Chapter 17

When we returned from the inn, Pollyanna and Michelle were at the house, waiting for us. We exchanged our gifts, and I thought I would take a guess before unwrapping my presents.

"'Buffy the Vampire Slayer, ' season five, and a CD," I said when Michelle handed me my gift.

"You're half right," a grinning Michelle said, and I found out it was Season 6 of the show and that the CD was of a musical episode that they had done from that season.

"Season five and a CD," I said, as I began to unwrap Pollyanna's present.

The Spice Girls CD that I received brought a fit of giggles from the girls.

"What if I don't like 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer'?"

The look of disbelief I received was similar to the one I had gotten when I told them I had never seen the show a few months prior. Therefore, I just thanked the two girls for my gifts, and they thanked me for theirs. Since their parents had insisted on paying for their plane tickets, I ended up buying them some clothes I had noticed them eyeing on our last escapade at the mall. I also included a gift certificate to a local day spa for each of them.

To her credit, Traci waited until after the gift exchange before grabbing her friends and sister, then dragging them back to her room. A bemused Marge followed when Traci invited her, as well. With the knowledge of how much my girlfriend liked to talk, I thought it would be the longest that Traci had been in her room. I could not wait to tell her where I had hid my gifts.

The girls returned partway through the third episode of season one. I did try to pay attention to what they said to me, but the show distracted me. They gave up on me and ended up watching it, as well. I was barely aware of when Michelle and Pollyanna left and, throughout supper, I dominated the conversation, talking about what I had just watched. I got a few chuckles when I speculated that Xander and Willow were destined to be together. It was because of that experience that they began to bring my food to the living room instead of forcing me to the table.

After a couple of days of me staying up watching Buffy, Traci began to hint that she was ready to explore what we had started on Christmas. She was kind enough to wait until I had finished watching the episode to broach the subject.

"My love, I have been up seventy-nine hours, and I am afraid that I won't be of much use. I promise you that as soon as I'm done watching this and I have slept a little, we can make love nonstop."

I spotted Rose coming downstairs and added, "In the meantime, maybe Rose could take care of you with one of her birthday gifts."

Traci stared at me for a second before getting up and grabbing a confused Rose by the hand. Traci dragged her back from where she had just come from. Torn between seeing if my girlfriend would follow-through with what I had suggested or watching Buffy, I did what was most logical. I resumed watching.

It was dark out when I had finished watching all seven seasons. It was during season five that I gave Lori money to buy the last season for me. She must have figured that it was better for me to be finished watching the series instead of having to deal with me bugging her when I was done with season six. I thought about what I had just finished watching.

I at least understood some of the phrases Rose would say to me, her favorite being 'five-by-five'. Another theme I picked up was that it was better to be honest instead of trying to hide something, because it was always worse when they found out about the deception. It was when I started to consider telling Traci the truth about me that I realized that I was operating on no sleep, and any decision I made would reflect that. As I walked to the master bedroom, I began to strip off my clothes. The exhaustion hit me hard enough that I stood in the bedroom, debating on crawling into bed or at least taking a quick shower. Hygiene won out, and I took the shower.

I crawled into bed and spooned my girlfriend. I must have been really out of it, because it took me a few minutes to realize that there were a few things wrong. One, Traci was wearing pajamas, something she hardly did unless she was on her period, which I knew she wasn't due for just yet. The second thing was that her breasts felt a full cup size bigger. In addition, when had Traci's hair gotten so long?

It was when I realized that I was not holding Traci that I became wide-awake. I scrambled over to the bedside table and hastily turned on the light. There, lying next to me, was Lori. She had a grin on her face, obviously enjoying the deception that had just occurred.

"Traci and I had a bet to see if you would be too tired to notice who you were sleeping with. I guess she won."

She gave a little fake pout, which I rolled my eyes at, then started to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

"To get Traci. She said I could only stay in the bed if you didn't notice."

"Well, we could pretend that I didn't notice."

"That wouldn't be fair," she sighed. And, with that, she left the bedroom.

Traci must have been in her room because the two girls returned shortly. Traci dragged Lori into the room with her. She then let go of her sister's arm, went over to the dresser, retrieved a pair of sweatpants from there, and tossed them at me.

"Knowing Chad, he's naked under there. You can sleep with us tonight, but not with him naked."

Lori gave me a nervous look, so I smiled at her and shrugged. To save some embarrassment on her part, I donned the sweatpants underneath the blankets. I moved to the center of the bed; Traci crawled in on my right side and Lori on my left. I gave both girls kisses on the temple before turning and spooning my girlfriend. I thought that she would have preferred a more meaningful kiss, but I had been so tired that I had forgotten to brush my teeth. I doubt even everlasting love could withstand five days of dental hygiene neglect.

Traci was wearing a sleeping tee shirt; my guess was she was not comfortable enough yet to be prancing around her sister naked. I cupped the breasts that I was most familiar with, gently squeezing them. Traci started to rub her panty-clad bottom against my groin, when I felt Lori press up against my back. I feel asleep rather shortly after that.

When I awoke, I had no idea what time it was. My internal clock was off because of my marathon viewing of Buffy. My first instinct was that it was still night, since the room was completely black. I ruled that out when I heard a bird chirping. Traci and Lori must have figured that I needed my sleep and had made sure that the blackout curtains were drawn. There were no signs of my bedmates, so I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

On the way to the bathroom, I stopped off at my desk and fished out a Camel from the drawer. I was unsure if it was the weekend, but I figured that I would rather play it safe than sorry. I smoked the entire cigarette before brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth out. There would be hell to pay if it turned out it was not the weekend, so I left the fan on in the bathroom to vent out any traces of my cigarette. After I put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, I headed out to the living room.

"Look whose back among the living." Rose greeted me. She was sitting on the sofa with Lori and Traci. It appeared I had interrupted a conversation between Traci and Rose.

I gave a weak smile, "What do ya expect when y'all give me DVDs as presents? Just to put them on the shelf or to watch them?"

Traci said, "A normal person would not watch them all at once."

Traci stood up as I walked over to her, so I wrapped my arms around her hips. I gave her a gentle kiss. After I broke it, I looked into her eyes and asked, "And when did I become a normal person?"

We resumed our kiss, only to be interrupted by a pillow thrown by Lori. Traci and I moved to the sofa so that we were no longer blocking the view of the plasma. I was delighted when I heard that it was Saturday -- until Traci pointed out to me that it was the start of the New Year.

"You said you would quit smoking as part of your New Year's resolution."

"Okay. How about a few addendums? I can smoke my remaining cigarettes, when I am overseas, and after sex."

"No," was the reply from my stubborn girlfriend.

"Okay," and I started to fish for my cigarette case from my pants when she stopped me.

"What do you think you are doing?" she demanded.

I glanced at the living room clock and said, "I gave up smoking for thirteen hours and twenty-three minutes. I'm going to start up again. That is, unless you want to consider the addendums I mentioned."

I received one of Traci's patented pouts while she considered it. When I opened my cigarette case to retrieve a Camel, she stopped me. "Fine, but only when you are overseas and after sex. And, just so you know, you won't be getting any more sex from me."

"I'm cool with that. Lori, are you busy? I want to have a cigarette and..."

A pillow swung by my girlfriend interrupted my request to Lori. I grabbed my girlfriend and began to tickle her. Rose got up and assisted me, as well. After a minute of this, Lori announced she was going to her room to watch the television up there since it was impossible to watch it in the living room. We stopped our assault on Traci and promised to be quiet for Lori.

I asked Traci, "Why didn't you wake me up at midnight for New Year's?"

Traci let out a groan. "We tried a dozen times to wake you up, but you were dead to the world!"

"She just didn't want you to get up because then you would have insisted on kissing everybody," Rose supplied.

"You're right, I would have. I guess I can always do that now." I got up and went over to Rose. I gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. I then went over to Lori and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. I looked around and asked, "Where's Marge?"

"Mom had to work a double last night. It gets very busy at the hospital during New Year's, but she should be home soon," Traci answered.

I settled back down on the coach and Traci scooted over to lie up against me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and resumed watching the show on the plasma. While we were watching it, I began to run my left thumb along the bottom curve of her right breast. Every so often, I would drag my thumb across her nipple before returning to the base. Traci responded by starting to rub her pert ass into my groin. Lori looked over and laughed at our antics.

"You know, sis, he's just doing that so he can have a cigarette."

In reply, I stuck my tongue out at Lori and called her a spoilsport. She flashed me a smile before returning her gaze to the plasma. It was during the next commercial break that Traci got up, pulling me with her.

Traci asked, "Think we can be done before the show starts back up?"

I responded by grabbing my girlfriend and slinging her over my shoulder. I told the other two girls, "We'll be back in a couple of minutes. Traci and I are going to my room and fuck like rabbits. If anybody wants to come and watch, feel... Ouch!"

Since I had Traci slung over my shoulder, she was able to slap me in the ass quite hard. That brought some giggles as I carried my girlfriend out of the living room and to the bedroom. When I got in the bedroom, I tossed her into the center of the bed and began to undress. Traci removed her clothes, too, all the while watching me. When we were both nude, I climbed on the bed to join her.

Since I was on a time restraint (and I really wanted a cigarette) I decided to go for speed, not accuracy. After a few brief kisses, I parted her legs and lowered my head to Traci's dripping sex. I gave her a couple slow licks along the outer edges of her pussy, then decided that I was in the proper position for renegotiation.

"One cigarette per climax."

"What?" asked my confused girlfriend. She had tossed her head to the side and closed her eyes, but she reopened them at my out-of-place statement and looked down at me.

I clarified for her, "For every time that you or I cum, I want a cigarette afterwards."

"You said after sex. Blowjobs or eating me out does not count as sex," Traci replied.

"A former President of the United States might not count oral sex as sex, but for me, if an orgasm is involved, it's sex."

I resumed what I had been doing before our colloquy, only to stop and ask again about my terms.

A frustrated Traci exclaimed, "Sex is when you put your dick up my cunt!"

"Fine, I'll dip my wick a couple of strokes, and then I'll pull out and go have my cigarette."

As I held my conversation with my beloved, I was slowly working two of my fingers in and out of her tight passage. I used my thumb on her clitoris as a further bargaining chip. She finally caved into my demands.

"You win, you pussy tease. One cigarette for every time you or I climax."

I knew I would be pressing my luck with her if I added 'or Fran' to our compromise, so I did what any good boyfriend would do: I began cunnilingus to my girlfriend.

I later left the bedroom to go smoke the four cigarettes I had earned; actually, three I had earned and the one that Traci and I had earned together. When I was passing through the living room to the backyard, Marge came in wearing her nurse's uniform.

"Happy New Year," I announced to Marge as I went over to the foyer to greet her. Wrapping my arms around her, I gave her a kiss on the lips. I was not too surprised when I felt her tongue dart into my mouth, but when it grew passionate, I was taken slightly aback.