Chapter 18: Puppy Love

-- MONDAY, DECEMBER 1, 2008 --

It was mid-afternoon when the taxi dropped off Dawn and the twins at their place. A few minutes later, I paid the driver, collected my bag, and slowly trudged up the porch steps of my own house. My key snicked in the lock, there was no one in the living room, and I figured the place must be empty. It was a school day, after all.

I trudged up the stairs like a drunk elephant, bone-tired from three-segment overnight travel in a series of economy-class seats in flying tin cans. I smelled like day-old sweat and felt worse than I smelled, so I was a little one-track minded on getting into my bedroom, taking a shower, and falling into bed to get some proper sleep. But that’s when I heard a breathy moan filter through a door to my right.

More specifically, the moan had filtered through Kim’s bedroom door.

At first, I thought I should just leave Kim and June alone. With 4D now over, June and I had been granted the following week “off the books”, meaning that we didn’t even need to burn PTO (Paid Time Off). And with June having spent the entire Thanksgiving holiday with her family, it made perfect sense for her to take advantage of a Monday with no work to reconnect with her best friend-slash-lover.

But then June’s voice floated through the door, moaning, “Ohmigawd, Eve ... you’re so fucking GOOD...”

The next time I blinked I found myself standing outside Kim’s bedroom with the doorknob in my hand, but I didn’t open it. As soon as I realized what I’d been about to do, I flushed with shame and dropped my hand away from the knob. As much as I wanted to see with my own eyes whatever was going on beyond that door, I knew it wasn’t my place to just walk in uninvited. Had it been June and Kim alone, sure (assuming I had either the interest or energy, which I really didn’t). But not with Eve involved.

Dawn, the twins, and I had landed at LAX early enough to do standby on the LAX to SFO flight ahead of our originally-scheduled one. It meant that we’d arrived more than an hour earlier than planned, and although I had texted Kim to let her know we were safe and sound at the San Francisco airport, I had to assume she wasn’t expecting me. She really wasn’t the best at checking her texts, especially if the girls had already gotten started.

So after taking a deep breath to collect myself, I continued on to my bedroom, parked my suitcase, and started stripping off my stale clothes to take a shower. Afterwards, however, I didn’t fall into bed to get some proper sleep. The little burst of adrenaline at hearing June moaning Eve’s name in obvious erotic ecstasy, plus the shower itself, had woken me up a bit. So after getting dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, I headed downstairs to scrounge around for something to eat and then catch up on news and my Facebook feed for everything I’d missed over the past day while traveling.

That was how June and Eve found me when they came downstairs, flushed, sweaty, and still naked. The pair of sisters were giggling with each other right up until Eve shrieked in shock and alarm, covering her nude body while ducking behind her big sister (who in reality was about the same size as her).

She really does look a lot like June when naked.

“You’re early,” June stated matter-of-factly, unfazed despite her nudity after everything we’d already done together.

I rather pointedly turned to stare at the far wall in an attempt to spare Eve any further embarrassment as I replied, “We caught standby on an early flight. I did text Kim.”

“Hmm...” June mused on that before muttering, “C’mon, let’s get you into the shower.”

“Not while he’s out here,” Eve hissed back.

“Thought you wanted to fuck him anyways?”

“I ... uh ... this is different.”

“I fail to see how--”

“June!”

“Fine, fine.”

Pivoting on the couch, I grabbed a throw pillow and pulled it over my face. The girls took advantage of my momentary self-blindness to shuffle across the living room, and shortly thereafter I heard a door close. I then dropped the pillow and startled for a moment to find a still-naked June kneeling on the floor right before me.

“Uh, wha-?” I stammered as June reached for the waistband of my shorts. “I thought you were going to take a shower?”

June shrugged. “Eve and I were going to take a shower together, but she’s clearly been ... ahhh ... Well, let’s just say your early arrival cooled off her ardor.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” June’s eyes glittered, and it was clear that her ardor had not been cooled. “It was really hot to have Eve pushing a Ben Junior up my ass while she went down on me, but I wasn’t quite able to fantasize it was the real thing. And now you’re here.”

“I ... uhhh...” I glanced over at the closed bathroom door, behind which I could hear the sounds of the shower starting up. “I don’t think Eve’s gonna come out to fulfill the other half of that fantasy.”

June shrugged as she extracted my semi-hard dick and started stroking it in her right hand. Despite my travel weariness, I hadn’t gotten laid since leaving Bora Bora and my penis was quick to realize it was about to get stuffed up June’s tight asshole. “That’s okay. There will be other opportunities. I’ve spent the past thirty minutes imagining your fat cock was stretching me wide open, and there’s nothing in the world I want more than to feel the real thing.”

My co-worker’s hot little mouth surrounded my rapidly-growing shaft, and she only needed to bob her head up and down in my lap for a couple of minutes before I was diamond hard and ready to go. In the meantime I whipped my t-shirt off, so we were both naked when June climbed into my lap with her feet planted and knees up while she squatted over my vertical rod and began lowering her pre-stretched sphincter down around my steel shaft.

When her buttcheeks settled down onto my thighs, the horny Chinese babe grabbed my head, mashed her lips against mine, and shoved her tongue into my throat. And for the next ten minutes she didn’t stop kissing me except to moan from only inches away how fucking big my dick felt in her tight asshole.

I don’t know how many times June had orgasmed with Kim and Eve, but she had three more riding my rod in my lap right there on the couch. In the end, she screamed her ecstasy to the ceiling while mashing my face between her breasts as I gripped her hips and groaned while erupting great gouts of scalding lava into the depths of her bowels. And long after both of our orgasms had passed, we remained cuddled together on the couch, June sighing rapturously as she nibbled my ear and nuzzled my neck.

“She really is in love with him, isn’t she?” Eve muttered quietly.

“Mm-hmm...” Kim replied just as quietly.

My eyes went wide, and I jerked back and stared over June’s shoulder at the now fully-dressed young women standing together perhaps ten feet away. In the middle of that aggressive anal quickie, I’d forgotten for a moment that June and I weren’t alone in the house.

Ten minutes is a ‘quickie’ now? Well, I suppose that’s about the same length as a brainstorming session...

For her part, June sighed and looked back at the other two, shooting them a look. Eve immediately winced and looked apologetic. Kim gave us her unreadable Mona Lisa smile.

“Well you two already got cleaned up, but I still need a shower,” June muttered with a head shake before turning to look back at me with a smile. “I’ve never showered with you before. Ooh, I’ve never had shower sex with you before. Come on!”

Not waiting for an answer, June dismounted me and stepped down onto the floor before grabbing my hand and almost violently tugging me up. I obliged the perky/happy/horny girl by getting up and letting her haul me off to the downstairs bathroom, but I shot a look of confused surprise at Kim.

My hanamuguri’s Mona Lisa smile curled upward at the corners in amusement, but she didn’t otherwise react. A minute later, I found myself slammed against the wall while June made out with me furiously as the shower sprayed against her back.

I still wanted to know what was going through June’s head, especially after those little comments from Eve and Kim about June being in love with me. But I’d still only had the one ejaculation so far, and from the way June so enthusiastically soaped up my dick and didn’t stop stroking it even after it was clearly squeaky-clean made me realize a deeper conversation could wait.

“I don’t have any lube in here,” June apologized as she turned around and braced herself against the wall, “but I’m wet enough that you can still put it in my pussy. Feels like I’m always making you pull out and cum in my mouth, but today you can actually bathe my womb with your sperm. Unnngh, I’m getting wetter just thinking about it. Come fuck me, Ben. I wanna feel you spurting deep inside me. Please?”

Yes, deeper conversation could wait.

Eve was gone by the time June and I emerged, but Kim was in the kitchen doing pre-prep for dinner. I wanted to ask about June and Eve hooking up, and I also wanted to ask about June being “in love” with me, and heck I wanted to ask Kim about her Disney World family vacation, but Kim beat me to the punch by stating, “So I understand that you received - and turned down - marriage proposals from both Sasha and Adrienne?”

I looked at her blankly and sighed as I headed over to the couch and flopped down on it wearily. June followed me like a lost puppy, cuddled herself up against my right side, and pulled her bare legs beneath her while settling her head down atop my shoulder.

I went ahead and wrapped my arm around June while looking up at Kim, muttering, “Can we talk about this little change in behavior first?”

Kim shrugged as she followed us into the living room and settled into the armchair. “Next stage in June’s development. She’s never been in love before.”

I glanced down at the pretty girl with her head on my shoulder, to find her staring up at me with a happy smile full of contentment and adoration. “I thought you said that bit about saying you were in love with me was just a defense mechanism to fend off Dalton.”

June shook her head slowly without removing it from my shoulder. “I didn’t know what I was feeling. One minute, I was drunk and happy in the strip club enjoying the attention of a strikingly handsome man. Flirting is fun. But when Dalton suggested the five of us get together in his hotel suite, I was seized by the sudden ... wrongness ... of it all. I suddenly felt extremely guilty for making out with him, for letting him put his hand on my boob. I felt like I’d betrayed you.”

I shook my head, “You weren’t betraying me. You’re not my girlfriend.”

“I know that. You think of me more as your Mei Mei, your little sister. You don’t interfere with Emma’s relationship with Marcus, for example.”

“Exactly.”

“Emma’s not in love with you.”

“No she’s not.”

“But I AM.” June scooted up a bit, held my cheek, and softly pressed her lips to mine.

I kissed June back, tenderly if not passionately. I didn’t want to lead her on but nor did I want her to feel rejected. The kiss didn’t last long, however, and she soon retreated.

Giving me a soft smile from inches away, June continued, “I didn’t realize what I felt at first. I know you’re not in love with me. You care about me, but in a protective Ge Ge way that isn’t romantic. I knew you’d prefer our relationship remain that way, so I told myself I couldn’t be ‘in love’ with you. I thought about it the whole flight back from Hong Kong. I told myself I was just reacting to that one time you said you didn’t want to worry about me leaving you for some other guy.”

“That was a long time ago, and I don’t actually want you tying yourself to me for the rest of your life. Just like with Emma and Eden, I DO want you to have other experiences beyond me and find long-term happiness with someone who can devote himself to you the way you deserve.” I blinked and glanced up at Kim. “Or maybe ‘herself’.”

Kim blushed and looked away.

“I know you do, and maybe I will someday,” June replied, still focused on me. “But not today, and not with Dalton. He’s handsome and all, but he’s not you. I’m in love with you.”

“I think you’re in tight with your support system and don’t know the difference between what you’re feeling and real love. I think you’re comfortable with me, you’re happy with the state of our relationship, and that maybe someone (ahem) implied that being in love is the next stage in your development, and I’m the most obvious choice.”

“Don’t look at me,” Kim replied to my accusatory look. “I was in Florida. June went straight home to her family.”

“Eve, then?”

“Eve and I talked, yes,” June admitted. Taking a deep breath, she sat up straight, and the next time she looked at me her expression was less puppy love and more the ruthlessly efficient co-worker I was used to seeing. “Logic dictates that given my lack of prior experience with these feelings, I may perhaps be mislabeling them. But at the end of the day, the term itself is irrelevant. I feel... something ... I feel something different than before. And I feel that something different specifically for you.”

I had perked up a bit at first, thinking that June was coming to her senses as she started speaking, but as her statement continued my shoulders slumped. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried. I’m not a silly little schoolgirl. Granted, I don’t have much experience in these matters, but I haven’t lost my head. I know the stakes. I know the other women in your life, and I know I don’t stack up against them.”

I sighed. “Not this again.”

June held a hand up to forestall further comment. “I appreciate that you find me attractive, thank you. Let’s not go off on that tangent. All I meant to say is that I harbor no illusions about you turning into a Prince Charming to come rescue me from a high tower and take me away so we can live happily ever after. That’s not an outcome that would make sense for us.”

I arched an eyebrow. “What outcome DO you want for us?”

June broke out a genuinely broad smile, and all of a sudden that puppy love expression was back. I could practically see the shimmering sparkles in her suddenly much larger eyes.

“I don’t know!” she chirped with unexpected enthusiasm. “I just know that the instant I realized that I didn’t want anything to do with Dalton anymore ... that I belong to you ... that I WANT to belong to you ... and that I feel safe exploring these new feelings and emotions with you ... I ... I ... I find myself smiling all the time! I feel like I’ve lost twenty pounds and I have to concentrate to keep my feet on the floor lest I float away! My heart aches at the thought of not seeing you every day. I spent the whole weekend counting down the hours until you came home. And then as SOON as I saw you sitting on the couch when Eve and I came downstairs, I was CONSUMED with a need ... a HUNGER ... to have you buried deep inside me. If what I feel isn’t defined as ‘love’, I don’t give a shit. Call it whatever you want. I feel what I feel. And I feel it for you.”

I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to respond, but June kept going.

“And I like this feeling! Now it’s probably some chemical reaction in my brain attempting to initiate a biological instinct for procreation. I mean, the idea of you ‘bathing my womb with your sperm’ isn’t the sort of thing I would normally find arousing, and yet I did. That’s the power of evolution, I suppose - dangerously baked-in psychology to ensure the propagation of the species. And the sex itself. Ohmigawd. I feel this ... heightened sense of ... stimulation. Sex has felt good and all before, but sex while I’m in love? It’s like regular sex is ‘x’, and anal sex is ‘2x’. But then sex in love is exponentially better, so that’s ‘x-squared’, and anal sex is ‘2x-squared’, which mathematically makes it ‘4 times x-squared’, right? Can we make love again now?”

I sighed and raised my eyebrows, glancing over at Kim. My baby mama shrugged, gestured right back at me, and gave me a look that clearly said, ‘Ball’s in your court now, dude.’

I knew I couldn’t respond to her declarations of love in kind, with anywhere near the depth of emotion. Taking a deep breath, I tried to think logically and realized she hadn’t really answered my question. So I wound up saying, “I still don’t know what outcome you want for us.”

June’s enthusiasm tempered somewhat, not in a bad way but just that she settled down a bit. “No matter what, I want us to remain friends. I’d like you to continue thinking of me as your little sister. I can’t help the way I feel - it defies logic. Everything about our current situation makes no sense to me. I shouldn’t be in love with you. Grateful: certainly. Lustful: absolutely. But love? I’ve always known you don’t think of me that way. You do have a need to feel like a protective big brother. You also need a big-titted bombshell who sets your loins on fire at the mere sight of her. If you ask me, the woman you’re destined to be with will serve both needs for you. I can be the former, but I’ll never be the latter.”

I opened my mouth, but June held a hand up to forestall my comment again.

“I’m okay with that, really,” she continued. “Being a physically-alluring specimen who attracts male eyeballs everywhere I go is not what I want for myself anyway.”

I nodded my agreement. I wanted June to grow and develop, but I wanted to let her remain quintessentially ‘June’.

“I’m not an easy person to like, let alone love – I know that. I’m not expecting your feelings for me to grow over time into the kind of romantic bloom that make people write poetry. I don’t know what the future may hold for us. Someday I may settle down with my Mr. Right ... or Mrs. Right...” June glanced at Kim with a pink blush, “and move on away from you. Maybe I’ll remain close to you for the rest of my life. I don’t know. All I can think of is this moment, and how I feel about you. I love you, Ben. I feel... happy ... And I want this feeling to last a little longer, okay?”

I nodded slowly, and June once again wrapped herself around my side, pillowing her head on my shoulder. I circled her with my right arm, took a deep breath, and looked up to find Kim smiling at us.

I found myself surprised by that. After all, hadn’t I sensed burgeoning feelings between June and Kim? Didn’t I notice the tenderness ... and protectiveness ... June had already displayed towards Kim? If there was someone I’d thought June would fall in love with, I figured it would be Kim. Perceptive as Kim was, she must’ve noticed it too. And for June to now be so plainly demonstrating how much she was in love with ME instead of HER had to sting a little bit, right?

But then maybe love wasn’t something to be measured in a graduated cylinder. Maybe love wasn’t something to be ranked. Maybe Kim didn’t give a shit whether or not she was “Number One” in June’s heart but rather – in her quintessentially Kim way – she simply wanted the person she loved to be as happy as possible, even if that meant June loving me “more” than loving her.

Maybe June wasn’t quite wired to fall in love with Kim. Maybe she was wired to have Kim as a best friend but wasn’t actually a lesbian. Maybe I had been selfishly hoping to keep all the toys to myself by dreaming up more girl-girl pairings around me, hoping for June and Kim to neatly fall in love with each other so I could remain their one dick forever.

One thing was for sure: Eve and Kim were right. June really WAS in love with me. At least she was still fairly rational about it. At least she didn’t have Eden-like pipe dreams about marrying me and living happily ever after.

You’ve got two little sisters now who are in love with you when you don’t feel the same way. And the big-titted bombshells who set your loins on fire love each other more than you.

Thank you for summing it up so succinctly.

That’s what I do.

Aren’t you also supposed to help tell me what to do next?

Pssht. No. I’m pretty much useless in that regard. Haven’t you noticed?

Yes, I noticed.

“You know...” June began softly, reaching up to caress my cheek.

Seriously... June is caressing your cheek...

“I admittedly don’t have much experience with these kinds of emotions,” June began, “but I believe most girls would be feeling hurt right now to see such a sad sack expression on the face of the man they just declared their love to.”

I blinked and gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry. I’m just ... processing.”

June smirked. “I know the feeling.”

“I know what’ll make you feel better,” Kim suddenly volunteered, leaning forward and then standing up.

“What’s that?” I asked.

My baby mama smiled. “Let’s go pick up BJ.”

She was right: After not seeing my adorable son for nearly a week, I felt better.

-- TUESDAY, DECEMBER 2, 2008 --

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, skin-to-skin with no clothing between us. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the perky bare breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her pajama-bottoms-clad buttcheeks. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her jet-black hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

“Mmm...” June sighed dreamily as she snuggled deeper into my chest and wriggled her butt against my bulge. “So this is what all the fuss is about...”

“Hmm?” I murmured, still rather sleepy.

“I didn’t feel like this the first time we spent the night together, or even the second. I guess being in love really does make all the difference.”

“Hmm?” I murmured again, still not quite awake.

June wriggled a little, and I realized she was dragging her pajama pants down to her knees. “Push into me. I need to feel it.”

“Hmm?” I murmured, still hot-dogging her now bare-naked buttcheeks. I’d remained naked after making love to Kim last night, but June’s words still weren’t quite penetrating my foggy mind.

She took matters into her own hands, literally, by reaching down and holding my morning wood at an angle away from my belly. Carefully adjusting herself like a Space Shuttle pilot trying to dock at the International Space Station, she finally notched me into the right place and started backing onto my protruding prod. The sexual creature inside me took over then as I grabbed her hips and pulled. And both of us groaned together as I slowly sank deeper into her exquisitely tight, exquisitely warm, and exquisitely wet pussy inch-by-inch.

“Oh, fuck, I could get used to waking up like this,” June muttered.

“Fuck yeah,” I grunted, the sensations of burying myself into such a fantastic-feeling snatch stirring my consciousness. I stopped at full-depth, keeping our bodies pressed together as tightly as possible. June had such a flat butt that I felt really deep inside her, and I caressed her perky nipples while nuzzling and nipping at her neck with my nose and lips, in no hurry to escalate just yet.

“I love you, Ben,” June sighed, glancing back at me and craning her head to peck my lips.

I blinked, instinctively knowing she’d like me to return the endearment, but at the same time I wasn’t about to lie to her. I mean, I cared about her a lot, and maybe even loved her in the non-romantic sense of the word. But I knew I couldn’t say ‘I love you, too’ and have it mean what she probably wanted it to mean, so I froze for a moment, a little unsure of what to do.

It wasn’t like this was the first time June had said those words to me. She’d first said those words to me in that exact order yesterday before we went to go pick up BJ. I then spent the rest of my evening playing with my son. He’d been delighted by my return, and was even more delighted to show off all the swag he’d gotten from Disney World, such as a red straw bent into the shape of Mickey ears, a green whistle (we would be making THAT mysteriously disappear within a few days), and a Lightning McQueen car that rapidly became his favorite toy (even more than Percy the green train – so no more “Daddy Pussy!”). Unloved were the obligatory black cap with Mickey ears embroidered with his name, the Donald Duck plushie, and even the Lightning McQueen t-shirt despite his affection for the toy car. The Mater water bottle with the built-in silicone straw he did eventually end up using.

After putting our son to bed, I had taken my hanamuguri into my bedroom so we could catch up in the physical intimacy department. Even if we hadn’t taken vacations in opposite directions of the globe, it was still a “Kim Monday”. Like most parents at the end of a long trip, we were both pretty tired. Our lovemaking that night didn’t scale the heights of incredible ecstasy deserving of a sonnet or two, but we still enjoyed being together again after spending a week apart.

To my surprise though (but not Kim’s), while we were cuddling in the aftermath, June came into the room and almost shyly asked if she could sleep with us. She whispered in my ear again that she loved me, and I fell asleep with a beautiful young woman’s head pillowed onto my chest from either side. But when we awoke, June and I were alone in bed.

Abundant morning light streamed around the cracks in the curtains, telling me it was fairly late even without needing to look at the clock. That explained why Kim was gone, as she must’ve taken BJ to daycare and gone to her first class by now. Since June and I didn’t have to go into the office for the remainder of the week, I knew we had all the time in the world to enjoy ourselves. So I stopped at full-depth, keeping our bodies pressed together as tightly as possible while nuzzling and nipping at her neck with my nose and lips, in no hurry to escalate just yet.

“I love you, Ben,” June sighed, glancing back at me and craning her head to peck my lips.

I blinked, instinctively knowing she’d like me to return the endearment, but at the same time I wasn’t about to lie to her. So I froze for a moment, a little unsure of what to do.

She smiled at my confused expression. “Don’t worry about saying it back. I know you care. This is good enough for me.” Contracting her core muscles, June hugged my embedded cock for a few seconds before undulating her abdominals and starting to fuck herself against me.

I took up the rhythm with her, but after another minute I could tell she wanted me to pound her harder. Without disengaging my dick, I rolled her over onto her belly while she spread her legs out to the sides, and I really started to lay down the lumber.

“Soooo. Much. Better. Than. The other. Times. We spent. The night. Together,” she grunted in time with my heavy thrusts. I paused for a moment, balls-deep in her wet box, and she brushed a loose lock of hair back from her forehead while turning to smile back at me. “Now I understand why Eden wants to do this so often.”

Automatically, my waking-brain scanned through its memory banks before settling on the two occasions June had spent the night in my bed. The first had been after first getting her anal cherry, and I distinctly recalled her lying awake in my arms for more than two hours thinking about the 4D project rather than disturb me. The second time had been our final night in Hong Kong when she woke up with a massive hangover, insisting she had no recollection of ever saying she was in love. So yeah, I had to agree this was a better way of waking up together.

I quickly bent over and kissed her cheek, June sighing happily at my tenderness. But a moment later, she set her face back down on the mattress and reached back with both hands to grab her asscheeks and spread them apart.

I knew what she was going to say next even before she said it.

“Put it in my ass...”

Definitely a great way to wake up.

On the one hand, I would’ve expected a young woman flush with new love to want to spend every waking moment she could with me, especially after all that talk about floating away with her feet off the floor and her heart aching at the thought of not seeing me. Rather, June did something that was quintessentially “June”. After getting her spectacular morning orgasms and an anal direct-injection of sperm (since she didn’t need to worry about cleanup in the office), she didn’t even bother kissing me before sliding off the bed and heading out to take a shower, leaving me sweaty and satisfied flat on my back. Then, when I took my own shower, got dressed, and came downstairs, she acted quite ... normal. Much like our brainstorming sessions in the office, June getting her cookies seemed to reset her personality back to its default settings.