Chapter 2

Friday night, I picked each of them up at their homes, set back completely by what I was finding as I travelled the city. Sierra was first. She was dressed in a little blue halter minidress with silver stiletto sandals. Diamonds set off her neck and her ears. She was absolutely stunning.

Elenore was in a short red shiny A line dress, rubies adorning her gorgeous chest and ears, and black patent leather, strappy, high heeled sandals were holding her up.

Wanda, oh, my God, Wanda, was in a green strapless lame wrap with emeralds in her earrings as well as in a necklace just in the hollow of her neck. It could have been a collar as high as the necklace was sitting. Green dyed-to-match five-inch platform pumps finished the outfit.

Shara, though, made the evening for me. She was in a black silk fitted cap sleeved shirtdress. It was short. Very short, and even as high as it climbed up her thighs when she entered the car and sat in the front seat next to me, there was no indication of the welt of her stockings. She had to be wearing sheer to waist pantyhose. She was wearing onyx jewelry, the center stone of her necklace surrounded by diamonds. She had matching earrings, as well. Stunningly gorgeous. Her shoes were four-inch black kidskin peep toe pumps with an instep strap. She came to dance.

Each of the ladies asked me to pop the trunk when I showed up, then they threw a little satchel or equivalent into it, and only then entered the car as I held the doors for them. None of the items was very big, seemingly about the size of a small grocery bag. We left for the gala after Shara was seated and I’d gotten back in.

“Ladies, I will admit to you now that I have never seen four women, so beautiful, so attractive, so enticing, in the same place at the same time. I feel blessed to be honored with your companionship this evening. Please don’t take that with anything but a serious note of thanks, and awe. I meant, and mean, every word. Shara, dear, you are stunning. Wanda, you’re gorgeous. Elenore, so very attractive. Sierra, simply wondrous. Please, girls. I mean it.”

I got a thank you from each of them and pretty much let them run the discussion until we reached the ballroom of the Marriott where the event was being held.

I was a native of our town, so I knew quite a few of the people there. Shara was from Northern California, got tired of it, and hoping to make her way in the mid-west, came out here to answer a couple of Indeed ads, one of which was mine. Wanda was from the Kansas City area, Elenore was from a small town in the bootheel down south, and Sierra was from Oklahoma and wound up here after finishing her degree at Stevens College in Columbia. She decided a suburb of St. Louis was much better scenery than her native lands.

I introduced them around, not giving job titles, except for Shara and introducing her as an associate lawyer in the firm. Sierra whispered, ‘among other things,’ once, getting a bit of an ass tapping from Elenore. Wanda giggled as we were talking to a couple of influential donors, causing a bit of a stir, but we recovered from it nicely.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am, sir, but my friend made a funny earlier, and I just now got it. I apologize for my rudeness.” The couple acknowledged with smiles, and we meandered on.

Shara asked what happened and cut loose one of her giggles when she heard about it. “Girls! Settle down. It hasn’t happened yet. You need to understand that both of us are a bit gun shy when it comes to relationships. You’ll be the first, well, the third through fifth anyway, to know, if and when it happens, but give us a bit of slack here. Mr. Bigg, sir, let’s mingle. My minions are getting a bit ... They need to move around a little and stay engaged, lest their imaginations wander. Impetuous little tarts!” All three of the girls smiled and nodded.

We mingled, turned our checks over to the donor desk, then found our table for the meal they were serving before the ceremony. They were having a band afterwards, and all four of the ladies I was with showed an interest in staying for that activity. They also had a bar, a charity bar, where we paid ten bucks a drink for whatever we wanted. From Pepsi to domestic beer, to some sixteen-year-old scotch, it cost ten bucks. I had an early cocktail and planned to stay somewhat sober since I was driving home. I spent quite a few tens on the girls, however.

After dinner, the band started up. The music they were putting out was very good. They played some classic dance music providing that perfect ambiance for slow romantic as well as some quicker but close dancing, nonetheless. After just a few numbers with each of my companions, I realized that I’d be the only sober one in the vehicle on the way home. These girls were an amorous bunch, and at midnight when the crowd started thinning, I packed them all up to take them to their abodes.

“Your house, if It’s OK, Buster. We all have clothes for tomorrow. We were hoping we could all spend the night together again. It’s been fun in the past.” Shara seemed very sincere in her request.

“I think that’s a good idea, actually. How about you, Sierra?” I asked, wanting each of their opinions.

“I’d like to, Buster. I like being around you.”

“Elenore?”

“Me, too. I’d like to ask a favor later tonight, if we’re awake, but not now. Yes, I really want to spend the night with you.”

“Wanda?”

“That’s fine, I guess. You’re tolerable.” She giggled. “Kidding! Shara and I both think you’re tolerable!” All four of them started laughing.

“Don’t even ask me,” Shara said. “It was my idea. Well, it was actually Sierra’s, but she didn’t have enough balls to ask, Wanda couldn’t have, obviously afraid of the master of the realm, and same with honeybutt. She could have asked a few years ago, but ... Now she has no balls at all!” More laughter.

“Enough! Honeybutt, I mean Elenore, don’t forget to ask. I’d like to tub a bit if you all do, and I might even go for a swim after.” I was curious as to what she wanted, but I actually had an inkling of what it might be.

“I won’t, Buster. It’s a pretty big deal. Literally a pretty big deal, especially to me, and tonight I have ... I have enough courage to ask. Balls are something I don’t talk about much anymore, though.” More laughter.

We pulled into the garage, Shara popped the trunk, and as the girls grabbed their bags, they scurried inside, short dresses, long legs, high heels, and all, into the house and into the bedroom. There were little bags, high heels, and dresses folded up on them, lined up against the wall under the bedroom window, and more jewelry on my dresser than you could shake a stick at.

Shara told me she was heading out to the hot tub and took Wanda and Sierra with her when Elenore held back a bit. She looked at me meekly, walked up to me, placed her hands on my bare sides and kissed my chest.

“Buster, would you let me...? Could I...?” She cleared her throat. “Would you mind if I played with your penis tonight? I want to try something.”

Both of us were aroused by the idea of what she was asking for, my member becoming extremely erect as her hand reached out for it. I looked down at hers, and just like Sierra had said, it was about the size of the last two knuckles of my pinkie, which was about the size of Sierra’s index finger.

“May I?” I asked her. She nodded.

I reached down and held hers in between my fingers and thumb, giving it a little tunnel to rest in. I squeezed gently. It truly was hard as I’d seen it yet. It was so small, though, it was actually cute, I felt underneath, and the skin where her balls used to be was puffy and soft as any mons I’d ever felt, not a hair to be found, and just as smooth as a hairless pubescent mound as well. Delectable came to mind.

She reached out with her other hand, took hold with both of them and guided me to the foot of the bed. She slowly and gently jacked my erection pulling the head of my manhood into her mouth and sucking on the end. I couldn’t hold back and when her teeth brushed on the frenulum it sent me over the edge causing me to spurt several times into her mouth. She groaned and I felt her shake. She had done the same, coming into my fingers, just dribbles of clear fluid. She took me out of her mouth, pulled the one hand up and sucked her spend off my fingers, then I put my hands on her back and pulled her against my thighs. I just held her.

“Thank you. I’ve been wanting to do that. I can’t believe it got that big. I had no idea.”

“You caught me off guard, hon. I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t know that I would have disagreed with you doing it, but I didn’t have a chance to stop you. I’m glad I didn’t, as long as the others don’t get mad because we’re in here fooling around.”

“They won’t. They aren’t upset, and we’re not fooling around, Buster. I just made love to a man for the first time. I loved on your big cock.” She giggled. “I made love to the penile protrusion of my lover’s lover’s lover. I hope you don’t mind. Shara and Wanda don’t.”

“What about Sierra?”

“When she does it, it will be with her lover’s lover’s lover’s lover. Bottom of the stack, if you can believe it. She’s my little slut like I’m Wanda’s and Wanda is Shara’s. It’s complicated.”

“No, I understand. Shara alluded to it a few weeks ago. So, I’m Sierra’s little slut?”

“Oh, God, no. That’s funny. Shara is yours and it goes down from there. Sierra likes you, though. Kind of funny since you’re probably the only man she’s ever spoken to without prefacing the conversation with ‘you bastard’.” She giggled. “Take me outside?” I nodded. “Thank you for letting me do that. I’ve wondered about it. It’s less appetizing than I thought it would be, but a lot more fun.” She giggled again, took my hand and pulled me out to the back porch.

Three women, a glass of wine for Elenore, and a couple fingers of Canadian Club, for me, were waiting for us. Elenore smiled and nodded.

Sierra looked at her and smiled. “I want to try it, too, sometime. Maybe ... Never mind. A conversation for later.”

I laughed. “I feel like a lab frog. Ladies, thank you for the compliment. You four just being here with me makes me feel like I was blessed somehow.”

Shara pulled me down next to her, took my drink, and setting it behind us, pulled me to her for a hug, and kissed me. “Speaking of lab frogs, will you be mine?”

“Sure. Why not. It’s too late to say no to lab frogtivity. A cute little brunette with really, really nice lips and very, very soft hands already turned me into one.” I got laughs for my comment then the subject got changed. Thankfully.

I took Shara and Sierra down swimming with me, the pool being about ten yards from the porch and the hot tub. We were just moving around in the much cooler water when Sierra asked me if I’d make love to her if she asked nicely. Shara laughed.

“Buster, I’m sorry, I thought I had the little slut under control, but it seems I overunderestimated myself.” She and Sierra both giggled. Was Shara making fun of Bush 43, or of me? I couldn’t tell. I also didn’t care. Being still in fairly good physical condition at the ripe old age I was, early thirties should anyone ask, I went under water, swam to the longest set of legs, got between them and rose, lifting Shara out of the water. She was laughing and gasping, trying to hold Sierra for balance, but realizing that Sierra wasn’t tall enough, or big enough to do her a lick of good. She grabbed my forehead and held on for dear life, causing more problems than she solved.

Her underparts, digging into my neck and into the upper part of my back, providing a bit of slick lubrication, made me just a bit more than a bit excited, so I told her, “Shara, I need to do this,” grabbed her feet, and pitched her back off of me.

She recovered nicely and swam back to me. Her hands were out, aiming for my cheeks, and as she approached, I knew what she wanted. I wanted it, too. She kissed me. It lasted a minute. Not seconds. A minute, at least. Our hands roamed bare flesh, she wrapped her legs around me, my erection forming under her, and her sitting on it. It wasn’t in her as much as she was sitting on it. Like she was sitting on the limb of a tree, she sat there, then she hunched. Once, then twice. Then again. Then I lost it. I came into the pool water, hugging Shara’s body to mine.

I knew she felt it. I knew she understood what just happened. She bit my earlobe. “Thank you. Quite a compliment. I came too, if you’re wondering. I felt it all the way to my toes. You are a dear.” She kissed me again.

Nothing else happened that early, early morning, and it was quite late, or rather early, when we piled into bed, much less uniformly than before. I had a mixture of hands over my chest, all four of them joining, snuggling up to each other and to me, when we fell asleep. There was no doubt in my mind that if this worked between Shara and me, it needed to work with the other three, as well. Every one of us was comfortable with what they were experiencing.

Breakfast made that very clear. “I like him, Shara. Can I stay around? I just want to be here, too.” It was Sierra, I think, that said what I heard. “He’s ... I think he’s ... Different, if that makes sense. I like him. I do.”

“I do, too, Sierra.” That was Wanda.

“Me too, so as long as y’all are here, I am, too. Willingly. Buster is definitely different, and lovable, if that’s really a thing.” It was definitely Elenore saying that.

“Elenore, Sierra, have either of you ever thought of a career in the legal profession? Paralegal, possibly? I’m looking for a secretary, too, if you think it’s something you could handle. Sierra, what was your degree in?”

“Fashion design management and marketing. Elenore was actually an admin assistant, though, when you got her out of that problem at NorCentra. I can’t believe you hadn’t already thought about that. Her settlement isn’t going to last forever, as well as you did for her, and with her demeanor and anal-retentive organizational habits,” I heard Sierra squeal, “she’d make a really good secretary, if that’s what she wants to do. Elenore, if you want to hurt me, throwing a kitchen towel at me is not going to do it!”

I heard a couple of giggles. Sierra continued. “I could take some courses in legal work if you’d like. I haven’t been seriously looking for work. I’m kind of ... I don’t really need to, if you get my drift. I’m pretty well taken care of. My parents sort of ... Suffice to say I don’t need to work if I don’t want to. With you all, I might want to. I’ll talk to Rachel and see if it’s something I might enjoy. In the meantime, though, you ought to put the lovely little honeybutt to work so she can afford to keep her thrall, yours truly, in the lifestyle to which I’m accustomed.” Another round of laughter erupted in the kitchen. I just had to join in the fun, so I threw on a little robe I had and meandered out for some more hot coffee.