Chapter 31: An Ordinary Wednesday

-- WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 21, 2009 (NINE DAYS LATER) --

9:29 AM

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-haired head bobbing up and down in my lap before my heavy eyelids closed themselves. At first, I couldn’t remember who I’d gone to sleep with last night (I know: first world problems), nor was I in a particular hurry to figure it out. I was still quite sleepy and somewhat inclined to ignore the wet, tight pleasure being lavished upon my morning wood and just nod off back to sleep. I would readily admit I was a spoiled, spoiled man to even think about falling back to sleep rather than enjoying an expertly-crafted blowjob, but them’s the facts.

In the end, the blowjob itself was too good to let me fall back asleep. Pleasure coursed through my veins, amplifying the warm and fuzzy feelings of sleep in my mind until they became warm and fuzzy feelings of horniness. I reached up, set my hand atop my mystery lover’s head, and pressed down ever so gently. She took the hint, took a deep breath, and then swallowed my entire dick down to the root with ease. Of course, that little data point of information didn’t actually help me with identification. At the moment, there were quite a few brunettes cycling in and out of my life who could easily deep-throat my dick on command.

Since it was pretty late in the morning, the room was fairly well lit, but I still couldn’t immediately identify my morning fellatrix by the top of her dark-haired head - definitely a brunette - so that eliminated Dawn, Adrienne, and Summer from my calculations. But then she did this little swallowing thing, massaging my dick with her throat muscles, and some part of my sex-addled brain automatically identified a particular technique being used by a constricting throat belonging to one of only two cute young women in the world - and one of them was with her boyfriend in Miami.

“Fuuuuck, Cutie,” I groaned. “So fucking goooood...”

After her next suck, Kirstie Holland popped off my prick and grinned at me, her pearly white teeth flashing in the dim lighting. She started licking my prick like a lollipop, and when I reached up to pat her head, she giggled before promptly deep-throating my dick again.

Kirstie didn’t seem to be in any hurry to proceed. She seemed perfectly happy to just lie between my legs giving me a blowjob, and I wasn’t in any hurry to make her stop. To my right, Nora Cavaday was still out cold, her beautiful face looking so peaceful even though her mouth was open and she was drooling slightly. And to my left was Adrienne, as gorgeous as ever, buck naked and still asleep while wrapped around my left arm.

I found myself staring at Adrienne.

She looked ... amazing.

She looked ... beautiful.

She looked ... perfect.

All these years later, all the ups and downs and twists and turns of our rollercoaster relationship, and I still got to wake up to find her head on the pillow next to me.

For nine days in a row now, I’d gotten to wake up with Adrienne’s head on the pillow next to me. In a way, this time period had been a repeat of Adrienne moving into my bedroom after she and Sasha broke up in Bora Bora. But this time, instead of crying herself to sleep every night after whining and moaning about all the things that had gone wrong, Adrienne and I would fuck up a storm with whoever else happened to be joining us.

Come to think of it, this time period was more like when she’d moved back in with me after leaving her New York modeling career behind - the time when she’d decided being with me was the most important thing in the world to her.

That morning after the Housewarming Party orgy, Sasha had done the honors of giving me a blowjob as an alarm clock while Adrienne remained buck naked and wrapped around my left arm, and then the three of us had one last out of this world threesome (and around the world ... twice) before taking Sasha to the airport.

Tuesday night it was just Adrienne and me. There had been a few tears, but Adrienne kept it together and focused on the silver lining that she and I could still be in each other’s arms. Her slow-burn kiss of simmering passion morphed into a fierce liplock of nuclear power and we wound up fucking hard and fast. It was our way of making love.

Wednesday night, Dawn and Summer joined us for an out of this world foursome (and around the world ... thrice), but Adrienne still remained glued to my left arm all night until the time we woke up (Dawn gave me the morning BJ).

Thursday night Jayden and Jordyn came to visit. I woke up spooning with Adrienne, titillated her senses to warm her up in her sleep, and then pushed my renewed erection into her from behind to wake her up. The Schenke Twins beside us woke up while I was still pumping Adrienne from behind, and Jordyn was quick to circle around, flip herself into a sixty-nine position on her side, and start the pair of hot babes licking each other while Jayden shoved her pretty tits into my face.

Friday night Dawn and I went to play basketball with Bert, Kim, and the other twins (feels wrong to call Eden and Emma the ‘other twins’, doesn’t it?). Obviously, I didn’t go home with them for a family foursome. Rather, Dawn, Summer, and I went home to The Nest to find Adrienne masturbating with a vibrating egg up her ass holding up two strap-ons asking the three of us to make her airtight.

And I’ll give you exactly one guess as to who wanted to be made airtight next.

Saturday night, Adrienne and I visited the Tri-Delts. Believe it or not, we didn’t hook up with The Schenkes, Nora, or Kirstie. Instead, Adrienne and I wound up giving seven Tri-Delts the BB&A Experience, three of whom were brand new to us. The other four: Neera, Mi-young, Tova, and Cindy, were ex-pledges we’d occasionally boinked since Halloween.

And all that doesn’t even count the daytime visits. That Saturday night wasn’t the only time we conquered Tri-Delts together. It wasn’t exactly like Tri-Delt West, but the sorority girls weren’t shy about coming by The Nest and taking advantage of that charter mounted on the wall. If there was a silver lining to the twins taking a break from me, it was that I never had to worry about protecting “the family secret”, as it were.

Also, June was on paid leave just like me, and even though we no longer spent any time in the office, she still enjoyed daily “brainstorming sessions”. On the bright side, we no longer had to make them quickies in any sense of the word. The bulk of her non-sex time was spent with Kim nowadays, the two of them enjoying their burgeoning relationship. She also visited with Eve and the twins a lot.

And of course, Dawn and Summer would come back to the house in-between classes. And hell, I think Nora spent more time with them than she did with me.

Sunday, Adrienne and I drove into the city to have brunch with Dayna and Monique St. Claire. My favorite memory from that little tryst was pulling my dick out of Monique’s upside-down face after skull-fucking the hell out of the busty blonde and then steadily prying open Dayna’s beautiful butthole with my big dick.

No, actually, my favorite memory was when Dayna, Monique, and Adrienne stacked themselves over the foot of Dayna’s bed letting me sodomize the three ridiculously busty blondes one after the other merely by pulling out and adjusting the angle of my dick. Cornholing Monique while spanking Dayna’s buttcheek with my left hand and spanking Adrienne’s asscheek with my right hand? Yeah, definitely a favorite memory.

That’s not to say I was having sex twenty-four seven or anything like that. Adrienne had never worked a nine-to-five job, although her personal trainer met her at a private gym in Berkeley five days a week for a couple of hours at a time. Since I didn’t have to go into the office, she invited me to come with her and I got in some pretty good workouts that didn’t involve carrying a girl around the room crunching my abdominals to thrust in and out of her.

In fairness, I liked my workouts better, but I digress...

I also caught up on reading, watching videos on the internet, and just ... spending time with the girls. All of a sudden, I had an extra nine to ten hours a day that weren’t tied up with work nor tied up with emotional angst or fear of getting arrested and thrown in jail. I had time for ... well ... quality time.

And a lot of that time was spent with Adrienne.

Like I said: for nine days in a row now, I’d gotten to wake up with Adrienne’s head on the pillow next to me. And I found myself wondering how long she could continue to sleep in my bed instead of hers.

Was it so bad that I hoped it might be forever?

Like I said: I found myself staring at Adrienne. And I found myself wondering what she’d look like with her head on the pillow next to me when we were old and gray, after another sixty years in a row of sleeping together.

It was a very pleasant thought indeed.

Unlikely ... but pleasant.

At the very least, I’d enjoy the sight for now, however long it lasted.

Eventually, I patted Kirstie’s head and invited my Cutie to come climb aboard. She had been rubbing herself while going down on me, so she was wet and ready by the time she crawled into my lap, sank down with a deep sigh of satisfaction, and started going for a gentle ride. She tried not to wake the others, but even with the latest pocketed-coil technology, there was no mistaking the rhythmic way Kirstie’s undulations rocked the bed.

Nora was the first to wake. She smirked, kissed my shoulder, realized how sloppy her kiss was, and tried to slurp up her drool. She then rubbed ineffectually at my wet shoulder before smirking and setting her head back down, inclined to go back to sleep. At the very least, she kept her eyes closed and tried to enjoy a few more minutes of shut-eye.

Adrienne woke when Kirstie couldn’t stop herself from whimpering. My Tigress purred as she came awake, a low rumble in her throat that picked up in volume when her nose started twitching at the scent of wet pussy. Her golden irises flared as she opened her eyes and took in Kirstie’s nubile, writhing form. But then once she took stock of the situation, she grinned a happy grin and leaned in to give me a nuclear-powered kiss.

One kiss turned to two. Two turned to four, and then eight, and then the next thing I knew I was in a full-blown makeout session with my ex-fiancée. But eventually Adrienne paused for breath, and she pulled away from me with a wicked smile. Then, she sat up and shifted around behind Kirstie, the Tigress turning her attention to a relative kitten as she started gnawing on my Cutie’s neck while reaching around to paw at the slender brunette’s perky tits and budding clit.

When Adrienne first pulled away, I found that Nora had opened her eyes and was staring at us intently. She took advantage of my Tigress’s departure to take over making out with me. But that only lasted for a minute before Nora got up, swung her knee over my head facing the headboard, and started going for a ride on my face.

I grabbed onto Nora’s well-shaped booty and really feasted on her succulent flavor. She grabbed onto the top of the headboard, moaning and groaning her pleasure all the while. After a while, I slithered my hands up her slender form to grab onto her titties and pinch her nipples, making her moan even more. And at the same time, I felt Kirstie really start to hammer her light body up and down my prick.

My Cutie came first, crying out her climax around my cock with assistance from Adrienne. She toppled off my prick and Adrienne was quick to bend over and hoover my slimy schlong straight into her mouth. I got Nora off shortly after, and then I got Nora’s body off my face shortly after that. I rolled the lissome brunette with the angel face onto her back, quickly rolled after her, and rapidly rammed my rigid rod right into her pink penis garage so fast that I tripped her into another orgasm almost right away.

Meanwhile, Adrienne had parked her face between Kirstie’s thighs, licking and slurping at the younger girl’s sweet snatch with glee while the cute brunette squealed and squirmed, getting HER second orgasm almost right away.

And then when Nora came down from her high, she looked up at me with an impish grin, grabbed my head, and purred into my ear with a neatly proper English accent, “Will you please fuck my ass?”

Well, since she asked so nicely...

I pulled out almost immediately by way of answer, and Nora reached into the nightstand table to grab a bottle of lube. She handed it to me, flipped over, and then reached back to spread her own asscheeks with both hands.

Awesome.

Meanwhile, Adrienne had recognized what we were getting up to, and she shifted her aim lower to start giving Kirstie a rimjob. The cute brunette again squealed and squirmed, but once she saw me easing my fat cock into my Angel Face’s tight asshole, she then stared up at me with a hunger in her eyes that told me under no uncertain terms that I’d be doing the same thing to her next.

So yeah, I banged my big dick up Nora’s backdoor until the pretty brunette screamed in unholy ecstasy. By the time she finished screaming, Kirstie was right next to her, facedown and reaching back with both hands to spread her own asscheeks in anticipation of my entrance.

And as I started easing my big dick into my Cutie’s tight asshole while she groaned and strained and then turned back to smile at me with an expression of intimately fulfilled contentment, Adrienne and I shared a wicked grin.

Awesome.

12:32 PM

That morning session had ended with me alternating between Nora’s and Kirstie’s assholes before pulling out and spraying down Kirstie’s cutie patootie with ribbons of sperm, and then sitting back on my heels to watch Nora and Adrienne fight over the right to lick up every last trace.

But after that, the Tri-Delts had to get to their 11AM classes, and Adrienne and I headed out to get an early lunch together. I grabbed the keys to her Porsche, pulled it out of the garage, and then we headed downtown.

The meal itself was nothing special: I stocked up on calories while Adrienne had some cold-pressed juice concoction that smelled like rotten seaweed. And rather than head back home, we decided to go for a hike at Albany Bulb.

Adrienne and I walked hand-in-hand along the shoreline. It was a pleasant day, not too cold, and the wind was fairly calm. Adrienne was bundled up in a thick jacket and comfortable pants that covered up her outrageous curves so that she was merely “voluptuous” instead of “traffic-stopping gorgeous”, along with a black beanie that let her golden-blonde hair hang out.

The omnipresent clouds blocked out any direct sunlight, but it was still pretty bright out. We walked the first big straightaway of the peninsula in companionable silence, just enjoying the fresh air, neither of us feeling any particular need to talk. In the middle of a random January weekday, it felt like we were the only two people in the entire world.

For the most part, I was looking out at the scenery. One thing about “The Bulb” was that it was ever-changing. The vast majority of artwork was from found materials and spray-paint. Flimsy sculptures sometimes lasted only a few days before the wind knocked them over. Elaborate murals got painted over frequently. So there was always something new to see.

But while I kept admiring the artwork, I noticed after a while that Adrienne kept glancing over at me. The next time she did so - while we happened to be staring at an elaborate dragon that must’ve been twenty feet across - I looked right back at her with a questioning look on my face, and she immediately averted her gaze and blushed like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar or something.

“What?” I asked, a goofy grin on my face until she finally looked back at me. “Do I have a booger stuck to my cheek or something?”

“Eww, no.” Adrienne smirked and turned to face me. She stepped into my personal space, put both of my hands around her waist, and then wrapped her arms around my neck.

I recognized a clear invitation and tilted my head to softly press my lips to hers. She gave me her trademark slow-burn kiss, in no hurry to stop, and we made out like that for a minute or two. Eventually, she pulled back and I smiled down at her, just enjoying the moment. There was no need for me to ask if there was any particular reason she’d wanted a kiss. I already knew the answer would be: just because.

But after another ten seconds or so of smiling at me, the light in Adrienne’s golden eyes faded. She bowed her head, sighed wearily, and then leaned forward to hook her chin over my left shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” I asked while stroking her spine.

“I don’t deserve you,” she mumbled.

I sighed. “Not this again.” Adrienne had said that exact phrase a lot over the past nine days.

“I don’t.”

“I thought you agreed to let me decide what I do and don’t deserve. I’M lucky to have you in my life, and having you near means the world to me. I’m happy to be here for you.”

“You’re always here for me.”

“Your line is: ‘Thank you.’”

Adrienne pulled back enough to look into my eyes. She wasn’t crying, but I could see the moisture in hers.

“Thank you,” she said simply, although her voice was full of heartfelt emotion. “Thank you for being whatever I need you to be whenever I need you to be it. Thank you for being wherever I need you to be wherever I need it. Thank you for being my Rock. Thank you for being my lover. Thank you for ... Thank you for being ... my brother.”

I smiled and briefly pecked her forehead. “You’re welcome.”

“But I’m being selfish again.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am. This is the exact same thing that happened between us after Bora Bora. I’ve spent every single night in your bed--”

“Fucking my brains out. That’s certainly quite different compared to post-Bora Bora.”

“I’m leaning on you for emotional support.”

“At a time when I know you need emotional support and I’m happy to provide it.”

“I’ve made this time period all about me.”

“Shortly after I made a time period all about ME,” I pointed out. “I was an emotional mess after the 4D thing happened.”

“And Dawn became your primary support to help you through that - Dawn and Summer. I was still in San Francisco worrying about my final few days with Sasha.”

“As you should’ve been.”

“But now I feel guilty that I wasn’t here with you.”

“I didn’t mind. Really.”

“You didn’t mind because again, Dawn and Summer gave you the support you needed. Not me. You didn’t need me. And yet here I am, trying so hard to not fall to pieces, and the only reason why I’ve succeeded as much as I have is because of you.”

I squeezed her tight and pecked her forehead again. “I love you. I WANT to be here for you.”

“And I WANT to be there for YOU. I know I said that before, but in the end ... when the opportunity was there to be your emotional support ... I wasn’t around.”

“You were around enough. I really have no complaints. I got through it.”

“Thanks to Dawn.”

“And thanks to you. You and Sasha were both very understanding and supportive during the time we had together. And now? Right now I’m enjoying the unexpected vacation of being on paid leave of absence. Haven’t we had fun together for the last nine days?”

Adrienne smiled and thought back over everything we’d done together ... and everyONE we’d ‘done’ together, too. It really had been a LOT of girls in the past nine days. “Yeah ... we’ve certainly been having fun.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me too. With Sasha flying away, this could’ve been a really rough time for me. Instead you’ve somehow managed to make it one of the happiest periods of my life despite my occasional pang of missing Sasha. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“But again, I’ve somehow made the last nine days all about me. It’s always about me. I want to make it about you. I want to be whatever you need me to be. How can I be the one emotionally supporting you? Like, you wanted the big house with everyone nearby, and now we’re living in The Nest. I realize it didn’t exactly turn out the way we’d both imagined: just you, me, Dawn, and Summer. But the others are nearby still, so ... close enough for now?”

“Not just ‘close enough’,” I clarified. “When push came to shove, you were willing to accommodate MY wishes to buy the house next door to Kim, BJ, and June instead of remaining locked into the massive harem mansion of your dreams.”

“I still want the massive harem mansion, by the way. The real estate market is tanking, and I don’t think it’s gonna hit rock bottom for another year.”

“Regretting that we bought this house? Worried it’s going to lose its value?”

“No. It’s the house you wanted. No regrets. We can still fix it up and rent it out to college students when we move to a bigger Nest, or whatever other name we come up with. Tri-Delt South, perhaps? Ooh, Tri-Delt Nest.”

I snorted. “The point is: you were careful and considerate and more than generous to get this place for me.”

Adrienne sighed. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I got the place for ME. I’ve spent the last nine nights in bed with you. I did what I did for myself as much as I did it for you.”

“This is the part where I tell you that there’s nothing wrong with taking action to make yourself happy, so long as it’s not at the expense of someone else’s happiness. Can we agree on saying, ‘We both got what we wanted’?”

“Fair enough. But now that The Nest is done, what else can I do for you? How else can I help you get your Happily Ever After?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. I’m fine. Just continue to be with me.”

“I’m serious. What else do you want?”

“I’m serious too. There’s nothing else I need right now, save perhaps the reassurance that you’ll stay with me for a while.”

“I could promise to stay with you forever. I could marry you.”

I pulled my head back. “Don’t joke about that, please.”

Adrienne stared into my eyes. Her mouth was a tight line, and there was obvious tension in her gaze. She swallowed thickly and asked with a bit of a rasp in her voice, “And what if I wasn’t joking?”

I leveled her with a look.

Adrienne immediately averted her eyes and sighed. “I know, I know. Sasha just flew away and she’s skiing with Lea and Giulia in the Swiss Alps right now. It would be so easy for me to rebound with you.”

“It would be, which is why I don’t think that question was sincere.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I understand the impulse, at the very least.”

“Promises of marriage aside, I do honestly want to be whatever you need right now. I want to focus on ways to make you happy without having selfish ulterior motives. I want to be better. I want to be better FOR YOU.”

“You don’t need to be better. I think you’re doing great right now.”

“I think I’m doing great right now, but that’s only because I’m so focused on it right now. Focusing on you helps me think less about how much I miss Sasha right now. I need to be distracted!”

I smirked and chided in a sarcastic tone, “Oh, so it IS about you. It IS about making me happy while simultaneously making things so that you’re happy too.”

Adrienne made a face. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Relax, relax,” I laughed. “I keep telling you: there’s nothing wrong with coming up with solutions where we both get what we want. People are meant to do that: make each other happy. But it’s all pointless if they’re making themselves miserable at the same time. Now I don’t want you deliberately railroading me into an unwanted situation out of a selfish desire to get something for yourself. But otherwise? Please continue thinking about ways to make us BOTH happy and I think you’ll be just fine.”

“You really mean that?”

“I do.”

“So if I want to drag us behind that big tree over there and pull down your pants so I can give you a blowjob and therefore make us BOTH happy, that’s okay with you?”

I snickered and shrugged. “Well, I’m not gonna say ‘no’.”

Adrienne beamed, grabbed my hand, and started tugging. “Let’s go!”

2:13 PM

“Ben, Claudine ... Claudine, this is our big brother, Ben!”

I extended a hand out for a shake, smiling warmly at the slender but stacked French girl with dark auburn hair. But rather than accept my hand, the beautiful young woman stepped into me for a hug and pecked both of my cheeks.

“So pleezed to finally meet you!” the freckled redhead enthused in a bubbly and sweetly melodious voice with a thick French accent. “Daveed and Ahmburr have had zo manee gud thingz to zay aboot you.”

“Uh, thank you. Have Eve and the twins been nice to you?”

“More than nice, I would say,” Claudine replied with a wink and an impish giggle, a world of innuendo in her voice.

I shot a look over to Eden and Emma, but my baby sisters were just smirking and enjoying my momentary discomfort. I didn’t THINK they’d fallen into bed with the freckled redhead ... at least not yet. But I could tell it had crossed their minds.

And from the way Claudine was smirking, I had a feeling it might’ve crossed HER mind as well.

You just HAD to pick this time to cut yourself off from the twins now, didn’t you? Couldn’t you have waited a few weeks to get into a wicked hot foursome with a gorgeous new coed?

Dude, I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.

“So where’s Adrienne?” Eve asked as Claudine stepped back and all five of us sat down. Eden and Eve sat together on the couch to my left, Emma and Claudine were on the couch across the coffee table, and I took the armchair. Although I’d coordinated with Amber to get Claudine and the twins a meet and greet the first day of classes with no idea whether or not they’d hit it off, this was the first time the twins had brought Claudine back to The Birdhouse after classes, and Emma had texted asking if I could come over.

“Oh, she was already scheduled to meet her personal trainer, so she just dropped me off,” I explained. “Thank you, by the way. This visit got me out of going with her. Adrienne’s trainer seems to take a perverse delight in wearing me out, and not in a good way.”

The girls snickered at that.

“Another time, perhaps?” Claudine asked cutely. “I’d very much like to meet a famous supermodel.”

“Of course,” I assured her. “So how are you settling in? Are you enjoying Berkeley?”

Claudine smiled. “The people, yes. Your sisters and their friends have been so nice and welcoming. I don’t know how I would have gotten through this past week without them.”

I arched an eyebrow, sensing a ‘but’ coming, but didn’t say anything.

Claudine did raise both of her eyebrows as well, adding, “But ... the schoolwork has definitely been a challenge. I wanted this challenge, of course. But I have ... eh, struggled ... to always be listening and speaking in English.”

“Your English is great!” Emma said encouragingly.

“Merci. Thank you. I always thought my English was great, but reading textbooks in English is... difficile, no? And there is a difference between practicing my English at home for a little while at a time, and being in another country with nobody else who speaks French.”

“Je parle français!” Eve protested immediately. But then she pinched her thumb and index finger together, adding, “Un peu français.”

Claudine giggled and rattled off something in French so fast I couldn’t keep up. Eve giggled too and replied something about Claudine remembering she’d only taken three years of French in high school.

I glanced at Emma and remarked, “You should have Dayna and Monique come over just so Claudine can have what’ll feel like a ‘normal’ conversation.”

My babiest baby sister nodded. “Way ahead of you. They’re coming on Sunday. Spend the day with us ... spend the night with you.”

I chuckled and tried not to blush.

Eden leaned forward and gave me a quick wink. “So Claudine ... Why don’t you tell Ben the real story of how you got to know David and Amber?”

I blinked and arched an eyebrow. “‘Real’ story?”

Claudine giggled and blushed pink enough to drown out her freckles. She covered her mouth with one hand and muttered something in French that by tone alone seemed to be complaining about Eden putting her on the spot. But after taking a deep breath, the pretty redhead put her hand down and began, “So my family was in Kauai, I had a new underwater camera, and I wanted to take pictures of the turtles...”