Chapter 63

The knocking at my front door was expected, but definitely not this early. It was barely 2 PM, and I wasn’t expecting the girls for another couple of hours. I’d also heard from all three as usual throughout the morning and lunch, getting the regular general chatting and a couple of teasing pictures from each of them, so I knew it couldn’t be them.

Part of me wondered, as I came down the stairs from my office and Jasper scampered by on his way up and away from whatever stranger was going to dare violate our domain, if it was going to be Mel. I kind of felt like she owed me an apology after she piled on to my stress the day before, and I also fully expected that we needed to have a conversation about ... Well, everything.

So my first guess was Mel, and my second guess was Jehovah’s Witnesses, as I went to the front door and opened it.

Then my jaw dropped.

“Hey,” Rhia said. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” I said, snapping my mouth closed and stepping aside so she could walk in the door.

Seeing Rhia wasn’t shocking - and to be fair, what she was wearing wasn’t nearly as shocking as Elyse showing up naked. But I still wasn’t ready for this. Her long, wavy brunette hair was down and cascading attractively down her back and over her shoulders. She’d done her make-up with a soft touch, preserving her natural, youthful beauty. But that dress. It was a white summer dress that really shouldn’t have been all that impressive, looking sort of like it was covered in red polka dots, but they were actually little embroidered strawberries up close. The key was the cut - it fit snugly on her thin, tall body and came down to her mid-thigh, but that also meant it was tight through her prodigious chest.

Her tits looked fucking amazing, practically forming a shelf as they slightly bulged over the top.

By the look in her eye, she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Little early, Snorey,” I said. “Everything OK?”

“Nope,” she said, a little tightly, which made me frown. She’d gotten about five steps into the house and turned to face me, so I shut the door. “We need to talk.”

“Alright,” I said. “Can I get you a drink?”

She shook her head, her hair waving with the movement. “Are you busy right now?” she asked. “Do you need to go hang up a call or anything?”

“No,” I said, gesturing towards the living room to our right. “You’ve got my full attention, Rhiannon.”

“Good,” she said. Then she closed the distance between us instead of going into the living room like I’d suggested, and she kissed me.

She fucking kissed me.

Rhia was wearing white heels to go with the dress, tall enough to bring her right up to my height so it was nothing for her to grab me by the collar of my shirt and pull herself to me. Our lips met, and she kissed me fiercely, and it took a moment for my brain to catch up and realise I should probably kiss this gorgeous woman back. So I did, and she let go of my collar so that her hands could slide up to my shoulders, then higher up to run her fingers through my hair as she held me in the kiss like she was afraid I was going to pull away.

I groaned softly, holding her by the waist. She grunted back, soft and girlish, feeding me her tongue.

It was tough to know how long it went for, but at some point I staggered backwards and my back pressed to the doorsill into the living room, letting her press against me more firmly, her compacted tits a heavy weight on my chest.

When our lips finally parted, I think teenage- or college-aged me would have probably already creamed my pants after a kiss like that. I felt like I’d just been through a half-hour makeout session.

“Rhia,” I said, a little confused. And more confused when she glared at me like I’d said something wrong. “What?” I asked.

“God,” she scoffed, her eyes searching my face.

“What, Rhiannon?” I asked more firmly. “I can’t read your mind, so stop acting like I should be able to.”

She stepped away from me and stalked into the living room a few steps before turning back to me and pointing accusingly. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she said.

“We talk literally every day,” I said, right back to being confused.

“That’s not what I mean,” she said, her hand gestures making it obvious she was frustrated. “In the game, Shane. You’ve been avoiding me in the game. You’ve fucked Elyse, and you’ve fucked Tori. I thought maybe it was reasonable that I went last - it was my screwed up idea, and yeah, us doing stuff would be ... weird-ish. But also not really. And I liked getting to explore lesbian stuff with them when the other was with you. Turns out I like pussy more than I thought. But, Shane, you barely look at me, let alone touch me. Elyse has sucked your cock, Tori has sucked your cock, I haven’t. They’ve both fucked you, I haven’t. You’ve given them orgasms, I haven’t gotten a single one from you, and fucking hell the way they talk about you...” She paused and took a breath, but I didn’t interject. She was clearly on a roll with something she’d been thinking about a lot. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she repeated herself. “And I need to know if it’s because you just don’t find me attractive, or if it’s just too weird, or what? Because now Elyse is coming over here to fuck you for fun, and Tori’s probably going to do it to, and I haven’t gotten anything and I want to have sex with you. I want to fuck you, and I want to make love with you and feel ... everything they are. But...”

She trailed off, her bosom rising and falling heavily with her emotional breathing. I waited to make sure she was done, and when she tilted her head a little, I realised she was.

“Rhiannon,” I said. “I’m not-” I immediately realised I needed to revise the statement I was about to make. “I wasn’t intentionally avoiding you,” I said. “But maybe I was, without meaning to. Because it is a little weird trying to connect the gorgeous, beautiful, sexual you with the kid I called Snorey and who called me Lumpy. My best friend’s daughter, no less.”

“A best friend you fuck on the regular,” she said. “So it’s not like it’s not complicated. I know.”

“It’s just a hurdle to get over,” I said. “Everyone is communicating; everyone is OK with it so far. Let me be explicit with you - you’re deadly attractive, Rhia. Drop-dead sexy. I count my lucky stars every time you send me one of those frustrating topless pictures, let alone when you’re walking around here with the other girls showing off.”

“OK,” she said, letting out a breath and her shoulders relaxing a bit. “OK. Good.”

“OK,” I said.

She reached back and unzipped her dress and started peeling it off. “Let’s get over the hurdle then,” she said as the dress came down and her tits spilled free. They were big and looking almost a little swollen, their pale, smooth expanses lined with little ridges from the dress biting into them and leaving creases. Her areolas were pale pink and pointed away from each other, and her nipples were already little pebbles of firmness in the centre of each one.

“Right now?” I asked.

Rhia raised both eyebrows, pushing the dress down over her hips and letting it fall to the floor of my living room, leaving her completely naked except for the white strappy heels. Her mound was completely smooth, either waxed or lasered or something of the sort, and the little triangular gap between her thighs showed off her little lips wonderfully.