Pixie
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Chapter 50: Summer in Columbus
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 50: Summer in Columbus - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
As we planned, most of headed back to the mainland on a charter flight at the end of March. Jane head already headed back to the U.K. rather than use up her six months B-2 visa just hanging around St. Croix and watching the addition be built.
What surprised me was that Troy planned to go with her. He was going to be her guest on whatever the equivalent of a B-2 visa was in the U.K. She really liked him and I wondered where their relationship was going.
Before we separated in different directions, I pulled Jane aside for a private talk about baby making. “Jane just listen, and you need not reply. While I will love to be a father with you, I think you have found someone else that also loves you. Do not blink an eye about a decision to have that man impregnate you. I fully support what will happen, and I will love you not an iota less. Go and make yourself happy. Get on with the next phase of your life.”
I kissed her goodbye and I couldn’t help but feel the gratitude from her and see it in her eyes.
I kept in touch with Troy and Jane separately. One day in May, Troy wrote in a rare email that Jane was taking him north up near the Scottish border to meet her elderly mother.
Sometimes, I make leaps in my thinking, connecting several entirely isolated things together and reaching an unusual conclusion that no one else can see. I did that and came to the conclusion the Troy and Jane were getting married.
I shared my logic with Mel and a few others and got odd looks, but no one discounted that I might be right. Jane wanted to live in the U.S. She would do much better if she came to the country as the wife of an American citizen. She could immediately get a better visa, and accelerate the process to get a green card.
I didn’t know whether Troy was acting out of love or just a sense of helping Jane in some way. Based on what I saw before we left St. Croix, I convinced myself that it was pure love.
I sent a one-word message to the two of them the next morning: ‘Congratulations’.
My phone rang about five minutes later. I answered and Jane bluntly said, “How did you know?”
“Intuition, plus taking a suitor to meet your elderly parent has to mean something, otherwise you’d just go yourself. I tied that to your wish to live over here and ultimately get a green card, and then to the love I saw that you were developing with Troy.”
Jane said, “Damn. We wanted to surprise everyone, and by the way neither of us have any plans to change what goes on when we’re all together.”
“Good to know. If you want, I will keep quiet and let you disseminate the news as you’d like. Let me know. When’s the event?”
“Saturday. My parents will get to see the wedding that way. My friend Vivian is going to be my maid, and Troy is going to use a cousin of mine as his best man – John King.”
“Honeymoon?” I asked.
“Not right away. I want to wait until the addition is done and closer to the time you’ll all be down in St. Croix. As for sharing the news, you may have the privilege of informing Mel and all the others about what’s happening. I love you all.”
We chatted for another minute or two, and I blew her a kiss and we ended the call.
I told the others. We all wanted to do something for the bride and groom, but decided wait until they were stateside again. On that note, I called Diana and got a report of how the addition to the house was going and how the makeover items at the Eldorado Resort were progressing.’’
She reported that the stucco job on the outside of the villa had been completed, but the final paint job had to wait a month for the surface to cure. The stucco had been colored, in any case. Inside, the sheet rock was finally going in since the inspections of the subs work had been signed off.
Mel sent over directions for the paint and decor in the various rooms. A custom cabinet maker was going to start soon, putting in custom closet and even bedside built-ins, and some cove build-out over the some of the beds. One room would have an annex to a nursery for the child that Jane and Troy would have.
I said, “Well, they’ll be married Saturday. What’s the next logical thing to happen?”
I texted Jane with the reactions. I got back a ROFLOL emoji, and didn’t know what to make of it. I guess we’d find out the answer to my question over time.
The Columbus house was bursting at the seams so to speak. Living there were seven adults, three children, and an infant. Ashley and Meghan also wanted a dog. We’d talked about how to manage this crowding situation on St. Croix, but there was no great solution.
The family room off the kitchen that was mostly dominated by Ashley, Catrice, and Meghan, became their bedroom. We got bunk beds for the room and rearranged the sofa, television, chairs, and hobby table. Ivy took the room at the top of the stairs. With some electronics, we established that she could keep an ear out for problems overnight. Helen moved in with her, and they claimed they had no problem with that arrangement.
The master bedroom contained Mel, Katie, and me. We brought Taylor into a corner of the room, and Tracy took the small room that the kids had been in along with Devon. Over some of my moans, Max – an Australian Shepherd about one year old – also joined the family. Mostly he stayed with the kids, probably because they provided the most entertainment value to a dog.
The other Columbus residents had their own homes: Carson; Gary and Mackenzie; and my parents, Joyce and David. Not too surprising, Carson started to spend a lot of time at our house too, overnighting with Ivy and Helen on a frequent basis.
After a couple of weekend nights with everybody at the house, we concluded that everyone could sleep there overnight overnight if a few of them slept on the patio chaises under the overhanging roof. That would work in good weather and when the temperatures were reasonably warm. They’d also have to be properly dressed for when the children arose in the morning.
I concluded that when Troy and Jane returned from England, we fundamentally had no space for them at the house except a living room sofa and chair. My guess was that they’d want their own space, the same way Gary and Mac did. I could always find them temporary space in one of SPT’s apartment units. I had no idea what Troy had done with his apartment, or whether the couple would also need a nursery.
Both Carson and I segued back fulltime into our jobs at SPT. We hadn’t been out of touch entirely over the winter. Each of us touched base daily with different people in the company. We were both deep brown with strong tans from our outside activities on the island. We both took a lot of ribbing about that, given that everyone else in Columbus was pale and tired of winter as April started.
Carson had bought another strip mall while we were away. This one should have had eighteen shops in, a few large and the rest smaller. The building was only half occupied and we could understand why.
I drove out to the Whitehall Mall to see what the problem was. I saw it immediately, and started laughing.
Dead center in the strip of shops, and right where cars turned into the mini-mall to park and shop was an adult bookstore – advertising on its windows ‘Erotic DVDs, Onsite Movies, Private Booths, Stimulating Magazines, and Sexy Clothing – Come in and take a look!’
The stores on either side of the place were empty, and then as one headed toward either end of the strip, there were a few shops. I was sure that all of them were suffering from not having the kind of customer traffic they wanted.
I went into the Adult Pleasures shop and took a look around. Having been in a few shops like this, I gave this one a grade of ‘B’ – the place was clean, the merchandise laid out well, but the place screamed SEX! of every variety. Pick your perversion and there was a section of the store or rack devoted to it. The one occupant was the cashier; a young woman about twenty-five that looked relatively nice except for the green hair, the visible piercings, and double nose ring.
I smiled at the girl and said, “Just taking a quick look. Does the owner show up here much?”
“Yeah, he opens at eleven a.m., and runs the place until two, when I come on duty. Sometimes there are two or three of us here. He usually closes up around eleven, although I can earn some TO doing that.”
I figured the statement about multiple people being there was to scare me off if I planned to do anything to her – very unlikely. In any case, she could probably make it to the door before I could get to her. I waved and left the shop. I walked the rest of the little mall, and even walked the whole distance in the alley behind the place. I also took a bunch of photos of the place from the outside.
When I got home, I presented the problem to Devon, somewhat my protégé. I showed her all the pictures and we even printed some of them out and pasted them together so we had a rough two-foot-long panorama of the front of the mini-mall.
Devon asked me what the inside of Adult Pleasures was like and I described it to her. I didn’t take any photos inside the sex store.
Devon grinned at me and said, “I’ll have an answer for you tomorrow. I just need to think of a few things to see whether my idea will hold water.”
We were up the next morning, and Devon rode into work with me. I noted that she had the folded-up panorama we’d done the evening before with her, as well as several pages of scrap paper with notes all over them.
In the car, Devon said, “I want to pitch my idea to you when we get to the office. I just need ten minutes of your time.” I nodded and agreed.
Carson was just coming in, so I invited him to hear Devon’s ideas for the new mini-mall. He looked delighted to be asked and led us to his conference room. Devon sat between us and spread out the photo montage of the place in question.
Devon began, “You’re right, the entrance and exit from the place sticks your nose right into Adult Pleasures regardless of what shop you’re going to. I doubt that it’s doing them much business, but it’s killing the traffic at the other stores.
“So, my idea is to get them to move to the empty east-end unit. It looks to have about fifty-percent more space. Keep the rent the same as a lure.
“The sign on the street belongs in the 1950s. The place needs a new one. Offer Adult Pleasures top billing. No one will read that high and we can control the font size on the sign. That’s another lure. If you feel we need more bait, we could offer to help them move, even having some of our crews go over to help. The move could probably be done in a day. We should offer to move the sign they have over their door too.”
Devon looked at either side to see what our reaction was to her idea.