Chapter 8: Developments

— Steve —

Lisa has a job! Shortly after moving in with me, her last employer called, but she wasn’t interested. The killer: they insisted she return to North Carolina at the same pay as before. However, she found similar work here with a company here in Fulton County; they offered her a significant pay bump.

Coming home from work that night (when she accepted the offer), she attacked me just steps inside the door. Shoving a sandwich in my mouth, she dropped and went after my belt and fly. By now, she had perfected her blowjob technique, and I was coming in only a minute or two.

After that, I took tiny steps with my pants puddled around my ankles to a chair. While I removed my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, Lisa excitedly told me about her new job.

“Hurry up and finish your sandwich, Steve. I want your cock in me!”

It was too soon; I wasn’t ready for that, but I followed her to the bedroom. The scent of her arousal was in my nose, and an obvious dribble of pussy juice was snaking down her thigh. It was a quick decision but the right one; I put my face between her legs and started licking.

I ignored her brief sound of disappointment and agitated her folds. To be honest, the wet noises were like the sound of a dog at their water dish. Her hand was in my hair, urging me forward. I decided Lisa was going to come first. She was so ramped up that it wouldn’t take long.

“Oh! God! Coming!”

I felt her finger intruding, pushing my tongue aside and squishing down hard on her clit while her body shook and she soaked my chin and neck.

“Oh, hell, Lisa, you wet the bed again.”

“Oh. Ah. Don’t. Ah. Care. You fault, uh, you didn’t fuck, ah, me.”

“Yet!”

Lisa squealed happily.

Later that night, after four, no, five of her orgasms and two of mine, we were cuddling and chatting under the covers.

“I guess, now that you have income again, you’ll be able to get your own place.”

“What? Steve, do you want me to move out?”

“No, no, I want you to stay. I just thought...”

“You thought WRONG, clown. I thought you wanted to marry me.”

“I do!”

“You have a terrible way of showing it. Look at my hand. Notice anything missing?”

“Nail polish?”

“Oh my fucking God! What is that motel down the road? Econo Lodge?”

She’d thrown off the covers and was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I apologized sincerely and at length. Finally, she settled back in the bed with me.

“I’ll take care of it, Lisa. Right away. Do you have any preferences?”

“Preferences? Oh, hell, I’ll just go with you. I’ll get something I like, and the size will be right.”

“Oh, yeah. Good idea.”

With no mortgage, I wouldn’t take rent from her, of course. However, she bought all the groceries from then on, which made sense given that she was cooking while I handled the cleanup.

— Tonya —

The Franklins’ king-sized bed held four bodies, two white and two black.

“I guess you guys missed us,” I groaned, panting. As I preferred, Roy’s long and thin cock had been up my ass. I rolled up on my side so I could look at everybody else. Betty was draped over Lou; her eyes were closed, with a blissful expression on her face.

“Thank you, Louis,” breathed Betty.

“It was my pleasure.”

“Let’s take a break. We have fruit juice and Coke Zero.”

We all sat (on towels) around their dining table catching up.

“What’s going on with your son, Tonya?”

“Oh, his new; I mean, his old girlfriend has moved in with him.”

“New and old?”

“They were dating back in the spring, and she had to move away. Then the hurricane made her homeless, so she came back. They’re going to get married. Before that, I’ve been teaching her to cook and to eat pussy.”

Betty burst out laughing.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Of course I am. I’m an educator, remember?”

“She must be really sexy and beautiful. And Steve is OK with this?”

“He is. It’s a double standard, I know, but two women getting it on just feels different. I don’t think he would be OK with Lisa and Louis. And I haven’t touched Steve’s cock since he was, I don’t know, two or three years old. So how are you doing with Tim?”

“Oh, I wore him out yesterday.”

My eyes got pretty wide. I glanced at Roy, who seemed unperturbed.

“Oh, relax. I played basketball with him.”

All three of them laughed at me, damn it. They wouldn’t stop until I threatened to withhold sex. That just set them off again! I sulked until Roy said he was going to set up his sex swing for me. I had to smile, then.

— Steve —

“Lisa, can we talk?”

“Uh-oh.”

“No, nothing bad. I want to talk about diamonds.”

“You don’t want to buy a diamond for me?”

“That’s not it. My concern is that a lot of the diamond mines are caught up in wars and horrors all around the world.”

“Oh, shit. I never even thought about that. Look, we can get another kind of ring or no ring at all.”

“Lisa, that’s not what I’m saying. We have other options. We could get an antique ring or a ring with a created diamond or colored stone—emerald, ruby, or sapphire. Also, there are jewelers with certified ethical sources for diamonds. Oh, Lisa, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, Steve. (Sniff!) Find us a shop with those options. I can wait to buy something which we are both comfortable with. You’re the best. I’m lucky to have you! Now, why are your clothes still on?”

Saturday at the jewelers, Lisa picked out a modest sized created diamond with two “sister” diamonds and bands of sparkling tiny diamonds. In sunlight, the ring dazzled, and she kept holding her hand out and twisting it slightly to create little flares of light. Then she whispered in my ear.