Chapter 13: Limits

August 17, 2002, Chicago, Illinois

🎤 Jesse

"We can stay here or go up to my room," I said to Robin.

"Your moms are here," she said quietly.

"That's not a problem. We can stay here or go up to my room."

"They don't care?" Robin asked, surprised.

"They care, but they also allow me to make my own decisions, so long as everyone is tested and we use birth control."

"They let you use your room?"

"Yes. Do you want to go up? Or we can spread blankets here on the floor or on the couch, along with throw pillows."

"Let's go to your room," Robin requested.

She got up, I took her hand, and led her upstairs to the ground floor, then turned the corner and led her up the flight of steps to the top floor and into my bedroom. I shut and locked the door, then put the Chicago 17 CD into the CD player and pressed 'PLAY'.

"I need to see your test paper," I said.

"Angelina told me that was necessary," she said, pulling a folded paper from her pocket.

Her test was clean, as I'd expected, so I handed back the paper, which she folded and slipped into the pocket of her tight white shorts. I held out my arms, and she stepped into them. We wrapped our arms around each other and exchanged a deep French kiss. I broke the kiss and led Robin to the bed, pulled down the duvet, and we lay down next to each other.

We began kissing, and I cupped her tight, firm butt cheek in my right hand and squeezed gently. After a minute, I slid my hand down over her bare leg a few times, then slipped it between her thighs and gently rubbed the seam of her shorts, just below the zipper. Robin moaned softly, and I felt her hand move to my hip, then tentatively slipping down to find my semi-erect dick.

She ran her finger along it a few times, which was enough to make me hard. I moved my hand from between her legs to the waist of her shorts and deftly unsnapped them, then drew down the zipper. I ran my fingertips over her soft cotton shorts, finding a damp spot just below the slight bulge of her mons.

I had on gym shorts with an elastic waist, and I felt Robin's fingers on my skin as she moved her hand not just into my shorts but under my briefs as well. She found my dick and ran her fingers along it. In response, I did the only thing I could — I slipped my hand inside Robin's cotton panties and cupped her mons, my palm resting on her wispy pubic hair with my middle finger between her legs on her damp labia.

I applied gentle pressure to her mons with my palm and gently rubbed her along her labia. Robin curled her finger around my shaft and began gently stroking. A minute later, Robin shuddered and moaned into my mouth, and I felt a small gush of fluids. She was totally ready, even without me licking her, so I broke the kiss, sat up, and encouraged her to sit up so I could remove her T-shirt and soft cotton bra, and she could remove my T-shirt.

I had her lie back down, and I moved so I could pull down her shorts and panties, which I tossed aside. I looked over her gorgeous, athletic body, then quickly stripped off my shorts and briefs. I moved on top of Robin, and she spread her legs so I could nestle between them.

I grasped my shaft, rubbed the head of my dick along her labia, then held it in position. I lowered my head so we could French kiss, and as our tongues touched, I pushed my hips forward, the head of my dick spreading Robin's labia as I slowly slid into her slick tunnel. She broke the kiss and gasped at the penetration, but we started kissing again right away. She was tight but plenty wet, so it took only three gentle thrusts to bury myself in her pussy.

Robin wrapped her arms around me, and when I started thrusting, she squirmed under me. After a dozen thrusts, she wrapped her legs around mine and began moving her hips up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. She broke our kiss, gasping for breath, and moaned softly as I ground against her. A minute later, she groaned, her pussy muscles spasmed, and she pushed her hips up hard to increase the pressure on her clit.

Robin had two more orgasms before I had my release, pushing as deeply into her as I could as my cum spurted into her spasming pussy. When our mutual orgasms passed, I carefully pulled out and, wanting a second round, moved down to suckle her small breasts. I sucked each nipple, flicking it with my tongue several times, then began kissing my way down her chest and stomach.

"Jesse?"

"What?" I asked, looking up.

"Don't."

"I want to," I replied. "I like doing it and like how it tastes."

"But it's gross!" she protested.

I wondered if she meant because we'd just screwed or in general, but I decided it was better to just stop until we could talk about it. I moved up next to her and gently pulled her to cuddle me. We lay together quietly for a few minutes before I asked my question.

"Why do you think it's gross?" I asked.

"It just is," she replied.

"I don't think so," I said gently. "Girls I've been with think it feels really good, and they like when I do it."

"But ... uhm, you'd want me to do that to you, and I don't want to."

And there was the crux of the matter. I knew there were girls who didn't like performing oral sex, but for the most part, I hadn't encountered any. Mostly, I suspected that was because girls who approached me were ones for whom it was OK, but I'd overheard guys on the hockey team complaining about girls who refused or who, if they did, wouldn't let the guy finish in their mouth.

"You don't have to," I said. "And I'd still want to lick you."

"No," Robin said firmly. "I just want to have sex."

"That is part of having sex," I replied, keeping my voice friendly.

"You know what I mean," she protested.

I did, and her definition of sex was limited to intercourse, while mine was much broader, and that told me my best course of action was to screw her a second time if she wanted, then end things.

"Did you want to do it again?" I asked.

"Yes. Just what we did."

"OK," I agreed.

🎤 Birgit

When I arrived home, I went straight up to my room, avoiding my mom so I didn't have to explain. I closed and locked my door and then took the box from the bag. I opened it, looked at the directions, and laughed because they didn't say anything about what it was so obviously designed to do!

I went to the drawer of my dresser, got two C-cell batteries, put them in the 'personal massager', and flipped the switch, causing it to buzz and vibrate. I tested it on my palm and then on the outside of my shorts, just over my clit. It felt good, so I got into bed, then slipped it into my shorts and panties and put the tip on the hood, which covered my button.

I groaned because it felt so good, and it didn't take long before I had an orgasm. It was WAY more effective than my fingers, and I wondered what it would feel like inside me. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom to get a tube of K-Y jelly, then undressed and got back into bed.

I spread some lube on the 'personal massager', then very carefully and slowly pressed it between my labia and into my pussy. I groaned louder as the vibrations gave me pleasure that rivaled Mikael's mouth. I began sliding the hard plastic device in and out, fucking myself with it, imagining it was Mikael screwing me. I came hard less than a minute later and decided my 'personal massager' was my new best friend!

I gave myself four more orgasms before I reluctantly stopped. I cleaned the device with some wipes, then got into the shower to wash off the smell of sex, even though it had just been me with my new best friend! Once I was clean, I dried off, dressed, then put the toy in one of my locking desk drawers.

I flattened the box and took it, along with the bag, with me when I went downstairs, once again being careful not to let Mom see me. I went to Dad's study, which was empty, and used his heavy-duty crosscut shredder to shred the light cardboard box and the receipt, then took the bag to the kitchen and put it in the trash. That taken care of, I went to the sunroom and found Matthew and Chelsea there.

"Hi!" I exclaimed. "You guys are early."

"We didn't have anything special to do," Matthew said, "so we came to hang out here. Dad, Aunt Kara, and Suzanne went for a walk with your sisters, and Aunt Jennifer said that Jesse is 'entertaining'."

I laughed, "Probably one of the new cheerleaders!"

"He has a lot of girlfriends!" Chelsea observed.

"He's the star of the hockey team," I declared. "He can get as much pussy as he wants! He's drowning in it!"

Matthew laughed, and Chelsea rolled her eyes.

"Jesse is living out my friend Nick's fantasy!"

"He's the one who thinks every girl should sleep with him, but none of them will because he thinks that, right?" I asked.

"Yep!" Matthew declared. "It's pathetic and funny at the same time."

"Did you want to hang out with us?" Chelsea asked.

"Sure!" I agreed.

🎤 Steve

When we returned from our walk, my sister and her kids had arrived, and she asked to speak to me privately. Joel went to get himself a beer from the fridge, and Stephanie and I went to my study.

"What's up, Squirt?"

"An idea I want to run past you. I know you're out of the management loop, but you're still my best advisor."

"Go on," I prompted.

"I want to create two positions, though I'm not sure what to call them just yet, but they would, in effect, be consultants. One would be an attorney and one a doctor, and they'd advise the Board of Directors, Julia, and Cindi, on future NIKA offerings in the legal and medical fields."

"We can't do that through the user group?" I asked.

"First, we want to keep that independent. I think that was the most important thing Ben Jackson did. Second, I want to give them titles, positions, and stipends and find two individuals who are well-known and respected."

"For the propaganda value," I replied.

"PR, you idiot!" Stephanie said mirthfully.

"Same difference," I chuckled. "At least to this 'dumb boy'! Did you have anyone in mind?"

"Doctor Malik Washington would be perfect, if he'd do it. On the law side, I'd like Megan Burch, but she'd have to recuse herself from User Group activities."

"Did I tell you that story?"

"First grade when we lived in Bermuda Dunes, right?"

"Yes. It would have been the year you were born. Let's just say she's FAR more attractive now than in first grade!"

"I'd say 'duh', but it's too obvious to even say that!" Stephanie replied. "What do you think?"

"I think it's an interesting idea. Did you speak to Cindi about it?"

"Yes. She likes the idea, though she didn't have good titles, either."

"Just off the top of my head, something like 'Senior Legal Advisor' or 'Senior Legal Consultant'. I'm not sure either of those is right but along those lines."

"That's what I was thinking, but I haven't hit on the exact right phrase."

"I'll back the proposal if anyone asks," I replied. "But I don't expect anyone to ask."

"Dad will. He'll call you because that's what he does!"

"Possibly, but he's confident in your ability to lead NIKA. And I'll remind him if he does call. I'll see him in October when I go down for the grand opening of the Marble Palace Inn."

"An interesting investment, given what I know about Anthony and Connie."

"The hotel is one hundred percent legit," I replied. "Whatever else they're doing, it's separate and is its own LLC. Everything is above board and on the books, including an annual audit performed by someone I nominate."

"Which tells me their other businesses aren't fully legit."

"If they are offering to the public the goods and services that the public wants but which are denied to them by their government, who am I to object?"

"I'm sure you've ensured you're protected if something bad happens."

"I do know a few attorneys," I chuckled. "The biggest risk is to the capital I invested, but the dividends are payable quarterly, and I think it's worth the tiny risk. Anthony has already sold out his bookings for three months, and the hotel hasn't even opened yet! Anyway, please let me know what you decide about titles."

"I'll run those by you before I make a final decision."

"As you wish."

Stephanie smiled, "I love you, too!"

🎤 Birgit

"Aunt Elyse, can I talk to you for a few minutes before you go out with the girls?" I asked.

"We have about fifteen minutes, so yes. Privately?"

"Yes. We can use Dad's study. I checked with him."

Aunt Elyse and I went into the study, and I shut the door. We sat down side-by-side in two wingback chairs.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I asked Katy about sex toys, and she suggested I speak to you."

Aunt Elyse smiled, "Is this your idea or a boy's?"

"Mine. Is that important?"

"Yes. Katy knows the story of what happened with my first boyfriend when I was fourteen, and I suspect that's why she sent you to discuss it with me."

"Will you tell me?" I asked.

"I had just turned fourteen, and one of my friends had an older brother I thought was cute. His name was Sean, and he had graduated from Live Oaks, which is a vocational school in Clermont County, Ohio, where your dad and I both lived. He worked in an auto shop in Glen Este, and one day after school, at my friend's house, I began flirting with him because I thought he was a hunk."

"How old was he?"

"Nineteen," Aunt Elyse replied. "Inside of five minutes, he kissed me, and when we left my friend's house, we went to his apartment. We started making out, and I got super excited. I let him touch my boobs, and then he rubbed his finger between my legs. It felt like I was going to explode, and at that point, I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted. He fucked me, and I came hard again, so when he asked for a blowjob, I did it, and then he used his mouth on me, and I got so excited I didn't object when he put his dick in my butt. He didn't force me; he just had me so excited that I would do anything."

I giggled, "So, like me with Mikael Westberg!"

Aunt Elyse laughed, "Why am I not surprised? Your dad had Katt, and Mikael had you! Was that your first?"

"No. That was Kjell. Dad and my moms don't know about Mikael, and I want to keep it that way, please."

"Of course! Are those your only two lovers so far?"

"No! I was actually with a girl before I was with Kjell and Peter Kallas after I came back from Sweden."

"Then you've done something I never have and never would!"

"Have sex with Peter?" I teased, knowing what she meant.

"No, you goofball! You know I meant girls. I had plenty of opportunities while I was living with your dad, but I was never interested. Anyway, back to my story about Sean. I saw him every chance I had, and he did all that stuff over and over again. Then he started buying me toys and eventually ropes and a blindfold. I didn't care because the orgasms were crushing. Not long after I turned fifteen, I went to his apartment to see him, and he had a girl with him whom I knew and who had just finished 7th grade. I left and never went back, and he never called me or talked to me again."

"She was thirteen, right?"

"Yes. Anyway, the point about the toys was it was overwhelming, and I developed a real fetish for them. I wanted to use them on him, but he always refused, which I think was part of his way of controlling me and fulfilling his fantasies. I did eventually get a chance to use them."

"Dad!" I giggled.

"No comment!" Aunt Elyse declared, confirming my suspicion.

"I guess I don't get why Katy is concerned."

"Because you're awfully young. I'm not saying you're too young to have sex, and unlike me, you planned it. May I ask specifically what you wanted?"

"Well, I went to speak to Penny, who sent me to Katy when I mentioned a harness."

Aunt Elyse laughed and shook her head.

"If you are thinking of using that with Peter, you have to talk to him about it and not make any threats or place any conditions. But even then, I'd suggest a fourteen-year-old boy isn't ready for something like that."

"Why?" I asked. "I mean, it's just sex!"

"It's never 'just sex'," Aunt Elyse replied. "And I mean, it's not just physical, but psychological and emotional. Let me ask you this — did you feel the same way after you were with Kjell as you did when you were with the girl?"

"No," I replied.

"Because you regretted it?"

"No way! It was fun and felt good, but I like boys! I might be with a girl again, and might have a threesome where I do stuff with a guy and girl, but I totally prefer boys."

"Just be careful, Birgit," Aunt Elyse said. "Sex affects everyone in different ways, and you want to do your best to make sure you're not pushing someone into something they don't really want to do."

"So, what do you think?"

"Can you be mature and responsible?"

"You know I am!" I declared.

"Usually, but you're also impetuous and precocious! I'll get you what you need but on one condition."

"What?"

"I tell your dad before I do it."

"What?! Isn't it up to me?"

"It is. Feel free to acquire them yourself."

"I can't," I fumed. "There is no way I could go into a store that sells them!"

"I guarantee anyone who you ask to help you will insist they tell your dad."

"Ugh!" I groaned. "May I think about it?"

"Of course. You know how to get in touch with me."

I nodded and got up, so Aunt Elyse got up, too. We left the study, and I let Mom know I was going to Lilibeth's house to meet my friends.

🎤 Jesse

After Robin and I had our second time, we got out of bed. I suggested a shower, and she agreed but wasn't willing to walk across the hall naked. I lent her a robe, and we went to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door, then adjusted the shower spray. We got in, and I began washing Robin.

"That feels nice," she said as I soaped her body.