Louis Collins: A Post-American Odyssey

Louis woke up to Maeve’s soft snoring beside him. He opened his eyes and saw the sun setting over the Pacific. The sky was orange and pink. The music had changed to a more relaxed reggae beat. He sat up, careful not to wake Maeve. He looked around the pool. His parents were talking with the Bourbons by the barbecue. Serana, Charles and Jacques were still in the pool, splashing each other. Angelique walked toward the cabana, a towel wrapped around her waist. She sat on the edge of the daybed.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” Louis said, running a hand through his hair. “What’s up?”

“We played volleyball,” she said, her eyes on the sleeping Maeve. “It was fun. Donya is surprisingly competitive.”

“I can imagine,” Louis said, smiling.

“Venessa got some good shots of us,” Angelique said. “I took a look. We look happy. Like a real family.”

“We are,” Louis said.

“Yeah.” Angelique looked at him. “I was thinking about what we talked about last night. About revenge.”

“And?”

“I still want it,” she said. “But I also want this. More than I thought I would.”

“Me too.”

Angelique leaned in and kissed him. “Good.”

Maeve stirred beside him. Her eyes fluttered open. She looked at Louis and Angelique.

“Hey,” she said, her voice hoarse.

“Hey,” Louis said. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” Maeve said, sitting up. “What did I miss?”

“Volleyball and more drinks,” Angelique said. “The party’s still going, but it’s winding down.”

Maeve looked at the sky. “It’s pretty.”

“It is,” Louis said, standing up. “Come on. Let’s find the others and get changed. Dinner will be soon.”

Maeve and Angelique took the hands he offered and stood. He led them back to the main pool. Gladice, Willa and Savannah were sitting on lounge chairs, talking and laughing. Cherish and Donya were in the hot tub, their heads resting against the edge.

“I think I’m going to live in this hot tub,” Donya said, closing her eyes.

“Me too,” Cherish said.

Gladice saw them and waved. “Hey! The sleepyheads are up!”

“We were just resting,” Louis said.

“Sure you were,” Gladice said, winking. “We all know what ‘resting’ means.”

Maeve blushed. “I was actually sleeping.”

“Right.”

Louis laughed. “We are going to get changed. Let’s try our new clothes. And then we can go to dinner.”

“Good idea.” Savannah stood up, stretching her arms. “I’d like to see my new closet.”

Cherish and Donya got out of the hot tub. Everyone stopped at the poolside showers and rinsed off in their swimsuits. Staff handed them thick towels when they finished. They wrapped themselves in the towels and followed Louis toward the house.

“Your staff are so… attentive,” Cherish said, her eyes wide.

“That’s their job, Cherry,” Louis said. “They are the best.”

“I feel bad for them.”

“Don’t be,” Angelique said. “They are well paid. And they like working here. Or they wouldn’t be here.”

“I guess,” Cherish said.

“Where’s Auriel, by the way?” Louis asked. “Haven’t seen her since the pool party started.”

“She’s been sleeping, I think,” Gladice said. “She was complaining about jet lag.”

“Good for her,” Willa said. “She needs it.”

Louis led them back to his bedroom. Their new clothes were already hanging in the spacious closets, sorted by name. Cherish walked to her drawer and opened it. Her eyes widened.

“Wow. I still can’t believe it.”

“I told you. We have the best,” Louis said, opening his own wardrobe. He glanced at the others. “Are we going to change in here together?”

“Why not?” Gladice said, taking off her wet swimsuit. “We’ve seen it all now.” Louis’s cock twitched as he watched her ass while she walked to her drawer.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s start with the fun stuff.”

She pulled out a blue lace set and held the bra against her chest. It was sheer, with narrow straps crossing between the cups.

Willa came to stand beside her. “Try it on.”

Gladice stepped into the thong, pulling it up slowly. She hooked the bra behind her back and adjusted the straps. The blue lace fit closely over her breasts, while the thong sat low on her hips. She looked at herself in the mirror and turned once.

“How does it look?” she asked.

“Hot.” Louis looked her over.

Gladice grinned. “I know.”

Angelique lifted a cream silk set from another drawer and examined the stitching. “This will fit Donya.”

Donya looked up. “Me?”

“Yes.” Angelique handed her the set. “Try it.”

Donya took it with both hands. “It’s very pretty.”

“It is,” Angelique said. “And you should wear pretty things.”

Donya looked down at the silk and smiled. She stepped behind a screen, paused, and looked back at the others. Then she came back out and changed beside them, her cheeks flushed but her chin raised.

Louis watched Donya take off her wet swimsuit. Her large breasts bounced as she freed them. She pulled on the cream silk and adjust the straps. The set fit closely across her breasts and hips. Donya looked down at herself, then over at him. He smiled. She smiled back, then looked away.

Willa had chosen a pale pink set. She removed her swimsuit, dried herself, and put it on beside the mirror. She adjusted the straps and waistband until they sat evenly, then turned sideways to inspect the fit. The pale pink made her skin look even lighter.

Louis sat on the padded bench with his swim shorts off. His cock was already hard from watching Gladice and Donya change. Maeve stared. Cherish followed Maeve’s gaze and covered her face. Willa looked at Louis and raised one eyebrow.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Can you blame him?” Gladice said, adjusting her bra. “We look amazing.”

Louis rose from the bench and stepped closer to Willa. He ran one hand from her ribs to her hip. She leaned into his hand. He cupped one breast through the lace and felt her nipple harden beneath his palm. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her stomach.

“Don’t finish him yet,” Gladice said. “We haven’t even dressed.”

Willa laughed against his mouth, then pulled back. “Later.”

“You are killing me,” Louis said. “You know that?”

“Good,” Savannah said.

She had removed her orange bikini and changed into a dark burgundy set. The thong sat low on her hips, and the bra barely covered her breasts. She stood in front of Louis without trying to cover herself. Her body was lean and strong.

Louis crossed to her and slid a hand over her stomach. She let him continue, though her breathing quickened.

“Turn around,” he said.

Savannah turned her back to him. He ran both hands from her waist over her ass and down her thighs. He kissed her shoulder and slid one hand beneath the front of her panties. Savannah leaned back against him.

“Fuck, Louis.”

Angelique laughed. “We are expected for dinner soon.” She took a sheer purple lace set from the drawer. “So stop teasing her and get dressed.”

Louis groaned and withdrew his hand from Savannah’s panties.

“I can’t just leave it like this,” he said.

“Yes you can.” Savannah turned and gave his cock a hard squeeze. “And you will.”

Cherish chose a pale yellow cotton set with small bows on the straps. She held it up and looked from the set to Louis.

“Should I—”

“Yes,” he said. “Please.”

Cherish blushed, removed her robe and floral bikini, and dried herself with a towel. She slid the panties on first, then the bra, fumbling with the back hooks. Louis stepped closer and reached around her to fasten the clasp. His erection brushed her ass. Cherish looked up at him without moving away.

“Perfect,” he said.

She smiled and looked down. “Thank you.”

Maeve pulled out a white set with thin straps and a simple cut. She removed her black-and-red bikini and pulled the set on quickly. She stopped adjusting the straps when she noticed Louis watching her. He crossed to her and touched her ass.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

She rolled her eyes but leaned into his hand. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

Louis took a pair of silk boxer briefs from the folded stack and pulled them on. The fabric stretched tightly over his erection. Gladice noticed and laughed.

“That’s not going away soon, is it?”

“No,” Louis said. “It’s not.”

“Let me help.” She dropped to her knees and pulled the waistband down far enough to free his cock. She wrapped one hand around it and looked up at him. “Better.”

He groaned and rested a hand on the back of her head. Gladice gave him two slow, firm strokes, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She circled the head with her tongue and took half of him. Louis sucked in a breath. His hips pushed forward before he stopped himself. Gladice hummed around him, took more of him, and kept one hand around the base.

“Fuck,” he said.

Angelique watched from beside the wardrobe drawers, wearing a black dress she had not yet fastened, one shoulder strap hanging loose. She came closer without looking away from Louis. Cherish and Donya watched, both flushed. Maeve stared with her lips parted but did not look away. Savannah crossed her arms and watched. Willa leaned against the wall, rubbing herself through the front of her panties.

Gladice pulled back. “You like that?”

“I fucking love it.”

She kept stroking him while she looked at Maeve. “Want to try?”

Maeve flushed. “I don’t know how.”

“It’s easy,” Gladice said. “Just do what feels good. Don’t use your teeth.”

Maeve paused, then knelt beside Gladice. Gladice wrapped Maeve’s fingers around Louis’s cock and adjusted her grip. It felt amazing. Louis groaned.

“Like this?” Maeve asked.

“Yeah,” Gladice said. “Just like that.”

Maeve stroked him several times while watching his face. She leaned down, touched the tip with her tongue, and pulled back. Louis groaned. She did it again, then opened her mouth and took only the head at first. After a moment, she took a little more. Gladice let go and sat back on her heels.

“Good girl,” she said.

Maeve moved slowly at first, then settled into a steadier pace. Louis put one hand into her wet hair. She looked up at him without stopping, and he felt his cock pulse in her mouth. She pulled back, breathing hard.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Fuck yes,” Louis said. “You’re perfect.”

Maeve smiled, then took him again, deeper this time. Gladice rested a hand on her shoulder. Savannah moved closer and slipped one hand beneath the front of her panties. Willa kept rubbing herself through hers, while Cherish held Donya’s arm.

Louis knew he was close. Maeve’s mouth was warm around him as she took more of him and moved faster. Gladice gripped his thigh.

“I’m close,” he said.

Maeve pulled back and looked at Gladice. Gladice took over, tightened her grip, and stroked him faster. Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Louis gasped and gripped her shoulder. He came in her mouth with a sharp moan. Gladice swallowed, then pulled back and licked her lips. Maeve stared at her.

“Show-off,” Savannah said.

Gladice grinned. “What can I say? I have skills.”

Louis sat down on the padded bench and caught his breath. Angelique crossed to him and gave him a brief kiss.

“Now you can focus,” she said. “Get dressed.”

He laughed, stood, and pulled his silk boxer briefs back into place. He crossed to the wardrobe, pulled on a dark shirt and black trousers, then sat to put on his shoes. The shirt fit closely across his chest. He checked himself in the mirror and adjusted the collar. Behind him, the women were putting on their new clothes.

“Wow.” Cherish looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a pale green sundress with small white flowers. Donya helped her with bracelets and a necklace. “It’s so pretty.”

“It is,” Donya said, fastening the clasp of the necklace. “It suits you. And you look beautiful.”

Cherish looked at her reflection, smiling. “I feel like a princess.”

“You are, Cherry,” Louis said, walking up behind her. “You are all my princesses.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. She leaned into him, her head on his shoulder.

“You are sweet,” she said.

“You are sweeter.”

Maeve chose a black blouse and dark jeans. She looked at herself in the mirror, tugging at the sleeves.

“Too much?” she asked.

“Never,” Angelique said. “You look good. Tough. And sexy.”

Maeve looked at her. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Angelique said.

Savannah had changed into a blue dress with a high slit. She put on a pair of silver hoop earrings.

“Ready when you are,” she said, looking at Louis.

Willa and Gladice finished getting ready. Willa wore a navy pantsuit with a white silk blouse, while Gladice had chosen a red dress that hugged her curves.

“We look amazing,” Gladice said, admiring herself in the mirror.

“We do,” Willa agreed. “Let’s go.”

They left the room and walked downstairs.

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