Henry's girls

Chapter 10

I was hoping for a nooner before Texan left for London, but there was very little activity in their villa all day. I reasoned that she was probably sleeping off our excesses, as was I, albeit by dozing on a lounger in the shade. I wondered if she'd told Iris about my stamina. 

The sun glittered across the water as I pondered the previous night. I felt sated, my sexual tension gone. I was also rather proud that I'd worn out the legendary Texan, who's appetites were publicly reported as insatiable. All the hours I'd spent in the gym getting my physique ready for the Superman role had definitely paid off in a way that I'd never have predicted. 

I fixed myself a light lunch and was just finishing it when Janine strolled past in one of her teeny bikinis. "Good afternoon," I called out. 

She stopped and I was rewarded with a beaming smile."Well hello Mr Superman," she teased, "I'm just dropping off some of Doc's patented 'over-used vagina cure' to Texan. I gather it was all your fault?" She grinned as she said it. 

"What on earth...?" I began, wondering what she was on about.

 She held up a carton of cranberry juice and a tube of something."Arnica cream. You actually managed to wear Texan out. Bravo Henry." Her eyes twinkled as she spoke. "It'll be my turn soon. Texan tested your stamina, I want to test out your technique...."

 "I look forward to it," I told her, trying not to sound as excited as I felt. I watched as she sashayed away, her peachy cheeks swaying provocatively as she went over to the villa Texan was staying in. She really did have the most perfect body I'd ever seen.

 I should have been a little bit miffed that the girls had assumed that they could pass me around amongst themselves, but instead, it just felt Bohemian, embracing the creative ideal that sex should be a form of fun and friendship, rather than something to be ashamed of. I also suspected at least a couple of them would be intrigued as to how I made Texan walk bandy. I just hoped that Iris had been suitably impressed. 

It was quite a turnaround for me, as I'd spent a lot of time and effort avoiding certain types of women, convinced that they'd have an agenda, or getting annoyed that they went shy or froze when it actually came down to getting naked. I vowed that if I was ever in that position again, I'd be kinder and more understanding. Holding that thought, I dozed off again, too tired and sleepy from my lack of shut-eye the previous night to stay awake any longer.I was woken by my phone ringing, its shrill ringtone piercing my rather lovely dream about Iris. I answered it groggily. "Hello?" I hadn't bothered to look at the screen.

 "Hen! So you're still alive?" The not so dulcet tones of my brother pierced my brain fog.

 "Of course I'm still alive, I'm just on vacation. I told you I was going. Whats up?"

 "Where are you?""San Vinco. Why?" 

"My missus is visiting her parents next week and I'm at a loose end, so I thought I'd fly over to see you. Spend a bit of quality time and all that." 

Now I generally enjoyed the company of my brother and in normal circumstances would've been delighted to spend a week or so having bro time. We would eat junk, drink too much beer, watch sport on telly and take great delight in going feral. The fly in that particular ointment was that I had my very own harem in the neighbouring villas and it wasn't something I wanted to be the subject of discussion at the next family dinner. My brothers ribbed me enough as it was.All my family were happily married, committed family men who took their vows seriously. The fact that I was planning to shag my way through seven women to win the one I really wanted would be a totally alien concept and one which would make my mother freak."Erm..." I tailed off. 

"What? I thought it was just a vacation?" barked Charlie. 

"It is...""Have you got a woman there?" he asked, catching on quickly.

 "Sort of," I admitted. 

"Whaddaya mean sort of? You either have or you haven't."

 I took a deep breath, "Women, plural."

 Silence (probably a stunned one). Eventually he said; "Well, if that's what you're into, who am I to judge?" He paused, "how many?"

 "Eight" 

"Christ! All at the same time? You'll be withered away by the time you get back to LA." He began to laugh.

 "Noo! One at a time, well so far anyway. It's a complicated story." 

"Must be. You can tell me in great detail when I arrive Saturday. Text me the address. I need to see this for myself." 

The phone went dead. I sighed loudly. No doubt Charlie would be on the phone to the others, sharing my news. They'd all find it hilarious, of course, and yet again I'd spend the next family occasion being the butt of all the ribbing. If they all saw the women involved, they'd be as jealous as hell. I vowed to get some photos to shut the buggers up. 

Texan popped over to say goodbye before she left for England with Rachelle, who looked effortlessly stylish in a floaty pantsuit. "You'll still be here when we get back?" Rachelle asked, throwing Texan a look which I didn't understand.

 "Yep, I'm here for a while. Enjoy your time in London Ladies. Can I have a picture before you go?"

 "Of course," said Texan, grabbing Rachelle for a side on pose. I grabbed my phone and snapped some pics before Texan grabbed my phone and snapped some selfies whith her a Rachelle either side of me, each kissing my cheeks, Texan aggressively, leaving a red lip-print, Rachelle, softer, more seductive.Blowing kisses, they said goodbye and strolled round to Texan's car. Two minutes later I heard them zoom off, rock music blasting from the sound system. Idly I wondered how two sisters could be so different. 

Janine, she'd be next on my list.