Chapter 14

Thursday, I woke up fairly early; her warm ass against my groin had brought about the typical results. One of my hands was cupping a breast; she moved one of her hands on top of mine and started me fondling and squeezing; “Yes please,” was all she said. I played with both her breasts for a minute, then started stroking her body; down over her belly, over her mound, and as far down her legs as I could reach. When I moved my hand back up, she took it in her hand and moved it tight against her pussy; showing me what she wanted as she leisurely spread her legs, laying her hand on top of mine. I slowly ran my fingers up and down her slit, she was very wet; I used her juices to lubricate the tip of my cock, then gently entered her from behind.

“If you’re sore or it gets uncomfortable; let me know.”

“I’m not sore,” Mary quietly moaned, “this is incredible. You’re hitting that spot again; for God’s sake, don’t stop.” We moved together for several minutes, never moving very fast; sometimes stopping for a few moments and savoring the feeling. Rubbing against that bundle of nerves got her panting again; gently playing with her clit excited her even more.

“Play with your breasts; show me what you like,” I whispered into her ear. Soon she was manipulating both, pinching and pulling at her nipples more than I would have. “Now stroke your clit,” I told her; “so I can hold on to your hips and fuck you.”

She groaned and moved one hand to her pussy, stroking her pearl hard and fast. Soon she was thrusting her ass back at me as hard as I was moving forward; she was sopping wet and moaning constantly. We both only lasted another minute, my spurting into her triggered her gushing a little more as she orgasmed; we spasmed together for a few seconds, then she collapsed next to me, trembling.

“What a way to start the day,” she eventually sighed and softly chuckled. “I’d like to get used to this.”

“Unfortunately; we’ve run up against the limits of the male body, baby. I’m sure you could go again with only a little encouragement; I need a couple hours to recover.” I glanced at the clock, 07:30; “I’d like to go exercise for an hour or so, if that’s okay?”

“That’s fine; I’m going to go clean up a little, then come back to bed and savor the morning. Now I know what you meant about sleeping in a wet spot; I can feel your juice oozing out of me,” she giggled.

“Our juices, sweetheart.” I got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned up; then back to the bedroom to don my PT gear. I gave her a kiss and caress as she was getting up, that lasted a few more seconds than originally planned. Eventually we were able to separate; Irene seemed to still be sleeping as I headed for the back door.

It was not quite freezing; thankfully no wind, but I was glad I had put on a couple layers, and a pair of gloves. I was out for a little over an hour; it was one of my better runs and I was still breathing a little heavily when I returned. It was cold enough that I didn’t start sweating until I got inside; I quickly stripped down in the bathroom and was in the shower when I heard the door open.

“Okay if I join you?” Mary laughed, slipping in next to me. We washed each other down, with a minimum of groping; and managed to dry each other off too. “This is the way to take a shower,” she chuckled; “another thing I’d like to get used to.” She kissed me and played with my cock a little bit, which got a bit of a reaction; kneeling on the floor and sucking on me got even more.

“I love this, honey,” I told her as I helped her to her feet; “but it’s still a little too soon. Why don’t we go to breakfast, then I need to go to the bank; when we get back, I should be ready to go, we can play more then.” By the time we got dressed Irene was up; Mary talked her into coming with us. I was a little surprised when we went to ‘our’ restaurant, “Are you sure you want to go here, don’t you see enough of this place already?” I asked. The reason quickly became apparent; soon there were a couple waitresses asking indirectly how the night had gone. I should have known; I just shook my head and went to talk to the managers. I chatted with them for 15 minutes; the other girls walked off with a grin when I slid into my seat. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to come back here again,” I said with a chuckle.

“Well; it’s probably a good thing you don’t work here anymore,” Irene laughed. “It’s you own fault; if you weren’t such a good guy, there wouldn’t be so much interest. When will you be able to come back?” she asked.

“Yes,” Mary chuckled, “when can you visit again?”

“It’s not going to be for quite a while,” I told them; “maybe not until next Christmas; you girls better have boyfriends by then. I’ll keep writing, and let you know what I’m doing; but I will be working, and maybe traveling; I just don’t know.”

“We know,” Mary said; “you’re not one to settle down. But if you do get up here, you better come see us.”

“I will; I promise to stay in touch as much as I can. The next several months I’ll probably be traveling and won’t have an address that you can reach me at; but I’ll write you and let you know what I’m doing.” We had a nice breakfast, then Irene left for the library; Mary and I dawdled until the bank was open, then I closed out my account there. I ended up with a bank check for almost $2000; and I had a second bank check from the credit union at Naval Air Station Memphis, money I had saved while there and from playing in Nashville. All told I had well over $4000 saved up; I’ll need to start another savings account in North Carolina.

Mary and I did a little bit more shopping, then headed back to the apartment. We put the groceries away; then she hugged me close and ground her hips against me with a smile; yes, I was ready for more, almost as much as Mary. The details aren’t important; suffice to say, by 3 pm Mary started to get a little sore. We christened the couch, and the kitchen table got checked for sturdiness; she was disappointed when I didn’t finish, even after I told her it was still very satisfying for me. We experimented with different positions, and talked about what she liked; and she told me what she was looking for in a boyfriend. She had obviously been talking with Kelly and Irene, and her mother and Chris; by the middle of the afternoon, I was fairly sure she wasn’t going to do anything rash, sexually.

I shouldn’t have been surprised when Chris came by around 3:30; then Kelly showed up soon after. After a couple more hugs and kisses; we chatted on the couch until the three of them had to get ready and leave for work. We’d had a trace of rain earlier, but it was still in the mid-40’s; the weekend was forecast to be below freezing all day. I didn’t have anything to do, and I really didn’t want to talk to Jack or Jill about making love to their daughter; I went for another run, then cleaned up and took a nap; Irene was supposed to be back around 9 and I wasn’t sure what to expect.

It turned out; for the most part she wanted to talk while I massaged her feet. Nothing new; she had talked to Mary already and knew our loving had been all Mary had hoped for. She talked about school and what might be in her future; I talked a little bit about what I expected to be doing; the biggest thing was that Irene realized that this would probably be our last intimate time together.

“We’re not going to see much of you anymore, are we?” she asked.

“Probably not,” I replied. “I’ll be working; and from what I understand, once I’m fully qualified at work I’ll be eligible for assignment overseas. That most likely means Japan, but probably not this year; I might make it back up here next winter, but that’s not something you should count on. I’ll keep writing; you know that if you ever have a serious problem, I’ll come back as quick as I can, but it will probably take a couple days to arrange.”

“I know,” she said. “It’s just that you’ve been such a big part of my life for the last 18 months; it will be hard to have that change.”

“I feel the same way; maybe not quite as much because I’ve known this was coming for a long time,” I told her. “You’ve been an important part of my life too; but it’s not like I’m going to forget you. The reality is that I’ll be thinking of you a lot, hoping you’re doing okay.”

“I will be, it’s just going to be a big adjustment. Let’s go take a shower, then cuddle in bed for a while before the other girls come back.”

That’s what we did. I turned on the electric blankets to warm the sheets on all the beds; then we had a nice, long, hot shower; I comforted her the best I knew how. We were in bed early; me on my back, her curled up next to me; still talking about nothing important; she commented on the new electric blankets I had bought for them, how much she appreciated it. There was a little bit of kissing and caressing; mostly we just enjoyed being next to each other. Eventually she turned over on her other side and I spooned up against her back; she moved my free hand to her breast and started wiggling her ass against my groin. I responded the way she hoped; I gently ran my fingers up and down her slit until she was wet enough, then entered her from behind and slowly made love to her. We were both trying to make it last as long as possible; but 20 minutes later our orgasms were perfectly in sync; groaning our mutual satisfaction.

“Now, just stay in me as long as you can,” she murmured, once we had recovered. “I want to go to sleep with you in me.”

Once she was asleep, I got up and turned out the light; I was still up when Mary arrived just after midnight. I explained that Irene was sleeping; we spent 30 minutes on the couch talking and me taking care of her feet. Again, nothing significant was discussed, but she was very aware I was leaving soon, and probably for a long time; soon we all headed for our respective beds.

I woke up early Friday morning; it was still just barely above freezing so I eased out of bed and went to do my morning exercising. I got back a little after 7 and took a quick shower, mostly to warm up; when I eased back in bed with Irene, she just snuggled in close again without saying much. It was maybe an hour later when we heard Mary get up; I wasn’t surprised when after a few minutes she, in herr panties, to join the two of us in the double bed; Irene gave the okay. Again, not much talking; though they mentioned how nice the electric blankets and warm beds were the previous night. Eventually we decided to get up; I got dressed and made a nice breakfast for all of us; they showered and put on some casual clothes. We decided to go to a movie; we saw the 1 pm showing of the new movie ‘The Sting’, and binged on popcorn and candy.

Back to the apartment; Kelly showed up and all three girls teased me running around in their underwear, ironing their uniforms; I refused to take the bait, though Mary was extremely provocative until I agreed she could join me again in bed that night. After many hugs and kisses they finally left for work at 4:30; I went over to Jack and Jill’s, we decided I could treat them to supper out and a movie. We went to a very nice Italian place; then saw ‘Cinderella Liberty’; we all thought it was great. Back to their place; the only thing Jack asked was how the girls were handling me leaving again; I told him they were getting pretty quiet. We chatted for a while; I explained what I might be doing for the next year or so, both told me I would be welcome to visit anytime. By 11 I was back in the apartment; I got most of my stuff in the car, ready to travel in the morning; at 12:30 the three girls got back.

We spent an hour talking and relaxing, all three were obviously counting down the hours until I left. I promised not to leave early, we would have one more breakfast together; Kelly and Irene headed to bed and Mary went to take a quick shower alone. I was waiting in bed when she got out; she quickly ditched the towel, gave me a quick sexy pose; then scrambled into bed with a big smile. She was very ready, and not sore at all; we made love for quite a while in different positions before ending with Mary on her hands and knees, me behind her, doggy style. That position seemed to really do it for her; she dropped her head to the pillow and was screaming into it as we both finally finished. Eventually she just collapsed onto her stomach; after a couple minutes she was softly chuckling; “Okay baby, I’m done; I’ll sleep in the wet spot and see you in the morning.” I rolled off her and cuddled and caressed her for a bit, soon she was sound asleep.

Saturday morning, I was the first one up; I took a quick shower, shaved, and put on clean underwear; I rejoined Mary in bed as she was waking up. Kelly and Irene joined us for one last cuddle session; 4 in a double bed does not work well. At 8 we all got up and dressed, the girls showering first while I started breakfast; they finished the last little bit while I packed the last of my belongings and set the bag by the back door. We had a nice leisurely meal; I got goodbye hugs and kisses from all three, then I was off.

Again, not quite freezing and the roads were clear; I stopped for gas as I pulled into Pittsburgh and called Trish to tell her I was 30 minutes away. There was a full-service carwash next door, I had the Buick cleaned inside and out; we’re supposed to be going to a formal ball Monday night. Trish was obviously watching for me; she greeted me at the car as I was getting my bags out.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she squealed as she hugged me. “Thank you again for doing this, I think we’re all set for the New Year’s Eve celebration. I’ve got a hair and makeup appointment Monday afternoon and my dress is ready; as long as your uniform is ready, we’re good to go.”

“Then we’re set,” I said as we headed inside; “I was a Boy Scout for a while; their motto is ‘Be Prepared’. My uniform is all put together, I just need to hang it up and brush it down, get any lint off it. How about the deal with your art professor; am I going to be modeling for you again?”

“Yes,” she answered; “We’re going to do that Wednesday and Thursday; the plan is for us to gather at the studio at 9 am both days, we’ll break for lunch, and have a second session in the afternoon. My professor wants to talk with you at the ball to make sure you know what you’re getting into, and are okay with the arrangements.”

then we were inside and I was putting my bags into the vacant bedroom. “That sounds good to me; I take it your roommates haven’t come back yet?”

“One was supposed to be back already, but she called to let me know she won’t get here until next weekend; the others are coming back then too. I’m so glad you’re here; I’m going a little stir-crazy by myself.”

“I’m happy to do this, I enjoy being with you,” I told her. “We seem to be free until Monday; is there anything you’d like to do today and tomorrow? We can go out to eat, maybe see a movie; whatever you’d like, my treat.”

“I’ve got a couple ideas; let’s sit down, talk a bit, and figure it out,” she smiled at me.

We settled on the couch and talked for a while; she had the TV on and was watching men’s college basketball, she seemed to be a fan. The Pitt Panthers had lost their first game of the year, but had been on a roll since; she thought we might be able to get tickets to the game that night against Connecticut. She made a couple calls, tickets were available; at 3 pm we went out for a late lunch and stopped by the ticket office. She showed me around the campus for a while, then we went to the game (Pitt won 83-63); it was an excellent night.

Sunday was just as good; we were very comfortable together and the conversation flowed easily. She told me all about herself, how school was going, what she hoped for in the future; I told her about showing her initial sketches to the people in Nashville and what JB’s parents had said about her talent; she was very appreciative. That afternoon she wanted to know more about me.

“Janice talked a lot about you after you left last time, you seem to have had a much different childhood than we had. She also said you’re a very nice guy; but have no plans to settle down, get married, or have kids. Is that really true?” she asked.

I went over all my peculiarities again; at least with all the explaining I’ve done before, I know what questions are, and are not, being asked. It still takes 30 minutes or so before her initial curiosity is satisfied; then the questions turn to the women in my life, and why they became involved with me.

“You really need to ask them,” I tell her. “They all approached me for one reason or another, and I quickly told all of them I was only going to be a temporary companion at best. I guess I’m a safe way to experiment a little, have some fun and enjoy ourselves; they can be as daring and provocative as they want without worrying about what I’m going to do. I’m a gentleman first; they seemed to be happy with the situation.”

“You know, many women expect the man to take the first step, initiate the action, so to speak,” Trish said. “And they may not be looking for a gentleman; Janice especially is really looking for someone to take the lead.”

“I told Janice when we first got together that we weren’t a good match, because of exactly that. I’m not real comfortable with a dominate/submissive relationship; I can do it occasionally, but it’s not something I crave. I don’t want a woman that reserved, that passive.

“What will you do when you come across a woman that doesn’t want to let you go?” her questions continued.

“I’m going to try very hard not to get involved with someone like that. I’m probably not going to change; and I don’t even remotely suggest I might, sometime in the future. So far, it’s been easy; we’re all pretty young and I don’t think any of us are really ready for a long-term relationship yet. I don’t know what will happen when I get older; but I expect to be alone a lot; hopefully I’ll find a few women who I’ll appeal to, and not just as a challenge. As I get older, I think my problem will be that I’ll have to settle for an occasional one-night stand; the problem is, I’d like to get to know a woman before I become intimate with her; that going to be hard to do. Fortunately, sex is not an all-consuming obsession for me, I’ve got lots of other interests.”

We talked for a couple more hours; about what men and women want, their differences and similarities; and about love and sex. That got a little more intimate than I expected but was easily handled, after a while we decided to go see a movie; since it was Christmas, we saw ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’. Trish really enjoyed that, explaining that she didn’t go out much; she wasn’t dating anyone anymore, just concentrating on her studies. Afterwards we stopped for pizza to take home; I think mainly so we’d have some leftovers for tomorrow, since we’d be busy. We watched TV for a while, then went to our opposite ends of the apartment.