Chapter 19

I’m the first one awake Saturday morning; she does sleep well here. I ease out of bed and do my business in the bathroom; she’s still asleep but moving a little, I cover her up, put on a robe and head for the kitchen. It’s almost 10; I guess we both needed the sleep. I make some more orange juice, then start frying some bacon; soon I hear her moving around. She joins me in the t-shirt and obviously nothing else; I get a loving hug and kiss from behind, then she wiggles her body against mine.

“Turn around baby, I need a real kiss.” she tells me. I put the fork down; once I’m turned, she opens my robe and plasters herself against me. “You’re so nice and warm, and that bacon smells so good. Are you making anything else?” she questions me, before sticking her tongue in my mouth.

She is a handful, a very nice handful; I tell her so, returning the kiss. “I can fry some eggs and we can make bacon and egg sandwiches; I can cook some hash browns if you’d like more.”

“The sandwiches sound great; I’ll make some toast and then we’ll eat. Maybe we can practice some more after that,” she giggles. She is going to be a real handful; I’m back to hoping I can keep up. She makes the toast; I finish the bacon and start on the eggs; I get out some shredded cheese to put on them after they’re flipped. She fills our glasses with the orange juice; I put the sandwiches together and we sit down to eat across from each other.

“These are really good,” she exclaims; “and I’m really hungry for some reason,” she grins at me. “I’d really like to get used to this.”

“Well, I’m sure I can at least save you some money at the cafeteria. I wouldn’t mind getting up and fixing the three of us breakfast; although you’d be on your own for lunch. I guess I could make you a bag lunch; send you to school with an apple for your teacher.”

She laughs at me; “You are quick; I keep forgetting about that. I usually just take a snack of some kind to eat for lunch, then spend most of that time in the library doing homework. I think Kelly does too; most of the girls do that. We need to watch our weight; don’t want to get fat.”

“You don’t need to watch your weight, you’re perfect just the way you are. Kelly’s a little too slender, if you ask me; you are just right.”

She dimples and blushes a little. “All the models in the magazines are so thin, sometimes I wish I was too.”

“It’s just a fad, honey. There are painting of women just like you in museums and men’s clubs all over the world; you’ve got all the right curves in all the right places, in just the right amount. Don’t you worry about it at all; you’re a beautiful, sexy woman; most men would love to be with you.”

“Most men?”

“Most. There are a few gay guys around who probably wouldn’t be interested in you, but you never know. The day cook is gay; don’t you know that about him?”

“He is? I knew there was something different about him, but I didn’t know what.”

“You’ll never catch me going into the storeroom with him alone.” I tell her.

She cracks up; “I’ll never be able to go into the storeroom again without thinking about that. Has he tried to put the make on you?”

“A couple times early; I let him know I was NOT interested. I think he’s still a little disappointed.”

Now she’s laughing even harder; “Let’s clean up the kitchen, then figure out what we’re going to do. I think Kelly is coming by around 2, to talk before we go to work.”

I can see the gleam in her eye. I wash the dirty dishes while she puts the other stuff away, I stack the clean dishes in the rack to dry and turn to wipe down the table. Irene is leaning back on the edge of it, t-shirt pulled up exposing herself to me; she’s got some really great legs too, I tell her so.

“You make me feel so sexy; I want you all the time,” she purrs at me. “Come over here and kiss me.” I move in front of her, cup her head in my hands, and give her the best kiss I can; she responds eagerly, standing up and leaning into my kiss. “Touch me baby, feel how ready I am for you,” she whispers. I do; she’s wet and warm, I swear I feel her quivering a little. I get her to jump up a little as I lift; I sit her on the table and have her lean back on her arms as I kneel before her. She spreads her legs for me as I lean in, moving the t-shirt out of the way; I hear her gasp as I put my tongue on her.

“Oh my; that feels so good. I didn’t mean for you to do this, but please don’t stop.” I have no intention of stopping, this is as good for me as it is for her; I tell her that before continuing. I lick her for a couple minutes, teasing sometimes, firmly at others; she is having a great time, so am I. Finally she pushes my head away, hops down off the table, turns around, and wiggles that great ass at me; “Do me baby, take me hard!” she begs me over her shoulder.

I loosen my robe and stroke myself a couple times, then easily slide into her to the hilt; she grabs the table and starts pushing back at me as hard as I’m pounding into her. Again I soon feel her start to spasm a little, trembling and shaking; I hammer her through that orgasm and feel her start to push back at me again. Her second climax only takes another minute; this one is bigger and she really goes wild when I moisten my thumb and press it against her anus, I feel it flexing and spasming too. After last night I’m able to enjoy the sex without cumming myself; eventually she calms down and just rests on top of the table, I run my hands up under the t-shirt and caress her back and sides. When she lifts herself up, I move my hands to her breasts and cup and squeeze them softly; she stands up fully and covers my hands with hers, shows me how she wants to be touched now, humming a little.

“So good; what are we going to do if I move in?” she mumbles, turning her head for an awkward kiss. I ease myself out of her and turn her around to face me for a real kiss, which she returns lovingly. She reaches down and discovers I’m still erect; she gives me another kiss before smiling and dropping to her knees, taking me deeply into her mouth. That makes me gasp a little; she hears me and starts sucking on me, bobbing her head back and forth. She has her hands on my ass pulling me toward her; she is serious about this. I rest my hands on her head; she pulls off my cock, looks up and starts jerking me; “Cum for me baby, cum in my mouth!” she pleads, before going back to sucking on me; holding the base of my cock.

I start gently thrusting and groaning; I let her know I’m close and she works even faster. I don’t last much longer, soon I’m spurting into her mouth; she doesn’t slow much until I make her, letting the excess drool out of her mouth onto the floor. She pulls her mouth off but continues to jerk me; she swallows and wipes her lips off on the t-shirt before she smiles up at me and engulfs me again, gently this time. She continues sucking even as I go soft, humming again; that gets her one last twitch before she lets go and leans against my legs. “Kelly told me she really likes doing that for you; so do I,” she looks up and tells me. “You don’t have to finish every time; just ask me to suck on you, I’ll love doing it.” I help her to her feet and give her another kiss; she hugs me again and says into my shoulder; “That was intense, I loved it. I could taste myself on you at first; I taste a little sweet. Does Kelly taste good too; how about Chris?”

Hmmm. “You all taste a little different, but really good to me. I could go down on you all day myself; so the same goes for you, just ask and I’ll gladly treat you and myself at the same time.

She giggles at that; “We’ll have to set some strict rules if we move in; this could easily get out of control. Let’s go cuddle on the couch a little bit; then we’ll get dressed.” I gather and tie my robe again and we head for the couch, after a little discussion I end up lying back in the corner of the couch with a pillow behind me. At first Irene lays on top of me with her head on my chest; then she gets to her knees, removes the t-shirt, opens my robe, and lies down again; giving me a kiss first. I pull the throw down from the back of the couch and cover us, she snuggles in. “It’s so much better this way; I want your bare skin against mine as much as I can. I don’t think you realize just how good this is for me; I feel so loved and secure and desired. I’ve never had this before; it’s so peaceful too, another thing missing in the dorm. You really think all three of us live together?”

“Pretty sure we can. I come from a big family with several brothers and sisters; they we all younger but always around so I’m used to not being alone. We won’t be together that much really; except late at night. All of my sisters are years younger, that will be very different; you’re both so attractive and sexy. It’s a good thing I won’t be trying to study anything; I can always read my books and stuff while you’re in school. Both of you have spent time living with several other women; living with just one shouldn’t be a problem; will it? The big thing is going to be how we spend the nights together; we’ll have to work that out. What really changes is what do you girls do if you start dating someone seriously, where do you go for some privacy with your guy?”

“Living with Kelly, for me, will be like living with a sister; I’m sure she feels the same way. As far as dating someone; we wouldn’t take someone back to where we live now, so that’s not really different; and that’s not going to happen anytime soon. We’re already sharing you intimately; we’ll figure that out. I don’t see many possible problems for us; in most ways it will be easier.”

I caress her back under the throw, and lean down to kiss her forehead, before speaking. “We’ll be friends living together; the lover’s part we can keep quiet about. This is so very good for me too; especially right now, you laying down naked against me is fantastic. If we hadn’t just made love, I’d be hard as a rock. I’m still getting little urges and twitches; it feels so good.”

She giggles, and writhes against me a little. “It’s the same for me, honey; if you were hard right now, we’d be having more fun. I feel bad that for you it’s mostly once and you’re done, it doesn’t seem fair somehow.”

“Well, even if I don’t get hard; this is still pretty exciting and stimulating, even if just mentally.”

She lifts herself up a little and moves up for another kiss; at first tender then it quickly turns passionate. She’s holding herself up with her arms; I can feel her dragging her hard nipples across my chest as she kisses me. After a few moments, she settles back done on top of me; lower this time with her head on my stomach, my groin nestled between her breasts. This straightens her out a little; she’s not bowed anymore and almost horizontal.

“This is so nice and peaceful, so soothing; you feel like a nice, warm, firm pillow. Can I take a little nap, just for a few minutes?”

“Absolutely; I’m comfortable with you lying on me like this. Just close your eyes and rest; if you go to sleep, I’ll wake you before Kelly gets here.” She drifts off to sleep soon; she seems to be really out, even me slightly changing position occasionally doesn’t disturb her breathing. I just hold her close and let her rest; there’s nothing we really need to be doing. A little over an hour later she stirs; then a few minutes later, looks up at me.

“I was really asleep,” she yawns, “I’m still a little groggy. Let me go to the bathroom, wash my face and brush my teeth, that should wake me up. Stay put, I’ll be right back.” She returns a few minutes later, she’s back to wearing my t-shirt again but has put on a nice pair of panties; I tell her I like her outfit and she smiles at me. I’ve gathered my robe around me again and put the throw on the back of the couch; I’m still just leaning back in the corner of the couch. She leans down to kiss me, then peels my robe back and lays down on top of me again; head on my shoulder, arms around me. “You don’t mind, do you? This is so comfortable; I could spend all afternoon right here.”

“I’m comfortable too, this is nice. Kelly should be here fairly soon, should we get dressed?”

“If we move in with you, we’ll be seeing each other in all kinds of clothing and levels of dress; she probably won’t mind at all. I do need the throw on my legs, they’re a little cold,” she tells me, pulling it back down and arranging it. She snuggles in and starts talking about school and the dorm; I caress her back and let her ramble. It’s maybe 30 minutes later when we hear the back door open and Kelly’s voice.

“Can I come in, are you decent?” she calls with a giggle.

“Come on in, we’re just resting on the couch,” Irene answers. “We’re not dressed to go out, but we’ve got some clothes on. You’ll have to sit in the chair; I’m so comfortable I don’t want to move.”

Kelly comes in wearing jeans, and a blouse and sweater; she’s carrying a bag that she sits on the floor, probably her work clothes. “You look comfortable; I wish there was room there for me too. Have you talked him into letting us move in yet?”

“Pretty close,” Irene replies, “I’ve got him realizing it won’t be bad, and could be pretty good. We should probably not move completely in right away; at first just do a trial period to see how well it works.”

“That makes sense.” Kelly responds. “We need to see just how much space we have; I don’t remember a closet in the spare room. Have you guys looked in there yet?”

“Not yet; we’ve been busy,” Irene giggles.

“You look like you’ve been very ‘busy’,” Kelly laughs back. “Was it good?”

“Too good; as always. That’s been one of the things we’ve been talking about; how do we share him intimately when we’re living together?”

I decide to speak up. “You girls can’t just run around here naked all the time; that would be too stimulating and distracting for me at the same time. You’ve got to agree to take it easy on me; not be trying to seduce me all the time.”

Both girls laugh. “We’ll be good, at least most of the time.” Kelly speaks first. “It’s just so new and exciting; maybe it won’t be so bad for us, if you’re around all the time. If you guys are done laying around today; let’s go see what’s in the spare room.” Irene gets up and goes to the bedroom put some jeans on; I stand and start to do the same, tying the robe around me; Kelly stops me for a quick kiss. “Thank you for considering this, we’ll make it work; I promise.” I give her a better kiss, and am just barely able to stop her from untying the robe again. She giggles and reluctantly lets me go; I’m having a few more doubts about this thing working. We’ll do a two-week test trial, I think; before letting them completely take over; though I already know that’s what will happen.

Soon we’re all dressed and going through the spare room, pulling out the boxes and spreading them out in the living room. Some of the stuff is kitchen utensils, cookware, and dishes; I move them to the kitchen to go through later. There’s a bunch of clean, mis-matched clothing in various sizes and condition; the girls can’t resist going through them all in the living room, soon half-dressed and trying some of the stuff on. I ignore that the best I can, and keep pulling junk out of the spare room. There’s some chairs and small tables, and a bunch of odd and ends; lamps, an iron and ironing board, sports equipment, some small tools, cleaning supplies and bottles of stuff. I get it to the point where we can easily get to the two single beds, and the small dresser and chest; then go back to the living room. The mess has just changed locations; the girls have clothing strewn everywhere. I take one look and decide we need some real adult supervision, and go to see if Jill is available. I go down and knock on their back door; turns out she’d like to see what’s in the spare room too, and Jack is napping. I lead her upstairs, when she gets to the living room she stops and laughs.

“This looks like a natural disaster in here; what have you got?”

I show her I’ve got most of the stuff out the spare room, it will make a nice, small bedroom; a little crowded with the two twin beds, but cozy. The kitchen stuff is all junk, she doesn’t care what happens to it. It’s the same for all the odds and ends, and the clothes; none of it is stuff that her family used. The three ladies are soon talking about the two of them moving in with me; I decide to go get a simple cheese pizza, the ladies agree that sounds good. I get back 30 minutes later; there’s a big pile of stuff to get rid of, and fortunately a smaller pile of cloths and linens the ladies think we should keep for a while, we’ll go through the kitchen stuff later. We snack on the pizza; it’s obvious Jill has approved of the two girls moving in. The rent will increase to $75 a month, including utilities; I can handle that.

It’s Jill that suggests moving the double bed into the smaller room for me; and set the two twin beds up in the larger room for the girls. It has the closet that they will need and I don’t, and will fit more of the other bedroom furniture; Jill tells me I’ll be surprised at how many clothes girls have. 30 minutes later Jill leaves; we decide to load up as much of the stuff we don’t need into the two cars and take it to a re-sale shop, no sense putting it back in the room. An hour later the apartment is almost back to normal, and we’ve got to get ready for work. I grab my work clothes and change in what will be my new room; the girls are almost ignoring me as they change clothes and get ready; I notice a bunch of grins and that the bedroom and bathroom doors don’t get closed. By 4:30 we’re ready to go; Irene and Kelly in one car, me in mine.

I get to work and clock in; Gary’s been there since lunch and is doing fine; the new cook soon arrives. His name is Mike; he’s middle-aged and I find out quickly he’s worked for the chain for a few years and wants to move up to management. I show him around, our restaurant is much newer than the one he’s used to, and organized a bit differently. We decide to just use one end of the mirror-kitchen; that he’ll do the plating and Gary and I will do the cooking. It works out pretty well, soon we’re working together without too much fumbling around. I notice all the ladies are keeping an eye on us; their tips will largely depend on how well and fast we get their orders out. We get through the supper rush; Gary leaves for his music gig and I explain to Mike how thing generally unfold here, with the shopping and entertainment nearby. His store is quite different, they do a lot of carry-out business; and used to have carhops on roller skates, and parking lot dining. We talk for most of the night, getting acquainted; he comments on the higher business volume and intensity here.