You have really good taste. It does puzzle me though."

"What's that?"

"With the exception of those two women you do at the hotel..."

"Julia and Rachel?"

"Yeah. Them. All the rest of 'em are bi, and you share them with me. You ever figure out why you attract that?"

"Never dwelled on it. My feminine and empathetic side, I guess."

"I can see that. You certainly relate at our level. That's really attractive."

"Thanks, sweetie. What are our plans?"

"Snack and drinks at the bar okay?"

"You gonna?"

"Absolutely. Pussy-fest tomorrow and probably tomorrow night. Since we're on the road, if I'm going to get any strange cock it'll have to be tonight. You okay with that?"

"Have at it."

=====

Emily muses to Steven, "Haven't seen the girls yet."

"Nuh uh. I figured they'd be here by now. You ready?"

Freshly showered, the pair are heading toward the elevators to catch a light meal at the bar.

"Gawd, Em," as they pause to wait for the lift. Steve has glanced at themselves in the mirror across from the doors. "I got that dress for you for obvious reasons, but... damn... it certainly

is

short. Turn around."

She softly giggles while she slowly pirouettes for her man.

"Shit. Just doing that I can see cheekage."

"I know. I thought that was the intent."

"Not by that much."

"You want me to go back and change?"

"No. How many you figurin' on tonight?"

"I really don't know, especially if I have to share with Deb and El."

"Assuming they're up for it."

"Trust me. They are."

"You guys talked about it?"

"Of course, you silly person!"

The doors open. Steve presses '1' after stepping in, and Em leans into him for a hug. He teases her by lifting her skirt and giving her bare butt a good two-handed squeeze.

"Somebody might see us!" she chuckles.

"Fine with me!" is Steve's retort.

Alas, their short journey is not interrupted.

The doors open, and after rounding the corner toward the registration desk, who should they run into? Ellie and Debbie. They're having a hard time convincing Kurt, the cute desk clerk, they have a room.

"Hi!" "Hi" "Owgawd, Hi!" There is a slightly chaotic exchange of hugs and kisses.

"Sweeties!" Steve glows. He reaches into his pocket. "Perfect timing." He hands them the little envelope with the room number on it containing the two remaining key cards.

Debbie asks, "Where are you two going?"

"Bar," Em quickly answers. "Snack and drinks."

Ellie snickers. "And by the looks of that dress, picking up guys."

"Wasn't that our plan?"

Debbie softly shoves Emily for saying that out loud.

Steve chuckles. "She told me."

"And you'd figure it out immediately, anyway!"

"Got that right! I get to watch."

"While you're fuckin' some volleyball cutie, no doubt."

Emily softly laughs, "He just turned one down."

Debbie guesses, "Cassie, right?"

"Asked her to wait, to concentrate on her game."

"That 'coach' thing of yours is only skin deep, it seems. She calling you 'Stevie', yet?"

"In private."

"Oooo. Boundary already crossed," Debbie smirks.

"Last year."

"Yeah, you two

were

animals in the locker room."

Kurt overheard some of that and is subtly shaking his head as he feigns looking at his computer screen.

Steve sighs. "You guys go change into bar clothes and meet us down there, okay?"

Debbie retorts, "We competing with Em?"

"Don't think there's any competition. Plenty to go around."

Debbie and Ellie step around the corner to the elevator lobby, softly laughing in anticipation of evening antics.

Steve and Emily locate the bar and take the two remaining adjacent empty barstools. Lady bartender glances to Steve, "Food menus?"

"Yes, please. Lemme ask you something. Dim lighting, your sexy outfit. Is this bar known for hookups?"

"This close to a big college? You bet. You? Never mind. Your friend. She's certainly dressed for it. Name's Lydia."

"Her idea. Steve, and Emily."

"Nice to meet you. Something?"

"Blue Moon for me, Stella for her. Tall."

Lydia hands Steve menus for both, starts pouring, and looks to Steve. "Have to ask. Cute and young and clearly with

you.

I see the way you two look to each other. Yet she's dressed for pickups. And you're a biscuit. Do you... uh... mess around?"

"We do. We're swingers. Two more of our gang will be down here shortly."

"I get off at 10:30."

"No, you'll be getting off around 11:00 or so."

Emily is chuckling to herself knowing that was "classic Steve," and Lydia

laughs

, immediately getting the joke, and the

gist

of the joke.

"He always like this?" she asks Em.

"Uh huh. Just wait until the others get here."

"Both women?"

Emily just grins.

"Gawd. What have just I walked into?"

"A fun time," Steve deadpans.

"Do they?"

"All three, and both. Yes."

"Orgy."

"Yes."

"Fuck."

"Yes. As often and as many as possible."

Lydia laughs, "

You are something else!

Do you have a party room?"

"527."

Emily is cracking up.

"Uh huh. You planned this."

"Nope. Friend we are sharing the room with swapped our reservation around. It was a surprise when we got here."

"Friend?"

"Old flame. Long story."

"I can imagine you are full of 'em." Emily raises her eyebrows and nods. "You guys ready to order?"

Lydia takes their requests, smiling and shaking her head at the whole scene the entire time. She steps away to put in the food order.

Ellie and Debbie walk up behind Steve and Em.

"Holy smokes you guys!" Steve is startled. "You serious?"

Both are showing entirely too much skin, especially more leg than would be legal out on the street. Steve reaches to caress a thigh on Debbie. It's a loving touch, but his intent is to "check". Uh huh. Thought so.