Chapter 2: Housemates

Sunday, after a wonderful breakfast of French toast with maple syrup that Ross and Laurel had prepared for everyone in the house, I went for a run along the Charles River with Ryan and Claire. We didn’t set a very aggressive pace, but we did run twelve miles ultimately covering both sides of the river from the Museum of Science up to Harvard, including to and from the house.

We sat on the front steps of the brownstone to cool down from the run. Ryan teased me, “So, are you in love with Claire?”

I nodded and smiled broadly. “I am. I don’t understand the competition though. The ethos of the house is still unfolding for me.”

Claire and Ryan laughed and shook their heads. He said, “You won’t believe it, but there isn’t any competition. I love her AND I was pleased to see her go off with you last night. That’s called compersion. She’s falling in love with you, too; but she’s not falling out of love with any of the rest of us. You’ll see it, feel it, and then embrace the concept.”

“She loves all of us?”

Claire spoke up, “Yes – men and women. I go both ways and love it. So do Amy, Laurel, and Eva. The guys aren’t sexual with each other, but I do think they’re BFFs, so to speak.”

I nodded. “Nice to know. I’m open to friendships. I’ve been feeling remiss the past few years that I haven’t really developed any deep friendships with anybody. I’ve been very goal directed about finishing my Ph.D. and my dissertation. I thought for a while that I’d teach, but I decided to work in industry for a while.”

Ryan recalled, “Robotics and computer science, right?”

“Right. 4Sight Computers will be my new company. Tomorrow is my first day working for them.”

Claire asked, “Do you know what you’ll be doing?”

I shook my head, “Not really. Something with robotics and probably natural language interface and A.I. – artificial intelligence. That’s mostly what we talked about during all of their interviews.”

Ryan teased, “Should I be worried about robots taking over the world?”

I nodded and frowned, and in a serious tone said, “Very much so.” I tried to counter his teasing. He suddenly got a worried look when he took in my expression. I laughed and then he did, too.

I said, “In truth, I’ll let you know. I may even be a robot, you know.” I jerked my hand in a mechanical gesture.

Claire shook her head, “Not the way you made love to me over the past fifteen hours. You were anything but mechanical.” She rubbed my back with one hand in a loving gesture.

Ryan stood and pulled us both up. “Come on, everyone. I hear the showers calling us.”

To my surprise, Ryan, Claire, and I showered together in the second-floor bath that had a huge shower stall. Ryan and I worked over Claire’s naked body until she had an orgasm. I left the two of them fucking still in the shower enclosure. I dried off and went up to my room. This house was amazing. I wondered whether I’d ever get used to the open sex that apparently was the norm.

Later, Claire and I planned the Monday evening menu. We found a recipe online for a Mexican dish we liked. We borrowed Ross’ car and went to a nearby grocery store and got all our ingredients. We were going to have flattened chicken patties with cheeses, onions, shrimp, and a salsa sauce. We got enough to feed sixteen people, so there’d be plenty of leftovers. Claire and I also set a time to meet at five p.m. on Monday to start the meal prep.

Sunday night we were on our own for dinner. Amy, Claire, Ross, and I walked to Boylston Street and got pizza and a beer at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant specializing in pizza. I’d eaten there before.

Back at the house after dinner, Amy followed me to my room. I didn’t realize her plan until I realized she was following me up to the third floor. At my door, she reminded me, “I’m with you tonight.”

Further, ahead of us going upstairs, I watched Claire going to Ross’ room. They stopped and kissed passionately in the hallway before going to his room. I noted they left the door open. If I recalled correctly, that invited others to come and join in.

Inside my room, Amy removed her blouse, bra, shorts, and some white bikini undies. She had a luscious body. I was frozen in position watching her informal striptease – only there was no teasing.

Amy came into my arms and kissed me. After several long kisses with tongue, she whispered, “Finally.”

“Finally?”

“Yes, finally. I’ve felt very attracted to you and I’ve wanted to do this since about five minutes after you started your interview with us yesterday.”

“Snap decision, it seems.”

“A good one. Claire said you were wonderful.”

I pulled my shirt off, “Oh, dear, I have to compete with my performance the night before.”

Amy laughed. “Not really. For me, it’s our first time.”

I observed, “No foreplay.”

She smiled, “You mean the charade of watching a movie as you both warmed up to each other and got ready to have sex? You knew she was a sure thing, but you did have her worried for a few moments about convincing you.”

“You watched us this morning,” I commented.

“You two were hot, plus the door was open. Knowing Claire, she left it open before you woke up. She especially likes an audience, but then so do I. If you look, you’ll find Ross’ door is open so you could watch them fucking. That’s also why I left your door open.” I glanced through my door into the hallway.

I shook my head and glanced at the doorway. “Kind of weird.”

Amy said, “We like to make love as a group occasionally. That way, we can watch each other, and we trade partners around a lot – A LOT. We are a very horny group. I, for one, hope you’ll participate with us that way.”

“No teasing?”

“I’m serious and straight with you. We like to fuck – to make love. More is better. We’re all exhibitionists, but very loving ones.”

By then I was naked. Amy and I came together with the energy of a match and a swimming pool full of gasoline. We kissed a lot, and then we lay down on my bed and continued to make out with her naked body mostly atop mine. I increasingly toyed with her breasts with hands and mouth, and then she started to inhale my cock and do really sexy and oral things to my sex organ. She could deep throat, too.

When Amy got me up to my edge, I stopped her, and then turned the tables. I went down on her and really went to town. I wanted Amy to explode, and about ten minutes later, she did. She dissolved into little pieces of pulsing orgasmic female flesh, and then slowly reassembled right before my eyes.

“Oh, God, Matt. Fuck me. Make love to me.”

I did. Amy was very easy to accommodate. This time, probably because my horns had gotten trimmed by Claire, I was not in as urgent a need of an orgasm. I took my time, and cycled Amy up and down in terms of getting near an orgasm for her. When she did tumble over the top, I think the orgasm was pretty spectacular. I thought I saw skyrockets in her eyes.

My ability to bring Amy pleasure, as well as Claire, I owed to a girlfriend named Carla that I had for a while right after I started grad school. She was a senior, and knew what to teach me so I’d please her. What I learned turned out to be pretty generic and pleased the several other women I’d been with since.

Carla had the same nymphomaniac tendencies that Claire and Amy seemed to have. She wanted intercourse on a near constant basis. When I got too busy to service her all the time, she found somebody that could. I was kind of crushed.

Eventually, I did my ejaculation and practically shot Amy across the room with my pent-up load. Two people orgasming at the same time apparently made some noise, although I wasn’t away of it. I became aware of it only when I glanced at my doorway to see Ross and Claire there, again, naked and fucking, as they watched Amy and me finish up.

Eventually, they gave little waves and went back to Ross’ room. I heard Claire moan as I assume Ross sank his man meat back into her. I felt a slight jealous flare, but pushed that aside.

Amy said, “You look pensive.”

“I was feeling possessive about Claire ... and you.”

She spoke with authority, “Not allowed. That’s one of the house rules. Nobody owns anybody else, especially in boy-girl relationships between all of us.”