As we walked past the longhouse where our actual hotel room was (rather than the place where’d been working each other over) I noticed Mike was limping a little. I looked at him, questioningly.
“My nuts are fucking killing me,” he said, then laughed. Like he couldn’t believe he’d said it, either. “All this build up with no release. My balls are so blue, they could appear in the fireworks show tonight.”
I wasn’t going to talk about it that way, but I wasn’t exactly comfortable either. Despite all the time that had passed, my dick wasn’t going down, and my balls were aching along with it. Much as I was glad that I’d stopped things before, I was kind of hating myself for it at the same time.
“I know the girls are feeling the same,” Mike said. “I swear, Cassie fucking Summers. That woman is going to be the death of us all.”
*
That morning, when we’d gone to EPCOT, Allison had predicted that the front of the park would be empty by the evening. Sure enough, as we went through the gates once again, the area was almost empty. There were plenty of people in the park, but the majority had migrated towards the back. We raced around like gleeful children, pinballing from ride to ride, the only waits being the time it took to walk from one experience to the next.
On the monorail ride over, Cassie, clearly trying to be diplomatic, had declared that ‘date day’ was now over and we were free to return to our regularly scheduled relationships. Now that we were at EPCOT however, that didn’t exactly happen. And so, we ended up recombining in all sorts of unexpected ways.
We rushed up the ramp to Spaceship: Earth (I couldn’t stop thinking of it as the giant golf ball). The cars were set up in fours, with two groups of two, and somehow Cassie and I ended up designing our future together while Emily worked with Allison. The beautiful blonde and I ended up going on vacation in space, for what it’s worth.
After that, we hurried over to The Land and got on Soarin’. This ride was one long row, so I sat with Emily and Allison on either side of me, each of us squeezing each other’s hands as we slowly lifted off the floor. Emily squealed as we rushed over Mount Everest. I didn’t want to say it, but I recognized that sound, intimately. And now the rest of our row did, too.
Allison then insisted we get on Living with the Land, a slow boat ride through a green house. We split into two groups of three this time, and for some reason we agreed it should break boys and girls. So, I learned about growing squash while squished between Mike and Jack. That was less exciting.
When we got off the boat, Allison marched us right across the park towards Test Track. When we were about halfway there, Cassie reached out and grabbed Allison’s arm.
“Can we slow down for a second?” the beautiful blonde asked. She was panting hard. This was a woman who was in pretty darn good shape and even she couldn’t keep up with amazing, athletic Allison. “I need a breather.”
“Listen, when it comes to sex stuff, you’re in charge,” Allison said, “But Disney is my domain. Got it?”
Cassie gulped and nodded her agreement.
When we got to the ride, however, for the first time that evening, we saw there was a line. But it was only thirty minutes, and after all that racing around, I think we were all glad for the break. Even if we kept that a secret from our tireless leader.
Emily, however, opted out entirely. “I’m not doing coasters today,” she said, “On top of everything else.”
I was about to tell her I’d wait with her, but she stopped me before I could start.
“I’m going to feel guilty if I keep you from having fun all the time,” Emily said, “Seriously, all of you go or I’m telling housekeeping where the stains on the bungalow floor really came from.”
That was enough to shut us up, and so we found a bench for Emily to sit on and wait.
“You sure you don’t want company?” Jack asked, but to my astonishment, my wife even turned him down.
“I’ll be fine,” Emily said, “I’m a big girl. Maybe I’ll do one of the other rides in the meantime.”
“Fine, but don’t do Mission to Mars,” Allison said, “They spin you superfast to simulate G-forces and if you can’t handle Slinky, that ride will rip your head right off. Even I can’t do it.”
Emily nodded at her friend, seriously. Again, I felt a warmth of emotion flood me about our friend. The athletic blonde woman cared about my wife, and it meant the world to me.
So, Allison and I ended up building a car while Jack, Mike and Cassie went in on theirs. Allison tried to make it a competition, of course. But Cassie was so bubbly and chill, she was impossible to rile up.
“I hate her,” Allison said in a private moment, the other three over at another kiosk and away from us. “I truly do.”
I looked over at Allison, shocked. To this point, she had managed to be mostly diplomatic about everything. Her anger seemed to come out of nowhere.
“And you know what’s the worst thing? The absolute worst?” Allison asked me. I shook my head. “I think that I’m starting to like her.”
She grinned at me, tightly, then burst into a spluttering laugh. I reached down to the screen where we were building our car and squeezed Allison’s hand, warmly. She roughly pushed me away.
“Don’t screw up my build,” she said, snarling.
After we did the ride and Allison ‘won’ (she declared us the winner, I have no idea what actual metrics she used and no one was going to argue with her), we walked back out into EPCOT proper. The sky was quickly darkening, and a bright orange/purple hue glowed hot out of the west. The park lit up for early evening, lovely.
We found Emily right where we’d left her on the bench. I noticed an empty cup of alcohol next to her.
“I met Baymax,” she said, “The big, white robot guy. He was nice. Then I found more food booths down the way.”
“I can see that,” Cassie said, grinning.
“How many drinky-drinks are we up to now?” Allison asked.
“Just the one,” Emily said, but her response was so defensive I started to wonder.
We gathered up my wife and walked back to the center of the park. We passed a few high, dark walls on the way, clearly marked as a place where they were building a new attraction.
“It feels like there’s construction going on everywhere,” Emily commented, as we walked past.
“Disney,” Allison said, as if that one word explained it all. “It’d take a real disaster to slow this place down.”
*
We’d done all the rides we wanted to do, and our stomachs were all complaining about the lack of attention. So, we headed back to World Showcase and the Food and Wine Festival. Since we’d gone toward Canada in the morning, this time, we turned to the left and walked up to Mexico. Again, however, we made a fatal mistake.
Allison pulled us inside the Aztec pyramid saying it was one of her favorite places in all the parks. Inside, the building was set up like a small Mexican town in the early evening, with a slowly smoking volcano at the back. The atmosphere was quite nice, and I could see why Allison enjoyed it.