Chapter 77: Sunday, Oct. 28

I woke up with a beautiful redhead plastered against me for the second morning in a row. I could really get used to this. And I was really going to miss it when she headed off to Europe in a couple of months.

I placed a kiss atop coppery locks, causing Arlene to stir and rub that body against me. Did I say I could get used to this?

“Mornin,’ Sugar,” she sighed, reaching up to peck me on the chin. “We’d better get moving. I need to make sure your cheerleaders get home without you molesting them and keep our appointment.”

“What time do we need to be there?” I asked, not really worrying about molesting cheerleaders when I had a naked woman right here beside me.

“We’re supposed to meet the supplier at 10,” she yawned, stretching deliciously against me. “What time is it?”

A look at the clock on her bedside table showed it was a little after 7:30.

“We’ve got time,” I grinned, sliding a hand down her tummy.

“Stop that!” the goddess commanded, coming fully awake. “Didn’t you get enough last night?”

“Did you?” I smirked.

“That’s not the point!” she grumped, pushing me to get out of the bed. “It’s not my fault you make proper ladies want to behave improperly. At least you can’t get me pregnant.”

“But I’m willing to try,” I shot back, waggling my eyebrows.

“Move!”

I extended a hand to help Arlene out of bed and led her to the bathroom. She had to stop at the potty while I got the shower going, relieving myself into the drain. Don’t tell her I pissed in her shower. Females seem to take a dim view of such behavior by males for some reason.

The redhead joined me, getting good and wet before handing me her soap and scrubber. I busied myself making sure there were plenty of suds before succumbing to temptation.

“Behave!” she commanded as I twiddled her nipples.

“I am,” I growled into her ear, sliding a soapy hand down her belly until I felt hair. “I’m just behaving badly.”

“You really are a bastard, you know,” she snapped as I pressed into her from behind.

“But I’m your bastard and you love my young cock,” I sneered as I forced her to lean forward.

“I really ought to put some of those support bars in here,” she moaned, placing her hands on the wall and widening her stance as I got things lined up. “Gladys has them all over her bathrooms.”

“Can’t wait to try ‘em out,” I groaned as I slid inside.

Is it still sloppy seconds if you’re fucking a woman before she’s had a chance to wash out your previous load?

I quit thinking about such nonsense and concentrated on the task at hand. The way Arlene squeezed me and made her muscles ripple was almost too much to take. Good thing I’d spent the last few months building up resistance.

She still made me finish sooner than I would have liked, but not before I made her shudder through a good one. I’m pretty sure not all the fluid dripping down my legs was water. Just like some of the fluid trailing down her thighs wasn’t.

Have I mentioned how much I like watching my come leak out of a freshly fucked woman in the shower?

“No more taking advantage of a weak, feeble woman,” Arlene sighed as she sagged back against me.

“Says the woman who keeps luring horny teenage boys into her shower,” I said, placing a kiss on the side of her neck.

“Just one horny teenage boy,” she said, reaching for her shampoo. “That’s enough.”

I took the hint and lathered up her hair, giving a scalp massage as I got her tresses clean. Maybe Kacie was right. Maybe I should open a salon. I already had a good client base built up.

We finished up and dried off. Upon returning to the bedroom, I saw Marie had brought me fresh clothes to get through the day and removed what I’d worn last night. I donned boxers, slacks, a polo and loafers as Arlene did her thing at the vanity.

“You go on,” the redhead said. “Marie should have breakfast ready by now. We’ll eat in the main kitchen this morning just in case the girls join us.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, leaning in for a smooch before she got too far with her makeup.

Marie was at the stove cooking her little heart out when I walked in. There was at least enough for five this morning. I might not need lunch if she filled me up like she did yesterday.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she chirped, tilting her head to permit me a kiss on her cheek as she continued preparing our meal. “Sleep well?”

“Very,” I smiled. “And you?”

“Except for all the noise coming from Mrs. Jenson’s room,” she smirked. “Sounded like a wild animal got trapped in there and couldn’t find its way out. I think it’s still there. Sounded like it was hiding in the shower when I brought your clothes.”

Cheeky wench. That’s a good way to wind up over my knee.

Which I think is what she was angling for. It had been a couple of weeks since I last warmed her backside.

I took a seat at the four-top table, thinking I’d better finish before Sherry and Staci showed up. I think I was in the right spot, based on the pint of pineapple juice waiting there. You’d think somebody was planning on giving me a blowjob. Maybe this evening. I was in good shape for now after pumping two loads into Arlene in the last eight hours.

Marie set a plate in front of me as Arlene came in and headed straight for the coffee pot.

“Are the girls up?” she asked after taking that first precious sip.

“They were getting started when I went to get Gary’s clothes,” Marie said. “I’ll go check.”

The little waif was out the door and down the walk as Arlene took a seat beside me.

“We probably won’t take time for lunch, so eat up,” the redhead said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I mumbled around a mouthful.

Arlene nursed her coffee and nibbled on a pastry as I shoveled eggs and bacon into my mouth. I was about halfway finished when Marie returned with two cheerleaders in tow. The girls were wearing the same clothes I’d last seen them in, though Sherry had added one of my caps to her ensemble.

Looks like I’ve lost another article of clothing.

“Good morning, ladies,” I said, rising to give one of them my seat as they entered the kitchen.

My effort went for naught as Marie pushed me back into my chair with a sweet kiss, then pulled Sherry over and pushed her into my lap. It seems our guest was being given the place of honor.

“Good morning,” Sherry giggled, giving me a smooch.

“No fair, I saw him first!” Staci said in mock protest before stepping over to claim her own smooch.

“Feeling better?” I asked Sherry, receiving a nod.

“I think it was just time for me to go to bed,” she said, drawing snickers from the other three females. “It wasn’t as bad as last weekend or any of the times before that.”

Marie set containers of yogurt and fruit on the table for the new arrivals while Staci poured herself a cup of coffee. I couldn’t see how she could drink the stuff. Sherry made do with a sip of my pineapple juice.

“Does this work the same for girls as it does for boys?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” I grinned. “How does it work for boys?”

That earned me four eye rolls and two swats on arms. I decided I’d be better off just finishing my breakfast, trying to avoid Sherry’s unfettered boobs as I reached for another bite.

“We need to start making plans for next Saturday,” Staci piped up. “It’ll be my turn.”

“I’m sure whatever you want to do will be fine,” I said.

“I thought we should let Sherry come with,” the varsity cheerleader said, “kinda like Homecoming.”

“Guess I’d better be nice to Kacie so I can use the Rover,” I said.

“If that doesn’t work, I’d be willing to work a trade,” Arlene grinned. “You can use the Jag if I can drive your convertible.”

“I’ll need to get you on the insurance,” I said, “but it shouldn’t be a problem.”

I finished my breakfast with a pretty girl in my lap for the second morning in a row. Good thing I’d had my fun with Arlene less than an hour ago. Sherry did not have to worry about something poking her in the butt. It may have just been my imagination, but she seemed a little disappointed there wasn’t.

“We’d better get moving,” Arlene said. “It’s after 8:30.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, disappointing Sherry further by easing her off my lap. “Is my phone still in the apartment?”

“I put it on the dresser along with your wallet and keys,” Marie said. “You forgot to empty the shirt pockets last night.”

Well, I had been a little preoccupied at the time.

“I’d better go get it, then,” I said, excusing myself.

Before I could take two steps, Marie blocked my way to the door. Staci was right behind her and Sherry hurried to get in line.

“Have a good day, Daddy,” Marie said after claiming a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too, baby,” I grinned.

Then I had to repeat the process with Staci.

“I didn’t get a goodnight kiss last night,” she pouted.

“But you got a good-morning kiss just a few minutes ago,” I said.

“Totally different,” she said before swabbing my tonsils. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” I smiled.

Which brought me to Sherry.

“Lemme guess,” I smirked, “you missed your goodnight kiss, too.”

“Yep,” she chirped before locking on for a good one, pushing her boobs into my body. “Give me a ride to school tomorrow?”

“Gladly,” I said. “Is 7:30 good for you?”

“Perfect,” she grinned, “unless you want to join us for breakfast. I can sit in your lap again.”

Like that’d go over well with her parents.

“Let’s hold off on that for now,” I said. “Your parents might get the wrong idea.”

“Mom’s surprised it hasn’t happened yet,” Sherry smirked. “Daddy says he doesn’t want to know, but keep it out of his house. I think he’s afraid of walking in on us.”

I’d better get my ass out of here before she tried to make it happen on the kitchen table in front of an audience. I managed one more step toward the door before Arlene decided she needed a kiss of her own.

“Why don’t you pull your car around?” she suggested after pulling her tongue out of my mouth. “I’ll meet you at the garage and we’ll take the Jag. Marie can see that the girls get going.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I gasped, a little lightheaded at the sustained oxygen deprivation.

I only staggered a little as I made my way out the door and down the walk.

The apartment didn’t look too much the worse for wear after hosting a teenage cheerleader sleepover. My stuff was on the dresser just like Marie had promised. I’d need to charge the phone at some point, but the Jag had a charging plate on the dash. And it wasn’t like I’d be spending much time on it as Arlene made me play dressup.

I made sure the new key fob stayed on the dresser — I still needed to put my keys on it — and went to move the Beemer out of the alley. I was only mildly surprised Kacie hadn’t taken it home last night.

As I pulled into my parking spot between the kitchen and garage, two redheads and two brunettes emerged. If Jan and Bethany had stayed over, I would’ve had two complete sets. I made sure the top was secure before getting out. This time, Sherry was first in line.

“I thought I just gave you a goodbye kiss,” I said before she latched on again.

“That was for last night,” she husked. “This is for today. Totally different.”

Staci was nodding her head in agreement as she stepped forward to claim her kiss.

“Totally different,” she purred.

“Wouldn’t want to fall behind,” Marie giggled as she claimed another one for herself.

“No, we wouldn’t,” Arlene smirked, exchanging the keys to the Jag for her kiss.

Good Lord. These girls better not be keeping track of how many orgasms they had with me. They never would be able to catch up to the likes of Kacie, Morgan and Arlene. And I wouldn’t live through the attempt.

After another chorus of goodbyes and “love yous,” I was finally allowed to back the Jaguar out of the garage. Arlene allowed me time to adjust the seat and mirrors after climbing into the passenger seat and ordering me to get moving. It was almost 9.

Talk to those girls. It wasn’t my fault we were running behind.

We wound our way through town to the freeway and were soon motoring toward our appointment. God, I loved the way this thing handled. I wondered how that 300 SL compared.

On the drive, Arlene and I filled each other in on my real estate options.

“Claire just loves Gladys’ house,” the redhead said. “I think she was ready to sign papers after she got a look inside. She’s already scheduled an inspection for next week.”

“And what does Mrs. Osborne think?” I asked.

“You might need to go a little higher than I originally thought,” Arlene said, “but she sounds willing to leave whatever furnishings her kids don’t want behind. The place she’s looking to move into will only hold so much — queen bed at most and a dresser in the bedroom; sofa, coffee table, chairs and lamps, maybe a TV in the living room. The retirement center offers full meal service, so she won’t need more than a microwave or a toaster oven for what they call a kitchen.”

“Sounds better than moving into a dorm at college,” I snorted.

“It is,” Arlene said. “They also provide weekly housekeeping. I’d say you could get an almost totally furnished house for about a million.”

That’d still be less than Dad envisioned. Hell, having a washer and dryer already hooked up would make it worth a little more just to avoid that hassle.

“I’ve never been in there,” I said. “What’s it got?”

“Five bed, four bath,” Arlene said. “Master suite, kitchen, living/dining room, den/home office with second bathroom attached and utility room downstairs; four bed, two bath upstairs, lots of closet space upstairs. There’s a full freezer, washer and dryer in the utility room. The garage is supposed to hold two full-size sedans, but will need to be cleaned out. There’s also an attic above the garage that could probably be converted into a little apartment and one of those portable sheds for lawn tools in the back yard.”

Damn. Depending on the square footage, I’d expect something like that to go for two or three mil in that neighborhood.

“I’m not hearing anything to object to,” I said. “I’ll talk to my folks. I can afford it and it’d give me another place to hide from the world.”

“What other hiding places do you have?” she grinned knowingly.

“I made an offer on the place Mr. Patterson took me to look at yesterday,” I said, “$3 million for 960 acres in two parcels. The main part has an old house and a barn. I think my grandfather would have made an offer if I hadn’t. The house probably needs to be replaced, but that’s something else I’ll need talk to the folks about. The good thing is I’ve got time and money to do it right.”