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I found Nikki leaning against the counter of the ward's main desk. She and the cute Tech I worked with were laughing at something on the girl's phone and I took a moment to admire my girl in action as well as to give her time to finish up. She looked festive today. Her hair was hot pink up front, pearl white in the middle, light blue in back and mussed to perfection. She wore a subdued pink lipstick that provided a sweet contrast to her dark eyeliner and was rocking a simple deep necked white tank top with some band name splashed across the front, blue jeans rolled up to expose a scandalous amount of ankle, and some kind of flat-bottomed black sneaker. Nikki beckoned the girl down to whisper something in her ear. The poor thing had already been flushed pink above her scrubs, but suddenly she went bright red and put a hand to her mouth, then burst out laughing again. Nikki took the girl's phone while she was distracted, and her fingers flew across the screen absently as the two continued to chat. When she was done she handed back the phone and leaned against the counter again, looking like a cat staring at a canary. She threw me a jaunty wave behind the girl's back, my signal to start walking again, then leaned in to whisper something in the girl's ear again. I was too far away to hear what they were saying, but I clearly saw Nikki's lips form the words 'call me.' She pushed off the counter, threw her backpack over her shoulder, and fell in step beside me while the tech giggled and shot me a nervous glance. I just gave her the same tired smile as always, told her I'd see her in a few days, then went to clock out.
“Go easy on her.” I said mildly, once we were out of earshot. “She was home schooled.”
“I know, isn't she delicious?” Nikki was as self satisfied as I've ever seen her, hell she was practically purring, but she never dwelt too long on a conquest. She looked around curiously. “I've never seen where you work before. It's nice.” She said as she peeked in at the bright décor in one of the vacant rooms.
“Yeah, the hospital's been doing a lot of renovation, all the ICU's got moved to new facilities last year.”
“This must be like heaven for you, all the little girls, waiting for you to save them. Hey, I never thought to ask, do you ever get to give them their sponge baths?”
“I lost one of mine today, Nikki.”
She looked up at me, stricken. “Ethan, I'm so sorry...”
I smiled at her, “It's not your fault. Any other time... I'm just not ready to joke about my kids right now.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
“Preemie, fetal alcohol, probably drugs too. Did what we could but he didn't make it.”
“That's so sad!”
“That's the job.” I tried to change the subject “How's your grandma doing?”
“Doc says she's healthy as a horse. She wishes I'd spend more nights at home, but I'm gonna go to her scrap booking party to help make up for it.”
“We all deal with guilt in our own ways. Speaking of, does she like the roses?”
“She sniffs them every time she walks by, I'm not even kidding. She literally stops and smells the roses, and you didn't see her drooling over you when you were over there planting them. She's been trying to think of ways to get you back over there with your shirt off.”
“I better watch myself next time I go mow her lawn.” I said, waggling my eyebrows.
“Gross!”
“Where's your bike?
“I didn't know where you parked. I chained it up at the main entrance.”
“No worries, we'll drive around to it.”
The bike fit in the back easy enough, once I folded down a seat. I'd had enough practice that it didn't take me long to get everything situated. We left the hospital and drove through a beer barn for ice and drinks, then went straight to Uncle Rick's house. The whole drive took a little over ten minutes, beer run included. The neighborhoods between Nikki's grandma's and the hospital weren't places I would have wanted Nikki to have to ride through after dark, but during the day, it was fine. The drive from the hospital to my Uncle's place were considerably nicer, and she could have probably rode naked wearing a flashing neon sign that read 'do me baby,' and she would have only had to worry about getting arrested by one of the cops that regularly patrolled the area.
Most everyone had shown up earlier in the afternoon, but there were still a few stragglers like me making their way in. Some of the kids were playing with sparklers on the front lawn, and a few others were writing on the sidewalk with smoke bombs, but the main displays wouldn't come til after sunset. I brought the ice and booze inside, and Nikki carried in the fireworks. She'd helped me pick them out, and we had enough mortars to outfit a small army, in addition to everything else. I had Nikki resupply the kiddos, throwing in some black cats, roman candles and spinners to boot, then we went around back. Uncle Rick's place was on almost two full acres of land, and it was filled with laughing kids, tipsy adults, and the smell of barbeque. Zoe, my uncle's youngest, flew in and glomped Nikki from behind, nearly causing her to drop the fireworks. I'm pretty sure that form of greeting is genetic.
“Finally!” She said, seizing Nikki. “Everyone's here but you! What took you so long?”
“I'm fashionably late.” Nikki said, doing her best to look down at the girl despite the fact that they were nearly of a height these days. “Besides,” she said, pointing at me, “I had to wait on my ride.”
Zoe gave me a mock glare and stuck out her tongue at me, then transitioned easily into a beaming smile and said “Heya, Ethan.” I returned the greeting, but she was already dragging Nikki off, gossiping and giggling. I walked off in the other direction towards the coolers, both to deposit my payload, and to get some distance between me and Nikki, what with all the watching eyes.
Lady came up to say hi, and I reached down to scratch her behind the ears. She was a rescue, some kind of blue heeler mix, and friendly as fuck, though once she realized I didn't have any treats she wandered off to find another sucker. When I watched her go, I noticed Stephan sitting on a bench, eying Megan's ass wistfully. My cousin had finally cut him off more than a week back, and the girl he'd come with looked like she'd eaten girls Megan's size in one sitting. I relished my moment of Schadenfreude like a hot fudge brownie sundae.
I managed to scarf down some brisket and a roll before I was dragged into the pool by a herd of munchkins for kid-tossing duty; best thing for me really. It's hard to be pensive, or morose when you're surrounded by happy mini-me's. I would have done it for that alone, but this gig also had fringe benefits that I couldn't overlook. Between all the splashing, tickling, tossing, dunking, and wrestling, I got to feel every little girl's body without even really trying. I never groped or lingered excessively, but they would latch on to my arms, or my sides, or crawl up on my shoulders with only a thin layer of cloth between my skin and the promised land. Then, whenever I took a break, I had parents coming up to thank me for my patience and for making the night special, to tell me how the kids looked forward to coming every year because they got to play with Uncle Ethan. A couple times Nikki was within earshot of one of these conversations, and she'd shoot me a knowing smile.
The older girls joined in after about half an hour, and suddenly I was a lot less popular with the tweenage and teenage boys. Megan pretended she wasn't simply reveling in all the attention she was getting. Steph, as always, followed Megan's lead, as best she understood it anyway. Amy, who had actually emerged from her cave for the holiday, kept a quiet eye on everyone and made sure no one felt left out, particularly poor Steph. Nikki was, as ever, the instigator, and led the girls in coming up with competitions to torment the boys. The girls were free to participate too, of course, but seeing as the guys were the ones willing to endure pain and humiliation in the faint hopes that one of the girls might let them cop a feel, the listings were almost exclusively male. When they got to the bellyflop contest, rivalries grew intense, bellies turned pink, then red, faces twisted in grimaces of pain, and all the while Nikki sat back, beholding what she had wrought with mischievous glee. Eventually I took mercy on the boys, and ended the competition by showing them what a REAL bellyflop looked like.
Once we refilled the pool, it was determined that I was the winner, and someone suggested a breath-holding contest. Most of the girls joined in on this one, and I sat back to rest and observe. Nikki used the confusion to swim between my legs, reach up my trunks, and give my cock a squeeze, She surfaced on the other side of the pool and gave me a wicked grin, which I returned in kind. I might have returned the favor, but Zoe latched onto my arm, begging to be thrown again. I tossed the kiddos for another thirty minutes or so, then informed the munchkins that I was tuckered out and they'd have to entertain themselves for a while.
Nikki floated over to me after a few minutes, grabbed my hand, and slipped it inside her bikini bottoms. It had gotten pretty dark, and we always left the pool light off on the Fourth, so the fireworks would reflect better on the water. No one could see as I slipped my fingers along her bikini's edge, pushed the thin fabric down. I could feel her veins coursing over her taut abs, barely visible unless she was straining, but easy to feel just beneath the surface. A significant portion of me was just itching to stick her for an IV. It's a nurse thing, don't worry about it.
I slid my hand further inside, pinched her pussy lips together and rolled them around her clit. Pool water isn't the greatest medium for a good fingering, but there were plenty of other ways to have fun. Nikki continued talking to me normally, but I knew her well enough to see her eyes glaze over as I worked, to hear her stop and search for words she'd normally have available instantly, hear the slight hitching of her breath when I got the pressure just right. I couldn't push her over the edge, not without moving my arm too much and giving the game away, but I was able to get her pretty well worked up. Eventually one of the younger boys tackled her, and they splashed away.
I floated around a bit, talking with one of the moms as I bobbed, until Uncle Rick came up and offered me a tumbler of single malt scotch, neat, which I accepted dutifully. I know it was Single Malt scotch, because that's all my Uncle ever offers me. I honestly would have simply preferred the dollar value, but then, I was the guy who'd spent two hundred dollars on fireworks, on a nurse's salary. As ever, I tried to broaden my horizons and enjoy the experience. I'm not really a whiskey kind of guy, and when I do drink, I prefer bourbon to Scotch since I'm not a fan of whatever that “peaty” taste is my uncle keeps going on about. Even so, I had to admit, this was better than whatever I'd had before. I handed him back the empty glass, made polite noises about the taste, and he asked me what I thought about the NFL offseason. He always asked me about football when I came to visit, and I just didn't have the heart to tell him that I really didn't care anymore. I could still speak intelligently about the subject, but I was mostly just repeating what I heard from the Monday morning quarterbacks and fantasy junkies at the hospital. He was just starting to relive one of my old high-school games for me when Amy came up and asked him a question that distracted him just long enough for him to forget what he'd been talking about. She gave me a wink and mouthed “you owe me” once my Uncle wandered off. I gave her a little salute, and went to grab some more barbeque and another beer.
There were already some morters going off down the block and they cast pretty reflections on the water. Nikki came over again with Megan, Steph, and of course, Amy in tow, whom I thanked for her earlier assistance. Amy was the prototypical ginger whose nearly-translucent skin looked as though it hadn't ever seen sunlight before today, which wasn't terribly far from the truth. There are only two types of gingers, so despite her spooky pale skin, willful ignorance of fashion, almost complete lack of makeup, prominent braces, and frizzy, fly-everywhere curls, she still had more than her fair share of boys panting after her, including Jason... and me. She was the most developed of the crew, and could pass for a high-schooler if she wanted to. More importantly, she was my vidya buddy, though if I'm honest, she was far better than I'd ever been. She specialized in MOBAs and RTS style games, but she played pretty much everything, to one degree or another. She smiled at my rant about Vendrick and Freya, commiserating that they even ruined her speed runs from time to time. I freely admitted that I'd thought the game was too easy when I was watching her stream, but when I actually played, I could never manage to consistently make those perfect dodges and parries that seemed so effortless for her. To tell the truth, I mostly made it through by dint of dogged persistence, unabashed shield cheesing, and, to my shame, online guides. Her teasing was gentle, and she was kind enough to point out how I could still hold my own on most mouse and keyboard FPS's. I knew she was just mollifying my ego, but I appreciated the gesture nonetheless. In return, I listened to her woes about wannabe stalkers, misogynists, and general purpose internet trolls. She'd even had someone attempt to call a SWAT team on her ass, though fortunately they'd had the wrong address. We both laughed at the idea of some poor old granny getting her door busted in by an armed response team, sobered ourselves and agreed that it was incredibly dangerous, irresponsible, and not at all funny, then we burst out laughing again.
We all got out when people started migrating to the nice wide concrete area next to the old shed that served as our launch pad. Nikki showed me where she'd put my share of explosives, and I crowded in with the other dads, uncles, and older cousins. We always coordinated the launches so there was never too much downtime, and would gradually pick up the pace until we were firing three or four morters per-person simultaneously. It's really not that hard to accomplish. You just set your launch tubes close together, tie up the fuses, drop in one shell per tube, and light them all at the same time. Last year, Uncle Rick had picked up a few small propane blowtorches which made lighting even easier. I could almost imagine Hank Hill watching over us from above, tears of pride brimming in his eyes. When we really got going, we'd have twelve mortars going off all at once, which got even crazier once we started using the double and triple shells together with the all in one packages.
'Murica!
At least that was the plan. I was just gotten the first few launches off and was busy tying more fuses together when I got a text from Nikki to slip away and meet her upstairs. I immediately told Jason that I wasn't feeling well and deputized him to set off my share, which made him the happiest little pyromaniac in the world. Everyone was looking up, dazzled by the display, so it was the easiest thing in the world to slip away, largely unnoticed. I felt a tiny pang to be missing the show, but I figured I'd soon be experiencing fireworks of a different variety. I was about halfway to the door when I got a second message from Nikki. This one just said “Quietly!” I tried texting back, to get her to clarify, but I didn't get a response.
The music was still on inside, and the fireworks were going off at a pretty good clip by now, so there was plenty of background noise. Even so, I took Nikki at her word and eased my way up the stairs, rather than skipping up three at a time as I'd planned. I padded down to the end of the hall, and found Nikki waiting for me. When I got close and started reaching for her, she shook her finger 'no,' then gestured for me to peek through the slightly open door behind her. I couldn't see a face from this angle, but even so, I'd recognize that hair, that skin, and that body anywhere. She was completely naked, legs spread wide and hanging off the foot of the bed, and Lady had her head right between them, licking away. Nikki slid in beneath my chest, and we both peered in like some kind of two headed voyeuristic monster, and watched the dog eat out the little girl like her pussy was made of bacon.
The questions piled up, one after the other, but more than anything, I couldn't help but wonder what had made Zoe choose her sister's room for this particular activity.
What, you were expecting someone else? Why on earth would you think that?
After a minute or an hour, I'm not sure which, I shook my head, backed away from the door and tugged on Nikki's shoulder. She turned around to look at me and I motioned that we should go back downstairs. She shook her head, grinning, and signed that she was going into the room. I started to shake my head no again, but I caught myself. Nikki watched me patiently as I thought the situation through. Zoe could probably could really use someone to talk to right now, and it was better that she be found out by Nikki than pretty much anyone else. Megan loved her sister to bits, so she'd try to be be understanding, but she'd still freak, and sisterly relations for the next few months? Well, awkward wouldn't even begin to describe it. And that was the best reaction she could hope for. My Uncle would yell and threaten and traumatize, and my Aunt would simply have the poor dog put down, and I had the sinking feeling that Jason would try to blackmail her somehow. Honestly, if she was doing this in her sister's room with the door not even fully closed, it would only be a matter of time before she got caught, weeks, months, or even years from now, it would happen, and it would be bad. Better to let Nikki handle it, right here, right now.
Eventually I shrugged and gave Nikki the go-ahead nod. She looked smug, but still pulled me down for a quick smooch that reminded me of all the reasons I thought I'd been coming inside. She rubbed her cheek against mine, catlike, and whispered in my ear “I know why you thought I called you up here. I'll make it up to you tonight.”
I nodded, gave her a smile and a quick grope of her gorgeous little ass, then forced myself to turn and walk away. I'd gotten almost all the way down the stairs when I heard the first shriek. For a moment, I debated whether I should go back to try and get another peek, but eventually I just shook my head and sneaked out to watch the rest of the show.
To his credit, Jason gamely offered me my spot back as soon as he saw me return, but he just looked so happy, I couldn't bring myself to that away from him. Besides, I was still busy committing what I'd seen to my permanent memory.
Zoe would be going into the fourth grade next year and physically she looked like miniature version of Megan, though their temperments were wildly different. I love Megan, but she was, quite simply, the prototypical Junior High queen, addicted to fashion mags, reality TV, and buying into every fad marketed to insecure tweenage girls. Her room was fifty shades of pink, and covered with posters of every boy band and heartthrob the commercials told her she was supposed to like. She had her daddy wrapped around her little finger, and he bought her whatever clothes, makeup, jewelry, or accessories she said she wanted. To her credit, she wasn't really all that stuck up or haughty, and only moderately spoiled. True, she was naïve, vapid, often thoughtless, and constantly in some form of trouble or another, but she was also fiercely loyal, oddly considerate, and always so genuinely grateful when she got bailed out, or given a gift, that it was hard to hold the rest against her.
Zoe had the same dirty blond hair, well it would be the same if Megan wasn't constantly lightening hers, the same shocking blue eyes, and the same wholesome girl-next-door looks, but she had completely different priorities. Zoe had nigh boundless enthusiasm and energy, and a competitive streak a mile wide. Her first love was soccer, which she played full bore. She wasn't the most naturally athletic girl on the pitch, but she'd grown to become the star of her team through sheer guts, constant effort, and coachability. She wasn't a true tomboy, she liked dressing up and being girly, but for its own sake rather than for getting attention. She cared far less about looking good than she did about chasing her passions with reckless abandon. She was more likely to come home covered in mud and scratches than makeup and perfume, and she hated going shopping, so Megan usually picked out her clothes on her behalf. She was too busy exploring the creek, learning how to walk on her hands, or playing with the dog...
… which now brought up all kinds of new connotations.
I tried to focus on the fireworks.
I met with mixed success.
Nikki and Zoe wandered out sometime after the finale while we were getting everything cleaned up. Zoe looked a bit shaken, but also relieved, and even a bit giggly. She gazed at Nikki with an expression somewhere between holy dread and awe. I could empathize. She'd had a secret she'd never expected to be able to share with another human being, something she hadn't thought anyone could understand, something she'd thought would alienate her forever. The idea that someone could understand, not only that but freely accept such a secret had probably never even occurred to her. It had certainly never occurred to me.
Most of the families had gone home once the fireworks ended, but I knew from experience that the stragglers would be up for hours yet, drinking around the bonfire next to the pool. I was exhausted from a twelve hour shift, followed by hours of kiderobics, but of course my Uncle called me over and handed me another glass of Scotch. Amy and Nikki walked by, arm in arm and gave me a look as though asking if I needed help, but I waved them off. This was all part of keeping good familial relations, and avoiding suspicion. It was hours before the vortex of alcohol and inane conversations subsided, and I realized I'd been up for almost twenty four hours straight, and that was after averaging five hours of sleep the past two nights. I walked up to the guest room stripped down, and crashed in my usual bed. My feet hung off the end, but even so I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
*** *** *****
Nikki rode me into consciousness, and for several minutes I couldn't really tell where the dreams ended and reality began. I was still drunk off my ass, but she'd gotten me hard anyway, and was running her hands gently along my chest and stomach making the skin tingle while impaled herself in a steady rhythm. The house was dead quiet around us, and there was just enough light from the streetlamps streaming in through the partially closed blinds, to outline her silhouette like an old noir film. Shadows played across her skin as she moved on top of me, and for a while I simply lay there in sleepy admiration. Backlit as she was, I could see all the soft little vellus hairs that were usually the next best thing to invisible, and the play of her muscles beneath her smooth, speckled skin seemed even more pronounced than usual. She'd spent between two and five nights a week over at my place since the school year ended, and we'd met up for quickies even on days where we weren't together; I'd seen her naked dozens of times in dozens of ways, yet I never got tired of looking, never failed to find something new in her loveliness.
I reached a hand up to her cheek, expecting her to brush it away. That was the usual game. To my surprise, she leaned into the caress, allowing me to cup the side of her face in my palm and brush my thumb across her lips. I could see the shiver travel along the length of her body, gooseprickles rising along her arms and abdomen as she licked my thumb, then closed her lips around it and slid it slowly in and out of her mouth. I sat up so I could look her in the eyes, which meant we had to reposition a bit awkwardly, but we were grinning while we did. I put one hand on her lower back, and wrapped my other arm around her upper body, pulling her to my chest while simultaneously steadying her hips. Once again, she didn't push away or struggle. When I kissed her, she didn't turn her face away half a dozen times before letting my tongue past her lips, she simply opened up. She didn't just allow me to hold her, she actually wrapped her arms and legs around my body, and pulled herself even tighter against me.
Nikki had never let me be this gentle before, not right away at least. She was actually holding me close rather than pushing away. We'd had more than a month together, and we'd had maybe three or four nights like this, and then only after I'd worn her down, gotten past her defenses. More often she was simply passive after the first hard fuck. There was a delight to our usual play, a joy in the taking, but to be accepted so readily, so hungrily; it spoke to me on an instinctual level and I had to hold myself back from coming too quickly, had to fight to make it last. I could see it was getting to her too. I could see each time she bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping, could feel her body shudder each time I pushed inside her. I leaned down to nuzzle her neck, she gasped and threw her head back to give me better access. She'd always been so tiny in my arms, so fragile, but I'd never seen her let herself be vulnerable like this. This wasn't the best position for motion or depth, but that didn't seem to matter to either of us. She was trying to keep up a smooth undulation with her hips, but occasionally she had to break rhythm and dig her nails into my back as she fought to keep from crying out. Slowly, her neck started to fall back, mouth open, eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling. Her modest breasts were mashed against me with every move, her nipples pushing against my chest.
Suddenly she clapped both hands over her mouth to muffle a scream, and I felt her leg shaking beside me. I was turned on as hell, but I'd been holding myself back so long that I couldn't quite manage to come with her when her hips stopped moving, instead just I held her close and rubbed her ears.
...I know it sounds weird, but hear me out on this. I'd noticed that she always tugged at her ears when she came, and when I tried doing it to, she'd absolutely gone nuts. She'd already taken her more elaborate piercings out for the night, so I only had to be careful around the studs. Her hands trembled and she giggled when I leaned around to suckle on one of her earlobes. When she finally began to come down, she turned her head and pulled me into a deep kiss. I would have been content to just sit there, connected and kissing, but after a moment she pushed me back onto the pillow, slipped off me, and pounced on my cock like a cat on a mouse. Not that I'm... look it's proportional so... Just shut up, alright, you know what I meant.
She played with me a lot more than normal, licking the shaft and doing a lot more work with her hands while she sucked on the head. Normally she went straight for the deepthroat like that first night, which was pretty much ideal, don't get me wrong. However, this was a completely different experience altogether, and I found myself enjoying the novelty. It wasn't quite as viscerally satisfying, perhaps, but it was certainly a lot of fun to watch. She kept eye contact with me the whole time, and her butt was in the air waving back and forth, so my eyes were constantly drawn between that and the show she was putting on down at my waist.
When she felt I was about to pop, she gripped me hard with both hands, rubbed one thumb just on the underside of my head, and angled me so that when I shot it fountained up in an arc and landed on my chest and stomach. When I'd finally finished shooting and was only dribbling out, she slid her lips down all the way to the base, working me with her tongue and throat to force out every bit of semen. She stayed there sucking until I started going soft, then she licked around my groin and all the way up my body, lapping up every splash of cum.
When she got up to my throat, I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her full on the mouth, not caring that she'd just been hoovering up my jizz. She moaned into my mouth, and pressed herself against me. If I hadn't just cum, I'd have pinned her down on the bed beneath me. As it was, I'd need at least fifteen minutes before I was ready to go again. I decided I knew how to spend the intervening time. I started pulling her up, kissing my way down her body. She knew exactly where I was going with that, and stopped me. Three weeks ago, I'd have thought this was part of her game, but I'd learned the subtle differences between teasing and a genuine refusal. Confused, I let her fall back to my lap and gave her a questioning look.
“I'll scream, you know I will. Besides, I need to get back to Megan's room before someone notices I'm gone.”
“Just bite the pillow.” I growled. I wanted to taste her so bad.
“NO!” She tried for serious, but she couldn't fully hide her grin. “We've already been stupid enough. We can't risk it.”
I wanted to tell her fuck the consequences, but she was right. This wasn't the most stable bed in the world, and while we hadn't been moving all that vigorously, we had already made far too much noise for real safety.
She pulled me on my side, facing her, and kissed me again. We made out for a few minutes, and I started to give her a massage, trying to get her to stay just a little longer, but she stopped me with a grin. “Lemme go, you big ape! I've got to get back!”
“Do I hafta?”
“Yes, now let go!”
I groaned into her neck and gave it one last lick, then sat up and picked her up by her armpits. I held her there for a moment at arms length, feet dangling inches above the floor, and looked her up and down, wistfully. She gave me an annoyed look, and I finally set her down, leaned in for one last kiss, then turned her around and sent her off with a loud smack on the ass.
“Better hurry and get dressed...” I said, as she rubbed the offended cheek and stared at me. “... someone might have heard that.”
*** *** *****
The next time I woke, it was to far less pleasant circumstances. My hangover had come in full force, sunlight was streaming in through the window, and Amy was leaning over my face, holding my nose shut with a lazy smirk. She let go when she saw I'd started to wake up, then straightened and said “Get up, big guy, you're sleeping the day away.”
“Consciousness is overrated.” I said, turning and trying to get back to sleep.”
“You've already missed dinner, and I need you to eat so I can put everything away.”
I was about to tell her what else she could put away, and where, but I remembered I did owe her, and stopped the words before they could pass my lips. Besides, I was actually pretty damned hungry. Still, I did get my revenge. I whipped the covers off suddenly, and enjoyed watching the rapidly shifting emotions cross her face; Her eyes widened in shock, then dread, then sagged in relief when she saw I was wearing my swim trunks, and finally she gave me a half annoyed, half amused expression while I pointed and laughed.
I followed her downstairs and saw Jason carrying his desktop and keys to the door, but no one else. Jason gave Amy a wistful look when she wasn't looking, but looked away, embarrassed when he saw I'd caught him. I tried to give him a sympathetic smile, but he was already fumbling at the door.
“Where the hell is everybody? And why are you in charge of cleanup?”
“Megan's parents are off on his business trip...”
“Read, 'golf-slash-shopping trip.'” I said, and she smiled an agreement. I remembered hearing something about that, but I hadn't realized they were going so soon. Then again, maybe it only felt soon for me, it was practically evening after all.
“Megan's over at her new boyfriend's house, and I told Jason I'd clean up and keep an eye on Zoe so he could go hang out with Stephan.”
“Doesn't Stephan usually come here?”
“I convinced Jason that it was time for a change of scenery.”
“Yeah, huh... and you stuck around because...?”
“I told you, I'm keeping an eye on Zoe.”
“Out of the goodness of your heart?”
“Your Uncle left money.”
“You make more from one stream than even my uncle would leave. Besides, your dad buys you whatever you want.”
“I have my reasons.”
All the food and utensils were still out and even reheated the brisket was absolutely delicious. More importantly, there was still coffee steaming on the warmer. I staggered over and poured us each a cup of the holy java.
“Trying to stunt my growth, Tiny?” Amy asked with a smirk, but accepted the steaming mug. I wasn't fooled. Bitch drank more coffee than I did. If she got cut, I was pretty sure she'd bleed brown. My uncle had decent quality stuff, but even so I'd been expecting it to be a bit skunky from being on the warmer so long. Turns out, it was a fresh brew. Amy smiled and just said, “I know how you get” as she added her milk and sugar. then we munched away. It didn't take long, and I focused on waking up and filling my belly rather than trying to start any conversation. Amy seemed just as comfortable with the silence as I was. We ate, I slipped scraps to Lady who helped me clean the dishes while Amy put the food away, all without a single word.
Amy pulled out a joint and raised an eyebrow. When I nodded she walked out to the back and led me to the porch swing. Nikki and Zoe were splashing around in the pool and waved at us as we lit up. I hate the stink and aftertaste of weed, which is why I usually vape, but smoking out the old fashioned way was nostalgic as fuck, and brought up all kinds of memories from my younger days, both good and embarrassing.
Nikki came up to share, and after Zoe begged, the girls let her breath in their last hits on the exhale. I wanted to frown in disapproval, but I knew I didn't have a moral leg to stand on. Besides, I knew Megan gave her hits all the time. Instead, I just shared my last hit with Lady, who sniffed, curiously, then sneezed.
The two wet girls were shivering even in the warm evening air, so they ran and jumped back in the pool while Amy and I finished off the roach. After we were good and buzzed and I was scratching Lady's head, idly, Amy casually asked, “So, how long've you and Nikki been fucking?”
It took me a moment for the question to break through the fog-wall around my brain, a few more to think my way through the implications, and just a little longer for me to consider and discard about seventeen different lies and deflections. At least I knew why she'd worked to get the house to ourselves.
“Welp... shit.”
“Not even gonna try denying it? I'm impressed.”
“I'm not going to insult your intelligence on top of everything else. How long have you known?”
“I've suspected for a while, but I wasn't positive until I followed Nikki last night. You haven't answered my question, bee tee dubs”
“About a month now, right at the end of the school year.”
“Yeah, that's what she said too.”
“You've already talked to her?”
“This morning, we went for a walk.”
“Why ask me then?”
“I just wanted to see your reaction, whether you'd try lying to me or whatever. Curiosity mainly.”
We sat in silence for a bit until I couldn't take it anymore. “So what now?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Amy. You pretty much got me by the short hairs here.”
“Oh fuck you, I'm not going to tell. God! Who do you take me for?”
“Hey, I wouldn't blame you.”
“Well, you can relax, alright? If I didn't report that jackass Stephan, you can be damned sure you're in the clear. Doesn't mean I'm thrilled about it.”
“Didn't figure you would be.”
“But Nikki loves you, I can see that.”
“Nah, she's just working through some stuff...”
Amy actually punched me then, right in the shoulder, and despite our size difference and the awkward angle, it actually hurt. “Don't fuck with me, Ethan, this is my best friend you're talking about.”
I rubbed at my arm and glared down at the little redhead. “Look, I care about her too, but I'm not going to delude myself into thinking this is more than it is. Just yesterday she was hitting on one of the girls at the hospital. She spends as many nights out with them as she does with me. I'm the phase here, and I'm ok with that.” I had more I was going to say, but it was hard to keep my train of thought. It was probably for the best, everything I was thinking sounded like an obvious justification.
“You really don't see it, do you?” Amy was staring up at me, as if amazed that I could be this stupid, and still breathe.
“See what?”
Amy paused a moment, considering me, then asked, “How much has she told you about her past?”
“Nothing I haven't known for years now. I know her Grandma's family hates her, I know she never knew her dad, and she lost her Grandpa only a year after she started staying with them.”
“She hasn't said anything about before her mom took off?”
“Not really. Why, what's she told you?”
“Nothing. Think about that for a minute. Absolutely nothing. Megan and I've been her closest friends for four years, and she doesn't talk about anything that happened before she came to live with her Grandparents, not a single word, to either of us. Doesn't that tell you anything? You're a nurse, you know junkies. Think about the kind of person willing to abandon their own daughter. What happens when that kind of person needs a fix real bad?”
I knew all too well. Amy wasn't telling me anything I hadn't thought of myself at one time or another, but I'd always pushed the thought away. I took a moment and gave the problem my full consideration. It wasn't pretty.
Amy's voice softened. “Don't you remember when she didn't used to let guys near her? Any guy? You always joked that she was tough as nails, but she was more like glass, sharp and brittle and ready to shatter. We all saw her change.” Amy paused to consider for a moment, then continued. “Well, I guess you couldn't realize that she was only different around you, but Megan and I sure as shit saw it. Hell, she doesn't give a shit about sports, but she came to watch all of your games. When we got the news that you'd broken your neck, she broke the fuck down. I've never seen her like that, not even when her grandad died. You don't see the way she looks at you when she thinks no one is looking. That girl loves the shit out of you, and you're standing here telling me it's just a phase? Go fuck yourself, you selfish, clueless... asshole!”
Amy seemed to be trying to decide whether she should punch me again. I scooted as far away as the bench swing would allow.
“Coward.” She said, though I thought I saw the tiniest hint that she was holding back a smile. She sighed, and looked a little embarassed. “I know you're telling me the truth, and I'm sorry for punching you” she said, almost sheepish.
“Nah, I'd earned it.”
“Maybe.” She said, and now she was smirking full force.
“Do you think Megan knows?”
“Are you kidding? Just last semester, Megan thought guys had one more bone than girls do...” Amy went into her Megan impersonation at this point “...because, of their, like, boners!”
“She was just joking.”
“No, she wasn't, she contradicted the biology teacher, she was fucking adamant, I shit you not. Anyway, she's clueless as ever, rest easy. Of course, Steph is the one we have to worry about, she's a crafty bitch.”
“You're horrible.”
“I am. Poor sweet Steph, I worry about her.”
She kicked her legs out and stood up. When I followed her, she turned and gave me a big hug, then pulled me down and kissed my cheek. “I love ya, big guy. Try not to fuck up my best friend more than she already is, ok?”
“I'll do my best.”
We stepped apart and Zoe took that as her queue to jump out, run over and grab my arm to tug me towards the pool. “FINALLY!” she said. “You guys talked forever!” I set my phone and keys on the table, then let myself be dragged off. She got behind me to push and I leaned back on her, but let her get me right up to the edge before I matched her for a stalemate. Amy came in from behind and tipped the balance so that I was going to fall in, t-shirt and all. When I'd passed the point of no return, I stood straight to attention and whipped off a stoic salute, then hit the water with my full side. It stung a bit, but you've got to be willing to suffer a bit for good physical comedy. Zoe was having a giggle fit, which might have had something to do with the schedule one controlled substance I'd tacitly permitted her to have behind her parent's back.
I saw Amy was standing too close to the edge, and I reached out and grabbed her thigh. She tried to struggle, but I pulled her over my shoulder, checked her pockets and found they were free of both electronics and narcotics, then I fell back into the water while she screamed bloody murder. Zoe cheered, then jumped in. Amy had to run inside, but she came back out in her bikini, rarin' for some payback.
Even as late as I'd slept, we still had almost an hour of playtime before it started getting too dark to see easily. There was only a sliver of moon in the sky, and all the lights in the house were off. Lady was barking a little too much so I got out to put her back inside. While I was up, I used Amy's stash to roll us another joint. I had to show off a bit, and I put all my years of expertise into its crafting. I used several papers to roll an absolute monster that used up all the remaining pot. I'd get her some more later to make up for it. I took it back and we smoked this one in the pool. The girls got pretty giggly and Marco Polo became a lot easier. I was just thinking about turning the pool light on when something splashed down by my head, which turned out to be a bikini top. I swam over, grabbed Nikki's arm, and pulled her away from the other girls.
I held up the top and said “We can't do this, not until Zoe goes to bed at least.” Nikki just grinned, I could only tell because I could see her teeth reflecting the dim moonlight. She didn't take the top. “Nikki, please, don't make me put it back on you.”
She still didn't do anything. I sighed, then turned her around to get a better angle... and I felt her top already in place, right where it should be. I looked closer at the top in my hand, and realized it was too big for Nikki anyway.
“Amy?” I asked, incredulous.
“I have a confession to make.” Nikki said, reaching behind her back to untie her own top. “Last night, before I woke you up...” She said, as she untied the strap around her neck and tossed the whole thing to the pool deck. “I snuck Zoe in and had her hide in the closet.” She reached down, then pulled her bottoms up above the waterline, let me see them drip, then tossed them away to join her top, “She saw the whole thing. She especially liked it when I... 'made you pop.'” She started toying with the knot on the front of my trunks. “I know it was bad.” She said, pouting. “I know I should have at least asked you first, but you looked so cute sleeping there, and I couldn't help myself.” She pulled the string, and the knot came undone. At the same time, I was bombarded with another bikini top and two pairs of bottoms from behind. “She was so wet when I got her back in her bed, and I just had to have a little lick.” Nikki said, hungrily. “She tastes like strawberries, and sunshine, and lost innocence.” She pushed my trunks down, and I stepped out of them. “And when she cums, she sounds like a baby bird.”
I should have been furious with her, but I was so high and so hard that I couldn't keep a single thought in my head except for how bad I wanted her. I pulled her close for a kiss, but she squirmed out of my grip and swam away, laughing. I started going after her, but stopped to toss my trunks and the other girl's suits up on the deck with Nikki's.
Nikki swam by again and I lunged after her, catching hold of her ankle, but I didn't have a good grip, and she pushed with her other foot and freed herself. The other girls were laughing and swimming away too. I caught Amy first, probably because her pale skin was the easiest to see in the dim light. I pulled her close, and she gasped when my hard-on rubbed against her stomach. She didn't fight all that hard, but this close, I could see the uncertainty on her face. I decided not to push things too far, not right away at least. I pulled her up onto my shoulder so she was sitting on my hand, then launched her across the pool shot-put style. She was the tallest and most developed of Megan's group, but she wasn't even in high school yet, and I'd had a lot of practice at this kind of thing over the years. My thumb may have slipped between her cheeks as I pushed off her bum, but that can't really be blamed on me, now can it?
Zoe was swimming nearby, obviously wanting me to catch her, so I obliged. She put up a pretense of a struggle, but she was too busy giggling to really sell it. Her legs wrapped around my thigh, and I could feel her starting to hump. I reached down to cop my first glorious feel, and I felt something strange. When I felt around a bit more, I realized she was wearing a butt-plug, the same type that I'd used on Nikki, and not a small one. I looked over at Nikki, but I couldn't make out any details in the dim light. I toyed with the plug a bit, and Zoe quivered against me. When I reached down between our bodies to play with her little pussy as well, she cried out and let me pull her around so I could cradle her in my arms like a baby. She was already pretty well worked up from the plug and whatever Nikki had been doing to her, so it only took about thirty seconds to get her off. Nikki was right, she did chirp like a little bird, tiny staccato cries that sounded as though they were being ripped out of her.
I waited for her to just start to come down, then I picked her up by an armpit and a thigh and tossed her away WWE style while she was still in the first blush of afterglow. The sound of her outraged yelp was cut off when she went under, and it was just about the funniest thing I'd heard in weeks. Amy and Nikki had started making out while I'd been playing with Zoe, but they cried out and separated quickly when I got close. I caught Amy again, and this time I pulled her against me for a good grope. I nuzzled her neck, cupped one breast, and slid my other hand between her thighs. Once again, she tensed up, so I pulled my hand back and just gave her a bear hug instead, then I grabbed her under the armpits and tossed her away.
I set my sights on Nikki. She yelped when I started coming after her, and swam to the edge of the pool. Then the little bitch shimmied out and started running across the lawn. I got out as well and chased her down, though she didn't make it easy. She looped around the big oak, which fortunately had not begun to shed acorns as of yet, ran through the narrow gap between the shed and the fence, and sprinted back towards the pool. I tackled her right before we were about to run out of lawn, and the grass was soft and itchy on my skin as we rolled together.
This was the Nikki I knew. She fought me as though her life depended on it. She tried to scratch me, but I was ready for that and pinned her hands above her head. She tried to bite, but I didn't leave anything in range. She struggled against my grip, but I had her firmly by the wrists, and I turned her over, switched my grip, and twisted first one, then the other arm behind her back so I could hold both wrists with one hand. I pushed her face into the grass, and pressed my full weight against her, driving the breath from her tiny body. I heard that same pleased moan I remembered from that first night, and so many others in the weeks since. I waited for her struggling to slow, then I let her breathe, just a bit, and pressed back down.
I had to do this a few more times before she was docile enough for me to start positioning her. I didn't bother checking to see if she was ready, she would be, I just raised her hips, kept a firm grip on her wrists, positioned myself behind her, and thrust home. She cried out when I entered her, and there was some pain in it, but it was unmistakeably a pleased sound. I pulled her against me again and again, using her wrists as leverage, then I leaned forward on my other arm, pushing her face back into the grass.
I had to admit, some part of me really got off on this, the total domination of it. I felt like a lion taking an antelope, a caveman stealing a mate. It was primal and visceral, and it satisfied an urge that had absolutely nothing to do with sex and everything to do with power.
I pressed forward again, and pushed her down flat, her legs together between mine, my cock still lodged deep inside. I pulled her arms around, one in each hand, and trapped them beneath her chest, then grabbed her shoulders and used them for leverage to pull me deeper inside her. I never lasted long once we got here, and after another minute of frantic proneboning, I started to splash inside. I'd had a vasectomy almost a year back, and Nikki had started on the pill the week after that first night we'd spent together. I use condoms with anyone I don't know, but I consider them a necessary evil.
We stayed like that for a moment, then Nikki turned her head and kissed me hungrily. This was always the way of it. The first time was something of a ritual with us, and I always had to take her by force. No cuffs, no toys, she didn't even like it if I used her own clothes to trap her hands. She wanted me to hold her down and fuck her while she struggled the whole time to escape. Once I'd cum inside her once, she'd be docile as a lamb and I could do anything to her I wanted. She liked it best when I was rough with her, and if she had limits, I hadn't run into them yet. She liked if I used toys and cuffs, never that first time of course, but she was into anything that caused her to lose control. Oh she liked being in control too, don't get me wrong, but I think she usually scratched that itch plenty with her girls, and she went absolutely wild whenever I took charge.
“Wow!” I heard a voice say, and I realized it was Amy. To tell the truth, in all the excitement I'd practically forgotten about everything that wasn't Nikki and my cock. “That was intense.” She and Zoe had gotten out of the pool and were sitting only a couple feet away, buck naked and staring. Zoe's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, and Amy wasn't doing much better
“It's sooooooo good!” Nikki said beneath me, still a bit breathless. You guys don't even know.”
“Wow!” Zoe said. I don't think she even realized that she was touching herself.
I rolled over and pulled Nikki on top of me. I was still inside her, and she started brushing the grass off her stomach, idly. The lawn tickled my back, reminding me of my old football days. Of course, I hadn't been butt ass naked back then, but it was still a nostalgic feeling. Nikki stood up on shaky legs, then ran and jumped in the pool. Amy and Zoe came and helped me up, then we all followed her, laughing.
We splashed around in the pool for a bit, then Nikki pulled Zoe over to the stairs, and started kissing the younger girl's neck and shoulders. I grabbed Amy and was about to do the same when I felt her tense up once more.
“I'm sorry,” I said automatically. “I shouldn't ha...”
“It's alright.” She cut me off, sounding embarrassed. “I want to, and all, I just... I've never...”
I let go of her and waded around to face her, though I stayed at arms length. “You've never?”
“No.” I couldn't see much in the dim light, but I was almost sure she was blushing.
“Not even...”
“No. Nothing. I've never done anything.”
“I just saw you kissing Nikki like two seconds ago.”
“That was different. I mean, sure we fooled around a little, but it was just practicing. No boys though. I've never had a guy... touch me like that.”
“But you've been out with Megan so many times. I just assumed...”
“I've seen stuff, like tonight. I kinda like watching... really like it, actually, but I've never... not myself.”
“So all those jokes?”
“Just things I heard, or saw.”
“How did you keep them off you?”
“What do you mean?”
“All the guys panting after you? What, did you fend them off with a stick?”
“No. The ones that... There was never anyone I liked, or at least the ones I liked didn't like me back.”
“Then they're idiots.”
She actually laughed then, not a giggle, but a full blown laugh, albeit a little short and nervous sounding. “I knew you were gonna say that.”
“Well, I'm a guy, so I'm predictable, but it's true. I mean all guys are idiots, but anyone who'd turn you down has to be fucking insane. Still, it's not anything you should be worried about, I mean it's perfectly normal. I didn't really get anywhere with a girl until Sophomore year of high school, and a lot of my friends didn't do much of anything til college. I guess with all the times I've come pick you guys up, I just thought... I mean sure, I figured Steph probably hadn't, but...”
“Oh she's done everything.”
“What do you mea...”
“I mean everything. Trust me.”
“Yeah, I'll take your word for it. Are you saving yourself or something? I'm really sorry, I just...”
“Ethan, you dolt, I wouldn't have thrown my fucking bikini at you if I didn't want... If I wasn't... I like you, ok? Nikki and I talked about it. We want you to be my first.”
“You two just decided that, huh? Amy, tell me the truth, are you sure about this?”
“Yeah, dummy. I'm sure, but... I'm a little... It's scarier than I thought it'd be. I thought I was ready to... Can you... Can you just hold me a bit?”
I pulled her in close, and walked us over to one of the bench seats on the side of the pool closest to the house. She was trembling; I shushed her and kissed her forehead, then I stroked her hair. It was too curly and too wet for me to run my fingers through it, so I had to stroke her like I would Lady, open palm running over her head and neck. She curled up in my lap and leaned against me as I stroked her softly. I whispered soothing nothings in her ear, with the occasional little joke to make her giggle. I felt some of the tension leave her, and I started to knead the muscles in her shoulders and back. She was sitting sideways on my lap, so I could only really use one hand, but that just meant that I had my other hand free to use on her front. She tried to shy away when I rubbed my palm over her tummy, but I didn't go for any of the danger areas. I just kept rubbing in circles until the skin of my hand started to tingle. I rubbed across her hips and all the way up just beneath the undersides of her breasts. Meanwhile, my other hand was starting to work on the long muscles beside the spine, all the way down to her tailbone.
We must have sat there for a good thirty minutes like that, just letting her get used to the feeling of my hands on her body. Slowly she leaned harder into my chest and her body posture grew more relaxed and open. Her arms unclenched from across her breasts to fall to her side, and she rested her head in the hollow of my neck. When she finally put her arms around me and kissed my neck for the first time, I knew she was getting close.
I cupped her breast again and it filled my palm like a perfect orange. I could see they were uneven and not fully developed with wide puffy nipples, but that only made me want her all the more. My boner started to return, and I could sense when she felt it pressing against her thigh from the way she tensed up. I just kept doing what I was already doing, and felt her relax herself once more.
I picked her up and pulled us both out of the water til we were sitting on the side, my feet dangling. I sat her on my lap with her back facing me, my cock trapped between my belly and her back, and her legs draped on the outside of my thighs. She was starting to breath heavily, but she didn't fight me, and just sat there, obviously focusing on staying relaxed.
I went back to rubbing her stomach, this time with both hands. I didn't go between her legs yet, but I used a tip an old stripper friend of mine had taught me and pressed my palm hard against the Mons, right where her bikini would normally cover. You have to press surprisingly hard to do it right, and I eased the pressure from one side of my palm to the other and then back again. That won me my first moan, and she actually put her hands over mine, pressing me against her even harder, and moving my hand in a circle just above her pussy.
While I was following Amy's lead, Nikki had Zoe giving off these little huffing, frustrated cries. I looked over towards the sound and I could barely make out their outline, but I sensed they were watching us. I gave them a wink that I wasn't sure whether or not they could see, then kissed Amy's neck.
Amy started putting more emphasis on the downward motions, but I teased her, going everywhere but where she wanted me to go. She grew more insistent, and I kept diverting my fingers off course. Just when I felt her draw in breath to say something impatient, I cupped her pussy and ran my middle finger along the groove, then spread her lips and used my thumb to run along the length of her clit hood. I didn't even try to expose the little bugger yet, just 'worked the shaft.' Soon I had Amy giving off those same little huffs, and her hips started to rock impatiently, which felt all kinds of interesting against my cock.
I eased my middle finger into her, tenatively, but I met with no obstruction. She was tight, sure, but there was no noticeable hymen. Soon I even had my second finger up inside, and I could really go to work.
Nikki and I brought the girls up at roughly the same pace, and they came within a minute of one another. I held Amy as she came down, then snagged a nearby foam raft that was floating by, pulled it up beside us, and laid Amy down on it so her legs were dangling off into the water. I slid back in the pool, draped her legs over my shoulders, and went to town. I had to adjust our position a bit, but it worked surprisingly well. She was almost at the perfect height. The pool didn't have a true deep end, it was the type that got deepest in the middle then came back up to another shallow end, so I could stand comfortably in almost the deepest area and still only have to lean forward a tiny bit to munch away. I had fantastic control over her hips, from this angle to keep them from bucking, and I could reach up and cup her breasts without having to stretch too much.
Nikki shamelessly stole my idea, though she had to stay in the shallower water to make it work on Zoe. I don't know how long we stayed down there together, but I only stopped when Amy pushed away my head after yet another orgasm.
“Too much!” Was all she could manage to say, though she repeated it with every panting breath. “Too much... Too much...”
I crawled up with her, ignored the discomfort of the hard pebbled deck on my poor knees as best I could, and kissed my way up her body, stopping for a while to suckle her breasts before continuing up. When I got to her jaw she threw her arms around my neck and frantically sought my lips with hers. I lay against her, fitting as much of my body on the raft as I could without crushing the poor girl. She tried reach down and fondle my junk, but that wasn't what I wanted her focusing on right now. I grabbed her hand, worked my fingers through hers, then pulled it up above her head. She was a good kisser, and I recognized Nikki's influence on some of her technique. We made out until I couldn't ignore the hard pool deck digging into my ribs.
I adjusted us both, pulled her up fully onto the raft, then straddled her with my knees and elbows. This time when she reached down and wrapped both hands around my cock, I didn't stop her. She tried to jerk me with inexpert motions while I stared into her eyes and our breath mingled. Her lack of experience showed, but it didn't matter, I was as hard as I'd ever been. I put one knee between her legs, then the other, and I pushed out. She opened for me willingly, and I pulled her ankles up over my shoulders. It wasn't my favorite angle, but it was the classic freshman fucking position for good reason.
As soon as I'd gotten between her legs, she'd been lining me up for entry, but I'd held back. She kept rubbing me up and down on her slit, which felt intense on my head, but still I held back.
“Ask me.” I whispered in her ear. She shook her head. “I'm not going to do anything unless you ask me.” I said. I was conveniently ignoring all the things I done earlier in the night of course, but no one ever said pillow talk had to make sense.
“I...” I waited, but she looked away, embarrassed. “You're looking at me!”
I grabbed her chin and turned her back to look in my eyes. She was still rubbing me up and down along her slit, but that seemed to be something her body was doing automatically. The girl looking into my eyes was terrified. “Do you want to get on top? You could control...”
“NO!” she said, too forcefully, then she calmed herself and tried again. “No, I like... this is good. I want...”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to...”
I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Just say it.”
“Oh god! I want you inside me. Please!”
That was good enough for me. I pressed forward and speared her slowly. She winced as I entered her, but she grabbed my hips with her hands and tried to push me in even faster. When I was inside up to the hilt, I stayed motionless for a solid minute, just kissing her and letting her get used to having me inside. She was giggling in little bursts, as though releasing pent up nervous energy, and when I kissed her cheeks I could taste her tears.
“Are you really ok?” I asked gently. “We don't have to...”
“Oh fuck that shit!” she said, only the slightest little tremor in her voice. “Shut up and fuck me!”
I was happy to comply. I tried to start slow, but I could feel her impatience, and I started thrusting hard enough to make a clapping noise each time my hips hit her legs. We kissed as long as we could, but suddenly she threw her head back and cried out. “Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fucking fuck me!” It went on along that line, and I hated to break the mood, but my elbows were feeling every pebble of the pool deck, even through the foam pad, and I just had to change positions.
I spun her around to doggie and slammed back home. Within seconds it was as if we'd never missed a beat. I fucked her like a Khal, and she stretched her arms out in front of her, resting her head on the little pillow while I slammed into her.
I don't know how many times she popped, at least twice, but it could have been more. It gets kinda hard to tell after a while. I was so close, but now my knees were killing me, so I had to change the position one more time.
I pulled her up to my chest, then flipped us both around so that I was lying on the raft with her back against my chest. I'd tried to do it while staying inside her, but I'd slipped out during the transfer. She reached down and lined me up again, then ran her fingertips along my flanks and hips, up and down, back and forth. I used one arm to hold her chest, cupping the far breast in my palm, and the other arm to control her hips, diddling her clit with my fingers. After a few thrusts, her arms left my sides and clenched into trembling fists that shook near her shoulders. I kept up a continuous litany in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how good I felt inside her, how hard she made me, all that stupid shit that sounds good in the moment. It doesn't really matter what you say anyway, it's all about how you say it and whether you make her believe it. She turned her head so she could feel my lips brushing against her earlobe, which I took as a good sign.
I thought about pulling out, I really did, but she just felt so good, and I wasn't really thinking straight. Besides, why have a vasectomy if you're not going to use it?
When she felt me coming inside her, Amy let out a squeal, and her leg spasmed hard. I felt a tongue lick my balls, then kiss right beneath them while I was still pulsing, and I knew Nikki had joined the party. Zoe crawled on top of both of us and reached her arms around for an oreo hug. I laughed and kissed her forehead even as my cum continued splashing inside Amy. Nikki milked me, working my balls and massaging my perineum while she also sucked on Amy's clit, keeping her orgasm going as long as possible. When I started going soft, she pulled me out and cleaned me off, then lapped greedily at Amy, not seeming to mind the unholy mess. Amy made some noises of protest, but I held her fast while Zoe squirmed and Nikki licked. If she'd really wanted to stop us, I would have let her, but she didn't put up more than token resistance.
When I'd caught my breath, I grabbed Nikki's arm and pulled her up with the rest of us, so the girls were all in a dogpile on top of me. I kissed each girl in turn, then sat up, keeping them all trapped in a bear hug, staggered to my knees then onto my feet, picked all the girls up off the ground, then waddled over to the pool's edge. I stood there for a moment, savoring their dire threats and imprecations but finally I fell in, taking all the girls with me.
They tried to cry outrage, but there were too many giggles mixed in for me to take them seriously. Things devolved rapidly, and soon we were playing an even naughtier version of the chasing game again. Everyone was familiar with everyone else's body by this point, and what were once quick gropes were now full on feel-ups. The girls swam between my legs and grabbed my limp cock on their mouth, threatening with teeth, but never truly biting. The only real surprise came when I licked Amy's asshole for the first time. She made a noise like a surprised ostrich, but I just wiggled my tongue against her sphincter tasting chlorine and little girl skin. Nikki went for the sixtynine when I licked hers, though she couldn't really keep it up too long since she was upside down underwater, and Zoe just giggled when I licked around her plug.
We roughhoused for a little bit, but we were pretty much all pooled out. We got out, dried off, and went inside. Between the weed and the workout, we'd all worked up a good healthy appetite, and none of us really felt much like having barbeque for a third, or fourth in the girl's case, time in a row. Once we got to talking, we also realized we were out of weed, and none of us really felt like hanging around, just waiting for Jason or Megan to come home early and stumble across us all humping like rabbits. We left them a note saying Zoe was staying over at Amy's place, and piled into my car.
It wasn't quite eleven, so there were still plenty of restaurants open. I let the girls choose, and we ended up going to Cheesecake Factory, which was fine by me since they have huge portions and a lot of options. We didn't bother making up a cover but we did keep the conversation above the belt. We ate, and I bought us each our own slice of cheesecake. With the crazy portion sizes, the girls all had plenty to take back to my place.
We went back to my apartment, threw the leftovers in the fridge, piled on the couch, and Nikki picked out some foreign movie on Netflix that had a lot of very explicit sex scenes, straight and lesbian. We passed the vape pen freely, and clothes started to magically disappear. We ended up with Zoe in my lap while Nikki knelt between my legs, toying with both of us, and Amy sat off to the side, watching the proceedings and rubbing herself slowly. During one of the most intense scenes, Nikki lubed up my cock, pulled out Zoe's butt plug, checked to make sure everything was Kosher, then lined me up for entry.
At first I could barely fit the head inside, and even that was painful, but I didn't try to move at all, and Zoe insisted she didn't want me to take it out. She sat there trying to adjust while the lesbian lovers fucked onscreen and Nikki ate her pussy like the professional she was.
Zoe began to relax and accept more of me inside, and after another half hour I was almost completely in. I began to slide in and out of the little girl's ass, so slowly. It was maddening, but we were laying the groundwork here, and tonight it wasn't about me. I knew that things would be much better in the long run if Nikki's body learned to associate this kind of stimulation with overwhelming pleasure. So I held back, and barely thrust at all, an inch in, an inch out. I only managed to cum when Nikki rimmed me for almost ten minutes. AfterwardsI pulled her up for a kiss, not because I like the idea of tasting my own ass, but because she fucking deserved a kiss after everything she'd done for me.
I was so drained I couldn't even think of getting it up again tonight, but I lay there, kissing Nikki for the rest of the movie. Zoe went to sat on Amy's lap, and whenever we weren't kissing, we all tried to figure out what the hell the movie had actually been about.
We were all drooping by the time the movie ended, but was still had just enough energy for giggles and gropes when we crammed in the shower together. We had to resort to soaping up body to body for the most part, there was just so little room, but that was fun in and of itself. Afterward we all dried off, and fell in bed together. I knew I'd done well, because the girls didn't even stay up talking at all, they just fell right to sleep. I fell asleep drained and surrounded by gorgeous naked flesh, and I still had three more days before I had to go back to work. I started to make a plan for the next day, but I fell asleep before I could come up with anything good. I was confident we'd find some way to keep ourselves occupied.
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