Chapter 12

18 years on this planet and as many sexual partners, Nadine was discovering what good sex was. She’d had technically good sex, she even once had emotionally good sex (even if neither her nor her first partner got anywhere near cumming.) She had had angry sex, boring sex, passionate sex, and work sex. Heath was surrender sex.

It was the best feeling of her life.

The room, the house, the bed, was quiet in a way that nothing had been since their first night here. Nadine intellectually knew the three other girls were in the bathroom, dutifully waiting for the door to be open. That was beyond her now.

She lay on the bed, fingers tangled in Heath’s thick hair, making out madly. He straddled her left thigh, explored her body, hooked his thumbs around her nipples, squeezed and loved her breasts.

She was wet, aching, ready. She had been for days. Had been since the first time she had brought Heath a cup of coffee. She ground her pussy against his knee. She would not hurry him. She would not miss a second of this.

Nadine. The high school bitch. The one face he often recognized at college. His elementary school crush. His fourth woman. She was something special to Heath and he tried not to let the feelings swell. He was sick of being out of control. He was tired of being pushed or dragged any which way. He knew it wouldn’t be so bad.

He would let go of himself soon enough. But not today. His first taste of control over himself, over his life, over any relationship. He wanted to use it.

He wanted to use it for great sex.

“What are you smiling about?” Nadine said, on a breath as she felt the change in his kiss.

“Fishing for compliments?” he teased.

“I wanna know how you think,” she replied.

“Directly,” he answered. They pushed their lips and tongues together again. His hands explored down her body. He tested her hips, split her thighs, wiped her slickness from his knee. She opened and obeyed readily at the lightest touch. He walked his knee over hers.

Heath wasn’t shorter than many women, Nadine was an exception. She had slow curves, large breasts, and long legs. She had a couple of centimeters on him, he had inches for her. She kept her grip to his hair, kept their kiss near constant. She was pushed and rolled and covered by whatever move he made. His thumb found her sex. He found her sex quaking for him.

With his cock in hand, aiming carefully, he opened his eyes and saw the soft comfortable closure of hers. She wore a little pink eyeshadow. Thin black eyeliner. Her lashes were long and soft. He circled the tip of his cock over her pussy. He could see her eyes flitting about under the lids. He bit her lip. She clenched her eyelids tighter, he had hoped she’d open. Still, knowing she was in his control, was enough to thrust into her.

Pussies feel different on the inside. Unique, some fit better, some grip better. Four for four they were amazing, Nadine’s was the warmest. She moaned into his mouth. She bucked to meet his slow thrust. She held his face to hers as she vocalized straight down his throat.

He grabbed her left thigh. He grabbed the corner of the mattress above her head. He set his knees into the springs and started fucking.

He didn’t jackhammer her. That would’ve been losing control. He didn’t hesitate. That would’ve been refusing to take control. Nadine responded with full lung exhalative moans. Her fingernails pricked his skull. He grinned into her lips.

Aislin sat between Uly and Tabitha on the lip of the tub, listening to the bedspring squeaks and reverberant moans.

“Why’s she got a turn to herself?” Aislin dropped her chin onto the heels of her palms. Her elbows dug into her thighs.

“Oh, don’t you bitch!” Uly rolled her eyes.

“I was his girlfriend...” Aislin snarled. “She’s the ... the help.”

“We’re all there now,” Tabitha said, wonderment on every syllable.

“Yeah,” Uly said. “I can’t wait for my solo turn.”

“I’m still the girlfriend,” Aislin said.

“Sure you are,” Tabitha agreed. She smiled till it hurt. She didn’t think the label meant anything. If she had her phone she’d call her mother and purge all of the feelings bottled up in her chest. She couldn’t wait to tell everything!

They all sat quietly, watching the door, waiting.

Nadine hooked her ankle into the comforter. She pushed up and ground her clit on Heath’s pelvis every time he thrust down into her. He was gasping now too.

Cum together. Please let us cum together. Nadine psychically begged. Her brow was furrowed and her muscles were taught. She had never done this. Cum together. It seemed so romantic now. Her blood was pumping so hard under her skin she was red-faced and failing to keep forcing the kiss she had refused to let break.

Heath was sweat soaked and tense. Nadine clenched him. The swift grinding circles of her hips were driving him wild. He was plummeting, falling, but he wouldn’t splat and be nothing but a limp body and spatter. He was in control. He huffed a hot breath over Nadine’s upper lip and into her nostrils. She mewled a pathetic moan. He was in control. Listen to Nadine. Listen to Nadine give in. Celebrate that. As soon as she calls out, you’ve won! Celebrate into her womb!

Nadine struggled and kicked, slipping her heel on the sheets. The blankets had been beneath them, but they had been conveyor belted off the bed. The fitted sheets had pulled from the top right corner. Everything was as used and chaotic from the splay of her hair on the pillow behind her to the state of the whole room.

She had taken it on herself to fight the chaos. To keep the home ready for Heath to use. She felt giddy destroying the perfection. She gasped.

Heath heaved out a breath at the change he couldn’t miss. She had let go of his hair, pulling her fingers free the Gordian knot of tangles in which she had imprisoned her fingers. She grabbed him by the shoulders, nails digging deep as she screamed.

“Heath! I’m yours! I love you! Heath!” she bellowed. Her pussy had stolen every drop of moisture from her body. Her dry throat cracked as she shouted.

“Good!” was all Heath growled back into her lips. He wanted to say he loved her. He didn’t trust his chemistry flooded brain at that moment. The moment before he came. Hell or high water. He fucked down deep into Nadine. He grabbed her ass and made sure she ground herself as hard as she could into his pelvis.

Nadine squealed and heaved, erupting torrentially over Heath’s thighs. She felt the cum burst inside her. Heath punched a wad of sperm hard into her. Her muscles shook. Her lips smacked, chasing Heath’s mouth for the kiss she had demanded. He stopped grunting and roaring. He grabbed her hair and kissed her as hard as he had kissed anyone.

They stayed connected for minutes. Heavy breaths and wordless noises. Slowly, forever later, he pressed her left leg into the mattress and slithered himself out of her. They kissed a few swift times until they laid on their sides, eyes finally open together, seeing each other.

“Wow,” they both said. Nadine chuckled. Heath heartilly laughed.

She reached over, stroked his bangs from his face. “You’re amazing.”

“Thank you,” he smirked, smugly. His eyes ran down the sweaty figure of Nadine. “You’re--Jesus Christ!”

“No,” she put her palm in his face. “He got nailed differently.”

Heath snorted for the stupid pun. He kissed her swiftly. Rolled onto his back and moaned triumphantly into the ceiling. Nadine climbed up, in the crook of his arm, across the rise of his chest.

“What do you need?”

“Oh god,” he laughed. “Do I need anything?”

“What do you want?”

“Ha!” He kissed her forehead. “Another round?”

“Happily!” Nadine beamed. But neither moved. They moaned and semi-stretched.

“I think I need coffee ... Sugar ... Energy...”

“Now, that,” Nadine kissed his cheek, “I can do.”

“Alright,” he grinned. He swung out of bed as she climbed up onto her knees. She felt the runout of her pussy pool over her calf. He zombied to the door, smiled back at her with his hand on the jamb, and went downstairs.

Clean up! The thought hit her like a freight train. She stepped off the bed and saw the closed door of the bathroom. Or ... Well, it’s your mess to clean up now, isn’t it girl? She did what all of the other girls did and left the bed a mess. Nadine hurried down the stairs.

“I spy with my little eye--”

“The mirror? Toilet? Uly?” Tabitha interrupted Aislin. “That one weird stain on the drain pipe under the sink? Stop trying to make this fun. You’re not fun.”

“Oh my god.” Uly flushed the toilet and started washing her hands. “I’m so hungry.”

“Sun went down...” Aislin sighed.

“That was hours ago,” Tabitha grumbled.

“Yeah, maybe...” Uly said. She poured herself another glass of water from the tap. There was nothing else to do. She looked to the other girls. “You think he’s testing us?”

“What if he’s hurt?” Tabitha asked.

“No and no,” Aislin said. “Nadine’s keeping him busy. He doesn’t have time to think about us.”

“I almost want to kill her...” Uly said. “But there’s no way Heath would keep a murderer even if she loved him.”

“Yeah...” Tabitha said, looking pointedly at both girls in the washroom.

“We need to learn to be sisters,” Aislin said.

“You want us to fight more?” Uly asked. Aislin laughed madly.

“What?”

“You don’t have sisters, do you?” Uly smiled at Tabitha. “I--”

They all shut up as they heard the first steps in the bedroom since Heath and Nadine had left that morning. Uly rushed to the edge of the tub. They all fought to sit up straighter than the other two and not cover up. Heath opened the door.

“Shit!” He frowned, as soon as he saw the girls. “I left you up here for 12 hours! Oh my god, what is wrong with me?”

“Nothing you won’t work on now that you’ve found it,” Uly smiled.

“Are you going to fuck us or can we go get food?” Tabitha blurted out.

Aislin elbowed Tabitha. “What she meant to say is--”

“I’m heading down to the kitchen!” Nadine said from the door. “I’ll feed the girls and then make the bed for tonight.”

“Wait!” Heath turned. “Is the kitchen or dining room safe to eat after what we did today?”

“Music room’s fine!” Nadine said, with a laugh.

“I’d be more jealous if I wasn’t so hungry.” Tabitha climbed up. She gave Heath a hug. “Three more days.”

He was rushed by a parade of kisses from all three as they stampeded downstairs to eat.

Heath spent the next two days trying to find a moment alone with each girl. He didn’t know how he felt, beyond attracted, to Uly. He didn’t know if he wanted Tabitha in any of the ways she’d want to be wanted. He needed to hear Aislin say ‘I love you’ again. She said it differently now. Better.

Nadine was his. He had control if he wanted, a friend if he needed it, and everything else if he imagined it.

Tabitha was a fireball, streaking throughout the house on boundless energy. She was counting down the hours, real or imaginary, predicted by her little app.

He shared a bottle of wine with Uly. But half a sip in and the couch was piled onto by Aislin and Tabitha. They watched The Sword in The Stone. It was warm, familial, comfortable, happy. Infinitely frustrating. The after-sex was amazing.

Aislin had her hands on Heath whenever she could manage. There had never been so much dandruff, dust, and debris on his shoulders in his life. But she always found something to wipe off. She took him to bed and took him to other beds. She inserted herself at every opportunity.

It was morning, sun slipped in through the dining room windows. Nadine had prepared a simple breakfast. Bowls of cereal, cut up fruit, and coffee. Everyone was gathered around the table. Tabitha on Heath’s left, Aislin on the right, Nadine down from Aislin, and Uly down from Tabitha -- playing footsie with Heath under the table.

No one was dressed dressed. Heath had on a t-shirt and boxers. Uly wore a blue nightgown. Nadine had a long button up shirt. Aislin wore a bra and fuzzy pink pants. Tabitha wore green striped pajamas.

“I wanna get outside today,” Heath was saying. It looked still and cold and sterile outside. “We’ve been cooped up so long.”

“So what do we do outside?” Uly asked.

“I was just going to go for a walk in the woods,” Heath said. Tabitha lit up, Uly frowned. As much as she loved the knot of crazies in the house, Uly was a city girl and missing bars, restaurants, and theatres more and more by the minute. Nature should be walled in parks, not sprawling emptiness for hundreds of miles.