Chapter 66: Positive

-- FRIDAY, AUGUST 7, 2009 (ONE MONTH LATER) --

“Ohmigawd, the orgasms are just amazing. I mean, I thought I’d had orgasms before - even with him when we were in high school - but the stuff he’s done to me these last few months since we got together? It’s like I’d grown up eating McDonald’s kids meal cheeseburgers and would insist to anyone who’d ask, ‘Yeah, I’ve eaten burgers before.’ But then this man came back into my life and said, ‘Hey, this is In-N-Out. This is Fuddruckers. This is Kobe beef.”

Iris raised her eyebrows and remarked, “I can’t remember the last time I had a cheeseburger, but I get your point.”

“I don’t think you do.” Summer’s eyes sizzled. “I think you need to get some protein into you.”

I arched an eyebrow and glanced at Summer, my expression clearly stating my opinion that she was pushing things a little too far.

But Iris smiled with sparkling eyes and replied, “Well I have been lacking sufficient protein in my diet lately.”

I choked on my own spit and coughed, thumping my chest a couple of times.

Iris gave me a coquettish look, batting her eyelashes while the fingertips of her right hand ran up and down the open neckline of her blouse.

That’s a pink bra. When did she undo those extra two buttons?

I don’t know.

“I just think of all the ways my life has changed so much for the better in these last few months,” Summer continued. “I’m happy. I’m really, really happy. I mean, I still totally miss my mom, and even mentioning her just now makes me feel that tug of melancholy. I close my eyes and I can imagine her ghost standing behind me with her hands on my shoulders. But it’s like I can hear her voice whispering into my ear that she knows I’m in good hands - his hands, and those of Dawn and A.D. and everyone else - and how happy she is for me that I’ve finally found a family in which I can feel both safe and fulfilled.”

“That’s great,” Iris said approvingly.

“So many loved ones,” Summer continued with a smile. “So much love. SO fulfilled. Fulfilled AND ‘filled’, if you know what I mean.”

Iris smirked at the innuendo in Summer’s voice and blushed briefly while glancing down at her notepad and cutely putting the back end of her ballpoint pen to her lips.

She’s rubbing her thighs together.

No she’s not.

Yes she is. Seriously. Iris is getting aroused by everything Summer’s been telling her.

“I do think it’s important to remember that sex isn’t the solution to everything,” Iris stated seriously while taking a deep, calming breath and sitting up straight with her posture erect.

Hehe. You said ‘erect’.

Dude...

“Physical intimacy has been a great stress-relief for you, no doubt,” Iris continued. “But it’s important that you don’t simply fall into bed together as a way of running away from melancholic thoughts of your mom.”

“I don’t,” Summer insisted. “I admit I was only too eager to run up to Ben or Dawn or any of the half-dozen other beautiful, sexy babes he keeps so well-satisfied and ask them to make me feel better as a distraction so I wouldn’t feel sad anymore. But we’ve genuinely made an effort these last couple of weeks to stop and talk. To have those conversations and express our emotions rather than try to avoid them.”

“Is that true, Ben?” Iris asked, turning to me. “Have YOU taken the time to stop and express your emotions?”

I nodded. “It hasn’t always been easy, but I have.”

Iris narrowed her eyes and then turned her attention to Summer. “Has he actually expressed his emotions? Or has he rapidly turned things around to you and supporting your emotions instead?”

Summer blushed and squeezed my hand. “Probably a little of both. Admittedly, Ben’s default setting is to throw himself into helping others rather than seeing to his own needs. But that’s where Dawn and A.D. come in. A.D. is especially good at taking charge of his well-being and forcing him to talk to her instead of deflecting.”

Iris smiled. “Yes. She’s a force of nature, that one.”

“She and Sasha are both good at getting him to open up. He finally lets down his guard, he starts crying, he tries to stop crying, but eventually they get him to let go and give in. Then we all start crying too and end up in a big group hug. It’s quite therapeutic, really. For all of us.”

“That’s good, that’s good.”

“And THEN we get naked and fuck each other silly!” Summer exclaimed enthusiastically. “After expending all that emotional energy, ohmigawd the raw passion and feelings of community and cooperation take over and ... I mean, to cry my heart out and then feel the warm embrace of my family around me ... Dawn, my BFF, holding my head and kissing me tenderly while whispering in my ear how she’ll always be there for me ... To have Ben - my boyfriend ... my lover, my Master - filling me up to my very core and making me feel fulfilled. Just thrusting and thrusting and dominating me while the pleasure in my loins takes over every square millimeter of my body and fills each and every brain cell with exquisite ecstasy ... And then A.D. and Sasha start sucking on my boobs and one of them reaches down to buzz my clit and ... Nngh! It’s just so incredible!”

Iris swallowed thickly and nodded. “I’ll bet.”

She’s rubbing her thighs together again. And her nipples are saying ‘Hello!’ through her blouse.

And I wasn’t the only one to notice Iris was turned on.

“You really should feel it for yourself. Just once, at least,” Summer suggested rather eagerly. “We’d be happy to demonstrate right now. There’s time.”

Iris glanced at the clock to check the time before grimacing and closing her eyes, perhaps internally scolding herself for even considering it. “Summer, please. I’m a professional and we’ve talked about it not being appropriate for you to keep making these suggestions.”

“I know, I know. Sorry. I get excited and I just wanna share him with the whole world sometimes! He makes me so happy. And don’t think I missed that bit about you not getting enough protein in your diet lately.”

Iris blushed and looked a little flustered.

Before things got any further out of hand, I squeezed my girlfriend’s hand and growled in a quiet, but commanding, tone, “Summer.”

“Yes, Master.” Summer immediately tucked her chin down to her chest in submission and looked chagrined.

“You’re misbehaving,” I growled in the same tone.

It was the wrong word to use. Summer picked her head up, royal-blue eyes dancing. “I AM misbehaving, aren’t I? I’m being a bad girl, aren’t I? I think you need to spank me, Daddy.”

I blinked in surprise, a little too shocked to immediately react.

Summer took advantage of my momentary incapacitation to lean in close, lightly chew on my ear, and rub my belly, her hand getting dangerously close to my crotch. “I’ve been a baaaad girl,” she moaned in a voice thick with arousal.

Iris is rubbing her thighs together again.

“Summer: behave,” I ordered coldly, taking her hand off my belly and pressing it firmly to her own leg.

“Yes, Master.” Summer tucked her chin down again.

I chuckled, cradled her head, and then leaned over to peck her cheek. “Good girl.”

Iris chuckled and I gave her a ‘What can you do?’ shrug.

Switching gears, I raised my eyebrows and asked, “Can I ask how Dawn’s doing?”

Our mutual therapist shrugged. “You can ask me, but you know I’m not allowed to answer in detail. However, I can ask you: Do you believe she’s made a genuine effort to be honest with both of you? ‘Open Communication’ is the phrase, I believe. Have you asked her how her sessions have been going?”

“I have,” I confirmed. “She said that at first, she had a hard time letting her defenses down. But now that it’s been few weeks, she’s been feeling more and more comfortable with you, and in turn I do believe she’s made a genuine effort to be honest with us. Summer?”

My girlfriend picked her head up and nodded. “Her first impulse is still to clamp down and hide her thoughts and feelings if she thinks they’re either incompatible with what the rest of us want or would simply make her look bad. I’d like to think I’ve gotten better at paying attention to the signs when she does that. But usually one of us will prod her into telling us the truth and reassure her we’ll still love her all the same. And she’s been better about taking a deep breath and then opening up.”

“I’ve seen the same,” I agreed, turning back to Iris. “It’s a credit to your skills, because heaven knows I’ve had a hard enough time getting through her defenses over the last twenty-five years.”

“Thank you,” Iris replied politely.

“But that said,” I continued, “she’s been quiet for a few days. Nothing totally wrong, and communication is always difficult when she’s down south with her family instead of up here with us. Texts and brief video chats aren’t the same as face-to-face, of course. And it’s always been hard getting inside that pretty little head sometimes, you know?”

“You think she’s relapsing into old habits?”

I made a face. “I don’t like the term ‘relapsing’. But ... I dunno. Every woman is subject to mood swings a bit.”

Summer elbowed me in the ribs.

I chuckled and finished, “For all I know she’s just busy at work. Really, though, it’s only been a few days this week and maybe I’m overblowing her not texting me as often as she normally would. You have a session with her tomorrow, right?”

Iris nodded. “Tomorrow afternoon.”

“I’d appreciate you asking her about it.”

“I will,” Iris promised. “But don’t be afraid to directly ask her about it when you see her tonight. She IS coming home tonight, right?”

“We’re going out as a group, actually. She’s gonna come meet us after work and we’re staying in the city for the evening.”

“That’s great. And if there’s one thing I can reassure you of, it’s that Dawn loves you both very, very much. Stay connected to her. Stay positive with her. Don’t blame her or put her on the defensive. Negative complaints become a feedback loop you’ll want to avoid. Just let her know how much you care. Ask for - don’t demand - her openness and honesty. And I think you’ll be just fine.”

“Sounds great. Thanks, Doc.”

“Anytime.”

// Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling / And every time we kiss I swear I can fly / Can’t you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last / Need you by my side.

// Cause every time we touch, I feel this static / And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky / Can’t you feel my heart beat slow, I can’t let you go / Want you in my life.

There were no exterior windows; the only illumination came from the constantly changing colors of literally thousands of LED lights arrayed in a grid pattern on the ceiling and surrounding the main dance floor’s support beams, along with dynamically throbbing lasers that flared overhead in rhythm with the thudding techno beat.

Pulsing green reflections of light flashed on my fiancée’s glistening face as she grinned at me gleefully and bounced to the driving techno beat. Adrienne’s arms were raised up into the air and she swayed from side-to-side in perfect sync with the rhythm, sending her golden-blonde hair swishing as well. Balanced perfectly on skyscraper heels, her feet only moved a little bit with each motion as she did most of her dancing work with her hips. She wore a tight black halter top, cropped at her midriff to expose not only her taut abdominals, but also her new “Tiger’s Pet” tattoo at the base of her spine just above her matching miniskirt. The most desirable pair of breasts on the planet thrust forward, spilling over the top of her scoop neckline and jiggling a half-beat slower than the rest of her body. And as the song continued, she pivoted slightly to let me see the tattoo, brought her bodacious booty in line with my crotch, and slowly backed it up into me.

// Your arms are my castle, Your heart is my sky / They wipe away tears that I cry / The good and the bad times, We’ve been through them all / You make me rise when I fall

From behind, Sasha held my hips and briefly rubbed her tits into my back. I reached back with one arm, my right hand tracing its way down the hourglass curve of her waistline and down around her bubble butt. I tugged her against me and turned to look over my shoulder at my awesome Armenian angel. And she flashed me a beaming smile before leaning over to give me a quick kiss.

Summer and Dawn were twisted together right beside us, legs entangled so that both girls could practically dry hump each other’s upper thigh. They were twinned together in matching white clubbing dresses with ridiculously short hems and multiple horizontal cutouts that exposed their cleavage, sides, and hips that proved that neither of them was wearing panties underneath. Dawn was in the dominant position of the two, holding Summer’s hips and guiding their movements. Dawn also took the lead by way of Summer’s white leather collar - complete with a D-ring at the front and a detachable leash - with stitched lettering that read: “Master’s Plaything”. As the lyrics sang, Every time we kiss I swear I can fly, their mouths came together in a passionate liplock. And I smiled at the way their waving hair came together and even blended for a moment: pink and purple swirling into a single mass.

The five of us stayed on the dance floor through three more numbers: LoveGame, Bodyrock, and Warrior’s Dance. We changed up partners, I grabbed some T&A, and made out with one girl after another. We were on the main dance floor with everyone else, not up in our usual VIP booth. If anyone recognized Adrienne, they didn’t act on it. Nobody asked her for autographs, and all four scantily-clad women were so clearly into me and into each other that they didn’t get bothered by any aggressive guys on the prowl.

After Warrior’s Dance, Adrienne and Sasha were keen to keep going, but Dawn seemed a little tired and I gave her a look that silently asked her if she needed a break. She smiled and nodded before leaning in close to me, having to almost yell directly into my ear in order to be heard over the thudding music. “I just need some water. I’ll be alright.”

I wrapped my arm around my pink-haired girlfriend’s waist and guided her off the dance floor. Summer skipped along just behind us, still merrily bopping to the beat while Dawn held the other end of Summer’s leash against her right shoulder, and we headed over to the side of the bar where the waiters and waitresses entered and exited rather than queue up in line like everybody else.

One of the bartenders then spotted me and immediately came over. I wouldn’t say we came here often, but Adrienne was a VIP and we definitely got preferential treatment. Due to the noise, she had to lean forward to get closer to me, and I briefly glanced down at the bartender’s exposed cleavage in a low-cut, skintight black shirt before focusing my attention on her face.

“Hello again, Mr. Dennis,” she greeted with a grin, speaking loudly but not quite having to yell. This part of the bar was tucked around a corner and not nearly as ear-deafening as the dance floor.

I chuckled at the moniker ‘Mr. Dennis’ and replied cordially, although in an equally loud voice, “Hello, Regan.”

It had taken the celebrity news rags all of three hours from Adrienne’s first public appearance in San Francisco to get photos of her wearing her engagement ring and then announce to the world that we were getting married again. Well, they hadn’t been able to confirm right away that she was marrying ME again, but Sasha went ahead and put out a press release to make the formal announcement as well as ask for privacy. Not that we expected news-hungry tabloids to actually leave us alone, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Further, while The Nest, The Aerie, and The Birdhouse had all been built with fencing around the properties, Adrienne had planned ahead and taken advantage of the few days between getting engaged and the public finding out about it to install remote-control retractable gates across the driveways and beef up the security systems. Stardust wouldn’t be ready for another year, so it would have to do for now.

“What’ll it be?” Regan the bartender asked without bothering to take out a pad or grab a pen.

“Two bottles of Evian and four Ketel One shots.”

“Got it,” Regan replied with a grin and then spun around to fill our order.

“Iris? Heyyy!!!” Summer exclaimed behind me.

Now -I- spun around, and my eyes immediately popped open in surprise at the sight of our psychologist: dressed to kill and looking gorgeous.

Her platinum-blonde hair was done up in a cute Heidi braid and she wasn’t wearing the chunky black-frame glasses. Instead, her brilliant green eyes were put on full display, large and luminous like a Disney Princess, and highlighted with heavy mauve eyeshadow and dark lash extensions. Long, golden earrings dangled from her earlobes and expensive-looking, shiny bangles adorned her wrists. She wore a shimmering, skin-tight, wet-plastic purple dress with a high collar around her neck and a diamond-shaped cutout that exposed her cleavage in the middle, including inches of underboob, and then molded skin-tight around the outer sides. Strappy stiletto heels finished off her look, and in a word, she was stunning.

“Summer! Ben! Dawn! So good to see you!” Iris greeted warmly and then stepped forward towards Summer. Rather than mess up each other’s makeup, the two women merely held each other’s elbows for a moment and popped air kisses beside each other’s cheek.

“Small world!” Summer exclaimed excitedly. “Never expected to see you here.”

“Me neither. Oh, and this is my friend, Sigrid.” Iris gestured to a tall, willowy blonde beside her with the flat-chested, long-limbed figure of a fashion model, similarly clad in a skintight clubbing dress - although hers was strapless and she wore a diamond choker around her neck.

In her heels, Sigrid appeared a little taller than me, and her smile of greeting was more of a smoky pout, suitable for the runway, than an actual smile.

“These are friends of mine: Summer, Dawn, and you probably recognize Adrienne’s fiancé, Ben.”

I arched my eyebrow at her use of the term “friends” instead of “clients”, but then realized it would probably violate doctor/patient confidentiality to reveal that any of us were in therapy in the first place. Meanwhile, Dawn and Summer both said ‘hello’ politely.

Sigrid replied in kind to both of them before turning to me. “Congratulations on your engagement,” the leggy model said cordially in a thick Scandinavian accent.

“Thank you. Can I buy you ladies a drink?” I glanced back and saw our bartender Regan returning with a tray that she set down on the bar top. I grabbed one bottle of water and handed it over to Dawn before holding up one finger for Regan to wait and then pointing it at the newcomers.

“Lemon Drop,” Iris stated to the bartender before gesturing back at Sigrid. “And she’ll have a watermelon Grey Goose.”

“And two more Ketel One shots,” I told Regan, and she grinned before turning around to fetch our additional drinks.

Dawn, who had downed half her bottle of Evian, suddenly grimaced. “Oh, that went right through me. I need to use the ladies room.”

“I’ll go with you,” Sigrid said with a smile. Dawn nodded, and the pair of them quickly headed off through the crowd. At least the restrooms weren’t far from the bar.

What IS it with girls and going to the bathroom in pairs? They’d never even met each other before tonight!

Sigrid’s hot. Maybe Dawn’s gonna start up a makeout session in there.

You have crazy good luck when it comes to this stuff, but that’s probably a little too over the top.

I’m drunk. Seems reasonable.

“What brings you two here tonight?” Summer asked brightly.

“Same as you, I suppose,” Iris replied. “Looking to unwind after a long week. And I did say I needed a little more protein in my diet.”

“I got all the protein you need right here,” Summer replied immediately with a grin, reaching back to wrap her arm around my waist.

Iris glanced around to make sure nobody else was around us. “I’ve made clear I can’t mess around with my clients,” she stated seriously, though a touch regretfully.

“Still, you should come join us!” Summer exclaimed. “We’re not exactly regulars yet, but A.D.’s a VIP. We’ve got this cool private booth up on the mezzanine, although A.D. and Sasha are still dancing right now. C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

Iris’s eyebrows went up. “You’re still my clients.”

Summer rolled her eyes. “We’re just dancing, huh? And if you two see some other ... uh... protein you’d like to sample, you’ll be welcome to go right ahead.”

Iris smirked and averted her eyes for a moment. But when she looked back up at me, I noticed the way she bit her lip and let her eyes roam up and down my body with obvious interest in her expression.

“Sure,” our therapist finally replied with a warm smile for Summer. “Just for a little bit.”

// It’s complicated, It always is / That’s just the way it goes / Feels like I’ve waited so long for this / I wonder if it shows

// Head under water, Now I can’t breathe / It never felt so good / ‘Cause I can feel it coming over me / I wouldn’t stop it if I could

Pulsing yellow reflections of light flashed on my licensed, professional psychologist’s glistening face as she grinned at me gleefully and bounced to the driving techno beat. Iris’s arms were raised up into the air and she swayed from side-to-side in perfect sync with the rhythm. Balanced perfectly on skyscraper heels, her feet only moved a little bit with each motion as she did most of her dancing work with her hips. Her firm, mouthwatering breasts thrust forward, spilling through the diamond cutout in her dress and jiggling a half-beat slower than the rest of her body. And as the song continued, she pivoted slightly to bring her bodacious booty in line with my crotch and slowly backed it up into me.

// Looking out for you to hold my hand / It feels like I could fall / Now love me right, like I know you can / We could lose it all

From behind, Summer held my hips and briefly rubbed her tits into my back. I reached back with one arm, my right hand tracing its way down the hourglass curve of her waistline and down around her bubble butt. I tugged her against me and turned to look over my shoulder at my gorgeous girlfriend. And she flashed me a beaming smile before leaning over to give me a quick kiss.

Sasha and Adrienne were sandwiching Sigrid between them, legs entangled so that both girls could practically dry hump Sigrid’s upper thighs. Adrienne was quite clearly in the dominant position, although Sasha wasn’t merely waiting for instructions. I’d seen the pair of them tag-team more than a few hot babes in a similar fashion at one nightclub or another, and when Adrienne noticed my gaze, she gave me a pixie wink while fondling Sigrid’s perky boobs.

We’d been group dancing for an hour now, starting out as two separate groups that slowly merged together into one. Adrienne had gone to work on Sigrid right away while Iris blushed and tried to keep herself a bit more aloof. Perhaps fifteen minutes ago, Iris caught herself getting a little too touchy-feely responding to Summer’s unrepentant advances and pulled back, reminding all of us that we were her clients. But after only a brief hesitation (and another round of shots), within another two minutes she went right back to bumping and grinding with us.

Let’s face it: Iris was sexy. I told myself it would never go anywhere - that she was my licensed, professional psychologist and we would never, EVER hook up. Whenever she turned those brilliant green eyes on me, I saw the same resolve in her eyes to never cross the line.

Blur the line a bit? Maybe. We were both attractive, consenting adults capable of making up our own damn minds. And to be honest, the illicit nature of violating social prohibitions against mixing business with pleasure provided an extra bit of spice to the attraction, not so dissimilar from my relationships with Viktoriya or Mila, or even June and Penny.

So Iris and I got close to each other. I’d smile, and she’d smile back. She’d lean forward to let me check out her cleavage, and I’d happily check out her cleavage. She’d brush her hand across my bulge, innocently enough to be accidental once or twice. I’d brush my hand across her ass, perhaps a few times too many to be entirely accidental. She’d turn around and back her ass up into my crotch, lightly grinding herself against my erection just to get the thrill of knowing she’d caused it. I’d take hold of her hips and hot-dog her buns a bit, just to remind her how much she turned me on.

Not that either of us would actually cross the line. At the end of the night, I’d go home with my Nestmates, Sasha included among them even if not officially part of The Quad. And Iris and Sigrid would go on their way as well, perhaps taking the time to hunt down some “other protein” or perhaps not; it was up to them.

At least that was the plan. That last round of shots had put me into a heightened state of blissful buzz when I kinda stopped caring about consequences. All I really knew was that I had a luscious, busty blonde before me. And as she stared back at me over her shoulder with an expression of obvious sexual attraction, I didn’t hesitate to run both hands up her sides and then stroke her arms.

So when Adrienne gave me that pixie wink while fondling Sigrid’s perky boobs, on impulse I started to do the same to Iris. The platinum blonde backed up into my chest and looked over her shoulder at me, obvious heat in her green eyes from inches away. I let my fingertips trail down the inner edge of that diamond cutout, feeling traces of skin along the way. And I could tell that I was a moment away from mashing her mammaries in my meaty paws.

Iris could tell too. She stared at me with a world of flaming lust in her eyes, but just before I could grab her tits, she blinked and extinguished the flames. Taking a full step forward, Iris took a deep breath and gave me an apologetic look. The music was crescendoing loud enough to make ordinary conversation impossible, so she stepped back into my personal space and went up on her tip-toes to yell an apology into my ears, something about mixed signals. A moment later, she was walking off the dance floor.

Sigrid immediately pulled away from Adrienne and Sasha and went after her. Adrienne shot me a sympathetic look and followed as well, with Sasha close behind.

Summer leaned against my back and wrapped her arms around my midsection before leaning against my shoulder, practically yelling into my ear, “What happened?”

Dawn appeared out of nowhere alongside us, obvious concern on her face. The music was still quite deafening, but I clearly heard in the back of my head, Did you two get a little too close to crossing the line?

I nodded and silently replied, ‘Something like that.’

Dawn pursed her lips and sighed. Well, it’s probably for the best.

I grimaced but nodded my agreement.

Let’s get some water, Dawn suggested, miming drinking. We’d polished off the two bottles of Evian long ago.

I took hold of Summer’s hand and then led the three of us off the dance floor.

Regan was attending to other customers, but another bartender noticed me and came right over. We didn’t get any more shots, just two more water bottles, and collectively chugged one of them right then and there. Summer was still bubbly and cheery despite the setback, happy to bounce along to the beat. I truly hoped her positive attitude and buoyant personality never waned. She really was the brightest light in my life. But Dawn, on the other hand, looked really, really tired.

“You alright?” I asked, now able to speak aloud this far from the dance floor speakers, and I slipped both arms around my girlfriend’s waist and hugged her close so I could speak directly into her ear.

“Just had a long week,” Dawn muttered, hugging me back and likewise speaking into my ear. “Did you know that working nine-to-five actually sucks?”

I chuckled. “Wanna talk about it?”

Dawn waved me off. “I’ll be fine.”

‘Did you just say you were ‘fine’?’ I asked without actually asking, my eyes communicating most of my intent.

Dawn immediately smirked and shook her head. She’d met up with us in The City for dinner after driving directly from Cupertino, we’d gone to change clothes at The Love Nest, and then we’d come straight to the nightclub afterwards. There hadn’t been much time for small talk, at least not one-on-one (or even one-on-two).