Making sleeping arrangements

I'd like to say that I was able to keep track of all the conversations, but my mind became a bit of a whirl as the night began to wear on. At times I'd find myself admiring the peacock feather sleeve that Helen had drawn for my wife, before delving into a kiss with the artist or another of her admiring fans. It was a fun idea really, and I imagined my wife with the piece multiple times, especially while Charlotte's hand occasionally toyed across her skin.

I realized that I hadn't heard any part of the conversation for at least the last twenty minutes, my eyes simply drifting over the women in the cabin. They had been talking, smiling, laughing. I think I learned at least four different new phrases in two different languages, but I don't think any of it really translates well to English. All I do remember is that the words had been sweet, and loving and the conversations back and forth had ranged across the gamut.

I couldn't help but imagine the fact that I was literally inside every single woman in the cabin. The thought that each one might be pregnant ran through my head, and a twinge of fear ran through my stomach with the realization that my fantasy might be actually becoming a reality. It just seemed to heighten the excitement however, and I found my gaze drifting to each of the women in turn, imagining how it would feel to hold their swelling bodies. My eyes drooped at the thought, and I realized I was exhausted in every sense of the word. I needed to rest and I needed to do it before I fell asleep where I sat.

"Uh... I'm... getting ready to pack it in." I rubbed at my face carefully.

"Oh, is tha stud all worn out?" Charlotte laughed from around a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie.

"Yep. So... if anybody wants to join me... I call dibs on the bed." I jerked my thumb at the bedroom door and carefully picked my way across the floor.

"Well, I mean, it's been fun... and I don't really want to drive all the way home." Maria commented. She was clad in a pair of sweatpants and a short sleeved t-shirt with a stenciled badge over her left breast, which she had changed into after her shower. She no longer had any of the makeup, and resembled more of how I remembered her from the time when I was on the floor with handcuffs on.

"Well there really isn't enough room for everybody in the main bedroom." Kaila noted. "And there's really only two beds. Three and three would work."

"Well, somebody could always sleep in the bathtub." I noted. "Or the Van. Hmmm, Kaila honey, remember that bet we made..."

"Oh come on, don't be a jerk." Kaila laughed. "You just want to spend the night with the new girls."

"See, now that's hospitality right dere. I am all over dat idea." Nikki flipped over her phone. "OH Look who FINALLY decided to text..." She glanced at it and shook her head. She pressed her fist against her forehead and inhaled heavily through her nose before rapidly jamming her fingers down on the screen for a moment. Once she had completed the action, she looked at the quizzical group about her. "You don't... I'm staying too. Just made up my mind for certain."

I glanced about at the women in the cabin. Well, it was my call to make, after all. I knew that I probably had only enough energy in me for MAYBE one more session, and that wasn't likely before at least a couple hours of sleep. I had a sudden urge to punish Kaila run through my head, as well as a few other fun ideas which came to mind. Course, the urge to just fall into the bed was there as well. Love, lust and a few other simpler desires ran through me. as I contemplated what to do.