It gets better, I guess

“If Captain Patterson had been at that party with us,” Katerina tells the pair, “he would have stopped those boys from harassing us.” The confidence that this pretty thing has in me may be a little misplaced, especially considering how I've been using Alison as my personal sex toy, but it strokes my ego all the same. To have three young women to myself like this has me more than a little turned on, even if two of them are out of bounds for me, I know that once they leave, I'm going to be more than ready to unload on Alison.

The coffee seems to be helping the trio sober up a little and talk settles down to almost normal topics like whether their classes will even continue after Thanksgiving. Gabby had the most of the three and she is still more than a little tipsy as she offers to refill my coffee.

“Let me fix that for you, Captain.” By now, all three of the girls have begun following Katerina's lead and are calling me 'Captain,' even Alison switches from her customary 'Mr. P.' to my imaginary rank. Gabby turns to the others as she pours the coffee. “My mom told me that even more than taking care of the passengers, the stewardesses were there to make sure the flight crew were taken care of.” The contrast between Alison's knowing smile and Katerina's blush is as revealing as it is predictable as the difference only grows when Gabby uses the creamer to continue her **** teasing.

“What's your preference, Captain. Do you like dark,” she strokes her dark brown hair, “milky white, or somewhere in the middle?” The way she glances first at Alison and then the blushing Katerina makes it pretty clear that she's not talking about my coffee any longer. Not in the mood to back down I respond to her teasing with a quip of my own.

“It depends on the time of day.” I grin easily, “In the morning it's good to have something strong and dark to help get me up. by the middle of the day, I like things a little smoother, and there's nothing better than extra-creamy to help me get to bed at night.”

This brings a giggle from Gabby, even more fidgeting from Katerina and action from Alison.

“OK girls,” she climbs to her feet with a newfound determination. “Time for us to leave Mr. P. alone and go get out of these outfits and into something more comfortable.” A few minutes later I am alone downstairs and only the faint sounds of laughter and the empty plates and cups are left as reminders of the little party. I am putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when I hear Alison calling from the living room.

“I hope you don't mind, Captain.” She smiles sweetly, “the girls and I just wanted to thank you again for being so understanding before we settled down. We didn't mean to get drunk, Sir. We promise.”

All the wicked thoughts of these three in their pajamas engaging in pillow fights or tickle-wars up on Alison's bed come rushing back in full **** and I have to use every ounce of control I have not to stare lustfully at the three nearly perfect figures standing before me. What the fuck is Alison thinking letting her friends come down dressed like this?