The Hamptons' House

1991 - Part 1

Three years has an uncanny ability to both be a really long time and almost no time at all. You had expected that Tony Stark's adamance that in three years he'd hold another orgy and the two of you could 'reassess where you were' would never happen. It was crazy to pretend that either of you would even keep track of each other, let alone keep in touch, let alone want to participate in another orgy after three years apart.

But here you were pulling your car up to the house in the Hamptons that you had fallen in love with three years ago.

To say a lot had happened in those three years would be an understatement. At 21 you felt like a whole other person to the freshly out of high school, about to start college girl you'd been at 18 when you'd shown up to the Stark's house the last time.

You weren't quite sure why you'd come. Tony hadn't exactly been good at keeping in touch. You'd gotten a few calls in the first month or so, but they petered out and stopped by the time college had started. You'd sent a birthday card to him each year, just because it had meant a lot to you that he'd let you stay that week. He'd never sent you anything in return. So when the invitation showed up in the mail you were quite shocked.

To begin with, you'd thought you'd ignore it. Too long had passed. You weren't that girl anymore. In the end, curiosity had gotten the better of you. This party was being held for a reason. That reason was, Tony wanted to see you and this was when he'd said he'd do it.

The party was already in full swing when you got out, and the front door was wide open. It struck you this time how crazy that was. The Starks were celebrities and the youngest didn't seem to care who had access to him or his family's things.

The music was loud and when you made your way past the people milling in the entry into the living room, you found a DJ set up near the bar playing Janet Jackson loud enough that the bass speakers looked like they were about to blow out their cones.

You bypassed the bar intent on finding Tony. You wanted to see him first before you committed to actually staying at the party. People were already in various states of undress on the couch and while you were definitely much more sexually open than you were three years ago, you weren't quite sure you were a 'dive into an orgy right away' type of person.

You went through the house and out to the pool area to find Tony with two women hanging off him as he nursed a glass of what you assumed was Scotch. He saw you and his eyes lit up, immediately shaking off the women he was with and beelining straight for you.

"Cookie! You came!" he said, holding his arms out wide.

You moved into them, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his neck. It felt oddly familiar as he closed his arms around you. It had been three years since you'd been in this man's arms. You'd been teenagers back then and it had lasted all of a week but it was like sliding into a warm comfortable bath.

"Had to see where you were up to in your life," you murmured against him.

He rubbed your back and nosed at your cheek. "I wasn't sure if you'd do it," he whispered. "You're gonna stay the week right?"

"Yeah. My things are in the car," you replied.

He hummed softly, holding you for a moment. It was oddly soft and loving considering the setting. When he kissed your cheek and pulled back he was back to being party Tony again.

"Is Rhodey here?" you asked.

Tony smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a little so you could get a glimpse of what he might look like when he was older. "My little honey bear? No. He's in the Air Force now and after the last orgy, he has said never again. But he'll be here tomorrow. You might even get to meet my parents. But I guess we'll see," he said and put his arm around your waist. "Now, let's get you a drink and we should find some shenanigans to get up to. What are you thinking? You, me, and another girl? A guy? Just diving into the middle of a group and seeing how messy we are by the time we get out of it?"