Chapter 3: Sat 28th September 2022

Larissa

Julian was still asleep when Larissa woke up. That wasn’t really a surprise after getting home from his big trip the day before. He was still jet lagged from his big trip, and exhausted too, and he’d done his best once he finally made it home the night before, but Larissa had made very sure to blow his brains out, and he had fallen asleep with his dick still wet.

Julian roused in his sleep and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tight. She smiled, and turned her head, expecting a kiss, but no, he was still asleep. But it was still nice, back in the arms of her man, wrapped up tight. Carefully, so as not to disturb him, she slipped her arm out so she could just reach her phone. She flipped through her social media updates, all the comments on her post about Julian at last coming home to her, and enjoying all the love from her friends and family. She was inspired by that, so she took a selfie of Julian, asleep with his arms around her and sent it to her families and sisters, much to their amusement.

But really, Julian deserved his sleep. What a big trip he’d had! He’d left her at the end of Isabella’s wedding, cheered off with the others, including Bob, off to Sale to get picked up at the RAAF base, and then she’d seen the TV reports when they landed in Washington. Julian had spoken to her just before he left his phone at the door of the White House, and then he was calling immediately they were out, but it had taken hours to finish; they’d had a long planning meeting, and then Layna had a photo op with the President himself, along with various key players in the delegation. Once Layna was done with that, they headed off to the CNN Washington offices where she did a primetime interview with the climate advisor. Couldn’t get bigger than that, and Julian had a ring side seat for it all.

Then they flew to the mountain hideout where the European meeting happened, and things moved into high gear. Layna had a back-to-back meeting schedule; everyone wanted to talk to her, and all her meetings mixed up personal stuff about the song, project business, and official Australian business. Julian spent the entire day at her side as her assistant, part of all her meetings, while the rest of the team alternated between following Layna for the open meetings and generally being badged media for the conference, focusing on the US delegation - part of their deal with John Kerry.

At the end of the first day, Julian had messaged Joe and Larissa in concern, and they’d had a four-way phone conversation with an exhausted and frazzled Layna. Larissa had suggested, and Joe had agreed: Julian should give Layna a nice full body massage, then have a long hot shower with her, and hold her through the night if she wanted it. And Joe had said that his love deserved a happy ending if his mate Julian didn’t mind. Larissa laughed out loud at that - she knew how much Julian wouldn’t mind. She’d known just how frazzled Layna was when she agreed to all that without any argument. She’d FaceTimed Steph and they’d chatted to Layna while she was getting her massage, keeping her awake and laughing, and Steph had promised that her and Xander would shower both Layna and Joe with massages once they got home that’d be heaps better than what she got from her stinky brother in some cheap hotel on the wrong side of the world. Layna had giggled for that, since she was in what pretty much had to be the most expensive hotel in the world.

Layna hung up on Steph and facetimed Joe and Larissa and said that if they were gifting her with a happy ending, she wanted them to be part of it, and they got to watch Julian holding Layna from behind, nibbling on her ear, and using his hand to make her come. It was a very loving experience, but Larissa was pretty horny after that. She knew that she was going to have to make herself come, but she’d pretty much forgotten how to; she’d had Julian just about every day or more since the day they moved in together. But she had to head off to uni immediately, a long frustrating day. And then she had no choice but to pack up their stuff when she got home. She vented a little to Julian, but even then, she couldn’t say much - he was the one under immense pressure, along with Layna, and she’d said he should do what he was doing.

When she got home, Tim, Michelle, Zack and Zara were there and they helped her pack all night and broke the back of the packing job. Then, at the end of the night they showed her their email from Julian: “please look after my babe, she needs help packing, she loves me an impossible amount, and she’s horny.” Zara blindfolded her, and then she was stripped and they laid her on the bed. Larissa wasn’t sure how long it went for, but she got a four hands massage, or more, and someone was kissing her all the time. She didn’t know who, but they took it in turns, and then all of them gave her a thundering happy ending, eight hands at once. Then they let her take the blindfold off, and both couples made love on the bed and she ran her hands all over them and kissed them while they were doing it. Very, very nice indeed, and it certainly took the edge off her horniness.

The next night, which was the next morning for Larissa, Layna had said she was fine. She’d had a great day sitting next to Greta Thunberg in the observer’s section, and then the team had dinner with Layna and Greta and recorded a whole Q&A session with Greta that they released immediately. Larissa thought back to Steph’s excitement back when Greta had retweeted her once; how things had changed in the year since that had happened!

The next day was the close of the summit, a time for formal statements and agreements. Layna had gone with a wish list from Australia, as if it counted for anything, since Layna was just a guest, but one thing did get up: Isla’s song was chosen official song of the summit. But really, that was a case of not mattering anymore; it was inevitable because the song was number one in most of Europe anyway, and much of the attention Layna was getting was because of the song.

That day ended with the conference formal dinner, a black-tie event. A couple of very big name designers had come up to the summit in person to offer Layna anything at all, and one team had come by train and bus not plane, so both Layna and Julian had been dressed for the black tie dinner by Giorgio Armani himself; he’d brought a whole team to adjust the fit of the dress he proposed to her on the spot. Layna had facetimed Larissa so she could admire the dress, and it really was a remarkable dress. And also, for a pep talk, since the conference organisers had convinced her to sing the song without Isla to lead her. Julian had facetimed Larissa in for the performance, and with a backing band, and backing vocalists, Layna had done a creditable job. She’d never be Isla, but who would be? But the Armani dress alone got her world-wide coverage.

As for Julian ... he was now on a European Union advisory panel for climate change response. As if he had time, but as Layna pointed out to him, some things just couldn’t be turned down.

The next morning, they’d flown up to Pituffik airbase. They’d sat tight for 36 hours, sleeping and playing cards - Layna’s project’s favourite card game ‘The Con’ was a huge hit with both the US politicians and the air base staff. During that time, Larissa had finished packing their stuff, and her families had come around with some other friends and moved half their stuff into storage and then they’d moved her and Julian’s working stuff to their new AirBnB. Compared to the beach pad, it was super boring, but it was at least easy to secure, and she now had a full time security team that Alex was slowly building; he’d missed out on Washington, Europe and the north pole, since Layna had Australian government and US security for the trip, but one of the team was flying up to cover Layna for the Japan to home leg of the trip.

At least they were moved, and it had been a painless process. She had left her top bedside drawer for her mum, and her mum had said only, “Cutie, thank you for letting me do that drawer.” Both families had stayed late into the evening, giving her lots of hugs and kisses, and she was at least organised, though she wouldn’t be settled until Julian was home with her.

Layna and Julian had made it out to the North Pole and spent four hours filming with the politicians and a couple of polar experts, trying to convey a sense of how fast things were changing at the north pole, and then they’d made it back to Pituffik - a very long day indeed. Then recovery, off to Japan for meetings, and then flying home overnight, and a long day of press conferences and meetings in Canberra before finally getting home in time for dinner ... no wonder he was still asleep.

It was time for her to think through the day, because today was grand final day. She ran through her mental check list, trying to think of anything that could wrong, and while she was doing that, she got a message from Suzy that as far as she knew, it was all good. Soon it would be time for her to go get prettied up for the final. Julian roused and moved. Yeah, time to wake him up with a blow job.

When she was done with that, she kissed him quickly, and got out of the bed. “Wait, babe, what are you doing?”

She grinned at him. “I’ve got a lot to do, so no time for me.”

“What? No way, babe, that’s not on.” He jumped out of bed, chasing her. This was a game she liked, Julian chasing her so he could hold her down and make her come. She ran into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Julian wrapped his arms around, pulled her away from the shower, and turned it off.

“No way, babe. You’re having a bath with me this morning.”

“I don’t have time!”

Julian turned her around and kissed her hard for a while. Shit she’d missed this, and she was super turned on when he stopped. “When do you have to be ready to leave?” Not for a couple of hours. “Right, you do have time.” He turned the bath on without letting go, and then lifted her over his shoulders.

She laughed. “You can’t leave me up here while the bath fills up, that’s too long.”

“I will if I have to, babe. Do you promise to be good?”

She laughed. “Nah!”

Julian laughed back at her and held her midriff tight. With this other hand, he started stroking her bum, and down between her legs. But not her pussy. Shit that did it for her big time, though she couldn’t stay up on his shoulder for that long.

“Oh, alright,” she cried, “I’ll be good!”

Julian let her down. “I’m glad you saw the error of your ways.”

When he put her down, she said, “My Lord and Master, would you please say that it’s OK for this slave to go and make her master some coffee so that he may enjoy his bath most fully?”

Julian looked at her, quite amused. “If one’s slave wants to make one a coffee, one had better say that’s OK.”

Larissa laughed and went and made their coffees. The bath was full enough to get into when she got back. She rested back against Julian, pulled his arms around her, and purred. Why had she bothered even making a game of this?

“I had intended that I’d christen this bath with you,” she said.

“I love you, babe, and we’ll have lots of baths that we can christen. As long as you had a good time, I’m happy. Joe came around Wednesday night, right?”

“Yeah. He did. Only because both of you asked us to. Did you do anything more with Layna while you were away?”

“Not really. Layna settled after that first night, and she really did settle. She really loved you both so much for that.”

“And you!”

Julian laughed. “Yes, well, she knows that I enjoyed myself. Hell, I came hard on her tits in the shower. She’ll tell you about that for sure.”

“Nice tits!”

“Hell, yes, babe, I can’t argue with that, they really are. But after that, she was good, except for the first night we got to Japan. We had a shower together, and she slept with my arms around her, but nothing more.”

“Nice. I like sleeping like that.”

“So how did you go with Joe?”

“Well, we sat at the table and did some homework, and then I filled this up, and we sat in here and washed each other, and then we hugged and cuddled and talked about you two, how much we’re both missing you, and how he’s doing with life. It was really nice, and I had to keep adding more hot water, and we cuddled and kissed a lot, and we both liked the experience a lot. And I think he’s doing really well.”

“Oh? Has he decided what he’s going to do for a career?”

“Sort of. He’s got a plan after a big meeting last week and he’s going to talk to Layna about it this weekend. The university have offered him a PhD scholarship, with enough money, to do a dissertation on contagious hysteria. Officially it’s about UFO sightings, but really it’s about gun violence and terrorism.”

“Umm, what? They’re related?”

“Yep. Any high profile UFO sighting causes a whole cascade of UFO sightings. It’s been that way since they started printing newspapers, apparently. Well, since mass media existed. Before they knew about flying machines, it was ghosts throwing stones. At least, it was here in Australia. And the social dynamics of all three things look pretty similar, though that might be chance.”

“That’s amazing, babe. Ghosts throwing stones?”

She laughed and told him the story Joe had told her about the 19th century Australian hysteria about ghosts throwing stones that suddenly started and then just gradually petered out. Julian was shaking his head the whole time. “I can’t believe you sat in this bath with Joe and that’s what you talked about! And what kind of a job will that lead to?”

“He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. It’ll be interesting, and he’s got a few ideas about how to reduce the hysteria, how to interrupt the dynamics, which is why he’s doing it, and maybe he’ll get something media related, but if he doesn’t ... hey, being house husband for Layna and volunteer dad for the two of us, that sounds pretty good to him.”

“Volunteer dad for the two of us?”

“He brought it up, not me. But he thinks staying home playing with the kids sounds as good as I think it does. I told him I’m happy if he fills in occasionally for us, but there’s no way he’s getting to play with my kids while I work full time. What the hell would make me agree to that?”

“Most guys worry about being a kept man.”

“Bah, that’s cause they’re stupid, and at the same time, they don’t worry about their women feeling that way. Double stupid. Joe’s oldest sister is a housewife and loves every second of it. Playing with her kids, coffees with her friends, banging her husband every night. Where’s the downside?”