Deadly Chemistry

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Part I
The Edge

1
Run!

I STOOD in the gravel parking lot and watched the moving van leave, followed by Rev. and Mrs. Gordon in their car. Hannah’s face was pressed against the passenger window of Sarah’s old Mercedes as the two slowly followed their parents. Tears were streaming from Hannah’s eyes and the window was fogging. Sarah was in no better shape as she wiped her eyes so she could see to pull out onto the highway.

It had been a week-and-a-half since we got the news they were moving. Hannah and I spent all the time we could together and with the rest of our girlfriends and boyfriends. I helped her pack. Everything we put in boxes was accompanied by a tear. When I looked into her eyes, I saw desperation… maybe fear. Now she was leaving.

Leaving.

“Son, we’d better go now, too,” Dad said with his hand on my shoulder. We were just one of the many families who had come to give the Gordons a tearful send-off. Tears weren’t all. I couldn’t breathe. I kept taking short little gasps of air, not able to get enough air to fill my lungs. My whole body was trembling. I’d kissed both girls tenderly and hugged them to me.

“We’ll make it work somehow,” I’d said. I’d even believed my own words.

Now the powder blue Mercedes was out of sight and people were returning to their cars.

“No,” I whispered. “No! NO!” I screamed. I wrenched myself out from under Dad’s hand and started to run. I ran out of the parking lot and turned to follow them, knowing they were already a mile ahead of me. Something shifted in my mind and I stretched my legs as I yelled again. “No!”

Of course, there was no way I could catch them—nothing I could do if I did. Once I hit the highway, I didn’t even contemplate following them. I just had to run. I had to do something and it was the only thing I could do. I wasn’t thinking. My body was just doing.

When I saw the creek trail, I turned and headed down it along the path to the elementary school and the pond where Hannah had told me she loved me. I splashed through the water and hit the path on the other side, somehow avoiding the roots that stretched out across the path as my legs ate up the ground. Every few steps, I’d repeat again, “No.” Before long, my shirt was soaked and salt stung my eyes as sweat dripped into them. I shook my head, repeated my mantra and kept running. I turned left on Range Road, already more than a mile from the church and headed out on the country block where we’d ridden our bikes together.

Every step was filled with something funny she’d said. Every thought was of her challenge to race. I ran, my legs stretching out and my arms pumping as I kept gasping more air into my lungs. When I turned onto Mosquito, I cut through a freshly plowed field and headed back toward the woods. I stretched to run harder screaming out my frustration as I pounded through the furrows. No! No! No! I was aware of the old oak as I passed it and leaped over the tree across the trail where Hannah had lain in ambush for me on my treasure hunt. When I hit the other side, I pounded back along the trails where we’d ridden the horses together and all too soon, I was running through the back pasture toward the barns, the startled horses turning to run with me.

As I came even with the barn I gave out. I was running and running and then my legs weren’t under me anymore and I was face-down in the pasture with the horses standing beside me snuffling as I tried to fill my lungs enough to cry some more.

Gone. She’s gone.

Mom and Dad saw me or heard me come out of the woods. Dad said later that he got a phone call from the neighbor whose field I ran through asking if I was training for cross-country this year and if I was all right. They were on the lookout for me and when I fell in the pasture, they came running with a bottle of water. I think Mom was ready to call for an ambulance. I wasn’t coherent when Dad picked me up and carried me to the guest room. He wasn’t going to climb the stairs with me. When I woke up and drank more water, Mom shoved me into the bathroom to take a shower and immediately stripped the sweat-soaked sheets off the guest room bed.

“I ran like that once,” Dad said when we sat down to dinner. Neither he nor Mom had said anything about my display. I’d spent a lot of time in the afternoon with the horses. Samantha had come over to work with them because she’d be house-sitting and caring for them while we were all gone this summer. It was supposed to be her and Hannah again. We were both quiet and only had a kiss and a hug before she went home.

“You never ran,” Mom laughed. “You didn’t even walk. You drove the tractor to come across the road to visit me.”

“No. There was the first time Pops tried to teach me to drive. You remember the old blue Falcon station wagon? Pops and I went to an auction over in Nappanee and he decided it was time to teach me to drive a stick shift. I figured what the heck. It must be just like driving the tractor. But it wasn’t. That car lurched and bucked and ground all the way back home with Pops sitting in the driver’s seat screaming at me. I killed the car turning in the driveway, jumped out and took off running and screaming at the top of my lungs. I probably didn’t run as far as you did, but I ended up under an apple tree out in Barone’s orchard.”

“How’d you learn to drive a stick?” I asked. It was kind of funny to hear Dad tell the story. He suddenly looked embarrassed.

“You probably don’t remember Mrs. Stackhouse,” Dad said. “She went to our church and was pushing seventy when I was a kid. I’m trying to think. She must have died ten years ago. Anyway, she asked if I’d be interested in a summer job mowing her lawn. Five dollars a week, which was big money in the sixties. I agreed, not thinking about how I was going to get to her place out by the lake. It was a good four miles away and I had to take the lawn mower.”

“What did you do?”

“I stole the truck,” Dad said. He laughed. “Pops was in the field cultivating the corn and I loaded the lawnmower and a gas can in the pickup, got the keys from the rack in the house, and drove it out to the lake.”

“You didn’t have a license yet!” Mom squealed.

“Yeah. There’s my dark criminal past. Auto theft and driving without a license.”

“But you weren’t caught?” I asked. “Got away with it?”

“Oh no. I was caught. Pop was waiting for me on the back porch when I pulled into the drive. He sat there chewing on that old cigar. You know, I don’t remember him ever smoking one of those. He’d just pull one out of his pocket and bite off a hunk. He waited until I’d put the mower away and cleaned it up. Then I went to face the music. In this instance, it was percussion. His belt on my ass for ten strokes.”

“I didn’t know Granddad beat you, Dad.”

“It was a different time back then. And it was the last time. He never said another word about it, but the next day he drove me, in the truck, to the license bureau to get my license.”

“I’m glad you didn’t try to teach me to drive,” I laughed.

“It wasn’t a bad summer after that,” Dad said. “You know that walnut headboard we have behind our bed. Of course, it doesn’t fit the king-size mattress, but I’ll never give that headboard up. I fastened it to the wall and just moved the bed up against it. Anyway, Mrs. Stackhouse gave that to me. Said it was all she had left of the bed she’d had when she was a girl. The rails had split and she’d given the footboard away but loved the headboard. It was in her basement and she said if I could get it out, I could have it. Spent most of the fall refinishing it.”

I don’t know how they did it, but just talking at the dinner table—something related but not related—helped me at least not be so sullen and desperate. I still hurt. I still cried myself to sleep while whispering words of love and comfort to Hannah hoping she’d just feel them. But I slept. I woke up in the morning at four-thirty, whispered a prayer for Hannah, and went out to run.

Running in the morning became my new routine. I didn’t run as far or as hard the next morning, but I put in a good three miles before I showered and fixed breakfast. Mom and Dad went to work and Sam showed up about ten. She gave me a big hug and we just went out and took care of the horses.

“Can we go for a ride?” she asked.

“It’s going to be your call when the horses get exercised,” I said. “I’m leaving Tuesday. It’s all up to you.”

“Brian…” I looked at her and saw the tears sparkling in her eyes. I held out my arms and she rushed into them.

“I’m sorry, Cutie. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m a little frayed around the edges.”

“We all are, Brian. I love her, too, and now I’m going to be alone here this summer to take care of the horses and I can’t even cook for your parents worth a damn. I’m afraid they’ll hate me and I’ll mess up and hurt the horses and burn the house down and wreck the truck. How am I going to survive without her and without you?” The words were out in a rush and Sam was silently crying against my shoulder.

“We’ll make it, sweetheart. Somehow, we’ll all survive this. I don’t know how. Somehow.” We saddled Rika and Jingo. Silk seemed content to head for the pasture to graze. Rika seemed to know that she was going to be Sam’s horse this summer.

“I’d invite someone to come stay with me,” Samantha said as we felt the comforting movement of the horses beneath us. “But even Liz isn’t that interested in the horses. My little sister keeps chanting how lucky I am and how unfair it is. I don’t feel lucky right now.” Rika side-stepped a little and Sam reached down to pat her neck. “Yes, sweet girl. I am lucky. You make everyone lucky.”

“Rika is calmer with you on her than anyone,” I said. “Have you been letting her snuffle your smooth, pretty legs?”

“You dog! I wouldn’t do… Hmm.” We laughed.

“Maybe you should invite Lexi to be here with you. Could you keep from killing your little sister?”

“Oh, we get along fine. She is so out there on the edge of girlie stuff. She’s really envious of the horses, though.”

“You’re kind of a girlie girl, too,” I said. “I can’t think of anyone else who would take the time and energy you do to be sure your legs are so soft and silky. And even today you put on makeup before you came out to the barn.”

“I didn’t think you noticed.”

“You were crying. There’s little black streaks on your cheeks.”

“You didn’t tell me that!” She started rubbing furiously at her cheeks.

“Hey.” I nudged Jingo over close to her reached out to stroke her cheek. “There are streaks on my cheeks, too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I love you, Brian. I know it’s different from Hannah and you, but I still love you.”

“There’s nothing wrong with different. I love you, too.”

“Maybe I will invite Lexi to join me if it’s okay with Mama Marilyn.”

“Would it feel too much like babysitting if you invited Judy, too?” I asked with a sudden inspiration.

“She and Lexi are practically glued together at the hip these days,” Sam said. “Do you think she’d like taking care of the horses?”

“I’m not sure, but she can cook.”

We rode back to the barn, rubbed down our horses and put them out to pasture. I turned and Samantha was standing so close to me that I almost knocked her down. We didn’t need a special signal or permission this time. It started as just a friendly kiss and progressed to sweet and passionate.

“Sam, honey. I’m not ready to do anything more right now. You know?”

“I know, love. I know. But please don’t go so long you forget how sweet my honey is and how smooth my lips are.”

Saturday morning, Whitney was waiting for me when I got back from my run. She’d already been at basketball camp for a week but was back home for the holiday weekend.

“I’ll get a shower and fix breakfast,” I said.

“Don’t bother. You’re just going to get dirty again,” she said. She grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the pasture. Usually, we just worked out on the cement, but she wanted to be out in nature, I guess. We stood side-by-side and did our forms for about twenty minutes, working on being in synch with each other. I hadn’t been doing them this week—well, ever since I started running. I’d forgotten how peaceful they made me feel. Whitney spun around to face me as we finished the last exercise. She bowed to me, which I ungracefully returned. “I’m going to attack,” she announced. “Defend yourself.”

I made the mistake of assuming that she was just going to go through the motions like we usually did. Her first blow to my chest knocked me on my ass.

“Hey!”

“Not much of a defense. Get up.” So that was how it was going to be. I jumped up, still rubbing where she’d hit me. I deflected the next two blows and stepped inside her kick to deliver a body punch myself. She’d gotten me mad and I didn’t hold it back. It was like hitting a brick wall. “I am a rock,” she said as she delivered another punch to my mid-section that knocked me down. If I was going to survive this latest batch of training, I needed to pay attention. I jumped to my feet and for the next ten minutes we were a blur of punches, kicks, and blocks. I don’t know when I saw the weakness, but there was something about Whitney’s stance when she blocked my hammer punch. I launched a series of them and while she blocked most, one hit and she stepped back. That was my cue. I stepped past her with my right foot and spun with my left rising to hit her in the chest. Whit went over my right leg and landed on the ground. She looked up at me and grinned. “Got any more of that arnica salve?”

I’d been reluctant at first, but Whitney got me in the shower with her and once I was there, my cock started to betray me as we washed each other. She smiled as she reached for it with her soapy hands.

“Whitney, I don’t think I’m ready,” I said as she closed the distance so our bodies were tight together.

“Unless you are taking back the permission you gave me to touch you in the shower, Brian, I’m not letting go. You should let go. It doesn’t mean you don’t love her. It just means you still love me.” She bent forward and kissed me and I kissed her back. “Let go, lover. Just relax and let it go.” I did. I didn’t think I’d ever be interested in sex again. I hadn’t so much as masturbated in two weeks. The session with Hannah in the hayloft wasn’t repeated, and even though we spent every possible moment together we could before she left, we hadn’t done more than kiss—deeply and intently. Whitney’s soapy hand on my cock coaxed two weeks’ worth of sperm from my balls and I sprayed all over her hand and stomach. She just kept kissing me until I was too sensitive to go on. We rinsed and toweled dry. Without bothering to dress she led me up to my room and lay on the bed. “Please rub some cream into my bruises,” she said.

I really looked at Whitney and was shocked at the number of black and blue marks on her body.

“God! Did I do all that to you? I’m not that bruised.”

“No. I’ve been sparring every day at camp. It’s brutal this year. We spend about as much time sparring as we do on the court. Ava is adamant that women know self-defense as well as they know basketball. I’ve trained for so long that I have an advantage over the other girls, but it’s still a good workout.”

“Ava?”

“Coach Christiansen. It’s pretty cool, Brian. There are only twelve of us girls in this camp—all juniors and seniors ready to play varsity. It’s just the twelve of us with two coaches. It’s a private camp and there are no men on the premises. You’d love the way we scrimmage.”

“I’d like to watch that.”

“You sure would. We play shirts and skins.”

“Whitney! That sounds awfully… uh… dangerous, you know.”

“It is. But we are all respectful of each other. If a girl says no to another girl, then that’s it. One of the things our coaches lectured us on was that we would never be able to tell another person no and mean it if we didn’t respect the term ourselves. I’ve had a couple naked kisses this week, but girls just don’t quite do for me what you do. Like how wet you’re making me between my legs.” I’d covered all the bruises and let my hand slip down across Whitney’s ripped stomach to her thick bush. She moaned as I pushed my finger down into the moistness.

“Oh my God! They’re naked!” a girl’s voice shouted from behind me.

“Aaack!” screamed a second. Their feet pounded down the stairs and I heard Sam laughing as she came up.

“Busted!” she said. “We called, but apparently you didn’t hear us. We can finish. They won’t come back up.”

“No. I’m finished now,” Whitney whimpered.

“Oh, girlfriend. I’m sorry,” Sam said. “I should have known you’d be together. Does this mean you’ll give me some loving tonight, too?”

“It will be difficult with the two kids in the room,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting them today.”

“They aren’t staying until Monday. Where are Jen and Court?”

“Not here yet. Probably not till after lunch. Mom and Dad are out buying groceries for all you guys for the next two weeks. I’d better go down and brief Judy on the kitchen. Are you sure you’re okay, love?” I asked Whitney.

“Yeah. For now. Don’t forget, though. There’s fireworks Monday night.”

In spite of the fact that Jennifer and Courtney were in bed with us, I was cuddled up to Samantha all Saturday night. Whitney, Lexi, and Judy all went home, although the two younger girls kept hinting that they were willing to be naked if that would get them an invitation for the night. Heaven help me!

Jennifer, Courtney, Sam, and I were probably the ones most affected by Hannah’s absence. It had been the five of us at the dude ranch nearly two years ago and whenever possible, we had been together since then. I think it was Courtney who began to tease Hannah out of her shell and into becoming a young woman. I still remember seeing that kiss in the bunkhouse. We were determined to care for each other and I had sort of promised Sam that I would make love with her before I took off. I hadn’t counted on the effect of having Courtney and Jennifer helping stimulate her. Sam liked to kiss the girls and touch their breasts but had never gone down on them. She screeched when she took me in her mouth and Jennifer touched Sam’s pleasure button. Courtney rode my face. It was a good thing her pussy was there to muffle my scream when Sam started whining her orgasm around my organ. That took Courtney over the edge as well. I was drained, but Court fell onto Jennifer and licked her to another climax as Samantha crawled up my body to hold me and kiss me. It was the third of July and the temperature was climbing to the mid-nineties with clear skies forecast. We didn’t cover ourselves and we didn’t let go of each other. By morning we were a very sweaty mess.

But when we settled down to sleep and I held Samantha in my arms as Jennifer and Courtney cuddled next to us, it was tears I wiped from her cheeks, not sweat.

I slid out from between Samantha and Courtney in the morning. Literally slid. There was so much sweat between us that our skins were slippery against each other. Samantha rolled to the spot I vacated and plastered her soaking body against Courtney, throwing an arm over her to hug Jennifer. I smiled at them. I couldn’t help myself. I reached over and rubbed Sam’s butt. All three of those perfect asses had been cuddled up next to me all night. I decided that as soon as I got a drink of water I’d rinse off and then go for a run so I didn’t bother to get dressed. I just grabbed my shorts and socks and went downstairs as quietly as possible. It was four-thirty in the morning so I knew I would be the only one awake.

Thought I would be.

I walked into the kitchen to get water and practically stumbled into Anna. She was looking out the kitchen window drinking a glass of water. Great minds, I guess. And…

“Anna! You’re naked!” She jumped and turned to face me.

“Oh! So are you! You startled me.” She didn’t make any move to cover herself up or to run away, so I got a glass and poured water. I was having a slight reaction. Jennifer was a good two inches taller than her mom now, but aside from that they both had the same fabulous build and full breasts. She looked me up and down frankly. “Hmm. Like father like son,” she said looking at my stiffening cock. “I can only assume that there are at least two if not three girls in similar attire in your bed, so why are you down here?”

“I was going to get some water then go for a run.”

“A run? In this? It’s four-thirty in the morning and the temperature is already over eighty.”

“Better to get it in now than wait until it gets hot,” I said. I was beginning to relax, but damn, Anna was just about as beautiful as her daughter.

“Well, you should at least put on a pair of shorts before you go. I think I’ll go find one of those that is… more accessible,” she said winking at me. She headed toward the kitchen door. Criminy, what an ass! “Oh, and Brian? It’s going to be a long hot summer. Get used to it.” I think she actually wiggled her ass at me a little before she disappeared. Maybe I should go back to bed.

I pulled my shorts and socks on and slipped into my running shoes at the door.

You wouldn’t believe what happened, I thought to Hannah as I ran. I wished she was with me. We’d be laughing about this encounter. What do you suppose she means that I should get used to it? Do you think they all plan to run around naked this summer? I don’t think I could ever get used to it. I dream about you at night, sweetheart. I dream about our morning together in the hayloft. Are you okay? You know I’d never hurt you. You can’t hear what I’m thinking, but I really need to talk to you sometimes.

I didn’t run quite as hard as I did when I took off after she left, but it was a good workout. Even in the thick humid air, I was running more easily, stretching my legs in the early morning half-light. I wondered why I never thought about running before. I guess because Hannah and I were always on our bikes. I sure hoped there was someplace near Anna’s house where I could run this summer. I was getting used to it.

2
Whatever Is Necessary

WE ALL WENT to Brenda’s house Sunday afternoon. It was hot and she had a pool. The pool had kids in it. Lots of them. After a quick dip to cool off, we all went back to Brenda’s back yard where eight girls spread out towels to lie in the sun. Brenda had a whispered conference with Cassie and she shrugged. Cassie and Whitney were the only girls in one-piece swimsuits. Cassie’s was just a regular swimsuit like the girls all wore for lessons at the school pool. Whitney’s was a lot more daring and the back plunged below her waist. In fact, the legs were cut so high that there was just a little strip of fabric between the cutout and her back. She looked really good. Brenda, Jennifer, Courtney, Samantha, Liz, and Rose all wore bikinis.

“Okay, everybody,” Brenda said. “Nobody can see into our back yard, so anyone who wants to lie out topless can.” With that, she pulled her top off and let those glorious big boobs go free. In about two seconds, only Cassie and Whitney had their tops on and I was one guy facing twelve beautiful breasts. Brenda tossed me a bottle of sunscreen. “Brian, please rub lotion on my body so I don’t burn.” She stretched out on her towel on her stomach which only served to push her boobs out to the side. The only part of her back that was covered was the lower part of her crack and pussy. Fuck!

There was a quick chorus of “Me, too” as all eight girls lay on their stomachs waiting for me to get to them. I let my cock lead the way as I knelt beside Brenda and massaged sunscreen into her back, arms, exposed sides of her boobs, her butt cheeks, and legs.

“You can’t spend too much time on anyone this first round,” Brenda whispered. “We really don’t want to get burned. We’ll turn over one at a time for the other side, though.” Other side. Shit! I turned to start on Liz. I was glad I was getting to her right away. Her fair, freckled skin could burn in an instant.

“Mmm. Later, lover?” Liz whispered. “Please?” I gently stroked her skin and was sure to knead her buttocks a bit, then I moved to Whitney. She’d pulled her straps off her shoulders and had them safely tucked under her arms but the net result was an uninterrupted exposure of her back and legs. Not much more was covered from this angle than with the topless two-piece girls.

“Yeah,” Whitney sighed. “Fireworks.” I moved on to Samantha. She’d been quick to shed her top, actually shaking her boobs at me with a grin before she rolled over on her towel. I’d held this naked beauty in my arms all night last night. I loved her. She reached behind her and gathered her bottoms into a bunch so they sank down in her crack. I took a liberal dollop of sunscreen and started with her butt, but I was sure not to spend too much time as I moved on to her legs and back and arms. Jennifer was squirming next to Samantha, reaching out to help me put sunscreen on her. I straddled Jen and made sure her back, butt, and legs were well covered with the lotion. She turned her head enough that I could lean over and kiss her.

I was surprised to find Cassie with her shoulder straps pulled off and under her arms as well. Of course, her suit was far more conservative than Whitney’s, so it only exposed her shoulders. I wasn’t sure about continuing down to her butt but she whispered, “Any exposed skin, Brian. I love you, too.” It wasn’t like she had a lot of butt to touch but I’d always been careful about Cassie. I touched her carefully and lovingly but tried not to be too sexual about it. When I coated the inside of her thighs, I heard her moan. She loved me, too?

Courtney’s bottoms were pushed down so they were just a single thread of fabric stretched tightly across the crease below her little bubble butt and down between her legs. I could smell her arousal as soon as I bent forward to put her lotion on. She wiggled beneath my hands and spread her legs slightly exposing the sensitive little pucker of her anus. “Be sure to put some on everything you see,” she whispered. I held the bottle up and let a stream dribble down her spine and right down her crack. She whimpered as I smoothed the cream over her skin and ran a finger down to tease her little red eye before I finished with her legs.

Rose was the last one in line. Dear, sweet Rose. Elaine was in summer stock and was staying in cast housing in Warsaw. She was already in her first show and had to leave our year-end party early. Hannah and Sarah were five hundred miles south of us at their new home. For some reason a tear hit her back before the lotion did. I didn’t rub the lotion in like I’d done with everyone else. I just caressed her skin with my moist hand as tears splashed against her. I smoothed the lotion over the soles of her feet and she rolled over. Rose lay beneath me looking up into my eyes. I could see she was crying, too. She took the bottle from my hands and poured a huge amount into her own hand. This she smeared on my chest and stomach in great globs.

“Rub it into both of us, love,” she whispered. She held out her arms to me and I descended to rub the lotion into her luxurious breasts and stomach with my body. While we embraced, she coated my back with more lotion and held me tightly against her. “I love you so much, Brian,” she breathed against my ear. “Would it hurt as much if it was me who moved away? Can I ever hope to mean that much to you?”

I lost it. I flattened myself out against Rose, squashing her breasts against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her and we lay on her towel together.

“Please don’t, Rose. Please don’t ever leave me. I love you. Do you all hear me?” I asked more loudly. “I love you all so much that losing any of you is too much to bear. You know I love Hannah. I’ve loved her since the lunchtime that she walked up to our table and introduced herself. I feel like a part of me has been torn out of my body. But I know you all love her, too. And I know you love me. And I love you so much. I’m so sorry that I’m not better for you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

For an answer, I got eight girls’ hands spreading lotion on me, holding me, rubbing against me. No one said anything, but they all had tears glistening in their eyes as they squirted more lotion into my hands and guided them to their breasts and stomachs and legs. Once Whitney sat up, her swimsuit simply fell away from her and she pulled my hands to her little tits, working them around until I’d coated her.

I looked up and saw Cassie hovering over me. She, too, put a little lotion in my hands and as I watched, pulled her suit down below her breasts. So pretty. So incredibly pretty.

“Any exposed skin,” she whispered, guiding my hands to her chest.

“Anybody need a ride home?” I asked. “We’ve got two cars going back to my place, I guess, so we’ve got more room.”

“Uh, Brian?” Rose said as she looked up at me. We were all just lounging around in Brenda’s basement with soft drinks. It was nearly midnight. We all had T-shirts on, but still had our swimsuits on under them. “We’re having a sleep-over.”

“Oh.” Clever. No wonder no one else was getting ready to leave. “Okay. Well… um… can I have a hug and a kiss before I go?”

“Why are you going?” Brenda asked. “Don’t you like us anymore?”

“I… uh… have midnight curfew. I have to get home.”

“But you’re staying here tonight,” Liz said.

“I am? I didn’t tell my folks anything.”

“If they were conscious after my mother had her way with them, she told them.” Jennifer giggled and there was an immediate confab.

“Really?” “Are they…?” “I thought so.”

“You mean we’re all sleeping here tonight?” Yeah. I was quick on the uptake. “I didn’t bring pajamas.”

“It’s too hot for pajamas,” Samantha said. “I plan to sleep naked.”

“But…” I glanced at Cassie. She blushed. I could still almost feel her tender breasts in the palms of my hands.

“It’s not required to go naked,” she said, answering my unasked question. “But I’m not going to tell on anyone. Anyone. I could never have spent the night at your house for a sleepover.”

“Oh.”

“Come and relax, Brian,” Brenda said. “You’ll know who you can and can’t touch and how. Cassie actually put it well. Any exposed skin. If a girl… or the boy… doesn’t want something touched, she won’t uncover it. Okay? Now let’s get ready for bed. If anyone didn’t bring a toothbrush, we’ve got a bunch of new ones in the bathroom. Help yourself. Anyone who wants to shower, please wait until those who just want to brush their teeth get done and then keep it short.”

I hadn’t brought anything with me but dry clothes that I figured I’d put on after we swam, but we never really changed clothes. When we went inside after we’d all soaked topless in the hot tub, we all pulled T-shirts on because it was chilly in the air-conditioned basement. I was handed a toothbrush and brushed my teeth beside Rose. I didn’t bother to shower since we’d been in the pool and then the hot tub, but some of the girls were concerned about chlorine on their skin and hair. I wandered into the family room where Brenda and Rose were spreading out the last of a thick layer of blankets. I helped smooth them out. Brenda looked at Rose and raised an eyebrow. Rose nodded. They looked at me. Their stare was so intent that I almost missed the fact that they were gathering the hems of their T-shirts up until they pulled them above their breasts and over their heads. Holy shit! The two most spectacular racks at St. Joe Valley. They didn’t stop there, though. As soon as they were certain they had my attention, they peeled their panties down their legs so they were completely naked in front of me. Then they reached down as if it were choreographed and each grabbed her foot and stretched it above her head in a standing splits. Except they were both really splitting. You’ve gotta love cheerleaders. They dropped their feet and both came to hug me. I was still in my T-shirt and trunks.

“Any exposed skin, Brian,” Rose whispered.

“Any exposed skin,” Brenda repeated.

I glanced behind me. Samantha and Liz were naked and approaching me for a hug. Whitney had a basketball jersey on. And apparently nothing else. My fantasy! Cassie still had a big T-shirt on and I was surprised to see both Jennifer and Courtney also wearing T-shirts. They winked at me and turned to talk to Cassie. Sam and Liz were hugging and kissing me from the front and Whitney from the back.

It was an interesting night. We did a lot of moving around and hugging and kissing on the blankets. After the very sexy display Rose and Brenda made, I made my way over to Cassie, Jennifer, and Courtney.

“Are you okay, Cass? This seems a little outside your comfort zone to me.”

“You are so sweet, Brian. That’s why I love you.” She paused and looked at me intently. “Wow. Really, Brian. With the whole news about Hannah and seeing how much you miss her and everyone misses her—me, too—it just makes me feel so much worse for the way I treated you when we were younger. I’m not going to do that again, Brian. I know I might never be your favorite and that we might never even be… uh… intimate with each other, but I’ll never hurt you like that again. I promise.”

“Cassie, honey, we were both too young back then to be doing what we… or I… tried to do. I’m sorry for the way I treated you.”

“Okay, that’s settled. Now you can kiss me. And just remember, you can touch any exposed skin.” I looked down at her. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt that came almost to her knees.

“I can’t reach your toes while we’re kissing anyway,” I laughed. I kissed her and she pressed against me, opening to a deeper and more intense kiss. She looked into my eyes again.

“Of course, if I were to pull my T-shirt up a little higher, you could probably reach my legs, right?” she asked. I could feel her pulling her shirt up in back with her right hand. She pulled my hand around her with her left and I could, indeed, reach her bare leg while we kissed again. She kept dragging my hand up as we kissed and the hem of her T-shirt kept getting higher until she was holding my hand in place on her bare butt and moaning into my mouth. She suddenly pulled my hand away and her shirt dropped once again. “All covered. Can’t touch me there, I guess.” She wrapped both arms around me tightly and squeezed until I thought all the breath was gone from my lungs. “It’s not because I don’t want to,” she whispered. I held her and rocked her and then she pushed me away into the arms of Jennifer and Courtney.

“You two are acting all reserved tonight,” I whispered to them as we kissed.

“We have you for the rest of the summer,” Jen whispered back. “You have other girlfriends who need attention tonight. And this way Cassie isn’t the only one covered.”

“I’m covered,” I laughed.

“Yeah. For a minute or so,” Court laughed. She pushed me toward Whitney.

“Hi again,” Whitney said. “How do you like my new nightie?”

“You are my fantasy, Whit,” I said. “I’ve already caught a glimpse of your little bits through the armholes.” The lights went out as people were settling in for the night.

“I don’t have the restriction of any exposed skin, Brian,” she whispered. It was an open invitation to let my hand slide inside her jersey through the armhole as we kissed. “Tomorrow’s my day. Better go to your next girlfriend before you light this firecracker.”

Whitney lay down beside Jennifer and cuddled up for the night as Samantha wrapped her arms around me.

“Can you lose this?” Sam asked as she tugged at my shirt. For Samantha? Anything. I pulled my T-shirt off and Samantha crushed her boobs against my chest. “Thank you for holding me and loving me last night,” she whispered to me. “I know it was difficult and that you are hurting as much as I am. Thank you for showing me you love me, too.”

“Oh, Sam. You know I do love you. And I know how close you are to Hannah. I felt like we shared that loss last night. Thank you for loving me like you do.”

“Now I’m going to cuddle up with Whitney, because you’ve got a girlfriend or two that is so excited, she’s dripping all over the blankets.” Sam kissed me again and then pushed me toward Liz, Rose, and Brenda before she lay down beside Whitney.

“I love you and all that jazz,” Liz said as she dragged me down on the blanket between her and Rose. Rose stroked my chest and cuddled up behind me. “Please touch me, Brian. Please show me how much you care for me and give me something to hold me for the rest of the summer. I need you.” We kissed and it heated up very fast from there. Liz dragged my hand straight to her hot, wet center and guided my fingers to her clit. She was wet and ready, ramping up faster than even I could.

Rose was reaching around me, her boobs pressed into my back and her hand rubbing first my nipples and then Liz’s. Liz whined into my mouth, trying to be quiet in the room full of our girlfriends, but pretty much screaming when her orgasm hit. She held my hand against her pussy as she panted, still shuddering as she came down from her high. “Thank you, lover. Thank you. When we are both seventeen, I want you to make love to me, Brian. I want you to push your cock into to me and make me feel like I’ve had all my fantasies fulfilled. And after we’ve made love, I want you to fuck me. Drive into me and conquer me with your cock, spraying into me while I come again and again.” She clamped her mouth over mine as I twitched my fingers against her clit and she came again. “Yesss,” she hissed. In a few minutes, we both came down and started breathing more easily. I felt Rose’s hand moving at my waistband where my hard cock was peeking out.

“Lose these?” Rose whispered in my ear. I lifted my hips as Rose and Liz dragged my trunks down exposing my erection. Rose tugged at me and Liz pushed, and in a few seconds, my cock was buried between Rose’s beautiful breasts. I loved the feeling, but with Rose having my cock held between her breasts and Liz pushing me away, there was nothing for my hands or mouth to fasten onto. The feelings I got through my cock and reaching for Rose’s tits was over the top incredible. I just yearned for something to fasten my mouth to.

Into the breech stepped Brenda. Her huge round areolae and fat nipple touched my lips. My tongue flicked out to touch it and I heard her gasp.

“Please, Brian? I know I’m not one of your… uh… special girlfriends, but will you suck me and touch me and pretend that I’m yours for a little while?” I looked up into her blue eyes and pulled her face down to me. The kiss I gave to her—and that she returned—doubled the sensations coming from my cock wrapped in Rose’s breasts.

“You’ve always been a special girlfriend, Brenda,” I whispered. I kissed her again and held her breasts in my hands, kissing my way back down to those luscious nipples. Brenda moaned softly and I knew she was trying to keep it down so we didn’t offend anyone. I looked down her side toward the flare of her hips and saw Rose staring back up at me grinning as she worked my cock between her breasts. I touched her softly and glanced toward Brenda’s moving hips. Rose nodded and I pulled Brenda up further until I could cradle both her cheeks in my hands and lift her center toward my mouth.

“Brian! Really?” she whispered. I looked up at her and nodded. She helped me guide her clean-shaven pussy to my waiting mouth and tongue. So many things happened all at once that I was overwhelmed with the sensations. When my tongue touched Brenda’s slit, she began to moan. There was a quick shuffling and I looked up into another pussy so smooth that it could only belong to Samantha. Above, four breasts were pressed against each other and Brenda’s whine was muffled by Sam’s mouth. At the same time, Rose shifted and the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth. My moan was muffled by Brenda’s pussy and I kept my mouth glued to her as I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue.

As they kissed and our passion mounted, droplets of Sam’s lubrication dripped from her open pussy above me onto my forehead. Most exquisite Chinese water torture. I pulled Sam’s hips until her pussy was smashed against Brenda’s and licked a streak across both and then back again. I could probe Brenda with my tongue and press my nose against Samantha’s clit. I licked back and forth between the two of them as they flooded my mouth and my face. The inexorable build-up to my own climax threatened to overwhelm me and I couldn’t warn Rose that I was about to spurt. I was pretty certain that in my moment of orgasm I would either suffocate or drown in the pussies on my face.

I pulsed hard in Rose’s mouth and reflexively squeezed Brenda’s clit between my lips. She gushed, sending shudders all through my hands and into Samantha as well. I lifted my chin slightly and caught Samantha’s clit in the same way. Another flood began running down my cheeks and into my ears. The two girls fell to the side and I gasped for breath even as my cock was still pulsing in Rose’s mouth. She slid up my now unencumbered body and kissed me with her spermy tongue as her pussy ground against my unrepentant cock. In only a minute, Rose screamed her orgasm into my mouth.

Mom and Dad finished packing the station wagon on Monday the Fourth of July and after the most demonstrative loving between them and Anna that they’d ever let us kids see, they pulled out of the drive to head for Seattle. They were going to visit Betts and planned to be gone the entire month. Anna stood at the door silently crying. I reached out to hold her and she leaned against me.

“I really love them both, Brian. Thank you for sharing your parents with me.”

“You’ve been really good for them, Anna. I know they love you, too. They seem so much younger and happier than ever. I’m sure it isn’t all because Betts moved away.” That got a snort of laughter and Anna pushed away from me, drying her tears.

“Well, I suppose we can pack up and head to Kokomo now,” she said. I panicked.

“Um… Anna, I can’t go until tomorrow. Isn’t that when we said we’d go?”

“Oh. Yes, but I thought since there was nothing else that we needed to do here… I mean Samantha, Lexi, and Judy will be here this afternoon. I suppose we can wait until you give them the last instructions.”

“But I have a date tonight,” I said. “Really. I promised a long time ago. I can’t leave until tomorrow.”

“Even after your little sleep-over last night? You still have one more? Who wasn’t there?”

“I have a standing date with Whitney for the Fourth of July fireworks. Then I can come to Kokomo and Whitney goes back to basketball camp.”

“It’s just… Well, I might come upstairs and join your harem tonight. It’s just going to be too lonely to sleep in Hayden and Marilyn’s bed without them.”

“Anna, you are more than welcome. We are certainly not going to be messing around with the two younger girls up there. And everyone will be in proper sleep attire.”

“Unlike last night?” Anna grinned, mischievously.

“What about last night?”

“Oh, I have my sources. Okay, but you have to let an old lady go to sleep.”

“If I find one, I’ll be sure to let her rest.”

It was my turn to pick Whitney up for the fireworks this evening and Samantha came to toss me the keys to the truck.

“It’s ready,” she said. “Have fun.” I gave her a quick kiss, followed by one for Jennifer and one for Courtney, and then little pecks on the cheek for Lexi and Judy, who both sighed. I shook my head and said I’d be back later and there’d better be room in my bed for two.

Whitney was wearing a jersey and I could see through the armholes that this time she had a sports bra on under it and spandex workout shorts. She tossed her bag in the truck and had the center seatbelt fastened before I managed to get in on the driver’s side.

“So, where’s this great new place you found to watch the fireworks from?” she asked as I pulled away from her curb.

“You’ll see. I think you’ll like it. First, let’s get burgers and shakes at the Big Boy drive-in and go have a picnic.” That’s what we did and thirty minutes later I pulled into a factory parking lot on the bluffs overlooking the south side of the river. We were pretty much opposite where we were last year. There were already a dozen other cars and trucks parked in the lot, but there were still a few slots close to the edge. I backed into one of them and was thankful it didn’t take any longer to get our burgers than it did. It was a pretty steady stream of cars that followed us and the parking lot started to fill up.

“Um… I was thinking we might find someplace with a little more privacy,” she said. “Is there someplace we can go?”

“Didn’t you notice I have the hay rails on the truck?” I asked. We had three-foot wooden sides we could fit into the docking holes on the truck. That way we could stack hay bales three or four high in the truck and not have to haul the tractor and wagon around. We didn’t grow our own hay, so we had to transport it from the farms where we bought it to the hayloft in the barn. We could get two dozen bales in the truck this way and an extra trip or two to get the winter hayloft filled was still easier and faster than hooking up the wagon and tractor.

When we got around to the tailgate, Whitney saw that there was a thick layer of straw in the bed and a stack of blankets. We spread all the heavier blankets on the straw and saved a light one in case we wanted to cover ourselves later. Whitney grabbed the sack of burgers and fries while I carried the two shakes to the back and we sat to have our picnic. We talked a lot while we ate dinner and Whitney wanted to know how I was doing.

“I take it that you aren’t referring to the bruises where you hit me while we were sparring this morning,” I chuckled. The other girls had watched in horrified fascination as Whitney and I beat on each other early this morning in Brenda’s back yard. Then they’d all been happy to help smear the arnica cream on us after our showers. Even Cassie had tentatively rubbed a darkening bruise on my hip.

“You know I want you to talk to me about Hannah. It’s more than just the shock of her leaving. Something happened. The week after we all found out was different. You were different with each other. Brian, did you two make love?” There was genuine concern in her eyes. They sparkled as she looked at me.

“You know I won’t talk about what we did,” I said. She scowled at me. “Okay. Let me put it this way then, we were intimate, but we didn’t do anything against the rules of the agreement for sixteen-year-olds.”

“But she doesn’t turn sixteen until tomorrow,” Whitney nodded. “That explains it. And I understand. That doesn’t upset me. We were all so afraid that you’d done something that made you feel guilty around us. You don’t have to feel guilty about jumping the gun by a couple weeks. But is she okay with it? She never wanted to be that… intimate before.”

“I think she’s okay with it. We backed off right away afterward, so it was just the one time. And we both enjoyed it. It wasn’t one-sided.”

“Then I feel okay about doing this,” Whitney grinned. She pulled her arms inside the jersey and then through the sports bra. In a second or less, her hands were back outside the jersey and she tossed the bra to me. “That was only so Mom wouldn’t throw a fit when I left the house,” she said. Then she shimmied out of the spandex shorts. “These were just so I could take them off later.” She tossed the shorts to me as well. “Brian, I’ve said this before and I want you to hear it again. I’m yours. I know you love me and I know you respect me. That’s why I’m willing to give you free access to my body. My body belongs to you. I’m only keeping the shirt on for fun and in case someone comes around the end of the truck. You may touch me any way you want to. And I am sixteen now.”

I kind of figured that Whitney and I would be making out in the back of the truck while we watched the fireworks but having her repeat what she told me when I first put arnica on her was a level above what I was expecting. I lay down beside Whitney on the blankets. We could hear people partying in various vehicles all around us, but our truck bed walls provided us a measure of privacy. It was close to ninety-five degrees out, so we weren’t going to cover up with the blanket unless we had to. I felt incredibly tender toward Whitney. Aside from my summer with Jennifer and Courtney, I spent more time with Whitney than with anyone else but Hannah. We worked out together every morning before school. On Saturdays we sparred. We beat each other up and then soothed and comforted each other. The majority of my lunches had been spent with her by my side since fifth grade. And she had claimed, stolen, or traded for nearly all my fairy loops. She’d even clipped the one off my prison break shirt last fall. She was a rock. I guess in many ways she was my rock.

We didn’t rush. We talked quietly and I ended up telling her how painful it was to have Hannah gone. I told her I was afraid I’d lose her completely with us so far away and how that reminded me of losing Heaven.

“But even this past week you got an envelope from Heaven,” Whitney said. “You haven’t really lost her.”

“I can’t even reply to her. She’s never sent me an address that I can write to her. She signs photos, but she never puts my name on a letter, nor does she sign them. It’s so one-directional.”

“She’s probably afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Perhaps that her letters might fall into the wrong hands and it would provide fodder for some tabloid. There’s already been a rumor published that she’s intimate with her manager. She’s protecting herself—and you. Maybe she’s afraid that you’ll say something to her that will make her choose between her career and you. Or that you’ll just show up on her doorstep. But one thing is obvious, Brian. She still cares for you at least enough to want to be in your life through her letters.”

“To be in my life, but not to have me in hers.”

“And you think Hannah would be like that?”

“I worry about her in a very different way. She’s so vulnerable. She’s just awakening to her womanhood and I won’t be there to share it with her.”

“I’m not a replacement for Hannah or for Heaven, Brian. I’m a big gawky girl who gets bruised a lot. But my womanhood is awakening, too. Please share it with me.”

We kissed and caressed. I loved slipping my hand through the armhole of her jersey and playing with her nipples which even now were still just bumps on a slightly softer part of her chest. As our lovemaking became more passionate, I ran my hand up her right leg and under the hem of the jersey. It was just long enough to cover her pussy. I found she was mostly bare. That was a surprise. When I’d seen Whitney undressed before, she had a very full dark bush.

“What happened to your hair?” I asked.

“Didn’t you notice the swimsuit I was wearing yesterday?” she asked. “I had to shave off all the hair that could stick out. That was just about everything.”

“Can I look?” She clutched me to her and I could feel her breathing speed up. She kissed me almost frantically.

“My body belongs to you. Please look at me,” she whispered. I kissed her again and slowly lifted the hem of her shirt just in case she changed her mind and wanted me to push it down again. She didn’t stop me. She was shaved bare except for a strip of short hair about an inch wide and two inches long just above her slit.

“You’ve got a racing stripe,” I whispered.

“It’s called a landing strip,” she giggled. “According to my mom. I think it’s because that’s where I want you to land.” I played with the short hairs and then progressed further to find the smooth skin surrounding her pussy and the wet slit it revealed. It was getting dark and I finally found her tiny nub. Whitney arched her back and her legs spread apart even further. I quickly clamped my mouth over hers as she screamed and the first cascade of fireworks lit the sky.

I woke at four-thirty with Whitney cradled in my arms in my bed. We’d slipped in just before midnight and I pulled on my pajama bottoms. She’d decided that her jersey was all the sleepwear she needed. There was someone just touching my back as well. That was odd because no one else had been in my bed when we got home. Jennifer, Courtney, Samantha, Lexi, and Judy were all sacked out on the floor. I turned slightly so I could get out of bed and saw Anna lying next to me. She stirred and smiled at me.

“I was lonely downstairs,” she whispered. Then she closed her eyes again as I slipped out of bed and grabbed my running clothes. It got down into the sixties overnight and if I got out right away, I could run without passing out. I dressed downstairs and was ready to head out, already carrying on a conversation with Hannah in my head. I stopped short when I saw the phone. It took me two seconds to decide that I didn’t care if I woke up her whole household. I dialed the phone.

“Brian?” she answered on before the first ring had finished.

“Happy birthday to you,” I sang softly.

“I knew you’d call. I love you.”

“I wish I could call every day, my darling. Are we still on for Thursday mornings?”

“Any morning. I’ll be waiting by the phone.”

“Are you okay, love?”

“No. I miss you. I miss you all.”

“I miss you, too. We all do. It’s so strange not to have you with me in the morning. I still talk to you every morning when I get up to run.”

“You run now?”

“I kind of started the day you drove away. Now I can’t start my day without running as hard as I can for a few miles. It’s the only way I can fill the loneliness I feel.”

“Do you think about it, Brian? About what we did in the hayloft?”

“Every second, every minute, every hour of every day,” I sang.

“I’m sorry we didn’t do it again. I wanted to, but there was so much to do and… and I was scared. I never felt anything like that before, Brian. For a few minutes, I knew what love meant. And now I’m so lonely.”

“Honey, we’ll make it through. We’ll do whatever is necessary. I’ll talk to Anna about calling you every day. I’ll do whatever is necessary.”

“You always do, Brian. Thank you for calling to wish me happy birthday. You’d better go run now.”

“I love you, Hannah. I will always love you.”

3
Summer Intern

BEFORE WE LEFT to go to Kokomo, I took Samantha to the barn for some last-minute instructions on caring for the horses. She’d been Hannah’s assistant last year and Rika thought she walked on water—or whatever the horse equivalent of that was. Sam planned to show her at the fair again, so I knew Rika would get a good workout this summer. But Jingo and Silk needed to be ridden as well, though not worked as hard. I was counting on Lexi and Judy falling in love with the horses.

“And don’t forget that if you want more company, you can always invite Liz or Denise over to ride and even stay over. Sam, I know this isn’t how you planned to spend the summer.” She looked at me with those dark brown eyes that sparkled in the low light of the barn as we turned the horses out to pasture.

“It’s not what any of us expected, my love. We’ll just have to make do.”

“Cutie, could you… I’m going to make a deposit with Mom and Dad as soon as I get my first paycheck to help with the phone bill. So, could you call Hannah a couple times a week to talk? We miss her, but she’s alone. Please call her.”

“Can I? Oh, Brian, can I call her today to say happy birthday?”

“Why not? I already did.”

“When?”

“When I got up this morning.”

“But that was like four-thirty.”

“She picked up the phone before it finished the first ring.”

“I’ll call her and I’m going to call all our girlfriends and make sure they call her, too.”

“Samantha, I love you. And if Anna wasn’t pacing around waiting to get back to Kokomo, I’d lay you back on this bale of hay and bury my face where you’d know how much I love you.”

“I just flooded my panties. I’d love for you to eat me and I’d love to suck you right now. But, Brian, one day I’m going to love making love to you. Don’t let me get away. Okay?” I kissed her and headed to the car.

Anna didn’t even take me to the house when we got to Kokomo. We drove straight to the restaurant.

“You have paperwork to fill out and Bill wants you on the grill tonight,” Anna said. “Crystal will drop you off after work. We’ll put your bags in your room for you.” Damn it! Straight into the fire. Wait! Bill wants me on the grill? I’ve never cooked on his grill.

I got into the restaurant as the lunch crew was cleaning things up. As soon as I walked in, I could smell onions frying. They should sell that smell.

“Brian! Welcome to your summer home,” Crystal said when she saw me. “Let’s get your paperwork done so you can get to work.” I carried my chef jacket, hat, and scarf in a plastic bag from the cleaners into the office with me. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but I figured if I wasn’t dressed appropriately for the kitchen, they’d either send me home or I could call Jennifer and ask her to bring me something from my suitcase. It turned out everyone in the kitchen was in shorts. At two o’clock in the afternoon it was nearly a hundred degrees out and with the ovens and grill going, the kitchen was at least one-ten.

“Wow,” I said, looking at the school forms. “A full credit as a Professional Career Intern? Is this a real class or did you guys make it up?”

“We lobbied hard for it, but it’s actually a state accredited class that schools can offer based on an applied curriculum. There are more books for you to read.”

“Oh boy. What else do I need to fill out?”

“Just your W4. You are listed as full-time this summer since you are over sixteen. Your stipend is $125 per week. I hope you know that’s a really good rate.”

“That’s great.”

“Brian, you don’t sound very enthusiastic this year. Are we going to have trouble?” Shit!

“No, Crystal! I’m sorry. I’ve been a little pre-occupied the past couple of weeks with Hannah moving. The work schedule is probably just what I need.”

“Hey, I understand a little. Even Courtney seemed broken-hearted. If you need to talk, come see me. If you are okay now, go see Bill. He’s ready for you in the kitchen.”

“Thanks, Crystal. I’m ready.”

After a considerable amount of prep work, Bill did have me working the grill under his supervision. It was Tuesday, so there were no prime rib orders, but the restaurant served half a dozen cuts of steak and it seemed like Bill had a secret for each one of them. Filet Mignon he wanted to sear and serve unless the ‘uncouth’ diner wanted the steak medium or medium well. Bill simply wouldn’t serve a well-done steak. He told people to go to McDonalds if that was what they wanted. For those who wanted the steak medium or medium well, he moved the steak to a cooler part of the grill where it took longer to cook. He said that it would help keep the meat tender and not make it inedible on the outside. Most lower cuts of meat—sirloin, strip, and T-bone—were also cooked on the lower temperature grill. Porterhouse and rib steaks were cooked between, depending on the thickness. The thicker the steak, the lower the temperature.

I was surprised when Bill told me to take my jacket off and head out because my ride was there. It was already nine o’clock and he was shutting the kitchen down.

“You’re scheduled for eight hours Tuesday through Saturday and you’ll have Sunday/Monday off,” he said. “This week will all be on the grill. You won’t be just baking this year. You are going to learn to cook everything on the menu.” I was excited. I was going to be working hard enough that I wouldn’t be thinking about Hannah all the time. I whispered a little ‘love you’ to her as Anna drove me home.

My bags and computer were in the guest room and I took the hint that it was where I was expected to sleep. I showered the grease off and landed in the bed exhausted. In a few minutes after I turned out the light, my door opened and I felt a weight beside me on the bed.

“Brian? Can I come to bed with you?” Courtney whispered. “Please?”

“Of course you can, sweetheart,” I said. I lifted the sheet up, not caring that I was naked. Court stripped off her nightie and was cuddled up against me in no time.

“I love you, Brian,” she said with a kiss.

“I was surprised you wanted me in this room. Or was that Anna’s idea?”

“No. We decided. We know it’s been hard the past two weeks and we didn’t want you to think that you have to be with us if you don’t feel like it.”

“Thank you, Court. You don’t know how much it means to me that you understand. How’d you happen to escape into here without our lover?”

“I ate her until she passed out,” Courtney giggled. She lifted her face to mine and I could smell Jen all over her. I licked her lips and her mouth opened to welcome my tongue. We kissed for a while—God knows how long—just enjoying each other’s mouth without trying to go further. Well, mostly without going further. I couldn’t help petting Court’s beautiful breasts as we kissed. We just didn’t get wild.

She laid her head on my shoulder and sighed.

“Brian, I—we—want you to know that you don’t always have to tend to our needs. Oh, I’m sure there are going to be times this summer when one of us wants you desperately, but you don’t have to feel like you are stuck with loving us or sleeping with us.”

“It could get a little overwhelming,” I admitted.

“We’ve probably slept with you more often than anyone except Hannah or maybe Sam. We love it. We want it. But we won’t demand it. I just want you to understand something else, though, and this is me speaking for me, not for Jennifer.” She paused long enough to kiss me some more. “I’ll be… anything you want or need this summer,” she whispered at last. “If you need to be left alone, I’ll leave you alone. If you need to be held, I’ll hold you. If you want to talk, I’m all ears. If you… If you reach the point where you just need to fuck someone, I’m yours. I mean it, Brian. Agreement or no agreement. I’m seventeen. You’ve got to be incredibly frustrated right now trying to be so much to so many girls. You’ve never let any of us down. I’ll give you a blow job any time. If that doesn’t work, though, I’ll open my legs and welcome you in my pussy, in my ass, or any way you can think of. And I’ll never tell anyone. I just don’t want you to suffer all this turmoil alone, Brian. I don’t want you to have to think that you need to please me in order to get relief. Just take it. I give you explicit permission, Brian Frost, to take comfort from me in any way you want to or need to this summer. Even… I saw what you and Whitney do to each other. Even if you need to hit me, Brian… I’ll take it.”

Holy shit! I couldn’t even begin to fathom this. Hit her? You’ve got to be kidding! Whitney and I sparred for training and she gave more than she got. We didn’t hit each other in anger or to take out our frustrations. And fuck her? I had boundaries. My cock had touched Hannah’s pussy and fired off against her clit. I knew where I wanted to bury it the first time. Still, there was no question of the sincerity of Court’s offer and I didn’t want to belittle her. She was telling me she’d do anything she could to help me handle my grief and anger over Hannah moving. That was a step beyond what any of my girlfriends wanted.

“Court… hmm… my Courtesan, that’s what you are. That’s my name for you, Courtesan. I love you. No matter how frustrated or angry I get, I will never hurt you. I won’t take my anger out on you. Think what that would make me. I’d just be an abuser. Please help me never become that. But what you are offering me is a treasure beyond anything I could imagine. To offer to hold me when I’m crying? Courtesan, thank you. To listen to me when I need to talk? Courtesan, thank you. To love me when I am weak? Courtesan, thank you. I love you, Courtesan.” She rubbed her cheek against my chest.

“Maybe you shouldn’t call me that in front of Mom and Dad or Anna,” she giggled. “They might not understand.”

“Hmm. I think I’ll decide when to use that name.” She shivered in my arms. Yes, Courtney, for all her dominance, especially over Jennifer, had just a little excitement over submitting to me. That was something else I wasn’t going to abuse, but I would play with. “And your rebellion against the name I’ve given you is going to result in having your little bottom spanked,” I said, rubbing the bare bottom beneath my hand. She caught her breath.

“Now?” she whispered, moving up where I could more easily reach her soft derriere.

“No. But soon. I’ll give you a little time to look forward to it.” She sighed and hugged me. “But darling, don’t lose yourself in a game of pleasing me and being my courtesan. I love you. I love that you are willing to do all these things for me and I will do whatever I can for you as well. Thank you for coming to cuddle with me tonight and to sleep with me. What I want now, is to hold you while I go to sleep. Can I do that, my little Courtesan?”

“Hold me, lover. Hold me and dream sweetly.”

It was difficult to extract myself from Courtney’s arms at four-thirty. I finally realized it was me who didn’t want to let go. I finally pulled myself out of bed, grabbed my running clothes, and headed for the kitchen. I mixed up a batch of bread dough and set it to rise while I ran.

This time of the morning really wasn’t bad outside. The house still held some of the heat from yesterday’s high nineties, but Anna had air conditioners in the windows of all three bedrooms so they were kept reasonably cool at night. As I ran, I decided to try cooking the bread on the stovetop instead of heating the oven.

Honey, do you think I could bake bread on top of the stove? Maybe that’s what a Dutch oven really is. I could use it as an oven, couldn’t I? I’d have to raise the bread pan off the bottom of the Dutch oven so air would circulate all the way around the loaf. Of course, I could always just fry the bread. It would come out like pita or something, I suppose. Or maybe if I heated enough grease, I could fry it like the elephant ears at the fair. I know you’d love to help me work this recipe out if you got to eat one of those at the end, wouldn’t you?

I was so occupied in my imaginary conversation with Hannah that the miles went by quickly and before I knew it, I was back at Anna’s dripping sweat all over. I punched down the bread quickly and headed for the bathroom. I adjusted the water a little cooler than usual and started rinsing the sweat off my body. I felt the curtain move and hands wrapped around me with the unmistakable feeling of soft boobs against my back. She took the washcloth and soap from me and began gently scrubbing my body. It was a heavenly feeling and I just relaxed as she soothed away my morning run. My cock stiffened and before long her little hands wrapped around it and soaped it thoroughly. Oh God! So nice. I had been thinking of taking a little pressure off this morning and it wasn’t going to take much. I know I should be participating more, but I was caught up in just having her behind me, stroking with those little hands. I fired four big jets and then dribbled over her hand squeezing me to milk every ounce from my cock. She rinsed us and I turned in her arms.

“Jen?” I guess I was a little surprised.

“You were expecting Mom, perhaps?” she giggled.

“No. I just never expect you to get up this early. I know how you like your sleep. Thank you for that. It was really beautiful.”

“I loved feeling you, controlling you and knowing that I was making you come.”

“What can I do for you, lover?” I asked, stroking down her bare back to her butt.

“Nothing right now. That little minx did me until I passed out last night so she could go sleep with you. Later, though. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course you can, sweetheart. Just don’t expect great things. Court found out last night that when I got home from work, I was too exhausted to do anything.”

“It’s okay. We’ll have playtimes, too. It doesn’t have to be all the time.” I toweled her dry and she wrapped the towel around her head. “In fact, I might go surprise my girlfriend in your bed while you make us something yummy for breakfast.”

“I’m experimenting this morning,” I said. “No guarantees as to what might come out.”

“I know what usually comes out,” she said squeezing my cock again. She walked out of the bathroom with nothing on but the towel on her head. Hmm. Maybe it was going to be a nude summer.

“Good morning, honey,” I whispered into the phone on Thursday morning. She’d picked it up on the other end before it had finished ringing. For a moment all I heard was her sighing.

“Morning. I knew you’d call.”

“Every Thursday, if you want. I can call later on Sunday or Monday, too.”

“I’m glad.” Her voice sounded a little flat.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “You sound a little off.”

“They got me some… uh… medicine to help me sleep. It’s hard to wake up in the morning. But I couldn’t sleep.”

What the hell? Damn it. Sarah told me how Hannah had been depressed before she found our group. Now it was sounding like she was slipping again. I had to figure out something to do. We talked for nearly twenty minutes while I told her about my bread experiments and she told me a little more about her room. She said the parsonage was really old and creaky. She was on the second floor looking out on the roof of the front porch. There was hardly enough water pressure to rinse the soap off in the shower.

I felt so fucking helpless. What could I do?

I’d never actually had a full-time job before. I discovered pretty quickly what a drain it had to be on Mom and Dad. The girls, of course, wanted me to be active and play with them, but getting in and soaking in the shower at ten at night and then having to be at work by one-thirty for my shift left precious little time when they were awake, especially since both were working the noon wait-shift and left the house by ten. I continued to get up in the morning at four-thirty and run. A couple times a week I’d call Hannah and basically try to keep her spirits up. If anything, she seemed to be getting more depressed and lethargic. I also called Sam a couple times a week to see how things were going at home with the two younger girls and the horses. They were having fun and said they hadn’t wrecked the house with parties, but all my girlfriends seemed to want to come and sleep in my bed occasionally. Whitney called me late on Sunday and admonished me to keep working on my forms and that she had advanced so far that she could whip my ass with one hand behind her back. Well, that wasn’t really news to me, but I did start putting some extra effort into my forms and upping the speed to combat mode.

It was a little weird that Whitney was training me in martial arts but didn’t really want anyone to know about it except our closest girlfriends. She insisted that keeping it our secret was much more important than getting belts at a dojo. I didn’t see the point. Doesn’t the government always try to show off how powerful our weaponry and army is as a deterrent to conflict? Whitney seemed to think that showing my ability would make me a bigger target. Defense only.

It was near the end of July that I thought I was going to have to use it.

I saw another runner once every few days on the route I took. I wished for the wooded trails I had at home, but I was pounding pavement in order to get my runs in. That particular Wednesday, I saw him again, only he wasn’t running. He was standing across the street looking at Anna’s house when I got back from my run. I slowed down as I approached. Usually, I belted out the last half mile in a sprint. He must have heard my footsteps or my panting because I was still a hundred yards away when he turned toward me. I slowed to a walk and cautiously approached him.

“You are back,” he said. “I thought they were just pulling my chain.” I recognized him now. Last summer I’d verbally destroyed him in the mall. There was no crowd of witnesses this time. He still had six inches and about a hundred pounds of solid muscle on me.

“William Garth,” I said, dredging up the kid’s name. “Are you still stalking my girlfriends?”

“I… Look, don’t get started, okay? I can’t even get a word in when you start talking. It’s not like that.”

“What’s it like then, William?”

“Could you please call me Bill? Ever since that day last summer everybody calls me William and drags it out. I haven’t been William since grade school.”

“All right. Look, Bill. That still doesn’t explain why you’re out here looking at Jennifer’s window.”

“Some of the guys told me you were back and… and living with them. Nobody ever even told me your name, you know.”

“Not very polite of us. It’s Brian.”

“Yeah, okay, Brian. Anyway, I saw you at Prom with them. I didn’t believe the guys when they said you lived with them now. Christ, they’re only seventeen, man. How can you be living with them? Both of them.”

“Technically, Jennifer won’t be seventeen for two more weeks. What’s the problem, Bill?”

“I… I just don’t want to see them getting hurt. I like them. I know they don’t have the time of day for me, but I… I’ve always liked them.”

“And you think I’ll hurt them?”

“Girls talk. Word gets around. It’s hard enough to understand how you could be with both of them, but they’ve always done everything together, so that’s more like a wet dream. But they say you’ve got a dozen girlfriends. They talk like they’re part of some kind of harem. It’s not right.”

“Yeah. I know. I don’t understand it. But listen to me, Bill. I love both those girls and I will never do anything to hurt them. But understand this, buddy. I will never let someone else hurt them either. You got that?”

“I wouldn’t ever hurt them. I thought about taking a swing at you, but that’s stupid. I know I’m big and brawny, but I’m not stupid. Not that stupid. Scouts from IU, Purdue, and Notre Dame pegged me last year. I’ve got to keep my grades up so I can get a scholarship at one of them. And I’m not going to have any criminal record to get me fouled up.”

“What position?”

“Running back.”

“Really good?”

“Yeah. I guess so. I think I can make it.”

“Notre Dame. You’ll get there next year, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Two of my buddies will be starting at tackle this year. There’s nobody better that you’d want to have block for you to open up a hole.”

“Really?”

“Bill, we might not be friends, but there’s no reason for us to be enemies.”

“I really wanted to hate you, Brian. I can’t even dislike you. You going to Notre Dame?”

“It’s a little early for me to declare, but I’m starting extra classes at IU extension this fall. I’m guessing that’s where I’ll end up. But I’ve got no buddies on the football team there. They’re on the basketball team.”

“Maybe you could use one. See ya.” He turned and walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief. I really expected him to deck me, but he didn’t seem like a bad guy, just someone who hadn’t gotten what he wanted. I headed in for my shower.

We’d gotten into a routine of Jennifer waiting in my bed one night and Courtney the next, four nights a week. One night a week I could expect that neither one would be in my bed, but I never knew what night. And on our weekend—Sunday and Monday—I was pretty much expected to show up in their room. Usually, when I came home after work and showered to get in bed, there was just a little cuddling and kissing and then we went to sleep. I really loved just holding one of those naked girls in my arms and discovered that I didn’t need to be trying to orgasm all the time. Not that I wasn’t hard most of the time, but I didn’t feel compelled to relieve myself. Sometimes, but not always, one or both of them would join me in the shower. You could pretty much guarantee that if we were in the shower together, somebody was going to come. We often ran to the kitchen afterward to get breakfast started before we got dressed. Anna caught us there naked more than once, but true to her word, she was usually naked, too. Those were times that were really hard… for me.

As a result of our pattern, it was a big surprise to find both girls in my bed waiting for me on Saturday night.

“What’s up?” I asked as I crawled in between them.

“You are, obviously,” Jennifer giggled, stroking my cock.

“Hey, girlfriend,” Courtney pouted when she reached for me and found Jen’s hand already there. “You get yours in the morning. When you’re seventeen.” Thank heavens Anna had reminded me of that a couple days ago. Jennifer’s birthday was Sunday.

“Who’s going to be seventeen?” I asked innocently. “My birthday isn’t until October. You’ve already had yours, haven’t you Courtesan?”

“Well, by process of elimination…” Jennifer huffed, squeezing me more tightly.

“Oh! Do you have a birthday coming, little Girl Scout? I should get my spanking hand warmed up,” I said, rubbing her butt. Jennifer shuddered.

“Are you going to spank me again?” she whispered. “Not seventeen, please?”

“Honey, not even one,” I said pulling her to me and kissing her. “That was just for fun and I won’t ever do it if it isn’t fun for you.”

“It was a little fun. One would be okay. It just makes me so nervous that I think I’m going to pee.”

“I had to tell Court a year ago, that isn’t pee.”

“As you can tell right now,” Court said, reaching across me to stroke Jen’s pussy.

“Okay, so is the reason I have the privilege of having both your naked presence in my bed tonight because of the birthday tomorrow?”

“Not exactly,” Court said. “We need you to get us up tomorrow and thought it would be easier if we were right here with you.”

“Why would you need to get up with me in the morning?”

“Road trip!” both girls chimed.

“Huh?” I was so clever sometimes.

“This has been a really hard summer for all your girlfriends, Brian. Samantha is about to go crazy and Liz is already there. Nobody can wait two more weeks for you to get home. Besides, you never miss going to the fair.”

“The fair? My gosh, it started today!”

“They’re talking about moving all the county 4-H fairs into July next year.” Jennifer said. “It will seem like the summer is over before it begins.”

“And you girls thought to take me back home so I could see the other girlfriends and go to the fair? You are so sweet.”

“Well, don’t give us too much credit. I think Anna’s got ants in her pants. With your folks gone all July to Seattle, she hasn’t been laid in a long time.” We laughed a little at the sexy antics of our parents. The girls snuggled up to me and kissed me goodnight. I knew how I was going to wake up one of them in the morning.

I kissed Courtney awake. She moaned and mumbled “I don’t wanna get up.” I kissed her again.

“Courtesan of mine, it’s time to give our birthday girl her present.” Courtney’s eyes opened and she looked at me sleepily and she smiled.

We moved ourselves around so we were on either side of the sleeping Jennifer and began peppering her face with kisses. Her initial response was pretty much the same as Courtney’s but instead of talking to her we just moved down and started kissing her nipples and sucking on them. Jen was still slow at waking up but began to squirm a bit, pushing her nipples into our mouths. Court and I did a silent rock paper scissors and I won with scissors to her paper. She frowned a little but then whispered, “I win,” and worked her way up to start kissing Jen’s mouth as I worked my way down her body. Jennifer might or might not have been fully awake but her legs made no resistance to being parted as I moved between them to begin exploring her pussy with my tongue. When I touched her clit, there was no pretense of her being asleep any longer. I was surprised at the howl she emitted and realized Court had gone back to teasing her nipples and they no longer had their mouths clamped together. Oh well. If Anna came running, she’d find her daughter in the midst of yet another orgasm as I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and shook my head.

Court apparently decided that since she’d already alerted the world, there was no sense trying to silence her. She worked her way down Jen’s body and nudged me aside.

“My turn,” she grinned. I put one more kiss on that little ridge of tendon or muscle that holds a girl’s pussy to her leg and started working my way up Jen’s gasping body as Courtney explored her depths.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Jen panted as I reached her lips and gave her a long, sensuous kiss that ended with her exploding once again. “I love… I can’t … Don’t… Stop… I’m… again!” I intentionally moved my lips to her nipple and bit at it a little as Jen howled again.

“All right! Get up, shower, and let’s go!” Anna shouted from the doorway. “I can’t take it anymore!”

“Mo-om,” Jen gasped.

“You got yours. Happy birthday. Now I want mine!” We all started giggling with Jen barely able to catch her breath. Somehow, we made it to the shower and there were three more orgasms. Not all of them were Jen’s.

4
Group Marriage

I MANAGED to get a hug from Mom and Dad before Anna came crashing into them. That three-way hug was something to see. Hell. I knew they were fooling around. This was the first time I realized they were in love. My parents. Were both in love with Anna. And Anna loved both of them. Maybe it’s genetic.

“Kids,” Mom commanded as the three of us hugged on Samantha. “Go play in traffic.” We all ran outside laughing. Sort of.

I got a bit of a catch in my throat when Mom said that. It’s what Hannah said her parents always told her when she interrupted them making love. How are you sweetie? I wasn’t going to get a chance to get too morose. Not with Samantha hanging on me.

“Horses!” Jennifer shouted as we left the house. None of us were really dressed for riding, but the idea of seeing Silk and Jingo and Rika lifted my spirits a little. That and the fact that Samantha jumped on me and wrapped her legs around my waist making me carry her all the way to the barn while she peppered my face with kisses. I just hugged her wiggly frame to my body and kissed her back. When we got to the barn, Jennifer was already brushing Jingo and Courtney was in with Silk. Samantha and I grabbed brushes and started to work on Rika. The girl snuffled at me and rubbed her face up and down on my chest.

“Miss me, girl?” I asked. “Doesn’t Sam take good care of you?”

“Hush, you. I take great care of Rika. She’s my baby, aren’t you, girl? We work out every day together. She’s just trying to figure out who you are,” Sam huffed. I turned and hugged her again.

“I’m the guy who loves you,” I said, kissing her soundly.

“I wanted to hear that so much.” None of us were wearing good riding attire, including boots, so we put the bareback pads on the horses and led them out. I gave Jennifer a boost up on Jingo and gave him a stern lecture about having responsibility for my girlfriend who was seventeen years old today. Courtney did her old trick of not jumping when I put my hand on her ass. I about threw my back out thinking I was boosting her.

“That is going to get your little butt a good smacking tonight,” I whispered to her.

“Promise? Brian, you can do anything to my butt. I love it.” I squeezed her buns and she kissed me. “Okay. I’ll mount now.” I boosted her up onto Silk, but somehow my hand got caught between her and the pad and I squeezed her butt again before I pulled it out.

Getting Samantha mounted was a different proposition entirely. She insisted that I mount first and pull her up. When we were both on Rika, Sam was facing me.

“Just let her go. She’ll follow the other two,” she said, kissing me again.

“Oh, Sam. I’ve missed you this summer.”

“Two more weeks and then we have to start school. I could do without school, but I miss you so much, Brian. Even sharing you with everyone else will be better than not having you at all.” I hugged her to me and turned Rika to follow the other two.

We took a long, relaxing tour with the horses and as things would happen, Sam and I became more and more intimate the longer we were out. Sam was wearing a little pair of running shorts and a spaghetti-strap baby tee. Nothing else but her little tennis shoes. Once we were deep in the woods, it wasn’t long before we were both bareback and holding our sweaty chests together. It was a good ten degrees cooler in the woods, but that still left it around eighty. I occasionally glanced ahead to see that Jennifer and Courtney were still up there and Rika was following. I was surprised to see them riding topless.

“They’ll get a surprise if we come across Geoff or Cassie in the woods,” I laughed.

“So will we. I wouldn’t worry too much though. I’ve been topless in front of both of them.”

“Geoff, too?”

“Yeah. Sora was over a week or so ago. Geoff came out for a walk with us and since it was so hot, we ended up just stripping off our shirts. I think Sora was making a kind of invitation to Geoff, but he was a little slow on the uptake. Something’s a little off there. They act like they’re a couple when they’re with the rest of us, but seeing them alone like that, there just didn’t seem to be the connection that you’d expect.”

“Well, she’s a little older than he is, so maybe he just isn’t as ready for things as she is.”

“I’m ready,” Sam said, hunching her pussy against my cock. I’d been rigid about since the minute she mounted. “When we make love the first time, can we do it on horse-back? Please?”

“Are we going to make love?” I asked.

“Duh. Of course we are. Unless you don’t want me. Please say you want me, Brian.”

“Oh, God yes, Sam. I want you and I want to make love to you. I just… it still seems strange to me that you would want to have me. And the other girls. Jen and Court always talk about what our first time will be like. Rose is like a second skin when I’m with her. Liz… well, Liz would have gone all the way with me two years ago if we hadn’t got ourselves under control. I just don’t get it.”

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