Chapter 4: Was I Dreaming?

Saturday morning, Steve roused slowly and tried to organize his brain and his body. He was in the middle of his queen-sized mattress, with the sheets and blankets rumpled all around him.

“Ow!”

His ankle was reminding him how many times yesterday he’d tried to use it. And his dick felt sensitive, too.

“Oh, yeah! Lisa and Chris. Wh-Where’d they go?”

Just then, Lisa swanned in, stark naked.

“Morning, Steve. Chris wants to know your omelet preference.”

“Wow. She was serious? Um, I don’t care; I’m fine with whatever she bought last night with the eggs. Thanks, Lisa.”

“I’ll tell her. Just stay like that; I’ll be right back.”

When she stepped away, he looked down at his hard-on ruefully. He really needed to pee, and he didn’t trust the look in her eye.

“I’m back, Steve. Let me take care of that for you.”

“Crap! Sweetie, I’m all backed up; there’s too much pressure. It makes me hard which keeps me from leaking, but it also keeps me from enjoying things. Do you mind if I make a quick stop before we make love?”

“I’m coming with you. I’m kinky that way. Chris said it was ten minutes until breakfast was ready. Let’s go into the bathroom now.”

She led him into the shower, faced him, and grabbed hold of his cock.

“OK, let it go; don’t be shy. Ooh, nice.”

After some hesitation, urgency overcame his embarrassment. She directed the stream into her crotch, thrilled by the warmth and naughtiness. Her own pee joined his, flowing down her legs.

“OK, Steve, good job. Here’s your reward.”

She kneeled and took him inside her mouth.

“Lisa? Um, there might be a little...”

“Hush. It’s fine.”

A few minutes later, Chris walked in. Folding her arms, she scowled.

“What the hell?”

Still on her knees, Lisa had pulled off to swallow his load, leaving his hard-on glistening and still erect.

“Chris, she’s greedy and she’s kinky. She pulled me into the shower and made me pee on her, then got down and slobbered on me.”

“Oh, poor helpless baby boy. I’m not sympathetic; everybody pees in their shower. I would do the same thing with you, excapt I was making breakfast for you and the slut.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry, Lisa. But I get him after breakfast. Come and eat before it gets cold. Just dry yourselves quickly and bring a dry towel to sit on.”

“Aye-aye, Captain Chris,” responded Steve, adding a crisp naval salute.

She left, and Lisa used a grab bar to hoist herself up to stand. They stepped out, she handed him a towel and took another one for herself.

At the table, Steve leaned back in his chair and patted his belly.

“That was the best omelet I’ve ever had, Chris. Thank you! When can you move in?”

“Here? With you?”

“Exactly! Rent-free. What do you say?”

“Um, you want me to cook for you, though. And I’ll have to put out, too. Right? I don’t know; it seems kind of mercenary. Plus, Novato is so far away from the airport.”

“I’ll dump this place and move closer with you. We could try looking in Brisbane, Daly City, and Millbrae. Areas like that. C’mon, sweetie, give me a chance.”