Chapter 17

Saturday, April 20^th; it was going to be a relatively cool day. JB and I got up and did some extensive exercising, the brisk morning air helped clear our minds and keep us keep going. While we were running, I told JB about my promise to spend that night at the girl’s cottage; he didn’t have any problem with it, but he wasn’t going to stay the night there, he’d go back to the barracks. We cleaned up and got some chow at the mess hall; then headed back to the restaurant for the afternoon, me with my shoving kit and a change of clothes in a gym bag.

It was a cool day, especially on the beach; the restaurant stayed fairly busy all afternoon and into the evening. JB and I had developed some fans, people that were coming mostly to hear us sing and perform. I was interacting with the audience/diners even more, telling short funny stories and one-line jokes; JB and I worked out a couple routines similar to what the Smothers Brothers, Sonny and Cher, and other TV performers popular at the time did; that went over really well. It was a very nice way to spend an afternoon, if you didn’t have anything else to do; like JB and I.

I did get approached by Amy, who dragged off to the side during one of our breaks; “You are coming to our place tonight?” she asked; “you’re going to spend the night with me?”

“Yes honey, I’m prepared to spend the night; but we need to talk.”

“I know, I know;” she quickly replied. “You aren’t my ‘forever guy’; I don’t want to have your babies, or live happily ever after together; but if you can just give me this night...”

“Okay; but come Sunday morning we get back to normal; or at least as normal as this is.”

“It’s a deal!” she smiled at me; then gave me a quick kiss and went back to work.

The rest of the afternoon and evening went pretty well; a new band playing tonight that seemed to do mostly beach music. JB decided to stick around after we were done to listen to them, and maybe pick up a couple new songs; I went home with Amy and Cindy. Pam and Sharon were sitting in the family room watching TV and seemed to be waiting for us; Amy took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom, announcing we’d be back in a couple minutes. She shut the door behind us, turned and kissed me passionately; then quickly lifted her skirt and started wiggling out of her panties and pantyhose, kicking off her shoes.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a giggle, “but I’m still all wound up from the other night; I need another ‘quicky’, before I go crazy. Actually; I’m not really sorry, or crazy; but I’m not going to waste one second of my time with you; I hope you’re good with this.”

I was, and told her so, unbuckling my belt and dropping my jeans to half-mast; “I’m just as eager as you are, just tell me how you want me.”

She quickly knelt and sucked on my cock for a few seconds, making sure I was ready; then stood up, turned around, and leaned over the bed; wiggling her ass at me. “Hard and fast honey,” she growled; “Just fuck my brains out, I don’t want to be thinking about anything but this for the next couple of minutes. I’m ready; don’t hold anything back!” Again, we’re not making love; this is pure animal sex, fucking as hard as we can. I entered her in one hard push, and didn’t slow until I was buried completely; she gave a gasp and moan, and pushed back at me just as hard. “That’s so fucking good,” she whispered; “now just pound me.”

That’s what I did. It didn’t take long before she clamped down on me and started quivering; I held myself deep in her and let her spasm for a few seconds before starting up again; those few seconds gave me some breathing room, I knew I’d be able to last a little while. I started hammering her again, and told her to reach down and play with herself while I fucked her; that seemed to trigger her again, before she even started fingering herself. I screwed her hard for another minute, I could tell she was approaching another orgasm; “Stick your finger in your pussy with my cock, and feel me fucking you,” I growled at her; “I want you to finger-fuck yourself, while I fuck you!” The dirty talk really got her going; soon she had both hands in her crotch, thrashing around madly; it was incredibly erotic to feel her finger rubbing along my cock as I plowed her. Fortunately, her head was buried in the covers; when she came this time, most of her screams were muffled, but it was still pretty damn noisy. I pounded into her for a few more seconds before cumming myself; I guess my throbbing in her set her off one last time. I had a hard time staying buried in her, she was thrashing and squirming around so much; another few seconds and we were both done. She collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard; then started giggling again.

“Baby, if I knew it was going to be this good, I would have ambushed you weeks ago,” she said; looking over her shoulder at me with a big smile. “Shit, that was good; that was better than good; I don’t know what that was.” She finally moved up on the bed and turned onto her back, then reached for me. “Come up here and kiss me, cuddle me a minute before I go out and face the music.”

I’m not sure exactly what she’s talking about, but I did move up, laid down on top of her, and nuzzled and kissed her for a bit. “Honey; you do realize most people remove all their clothes before doing this; we’re going to have to work on that.”

She started laughing again under me; “Carl; you’re making this so much fun! I promise, next time I won’t be in so much of a hurry; but this was almost another ‘fucking emergency’. God, that was good! Okay, let me up and get cleaned up a little; we need to go out and talk with the girls.” I gave her first shot at the bathroom; I pulled my pants up and picked my bag up off the floor where I had dropped it, and got out a clean t-shirt. When my turn in the bathroom came, I went in and did my business at the toilet, then washed off a bit; I hadn’t shut the door and Amy was sitting on the bed, now in sweats and socks, just looking at me. “You’ve got such a fantastic body,” she said; standing up and running her hands over me as I tried putting on the clean shirt. “I’m a lucky girl.”

“I’m feeling pretty lucky myself, gorgeous; you’ve got all the right curves, in all the right places,” I told her, finally getting my clothes put back together. “Okay; we’ve got tonight and tomorrow morning; what’s next?”

“We need to go out and talk to the girls; Pam and Sharon don’t know you’re spending the night. Then we’ll just sit around and relax a bit, maybe talk and play cards or something. I’ve made a good start on what I wanted to do, is there anything you would like to do?” she giggled again.

“That was pretty intense; I’m going to need a couple hours of recovery time before we try anything else; let’s get something to drink and go talk to the girls.”

We got through the bedroom door and into the family room; I don’t know who started it, but we got a round of applause and a couple cheers from the other three ladies. Cindy, Pam, and Sharon were still lounging around, but obviously hadn’t been paying much attention to the TV. Cindy had changed out of her waitress uniform; Amy and I took over one end of the couch and Amy snuggled up next to me with a big grin on her face.

“You don’t even have to ask;” she announced to the room; “it was fantastic. Carl is spending the night, and will go to work with us in the morning, and maybe come back here afterwards for a little bit tomorrow night. He’s mine for tonight, then we’re going to try to get back to normal.”

The girls were almost watching the Tony Awards on TV; once Amy and I settled on the couch the ladies turned to talking amongst themselves. I really need to have ‘Ladies Talk’ tattooed onto my palm so I don’t forget; it was almost like I wasn’t there. I did mention I was sitting right there a couple times, but mostly I was ignored; they said it was because they were so comfortable around me, I was like a brother sitting there. Except for Amy snuggling in close for a kiss every once in a while, and groping me when she didn’t think anyone would see; that is. It was a nice night; somehow it came up that JB had massaged Cindy’s feet the night of the problem, to relax her; then it came out that JB had told Cindy; I had taught him how. You’d have thought I was keeping state secrets from them; first I had to do Amy’s feet, ‘even though she’d already had special treatment’, I told her. Then Cindy moved to the other end of the couch and stretched her legs and feet out; I did both of their feet for at least 20 minutes, to many soft moans and sighs. Eventually I told them they had to let the other two girls have a turn, even if they weren’t ‘sharing’ me like Irene and Kelly had; I got the same response from Pam and Sharon when I massaged their feet. They decided it was my ‘super power’; I needed to teach all men how to do it.

I ended up back in the corner of the couch, now with Amy sitting between my legs, leaning back against me. I had my arms around her under the loose sweatshirt, gently cupping and caressing her bra-less breasts, teasing and playing with her pebbled nipples; she gave me several signals that I was doing fine. We ended up talking for a couple hours; I had to put in my two cents a couple times; around midnight I asked what was their schedule for Sunday morning. Turns out they were all working at the restaurant from noon until 7 or so; when I offered to make breakfast for us all in the morning, I got a bunch of incredulous looks.