The Naiads: Chapter Four
“The Naiads of Thessaly Springs” is the story of Wendell Connors, a recently divorced man of middle age, who has taken residence at an apartment complex. His neighbors, he soon finds, are a trio of beautiful college girls who love throwing parties.
In previous chapters, Wendell met Ashley, the exuberant blonde of the trio, and quickly developed an attraction to her after she tripped and fell into his arms when her heel broke. Wendell offered to repair the heel and have it ready for her the following morning. Wendell then spent an evening researching photos of Ashley on the internet and, to his own surprise, found he could not resist the temptation to masturbate onto her shoe and send her an anonymous photo of his erection for her.
Ashely visited his apartment the following day and was very pleased at how soft and supple the leather of her shoe felt after Wendell had conditioned it with his special polish. Before Wendell could begin his seduction though, Ashley’s dwrk and flirty roommate Sierra arrived unexpectedly, followed by Alexis, her other roomie, an intriguing red head of classically curvaceous proportions.
We now meet some of their party guests as they arrive for an evening at Thessaly Springs apartments.
The naiads of Greek mythology were water nymphs who often interacted with mortals.
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We heard knocking and commotion from the entryway and I opened my front door. There, filling the space between my door and Ashley’s apartment, stood five pretty girls holding six-packs of flavored beer, bags of chips and snacks, a few bottles of liquor and lots of soft drinks. They were a picture. There I stood, surrounded by beautiful young women, all dressed for a party in outfits that showed their beautiful legs and shapely bodies. The air was filled with perfume and chirpy girlish voices and laughter. I was introduced randomly as Ashley and Sierra and Alexis greeted their guests. “Will there be room in our refrigerator for all of this?” Sierra asked Ashley.
“There is no way we can drink all this! This is crazy!” A very pretty girl with long, silky, straight blonde hair said, alarmed it seemed at the mere presence of so much alcohol.
Sierra said to her, “Heather, don’t worry girl, we just want to make sure we don’t run out. Nobody’s saying we have to drink it all. Let’s you and me go get some wild berry coolers just for us. Come on.” As she pulled her past me, Sierra said, “Mr. Connors! This is Heather!” She wore a dark shirt dress with shiny silver and blue embroidery that set off her long straight blonde hair. She glanced at me to exchange greetings but before we could so much as nod to each other, Sierra continued pulling her toward the parking lot.
I heard a voice ask, “Who else is coming?” Alexis replied, “Denise, for sure. And…” she paused dramatically as if queueing a drum roll, “Paige.” At my side I heard Ashley gasp. “Oh my god! Did you tell Sierra?” Alexis smiled broadly and I knew the answer somehow, even if I had no idea why it mattered. “No.” Alexis stared at Ashley for her reaction, which was an amused and stunned silence.
“Paige and Sierra and Denise? Oh hell yes this is going to unforgettable.” That was said by the girl I met next, a very shapely girl who was dressed to show her every full curve. Ashley followed my eyes and introduced me to her. “Katrina, this is our friend and neighbor, Wendell Connors.” Katrina shot her large dark eyes at me and stepped toward me. She leaned forward very sharply to offer her hand and a generous view down her blouse at her coffee colored breasts, with nipples just barely concealed in sheer demi cups. Brightly painted smiling lips and large dark eyes prettily shaded made the moment memorable, but when she turned to enter Ashley’s apartment I saw her magnificent round ass, covered in tight white stretch jeans with an inseam being swallowed between her lush cheeks. I wanted to watch it swivel as she walked away and I was sorry both that I had to conceal my interest in her butt and that I would have to wait for another occasion to get acquainted with her. My eyes went from her ass down her legs to the high heeled shoes laced from instep to shin up the front. Amazing girl, I thought. I looked down at Ashley who stood at my side. She smiled her knowing smile and said to me only, “Nice isn’t it?” I sighed and, having no reason to try to conceal my interest, said quietly to her, “Very impressive, yes.”
I then met Rebekah, who wore a long white open shirt dress over a demure blouse and black slacks with a thin gold belt. She was the most vocal of the girls and one to cut right to the point. Upon learning I lived alone and across the way to the girls, she said, “And how much extra did you pay for for this location!?” I smiled and told her not a penny, that it was a reward for living well. Rebekah rolled her eyes while Ashley and her roommates gave a collective, “Awww! That’s so niiiice!”
“Living well includes staring a hole Katrina’s ass, does it!” I probably blushed visibly while Rebekah smiled at me waiting for my reply, which was a rather lame, “Oh that. I thought she had something on her … Uhh….” Rebekah nodded and said, “Its okay. It’s hard not notice that Cadillac booty on her. She will be happy you like it, Mr. Connors.”
I decided not to ask any of them to call me Wendell just yet. We were only just meeting and for all I knew would never chat again anyway, and they were simply being polite and respectful. I noticed again all the drinks and snacks they carried and to Ashley I said, “If you need more fridge space, please, use mine. It’s practically empty.”
“Oh that’s perfect, Wendell! Thank you!” Alexis replied. I saw Ashley give her a look as if to say, “He was just being nice! We can’t impose on him.”
I noted she was the only one to use my first name, so far. I remember wondering then, as I have since, if Alexis and I may not have a natural mental telepathy going on. I offered to help one girl, the quietest of the group whose name I did not catch, with the case of bottled water she was struggling with. “Please dear, let me.” She allowed me to relieve her of the burden as Ashley stepped over to us and said, “And this is Chloe. Heather’s younger sister.”
“Chloe. I like that name,” I told her. “Freshly in bloom.” Chloe smiled and said, “Yes. Not many people know that. They think it’s short for something else.”
Chloe was slender and youthful and bright eyed, though very reserved, not unlike how her sister Heather had been described to me. Her most striking feature was her long, lush, flowing yellow hair that fell in curvy waves down to her waist. She wore a plum colored dress with long sleeves that flared at the wrists, recalling a sort of 60s mod look, with black leggings and ankle-high boots. We shared a smile for a moment before Ashley added, “Mr. Connors reads all the classics. He would know that!” Chloe smiled again as I turned to carry the water bottles to my refrigerator. “Well you girls feel free to come on in when you need to refill your supplies. I will be in all evening. I don’t mind at all.”
Chloe turned to follow the others into their apartment, while Alexis held the door open for them. The last girl to meet was a very pretty brunette who appeared much younger than the others. She had been waiting quietly, but with a sweetly amused smile, for Chloe to enter Ashley’s door with her, even while Alexis stood waiting and watching for her to come in. She had dark brown hair with reddish accents that was parted in the middle and flowed in gentle waves over her shoulders. She wore a dark top that was not quite long enough to meet the waistband of her short floral print skirt, which allowed a little peek at her baby-curvy little tummy, but not enough to show her navel, I noted with mild disappointment. Her pretty slender thighs framed the dangling sleeves of a little denim jacket she had tied around her waist. I noticed her from the behinning, in my periphery, as I met the others, and looked forward to the moment we would be introduced.
Ashley, ever observant, noticed my attention had shifted. “Alexa, meet our new neighbor Mr. Connors. He’s super sweet. Mr. Connors, this is Alexa.” Alexa now looked at me and nodded and said a very quiet “Nice to meet you” which may have ended with a ‘sir” but she spoke so faintly I wasn’t sure. I’m not one to shake hands with females unless they offer their hand, but in Alexa’s case, I wanted the chance to make an impression. I raised the water case to my shoulder and stepped toward her with my hand outstretched. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alexa. You will have to forgive me, I’m not sure what the name “Alexa” might mean. I’m certain I have never met one who wasn’t beautiful.”
Alexa smiled politely but was neither visibly impressed nor put off by the compliment from a man old enough to be her father. She took my hand and I gave hers a gently squeeze. I was happy that mine was warm from holding the hot coffee, then the water, and noticed hers was slightly damp. I noticed later, as I hoped I would, that this brief contact would leave a trace of her scent on my fingers, the sweet, tangy, citrusy scent I’ve come to associate with her. I was enchanted.
“Be careful with him, Lexie,” Alexis said. “In five minutes he’ll have you’re phone number and at least two pics of you.” Alexa looked at her, not understanding, then back at me while Ashley laughed.
“I will explain that remark later, Alexa, but I promise you I’m harmless.” I decided to mention the the obvious and, I was sure, common observation about their names. “It must get confusing among you all with your two names being so similar.”
Alexa shrugged her shoulders and said, “Not really. I mean, no. My name is really Alexis too, but I go by Alexa. Or Alex. And one person calls me Lexie.” She looked at Alexis, who was that one person.
Alexis said, “Its a cute nickname.” I heard Alexa, standing nearer to me now than to her, mutter quietly, “For a puppy, yeah.” She did not care for the nickname.
“I like Alexa and Alexis. Probably comes from Alexander the Great. That’s a namesake to take pride in. Not like Wendell.” The girls laughed politely at that before starting toward the apartment door. “Well you girls have fun tonight. I promise if anyone calls the cops it won’t be me.”
Back in my own apartment, after putting the water bottles into my refrigerator, I heard a short knock then turned to see Ashley peeking into my doorway. “You’re really too nice, Mr. Connors. Thanks so much. I hope we won’t be a bother tonight.” I noticed she had left her shoe on the coffee table and I retrieved it for her. I handed it to her and said, “You’re a perfect delight Ashley. All of you are. It’s my pleasure. Now, don’t forget to bring me the other one soon.”
She smiled and said, “I will later. I’m sure I’ll be popping in and out night.”
After she closed the door I sat with my laptop to make notes of names and descriptions of the girls I had just met. I wanted to remember them so I could greet them personally in future comings and goings. Chloe certainly made an impression, and her sister Heather, the unwitting subject of the party tonight, or at least the object of Sierra’s pursuits. Even in our brief meeting, before she was yanked from my view, she struck me as a pretty, fun, very kind girl. I made a special note about Alexa, recording Sierra’s remark that she is Alexis’s “protege.” She seemed to have arrived with Chloe, though Chloe was Heather’s younger sister. I was very curious about her age. If I had met her in any other circumstance I would guess she was 15, but not many fifteen year olds party with college girls. Chloe was younger too, but she was with her older sister. That happens. Alexa must be someone very special to Alexis then.
I began to feel very anxious, very expectant. It just seemed to be in the air that something sexual was going to happen to me soon, and these girls would be involved somehow. I reached for a pipe from my pipe rack, filled it with fresh tobaccco and lit it. It had been years since I could smoke my own pipe in my own home. I poured a tall tumbler of scotch to go with it and sat back in my reading chair, in bachelor luxury, recalling every detail of the girls I had just met, looking for clues in the things they said, for meanings in their subtle looks and movements upon meeting me. I was indulging myself, I knew, probably making way too much of meaningless things, but it felt so good.
Sierra. Bold. Sexy. Fix her faucet.
Alexis. Varga girl red head. Classic figure. Intuitive. Install her shower head. (What is she doing with Alexa?)
Heather. Willowy blonde. Sierra’s target for tonight.
Katrina. That ass. Get on my face! Those legs. Those shoes.
Rebekah. Cleavage. Eyes. And a mouth.
Chloe. Rapunzel in blonde.
Alexa. Alexis. Lexie. l****a. Almost certainly i*****l. What a way to go.
Ashley. Pink perfect Ashley.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, replaying the meetings and the excitement of being surrounded by eight young girls, eager for fun. The knock on Ashley’s door across the entry….
I pulled my dick out of Ashley’s mouth and opened the door. There stood five smoking hot young honeys, craving fresh man cum. Five pairs of hungry girly eyes stared at my throbbing cock as it pulsed and winked at each of them, still dripping with Ashley’s spit. Their mouths fell open. Alexa, the most shocked of all, exclaimed “Will there be room in our young teenage pussies for all that?!”
The closest girl to me, Chloe, fell to her knees as I grabbed a handful of her golden tresses to pull her mouth onto my swollen knob, which began shooting thick hot streams of man goo onto all of their fresh young faces. “There is no way we can drink all of this! It’s crazy!” Heather watched her sister’s angelic face take two blinding shots of cum straight from my dick at point blank range. To Chloe I said, “This will make you bloom, pretty baby.” Chloe wiped her eyes and licked my nectar from her fingertips. “Not many men know how to treat me. They think I want something else.”
As Chloe kneeled in worship my classically beautiful penis and partake of the delicacy it shot forth, Katrina stepped behind her, leaned forward and opened her blouse to expose her supple breasts, nipples erect, and begged, “Oh god yes at last some real man cream for my coffee colored tits.” She reached for my dong and grasped it in her hand, aiming my man nozzle right onto her jiggling titties. My cream stuck to them like frosting. She raised my shaft higher to let the arcs of sperm fly into her open mouth and onto her prettily painted eyes. She got her fill and turned to bend over. I pushed Chloe aside to get a clear shot at Katrina’s beautifully billowing ass. The inseam of her jeans broke away and my jizz rained in waves on her perfect pear shaped ass. I heard Ashley behind me say to her, “Nice isn’t it?”
Katrina wiggled her ass as my man sauce covered it with shot after shot. “Yessss!” I said to Katrina, “You’ll get it deep in that Cadillac booty, you little cock tease! This is one dick you’re going to take hard.”
“Oooo yes Mr. Connors! I deserve it! I’ve been so bad, teasing teenage boy pricks. I deserve a hard lesson from a man who does it as well as you. Be bad to me baby!”
Rebekah stood by watching with arms folded, acting so cool and unaffected, and said, “And spunking all over young girls next door is doing it well?” My cock grew longer at her disrespect and I wagged it hard at her, slapping her impertinent beautiful face. “What did you say? WHAT DID YOU SAY!?” I demanded. I placed my hand on top of her head and pushed her down onto her knees. I stroked my shaft furiously and emptied a load onto her cheeks and lips. Her smile told me she thought she had won, as if she were saying, “You fell for that old trick? I WANTED you to facial me you horny old perv!” At that realization I smiled back at her and said, “You have something on your face, Rebekah.”
I heard Alexa and Heather sigh, “Awww…” I eyed Heather for my next target. Sierra noticed and said, “Go on girl. Have a taste of Wendell juice. And I want to see you drink it all!” Heather stared at my still dripping and spurting dick, now beet red and raging. “Oh my god this is crazy!” Sierra got behind her and bent Heather’s knees for her. Down she went, now kneeling where her little sister had been only moments before, with Sierra holding her down by her shoulders. She looked sweet and helpless and a more gentle feeling came over me. “Open your mouth, sweetie. Close your eyes.” Heather nodded and obeyed as I pressed the tip of my cock into her mouth like a plum and served her a shot of my sweet juice. “That’s enough.” Sierra said. “I want to make sure he don’t run out!”
My eyes then turned to Alexa. Perfectly adorable Alexa. She had looked on quietly and unmoved. So young, I thought. So innocent. “I’ll serve you something special later, baby. And I assure you I’m gentle.” She looked into my eyes and said, very coolly, “Its okay. I’m no little puppy. After five minutes with you you’ll have my perfectly adorable pussy dripping on your handsome mature face. And two hands full of my still developing titties.”
I sensed Alexis’s eyes on me. I turned to her and heard her say without speaking. “That one is mine, Wendell. I tend to that plumbing.” I smiled at her, shook the last drops of cum off my dick, sprinkling Heather and Chloe and Katrina, and zipped up. I told her silently, “Oh, is she? I’m getting a rather different impression, Alexis.”
Alexis. I had not sent her the photo yet. I bookmarked my fantasy scene for later and took another swig of scotch. My balls were aching to cum by then but I wanted to send Alexis’s pinup photo to her, both because I said I would and, more importantly, to establish texting contact. I first opted to store it in my laptop. I made a new folder for photos there and, in an act of supreme confidence, titled it, “the girls next door,” certain more photos of them would follow. I put Ashley’s folder in it, and made one for Alexa’s picture. “I think I’ll have a few strokes to your pretty little ass right now, sweetie,” I said to Alexis’s photo as she stared into my eyes, flirting and teasing. I then remembered my email and chat accounts. I was curious about any new replies so I decided to check that before settling in for a nice stroke session over Alexis.
My dick pic to Ashley had apparently been making some rounds. I had emails from various new contacts who all had something to say about it. ”
“Nice dick! Whose is it?”
“That’s a LOT of cum!’
“Nobody every did that for me ):”
And a chat invite from a user named “Kit Kat.” I hoped of course that Kit Kat was Ashley but there was no reply, oddly, from her email address. She had seen the picture and forwarded it to friends. For all I knew, my cock was being rated and studied by the entire cheerleading squad. I sipped my Scotch and felt my dick twitch again in my jeans, smiling I heard myself say, “I have a nice dick!”