Chapter 18

Sunday morning, April 21st; as usual I woke up at 6, with my morning wood in hand. I decided that Amy needed her rest and just got up and dressed to PT; running shorts, tank-top, and running shoes. A cool start to the morning, but the afternoon promised to be nice; I ran for an hour and a half, doing calisthenics every 20 minutes or so; then walked the last mile back to the cottage to cool down. I loved running along the beach, and I wasn’t the only one out enjoying the morning.

Almost 8 am, the cottage was still quiet; I made my no-yeast cinnamon rolls, took the done potatoes out of the oven and started the rolls cooking. I made some icing for the rolls, then started cooking a package of bacon; pretty soon I heard movement around the cottage. Sharon was the first one downstairs, still in her pajamas; I asked if she was a coffee drinker, and should I start a pot? She started making coffee; I took the rolls out of the oven and spread icing them; handing her a fork and telling her to dig out what she wanted; she took them all out of the pan and separated them. After a sip of coffee, and a bite of cinnamon roll; I got a ‘good morning’ out of her; obviously not much of a morning person. Pam was down next, also in pajamas, following the smell of coffee and breakfast; Cindy quickly appeared in sweats as I started cutting the potatoes into slivers, and start frying them.

“A girl could get used to this,” Sharon said; “I’m really starting to consider how we could kidnap him; keep him around.”

“I vote ‘Yes’”, Pam stated; “even if we can only keep him for a while. These rolls are fantastic; keep them away from me; I have enough problems with my weight as it is; maybe we shouldn’t keep him around permanently.”

Cindy started giggled, picking up a piece of bacon; “I’m pretty sure Amy would vote ‘Yes’; even without sampling his cooking. This is a great way to start a morning.”

“Everyone says breakfast is the most important meal,” I chip in, putting the finished potatoes on a big plate, and getting ready to cook the eggs. “I’m not sure I agree; if left to myself I usually just have a piece of fruit and eat bigger at lunch; but whatever works for you. How do you like your eggs; would you like an omelet, or something else?”

I took their breakfast orders; they set the kitchen table and poured drinks for everyone; I was pretty close to having everything done when Cindy decided to check on Amy, see what she wanted. It was a couple minutes later when Cindy came back with a big smile on her face, trailed by Amy in her panties and my t-shirt from yesterday. “I don’t know what you did to her, but she isn’t sure what day it is. Just make her scrambled eggs; we’ll give her a couple minutes to get caught up, and start making sense.”

The other girls didn’t cut Amy any slack; she took it with a smile, then shut them up by saying that her night with me was officially over; it was now open season on me.

“Ladies; I am worn out, I need a day or two to recover,” I told them; dishing out the eggs. “And whatever else happens, we need to talk about it a bit, first. JB and I are here for another month, then we’re gone; I guess I’m up for a little more fun before I leave, but that’s all it will be; a little fun. If you’re looking for something serious, you’ve got to look elsewhere.”

Cindy was the first to speak up; she didn’t look anywhere else, but directly at me; “I’d like more than a ‘little fun’,” she boldly stated; “I want you to make me scream like you made Amy scream. I don’t know about the other two girls, but I’ve been going crazy listening to you two.”

Pam and Sharon were both nodding their heads; “It’s been like being in one of the new movie theaters with the surround sound system,” Sharon spoke. “But it’s not just that. I’m so comfortable with you, and you are so attractive; I don’t know that you’d want to be with me like that.”

“The same for me,” Pam said. I know I’m a little heavy, and not as pretty as the others, but I’d really like you to teach me about how to make love. I’ve never been with a man; I don’t know anything.”

“Ladies; you are all extremely attractive in your own way; size and shape don’t really matter the way you seem to think. For me, attraction starts with your smile, and does it reach your eyes; do you mean it, or are you just being polite? I don’t know if you believe in creation or evolution, but I’m firmly in the evolution corner; I believe there have been many thousands of years of development getting mankind getting to this point; do you realize that a guy can identify a woman from several hundred yards away; over a quarter mile away if she’s moving? You’ve all got the right shape and curves and moves; the biggest change recently is you can now control when you get pregnant; and you can now support yourselves if you want, you don’t need a man for that. I’d love to spend a night with each of you, maybe more; but only if the main reason is to enjoy ourselves and have some fun.”

Amy came around to me and gave me a hug; “I’m okay with it; the last couple of nights with you have been fabulous. They are my friends; I’d like them to experience what I did; they need to know what making love should really be like. You and I are always going to be friends, aren’t we; friends with bedroom privileges, maybe?”

“Yes, you’ll always have a special place in my heart and mind. I remember fondly all the ladies I’ve made love to; I’ll never forget any of you,” I told her. “I’m not sure if I love you, or can love anyone like in the books and movies; but I do care. It’s a failing of mine, I think; a result of how I was raised. You are all extraordinary women; it’s just I’m not your ‘forever’ guy.”

We went back to eating breakfast, talking around and about the subject; no real decisions or commitments were made, but I could tell the ladies were going to talk about it when I was gone, as always. We finished up; they were surprised when I insisted on cleaning up afterwards; after all, I had made the mess. We sat around talking a little bit more, at 10 the ladies said they had to start getting ready for work; they were all working at the restaurant from noon until whenever it slowed down. I followed Amy back into her bedroom; I told her to shower first while I straightened out the room, we had made a bit of a mess. She giggled but agreed; sashaying her way into the bathroom with a smile. I made the bed and put everything back in order, she came out wrapped in a towel and shooed me into the bathroom with my shaving kit for my shower. I didn’t use all the hot water; just took a bootcamp spin under the shower to wash and rinse off quickly; I shaved and brushed my teeth, combed my hair and dried off; I had left my clothes in the bedroom. I wasn’t really shocked when I came out and Amy was kneeling naked on the floor on a pillow, with a smile on her face.

“There’s one thing we didn’t do; at least not to completion,” she said. “I want to blow you; I want to suck on you and make you come in my mouth. I know you woke up with a hard-on and didn’t bother me with it; you just let me go back to sleep, and I really appreciate that. But after the last couple of days, I’d do anything for you now; absolutely anything. If we get the chance later, you can have my ass if you want; last night really turned me on, and I’d like to try that with you. At least let me do this; okay?”

I’m not going to argue, she was so beautiful and sexy kneeling there; and I told her so as I moved in front of her. She took my almost completely limp cock fully into her mouth without hesitation, and started bobbing her head on me, tonging my shaft and the head of my dick. She knew what she was doing, but got a little carried away when she tried to take me too deep and gagged a little. I told her how to avoid that; to wrap her hand around the base of my erection to keep her from going too far; she quickly got the hang of it and really went to work on me. I told her how good it felt, and kept stroking her head and hair; it was only a few minutes later and I was exploding in her mouth, a dozen throbs and spurts as I finished. She enthusiastically took it all, swallowed; then continued gently sucking on me when I asked her to. Finally, I gently pushed her back a little, then leaned over and kissed her.

“Thank you, sweetheart; that was fantastic,” I whispered to her. I don’t know if we’ll get another chance, and you might want to save something for your future ‘special guy’; but I’ll treasure the last couple days forever.”

I helped her up, she gave me a hug; I think I heard her say I was a ‘special guy’, but I made no further comment. We got dressed and went out into the living room; eventually the other ladies appeared in their waitress uniforms, and we were ready for work. I rode with Amy and Cindy, Pam and Sharon following in their car; JB was already there, and he and I got ready to perform.

Another great Sunday; the restaurant was busy and we kept everyone in a good mood. JB had picked up a couple new beach songs from the local band, and we gave Jan and Dean’s “The Little Old Lady from Pasadena” a try; we finally got it right with a little help from the crowd. “Summer in the City” was also a hit; and we got the audience singing along with the chorus on “My Girl”. Another pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon, and we kept making some decent money; things could definitely be worse. We finished up the night at around 7:30; I told the girls to decide what they wanted to do, and JB and I would come over on Tuesday night to play some cards.

Back into training Monday; everything a little new, but mostly similar to what we’d been doing. JB and I talked a bit, especially about the ladies and what they wanted from me; again, he was fine with whatever I decided to do; if I spent a couple nights with them, he would just head back to the barracks. The weather was great; we performed both Monday and Tuesday at the restaurant; the Tuesday night game night was pleasant but no one said anything important about anything. They all repeated that they wanted us both to talk to all the girls at the big Thursday night game night about protecting themselves. We agreed, and made it an early night; we were back in the barracks by 10 PM.

Wednesday and Thursday were much cooler; highs in the 50’s; the restaurant wasn’t that busy and we got a chance to talk to Jack a bit. He had talked to the local judge; the two assholes had agreed to a plea-deal, after spending the weekend recovering in the county jail. They both agreed to lesser charges of simple assault, and were given 90 days in jail; where they were to attend counseling sessions about how to treat women. The big thing is they were given a 5-year suspended sentence, with instructions that if they were found offending in Virginia Beach for any reason during those 5 years, they’d be sent directly to state prison for a long time. The judge had a couple teenage daughters; that was the best the public defender could arrange with the prosecutor and him.

I got a couple letters from my ladies; everyone was doing okay and looking forward to the summer; the big news was I got a letter from Chris saying the she and her husband had had a baby boy in early April, they named him Tom, Junior. The baby was doing well and was a joy; their marriage seemed to be back on track, and she was already thinking of having another baby; hopefully a little girl next time.

Due to the rainy weather the Thursday night gathering was early; and ended up mostly JB and I talking to the ladies. They were concerned about the two assholes coming back; we relayed what Jack had said; and that they shouldn’t be seeing either one of them, ever again. We also spent a bunch of time going over what we’d told the 4 girls the week before; that the best thing was to avoid anything that might lead to a situation like we’d faced the last game night. If they were uncomfortable with a guy, walk away; if he followed, let him know they were NOT interested; if he persisted, make A LOT OF NOISE; don’t be polite! We also reluctantly gave some pointers on how to fight; the first being to avoid one if all possible; then fight like their life depended on it if they couldn’t. We demonstrated that guys were much stronger and faster than women, no matter what the women’s libbers said; that they needed a weapon to make it a contest; and that it wasn’t a contest, or a sport; they needed to try to hurt the guy BAD if it got that far. Go for the eyes, or the throat; expect to get hurt yourself if you didn’t hurt him substantially; if it got that far they were in deep shit; anything they could do to stop what was happening was good. And please; scream your head off the entire time, maybe that would be enough to get him to quit, or get someone to come to their aid. It was an intense night; we covered a bunch of stuff, including carrying a weapon themselves; we told them that if they did, weapons training was essential; again, avoid any situation that made them uncomfortable, don’t be polite. JB and I were both wound up after talking about the whole thing again; we played cards for an hour afterwards; still talking about it in our individual groups. About 11 we all called it a night; but not before Cindy invited me to spend Friday and Saturday night with her, a smile on her face. I agreed; what else was I going to say, or do?

Friday afternoon ended up quite nice, compared to the last two days; the restaurant was busy and we rocked and rolled, sort of. We were now getting a lot of requests for songs we’d performed before, and the audience was interacting with us most of the time. We had been entertaining the dining room and deck on the weekends for a while; our tip jar was pleasantly filled most nights. We never got into a set sequence of songs; though some led naturally into another; every night was different and interesting. JB and I were both having a great time and making good money; the restaurant was busy and Jack was happy and making money; the waitresses were making very good tips, in spite of people staying at their tables longer than usual. Hopefully the last three weeks will go smoothly, and my getting involved with the girls won’t screw things up somehow.

Friday night, Cindy would not stop smiling at me; obviously she’s looking forward to her two nights; even Amy, Pam, and Sharon are smiling a bunch. I had brought my toiletries and a couple changes of clothes; JB just shook my hand and wished me luck at the end of the night. I told him, no matter what; if we ended up in a similar situation; next time I was going to force him through the door first. That got me a laugh, and a smack on the shoulder.

Cindy and I had a great night; what else would you expect. She’d had a little experience, and was NOT bashful or shy; she knew exactly what she wanted, and let me know it. We got to the cottage at about 9:30; she said goodnight to everyone and escorted me to her bedroom. Obviously, she’d been talking to Amy; the first thing she wanted was to take a shower with me, then go to bed; and me go down on her. She was a little bigger than Amy, her breasts a tiny bit smaller but just as firm; and she was very responsive. I got her to her peak three times while using my tongue and lips on her, each one seemed to be bigger than the previous one; when she finally pushed me off, she was breathless, and trying hard not to laugh. “Damn, that was absolutely the best thing ever,” she giggled; “we’re going to have to do that again. I need a couple minutes to calm down a little; then I want to ride you.” Like I said; not bashful at all.