VIII: Hypersexual:

 

Hostel Fun:

Simone’s Notes:

Lust is any intense desire or craving for self gratification. Lust can mean strictly sexual lust, although it is also common to speak of a "lust for life", "lust for blood (bloodlust for short)", or a "lust for power" or other goals. Lust is key tool in sex. It is pretty helpful, but yet it can eat people alive without warning and take over are minds. Lust is the wisteria in the garden of love so to speak.

“Holy crap, Falman! Stop the car!” Breda yelled out on the same Saturday morning. The warrant officer pulled the car to a complete stop. They were on the open road coming back from another base after delivering some equipment to them. The men had to stay over due to the rain. Now, they were heading home, or so they thought. “What is it?” Falman asked annoyed. “LOOK!” the lt. called out. The warrant officer looked ahead. Two girls stood along the highway up ahead. They below looked to be college-aged. They were flagging them down for a ride. “Let’s give them a lift!” Breda said quickly. Falman was uneasy about that suggestion. “You sure about that?” he asked. “The colonel expects us back today.” “Aw come on!” the lt. argued playfully. “We just can’t two ladies stranded along the road. Let’s just pick them up and drop them off to where they want to go.” The warrant officer thought about that for a moment. It was clear the lt. wanted to get into this sex game and get laid. “Pleaseee!” Breda said harmlessly. “Well…” Vato said. His pal kept looking at him innocently. The warrant office sighed as he gave up. “Alright!” he called. “We’ll pick them up!” Breda grinned in pride. “You won’t regret it, my friend!” he called. Vato just sighed to himself annoyed.

The men drove up to the ladies flagging them down. Now, they got a better look at the girls. They were about Simone’s age. One had long red hair that curled at the ends neatly with short bangs and deep hazel eyes. The other had brown hair in a shot boyish cut with lilac-blue eyes. Both had on neatly pressed uniforms of dark green and plaid short skirts, white long-sleeved blouses, black stockings, classy black dress shoes, and black neck ties. They had gym bags with them as luggage. The men found themselves aroused by them. Falman rolled down the window quickly. “Need a ride, ladies?” he asked like a gentleman. “Yes please!” the red-hair chirped. Then, the men reached behind and unlocked the doors. “Get in!” Breda called. The girls rushed forward in delight and got into the car. Once they got settled inside, Falman started the car again and drove off.

“Thanks for stopping!” the red-head said once they started driving. “We over slept and our friends left us behind. I thought we would be stuck at the crowded pool hall!” “So what brings you girls out here to Amestris?” Breda asked to strike up a conversation. “We’re here on spring break!” the brunette replied. “Really?” the lt. asked sounding interested. “Uh-huh!” she answered. “What university are you from?” Breda asked. “Liverpool!” both girls answered. “So you’re English?” he asked as he began to step into phase two of the flirting game. Falman rolled his eyes to himself. “Leech!” he thought. “Yes sir,” the girls answered. “I see,” Breda replied. “We know somebody like you. She’s English too and studying sexology. Say, what are you majoring in?” “I’m studying foreign languages,” the red-head answered. “She’s working on her sociology major.” The brunette rolled her eyes in boredom. “Aw come on!” she called. “I don’t want to talk about school while we’re on vacation! I want to relax and party!” The red-head laughed. “You always want to do that, break or not!” she replied. “And why not?” her friend asked.

“So where are you staying at during your break?” Falman cut in. “Water Villa!” both girls answered cheerfully. “That’s a hostel, right?” Breda asked resuming the game again. “Correct!” the red-hair said as was playing with her hair. “We’re surrounded by nothing but women!” the brunette sighed aloud jokingly. “The smell of women is everywhere! It’s nice to be around men once in a while!” Falman and Breda smiled to themselves like demons. “You’re military men?” the brunette asked in return. “Yes ma’am!” Falman replied boldly. “Central’s finest under col. Mustang!” “What are your ranks?” she asked. “I’m a warrant officer,” the driver answered. “And my friend here is a lieutenant.” “Interesting.” the brunette replied. “We haven’t seen any men around since last night. It’s nice to run into some. Especially military men!” The men smiled in pride to themselves. “You said that you were studying foreign languages,” Breda said to the red-head in a naughty tone. “How many do you know?” “Four,” the girl answered. “French, Spanish, English, and Italian.” “Ooo! Say something in French now!” the lt. said quickly. The red-head looked away blushing. “Oh no, I couldn’t!” “Aw, come on!” Breda encouraged. “You do it so well!” the friend passed. “Come on!” Breda and the friend pushed. The red-head sighed. “Alright,” she said in humble defeat. “Je suis mes vacances de ressort d'université de Liverpool. Je suis de dix-neuf ans et choisis. J'aime des garçons, l'Europe, chocolat, sous-vętements vilains.” Silence was all around in the car. Breda stared at her like a dog in heat. Falman kept smiling to himself. The red-head blushed after saying that. “I don’t know what you just said,” Breda spoke at last. “But that sounded sexy!” The red-head’s blush grew even quicker.

“That’s where we’re staying!” the brunette spoke up as she pointed ahead. The men looked forward. An elegant white building stood up ahead of them. A waterfall was running behind it. A garden was in full bloom from the rain last night. A small pond sat in the middle of the entry path. The windows were all open to let in some fresh air. “Nice place!” Breda commented. “Thanks!” the girls both said. Then, they gathered their bags and got out of the car. The girls turned back to their new friends. “Come on in!” the red-head called. “Meet our friends! They’ll e happy to see men as well!” “Aw, we couldn’t…” Falman began. “We have to get back to work!” “Pleaseee!” the brunette pleaded. “Yes, please come in!” the red-head chimed in. “Come on,” Breda encouraged his buddy. “The colonel doesn’t expect us until noon! We can stay for a few hours!” Falman sighed again. “Okay,” he replied. “But then, we leave after lunch!” The girls and Breda were excited. “Great!” the ladies said quickly. Then, the men got out the car and followed the girls inside the hostel.

Inside was just as nice! Everything was completely Asian. Clean tamami mats were all over the floor. Soft waterfalls ran in the background to add peace in the air. Small wall speakers were playing traditional koto music everywhere. A mini juice bar was open and running near the back exit. The receptions desk was polished oak and a smooth gold. Landscape paintings hung on the moss green walls neatly. Flowers were arranged gracefully. Soft brightly colored floor cushions were neatly set all around for the guests. A low black and gold sofa sat back up against the wall to add to the Asian charm. Modern magazines covered a low glass and marble coffee table. Hand painted blue and white vases completely the whole look to the lobby. A bead curtain separated the lobby from the friends. Vato and Heymans were amazed. “Really nice!” Breda called. “Isn’t it?” Falman replied. The girls just smiled to themselves. “Wait until you see our rooms!” the red-head called. Then, she went to the receptions desk and signed in her guests. Vato and Heymans kept looking around. “I’ll show you down to the dining hall,” the brunette spoke up. “Great!” Breda said. “I’ll catch you later!” the red-head called. “Okay!” her friend replied. Then, she and the men headed down to the dining hall.

The chow hall was heaven! The walls were a soft hazy green. The room was completely bright due to the open windows. A sky light on the ceiling was up above the people as they ate. The tables were all low and made of light wicker. The girls all sat and their knees eating. The food booths were open and filled with food. Drinks were perfectly cold in the cooler. The food was all fresh and appetizing. The menu board was black and hung on the back wall. Today’s lunch was sub sandwiches and chips with a chocolate brownie or hot soup with chips. The men couldn’t believe their eyes. Surely this had to be a dream. Falman shook his head wildly. The image didn’t change. This place was still wonderful. “Falman!” Breda whispered to him. “Why are they staring at us for?” “Huh?” he friend asked as he looked with him. Everyone in the dining hall was staring at them in shock. “Uhh….” Breda said as he tried to fix the peace again. “Hi girls…” The brunette giggled. “Oh don’t mind them,” she replied. “They are surprised to see men here too.” And with that, the men were mobbed with girls as if they were famous rock stars. Vato and Heymans enjoyed the attention completely.

Falman and Breda spent the afternoon with their new lady friends. They had lunch with them and talked on and on. The girls were entertained with stories about work at Central and some of the wars that the military had been involved in. They were all having fun when Vato looked up at the blue and gold clock on the dining hall wall. “Oh crap!” he called. “We really need to be going now!” “Awww!” the girls called. “Please stay!” one of them pleaded. “But we can’t.” Vato said calmly. “We have work at Central.” “But it’s close to dinner now!” another one called. “Please stay the night.” “You can even sleep in my bed!” a third one called. “But we have to go.” Breda said. “Awww!” the girls said again. “Quick! Slash their tires so they’ll have to stay!” one girl joked. “Come on now,” the lt. said. “No need for that measure, girls.” “Please stay!” they pleaded again. The girls kept pleading for their new guy friends to stay. At long last, Falman and Breda finally agreed to do so.

The men found themselves at home in a couple of the dorms. The dorms were the size of a normal hotel room. The floors were all tamami mats. The walls were a pale emerald green. A closet took up the whole wall. Small windows were covered with dark red curtains. Ikebana-style flowers added to the simplicity of the rooms. Some of the rooms had bunk beds and other had futons. They were black and red at the fames and sheets. The girls had their bags and things on the floor near the corner. Each room had a stern cedar desk and black leather chair for the girls to do their homework if they wanted. Black ceiling fans were lightly turned on to help the air circulate to keep the freshness. The darkness added to the effect of a college sleepover here. The men took off their jackets and flung them to the floor in the dorms. They expected to get sleep tonight and leave in the morning. Boy did they have another thing coming! No sooner had they settled into me, the fun really started!

Breda was in a futon bed were he heard the door slide open wide. He slowly looked up to see his little red-headed friend from earlier. She was dressed in only black little bra and panties smiling at him. Her breasts were full and plump. That waist on her had dangerous curves on it. Her hips were perfection addition to her hot little body. The lt.’s nose began to bleed slightly. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The girl smiled to herself wickedly. “Do like what you see, lt.?” she asked lustfully. Breda nodded in heated desire. “Do you want me?” the red-head asked. The lt. quickly sat up. “Could you speak French again?” he asked in rush. The girl smiled at him lustfully. “Alles, das du magst.” she replied with a perfect French accent this time. That made the lt.’s night! Then, the red-head hurried forward and crawled into bed with him. In another room, one of the other girls was woken up by shaking on her bottom bunk caused by Falman and the brunette girl. The other girl grinned to herself. She wanted to get in on the action as well. So, the girl got out of bed, climbed down ladder, and joined them in the bed. Pretty soon, more girls joined both men in bed. Nobody got any sleep tonight!