Chapter 14

My plan had been to avoid the squad, and it’s members, whenever they were at the house and the plan actually worked for a few days. Tuesday came and I made sure to finish with lunch by 12:30, laid out some cheeses and fruits, sweet and unsweet tea, and then made myself scarce. By the time I emerged from my lair after four I was pleasantly surprised to find no mess in the kitchen or on the patio. Instead, I just found two beautiful young women waiting for me. By waiting I mean they were lying around with music playing from Melissa’s phone, some hip hop beat I didn’t recognize, while Melissa read and Lavi laid down with her eyes closed, occasionally groaning.

When she groaned Melissa reached over and poked her and said: “Nope, not dead yet.”

It wasn’t until they heard the click of the sliding door behind me that they looked up to see me. Melissa smiled and Lavi groaned louder, apparently hoping for a fresh source of sympathy. I walked over and scratched at her head.

“Is this a lioness or a kitten?” I asked.

“Hey, your girlfriend tried to kill me.”

“Yours too,” I said.

“I hurt everywhere.”

“I told you to not sit on your ass all summer,” offered an unsympathetic Melissa.

Lavi pouted in response and said, “That’s blaming the victim. Anyway... “ she started to stand, “I’m going home, downing ibuprofen, taking a hot shower and sleeping until I don’t hurt anymore.”

I rubbed her arm and said, “We could take you upstairs and rub you down.”

Standing she paused and stood really still for a few minutes, obviously tempted, and then shook her head. “Nope, can’t. I’ll fall asleep and won’t wake up and my mom is being pretty cool but I’m already pushing it by being over here two nights in a row and then gone a whole weekend.”

“Two?” I asked.

“We figured we would stay here Thursday night since we’re flying out Friday,” Melissa added.

That meant they were automatically including Wednesday. I hadn’t meant dinner to include spending the night necessarily but I wasn’t going to complain about it either. I guess it made sense that they wanted to give parents advance notice of not coming home.

“That reminds me,” I said, “I need both your driver’s licenses to finish the plane reservations.”

“I thought you already had the tickets?” asked Lavi.

“I have electronic vouchers but I still need to make the reservation.” In short order, I used my phone to take photos of both. Lavi left giving both Melissa and I a kiss and Melissa and I headed inside. I was walking to the living room when Melissa pulled me towards the stairs.

“Bedroom?” I asked, agreeable to the idea.

“I might be just a bit,” she held her thumb and index fingers closely together, “sorer than I let on to Lavi. I’d like to stretch out.”

I smiled and followed her up. Watching her legs move and bubble butt shift in her shorts was not a burden. We stretched out on the bed and Melissa rolled around once or twice before settling, lying next to me where she could stretch occasionally.

“Thanks for making sure everything was cleaned up,” I said.

“Were you worried?”

“A tiny bit.”

“Well, Zahra stayed behind a bit to help clean up so it went fast. And, thank you for the snacks. I didn’t expect that.”

“It was short notice. I’ve thought more about tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“It’s fun. I like doing new stuff in the kitchen. You’ll have to tell me how the girls like it.”

“I will. They were thrilled today. There were a couple of funky cheeses on there but everyone had fun trying them.”

“Any leftovers?”

“Nope.”

“Not even the stinky cheese?”

“Grace liked those.”

“She obviously has good taste.”

“Well,” Melissa twirled some blonde hair around one finger and grinned at me, “we blonde cheerleaders can be very surprising.”

“Oh, really?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Really.” She licked her lips. How she kept that from looking silly I don’t know but it was incredibly erotic. “I like that look in your eyes.”

I grabbed her, turned her onto her back, and started to take her shorts off.

“What if I wanted to watch a movie?” she asked as I unbuttoned them.

“Later,” I responded.

She sighed dramatically, “If I must surrender to appease the satyr I suppose I must.”

I pulled her shorts down to her knees and paused. “Nice panties,” I said with a grin. It was a pink thong she had ordered for herself from my Amazon account. She had stored them in my closet, a dash of color, and femininity in the walk-in.

“I changed after I got here.” She teased me, her fingertips tracing her breasts over her shirt. “You might like what’s under here too.”

“Well, never let it be said I keep a lady waiting.” I left the shorts where they were, effectively trapping her legs and scooted up kneeling over her, trapping her further. She wiggled to see how much she could move and when she did I pressed further. In a moment she purred, trapped underneath me. I grabbed her shirt at the bottom. She pouted like a child being put on detention.

“You big meany, I can’t move.”

“Lean up and lift your arms.”

“What if I say no?”

I looked her in the eyes. “You’ll find out if you do.” Her eyes sparkled and she complied quickly. Underneath was a pink bra matching the color of the thong with a lacy edge to it. Definitely not maternally approved.

She rolled her head back and forth making her hair float about her. I couldn’t help it and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her in for a kiss as I leaned over her.

I returned to lying between her legs, along the way finally getting her shorts off. At some point unnoticed she had unclasped her bra in the front and was playing with one of her own nipples while the hand other was underneath her thong doing a little dance. I pulled the thong aside and lowered my head.

“No,” she said and grabbed at my head.

I slapped her hand gently. “No. I want to taste you.”

“I’m sweaty from working out.”

“You smell wonderful.”

“Bu...”

I stopped her protests by lapping at her clit. I ran my tongue up and down and then side to side. I kissed it and suckled the flesh surrounding it gently. I lapped at it and ran little circles with the tip of my tongue. It must have been working because her back arched up and both hands were now playing with her magnificent un-sagging breasts. One day they would sag with age, with children, and I looked forward to that too.

I don’t think a full two minutes passed before she was pulling on my shirt. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

I made her wait a dozen heartbeats while I lowered myself further and got the taste I’d been waiting for. I’d enjoyed the taste of her light sweat on her skin. If she’d been really heavily sweating I’d have told her to take a shower but a light gentle sweat on her skin tasted just like more of her and it was delicious, it was a taste of what I smelled when I snuggled against her. And this, this nectar from her folds was an entirely other taste and wonderful, pungent, strong, sweet and filled my senses.

“Please, come on.” She repeated her requests so I scooted off the bed and took my pants off. She kept her legs spread and had two fingers of one hand already inside her to the knuckle, pulling in and out. The other hand was making motions for me to come over. She had a glassy look in her eyes. I ignored my shirt and climbed between her legs. She grabbed my cock and pulled me forward. Moving between her legs I sank in, there was no resistance, she wasn’t just ready to accept me but missed me, needed me in there, and was doing everything to make me welcome. Heat, tightness and sensation hit me. Her hands played with her breasts and she pushed back at me. I took up the challenge and fucked her as hard as I could. She came within a few dozen strokes and screamed.

I leaned over and grabbed her breasts, pushing her hands out of the way.

“YES, FUCK ME!” She screamed and ran her hands under my shirt, I felt her hands on my back and she clawed at me. She was pushing against me, moving her hips which made for fast short thrusts. I wanted to hold out and make it last but her plan was obviously different. I tightened my muscles trying to make it last and looked at her. Melissa had her eyes open and was panting. I felt her fingertips on my back and felt her scratching at me. The pain was distracting and helped me last longer than I otherwise might. She came again and feeling her shudder beneath me set me off and I came and she came again, rolling from one orgasm into the next. All I knew was that I had my heart beating so that I felt it in my throat and then I was lying down, sweating myself, Melissa laying up against me.

It was a couple of minutes before either of us could talk. I reached over and grabbed a half-empty water bottle from my side table. Even at room temperature, it was heaven. I passed it to Melissa, who took it eagerly. An empty bottle was passed back to me. I needed to start keeping more water up here. Maybe a mini-fridge. It’s funny what thoughts come to you when lying there feeling absolutely sated because I wondered how I could put a mini-fridge next to the bed and get it open without having to get up, because right now I didn’t want anything to move us from where we were lying with her against me.

That’s when Melissa announced, “I have to pee.” And she got up to do so. Oh well, the bladder has no romance.

By the time she got back, I had regained the ability to talk. “So, you were worked up. Did cheerleading practice make you horny?” I joked. She got a little red. “It did? Really?”

“Yeah.” She sat on the bed next to me, still naked. I sat up and rubbed at her neck.

When she didn’t offer any more I added, “Looking at Lavi?”

“You really want to hear this?”

“Do I want to hear you talk about other girls making you horny?” I looked down. “Yep, I have a dick, so yes.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Well, yes, Lavi was a big part of it but I like looking at the other girls too. I always thought they were cute but since being with Lavi I realized they could be fun too.” She blushed again.

“So, not a one-woman woman?”

“It’s not like that!”

“I’m not teasing or judging, just trying to understand.”

“Well ... Lavi is the only one I want. I don’t feel drawn to any of the other girls but there are a few that I wouldn’t throw out of bed.”

“Such as?”

“Mostly Ji.”

“I thought she wasn’t coming?”

“Apparently she was feeling left out. I thought it’d take longer. She suffers from serious FOMO.”

“FOMO?”

“Fear of missing out.”

“Oh. Well, it just sounds like you find them attractive. That’s not a big deal. I love you and Lavi but I find other girls attractive. That’s normal. Being in love doesn’t make you dead.” I expected her to smile back but instead, she had her eyes closed and took a couple of deep breaths. She was red again and looked ... mad? I wasn’t sure.

“Are you OK?”

“Yeah, that just ... uh, kind of hit me. I felt tight.”

“Me saying they are attractive?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Um, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

She looked at me with serious eyes. “It does but not like that.” She put emphasis on ‘that’.

“What do you mean?”

She took a deep breath. “Look, I’ve been trying to avoid this, I’m not pushing you and Lavi, I ... I don’t want you to think I’m like her.”

Like Lavi? What was she talking about? Then something finally clicked in my head. “Like Jordyn,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“So, what got you going so much today?”

She hung her head down. “You and Ji mostly. God, every time I thought about her bent over and you behind her it was like an electric spark on my clit.”

I reached out and pulled her to me. “Trust me, you are not like Jordyn. Let’s be clear, this is fantasy, not reality, I’m not fucking your teammate ... well other than Lavi, but you can have fantasies. I’d like to share them with you.”

She nuzzled my shoulder and ran her fingers through my light chest hair. “I’m not a freak?”

“Well, from what I know it’s more common among men wanting to watch their wives with others than women watching men, but it certainly happens. To some degree, it’s actually pretty common among swingers but it sounds like a bit more than that for you.”

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong. I ... watching you with a woman with me involved would be great but I’d be thrilled to be on the other side of the room just watching.”

“Would you be happy if you couldn’t touch yourself?”

She craned up to look at me as if I was speaking gibberish. “You mean not ... while you’re ... that would be awful!”

“You didn’t quite answer the question.”

“No, I do not want that. That would just be miserable.” She looked appalled.

“I also take it you don’t want to be put down or humiliated.”

She shook her head emphatically, “No. I’ve read about that and tried to imagine someone calling me trash or a useless cunt and it just made me angry. It was not sexy at all.”

“And if I told you in detail how I wanted to sink my dick into Ji’s tiny Asian pussy?” I asked.

A tiny tremor went through Melissa’s body. It wasn’t an orgasm but she was certainly prepared for one now.

“I think that answers my question,” I said. She just nodded yes. “Now, what if I told you that you had to go to the other room?”

“I would be so pissed,” was her reply. “I mean if you really felt that way you, I mean it would be you two but...”

I stopped her. “I would never do that. And we’re just talking about fantasies. Yes, if this were real we would have to think about the girl’s feelings, whoever she is, but I’m just trying to understand how you feel. I don’t actually have plans to sleep with anyone else.”