Chapter 14: I'm Tendering My Resignation

August 18, 2002, Chicago, Illinois

🎤 Steve

"Good morning!" I said to Kristin and Erika when they arrived just after 10:00am on Sunday.

"We're here to fuck you within a millimeter of your life!" Kristin declared. "Are you ready?"

I laughed, grabbed their hands, and led them both to the Playroom, closing and locking the door to the kitchen behind us. When we went into the bedroom, and I couldn't help but laugh, as square in the middle of the bed was my bag of toys.

"I'm all yours," I said. "For the next eight hours, I'll do anything you want."

"You're sure about that?" Kristin asked with a smirk.

"Positive," I replied.

"Then get undressed, and we'll give you a joint blowjob!"

They didn't need to ask twice, and I quickly stripped naked. The girls removed their outer clothing, revealing sexy underwear — green for Kristin to match her eyes and white lace for Erika, contrasting with her deeply tanned skin. Kristin moved the bag off the bed to the desk, and the girls had me get into the bed. They got in on either side of me, their heads by my groin and theirs by my head. I watched in the mirror as they began kissing and licking me, and I quickly grew hard.

Kristin and Erika took turns taking me into their mouths, with one girl running her tongue along my shaft while the other one sucked me and ran her tongue around my glans. The vision in the mirror was so exciting I had to carefully regulate my breathing and do my best to relax so as not to cum too soon.

The girls had other ideas, and their efforts overcame my resistance, causing me to groan and for cum to spurt into Kristin's mouth. She took the first two spurts, and the girls quickly switched, the third spurt hitting both of them on the lips as Erika took me into her mouth to receive the final spurts.

After the final spurt, the girls French kissed each other, then French kissed me, neither having swallowed. After the deep French kisses with me, they kissed each other once again. I wondered just how far they would go in that regard, not expecting it to go beyond kissing. They got out of bed, removed their bras and panties, then hugged tightly and exchanged a deep French kiss, then turned to face me.

"Anything, right?" Kristin asked.

"Yes," I agreed.

"Then I'm going to peg you while you fuck Erika. Once she cums, then we'll switch places. I know you can last a long time, so we'll switch back and forth until you can't hold back."

"Promise you'll use the smallest dildo, please."

"Not what Kara calls 'King Kong'?" Kristin smirked.

"I'll deal with Kara later!" I exclaimed. "I'll do what you want."

"Yes!" both girls declared excitedly.

🎤 Jesse

I left the church as soon as the Divine Liturgy ended and headed to Midway Airport to meet Scarlett's flight. I arrived about ten minutes before the flight was scheduled to land, but when I walked into the arrival hall, the board showed that the plane was going to be at least twenty minutes late.

I sat down with Artemis Fowl, put in my earbuds for my iPod, and read and listened to music until the flight showed it was at the gate, which was nearly thirty minutes later. I got up and walked over to the security doors to wait for Scarlett, and about ten minutes later, she came through the door, rushed over to me, and hugged me.

"Hi, Jesse!" she exclaimed.

"Hi, Scarlett! How was your flight?"

"We had to circle for twenty minutes because of 'traffic'."

"Did you check a bag?" I asked.

"Yes."

I took her carry-on bag from her, then took her hand, and we walked to the correct baggage claim. After a ten-minute wait, she pointed to her duffel bag. I grabbed it, and we headed out to Dad's BMW.

"What are we doing this week?" she asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"Whatever you want," I replied. "The only specific plans I have are for us to go out with my friends on Friday night. Well, I have hockey practice every morning, but you knew that."

"Yes, and I'll come watch your practice."

"Just so you know, I give my friend Nicholas a ride to and from the rink."

"What grade?"

"Freshman, but he started school a year early, so he's only thirteen."

"What position?"

"Right wing. He's on the third O-line."

"As a Freshman? And a year younger? He must be good."

"He is. We have a good shot at winning the citywide championship again, which we did when I was a Freshman."

"You were the starting goalie, right?"

"Yes. Before I forget, are you OK with having dinner with our extended family tonight?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I always like to ask rather than just expect someone to do something."

"That sounds familiar!"

"I promise not to resist!"

Scarlett laughed, "I'd ask 'what guy would?', but I remember our conversations when you were at hockey camp."

"Just to be typically me, you're welcome to sleep in a guest room in the main house, if you prefer."

"Seriously? I want to sleep in the same bed with you!"

"Yes, and I was reasonably sure that was the case, but you know, I never assume."

"I expect to be completely and totally fucked by next Sunday!"

"I will endeavor to fulfill your expectations!"

🎤 Birgit

"I'm sorry about yesterday," I said to Lilibeth as we walked from her house to get ice cream.

"It's OK, Birgit," Lilibeth said. "I was overly sensitive."

"And I was insensitive."

"Want to make it up to me?" Lilibeth asked with a silly smile.

"And just what did you have in mind?"

"Orgasms! Lots of orgasms!"

It had been fun, and she'd made me feel really good, but it wasn't something I wanted to do regularly. It was, I thought, kind of like Katy and my dad. Katy was only with Amy, except for the two or three days when my dad visited. That would be OK, in reverse, along with threesomes, but I was pretty sure those wouldn't happen too often. Well, I could probably find two guys who would do it with me at the same time, which was something I considered but wasn't sure about.

"You remember I prefer guys, right?" I asked.

"Yes, but you said you liked it and that I made you cum hard!"

"Sure, but it's not something I want to do regularly," I replied. "Did you know that Libby and her girlfriend broke up?"

"No. When?"

"Jesse said Libby's girlfriend texted her while she was on vacation in California and said she met someone."

"By text message? That's lower than low!"

"I agree. I'd say Karli should rot in Hell for that, if I believed in Hell! But karma is a bitch!"

"And you think she might be interested in me?"

"You're totally hot and only a year younger than she is. You should talk to her and see if she's interested."

"She's bi, right?"

"Yes, and her long-term goal is a situation similar to my dad's, except with a guy and a girl."

"No thanks!" Lilibeth declared.

"She and Karli were exclusive," I replied. "She and Jesse were together for a while, but Libby decided she wanted to be with Karli."

"I'll call her tomorrow and see if she wants to get together."

"Cool!"

"Thanks, BFF!"

I grabbed Lilibeth's hand, and we held hands the rest of the way to the ice cream shop.

🎤 Steve

"There's one last thing," Kristin said late on Sunday afternoon. "Well, two, technically."

We had done what they'd wanted, with the girls taking turns pegging me while I fucked the other girl, then they'd alternated riding me and sitting on my face, with me cumming a total of five times, including the blowjob.

"Should I be afraid?" I asked with a silly grin.

Kristin and Erika both laughed.

"No," Kristin replied. "I want you to make slow, passionate love to me for as long as you can, then I want you to shave me."

"NO WAY!" I protested. "I am NOT repeating your dad's crime against humanity!"

"Steve," Kristin said with a soft smile, "you'd be the only guy to ever see me with pubic hair and the only one who will ever make love to me with pubic hair. It would be something special between you and me and nobody else, ever."

"That's an interesting point," I replied. "Let's make love, and I'll think about it."

"Steve, you should do it," Erika said firmly. "Imagine that even Kristin's eventual husband won't ever see her pubic hair. She's telling you how special you are to her."

Erika had a good point, and as much as I objected to removing Kristin's shocking red pubic hair, it was a sign of affection and a permanent one from the way Kristin was saying.

"You're right, and I'm an idiot!" I replied. "Kristin, let's make love, and then I'll shave you, as you requested."

She smiled, climbed into bed, and I spent the next thirty minutes tenderly making love to her, savoring the pleasure, and regretting that it would be the last time I'd be with her. My sixth orgasm of the day was the best, not because it was the most intense, but because it was from making love with Kristin.

When we finished, Erika produced a pair of scissors, a razor, and shaving cream from a bag Kristin had brought with her and then got a damp washcloth for me. I carefully trimmed away most of Kristin's pubic hair, then used the shaving cream and razor to remove the remaining hair, leaving her with a perfectly smooth mons. I wiped her clean with the damp washcloth, then planted several kisses on her bare mons.

"Thank you," Kristin said.

Erika passed her something, which she then handed to me, saying, "Remember!"

I accepted the small vial, which had some of Kristin's pubic hair inside.

"Thank you," I said.

Kristin smiled, "You're welcome. And thank you for being a wonderful lover."

"Shall we shower?" Erika asked. "Kristin's mom will be here soon to pick us up."

The three of us went to the shower, where the two girls lovingly washed my body, and then I did the same for both of them — Erika first, then Kristin. When I finished washing Kristin, I took her in my arms and held her sexy young body against mine for several minutes before we got out of the shower.

We dried each other, then I dried Erika, and the three of us dressed. The girls helped me change the sheets on the bed, and then we went to my study to wait for Kathy to arrive, which she did about fifteen minutes later.

🎤 Jesse

"Your family is totally cool!" Scarlett said as we walked back to the coach house late on Sunday evening.

"I have no complaints! Well, except that my dad beat me at poker last night!"

"You play poker with your dad?"

"With him and his friends. I told you about Guys' Night and Girls' Night Out. The poker tournament was at Guy's Night. He's the only one who can consistently beat me."

"You're that good?"

"Yes, but he's better. Last night, he knew the cards I held before I showed them."

"He's cheating somehow!"

I shook my head, "No, I can do that, too, just not as well as he can. My uncle Terry is about as good as I am, and two of the Navy guys are close. But Dad is just uncanny."

"But how can you know?" Scarlett asked as we walked into the coach house.

"By the way people bet by the cards face up on the table, and knowing how someone plays. Some people have a 'tell', which is some kind of reaction, like how they hold their cards or hold their head or the expressions they make or the way they fondle their chips or even the pulse in their neck."

"Do you have that?"

I shook my head, "No. Neither does Dad. We're both completely stoic."

"It's just for fun, though, right?" Scarlett asked as we climbed the stairs to my room.

"Oh, hell no!" I declared. "NO game is ever 'just for fun' in our family. All games, from Sorry to Texas Hold 'em, are blood sport! And we play poker for money at Guys' Night. Everyone kicks in $40, with the winner taking half, second place taking twenty-five percent, third place taking fifteen percent, and fourth place taking ten percent."

"How many people play?"

"Usually around twenty-five," I replied.

"So you won $250?!"

"A little more than that, but Dad won over $500!"

"You don't work, right?"

"Correct. I get a larger allowance from my moms and dad so I can focus on hockey. They made an exception for me paying for my insurance, too."

"But your siblings will have to work?"

"Unless they are involved in something that doesn't allow it, yes, they will. My moms and dad don't believe everyone has to have the same things for it to be just or equitable."

"You're so funny that you won't use 'fair' even when it's not whining!"

I laughed, "The only banned word in my dad's house is 'fair'. I can say 'fuck you' to him, and he won't be upset. My sisters can use whatever words they want at home, including what most people would call 'profanity', and not get in trouble. But the 'F' word is totally unacceptable because it's almost always about whining.

"Think about my situation with an allowance and not having to work. My siblings receive an allowance as well, and it's based on age and need, not anything else. When they work, it might or might not be adjusted to suit their specific circumstances. We're all part of the family, and we share everything, which includes income. My moms pay rent for this coach house, for example."

"Your family is so different from mine! Or any other one I've ever come across. Your parents don't even try to control your life!"

"Dad figured out, a long time ago, that it's impossible to prevent teenagers from doing what they want to do, so he decided to ensure we had a good education, understood how to decide right from wrong, knew the relationship between privileges and responsibilities, and ensured we had access to all the information we needed to be successful. And he treated us as if we were rational, thinking, independent individuals from the time we were toddlers."

"And that's how you plan to raise your kids, right?"

"Absolutely! But talk to me in about ten years about kids! I need to finish High School and college and get settled in a job! Oh, and find the woman with whom I want to spend the rest of my life!"

"Are you taking applications?" Scarlett asked with a smile.

"Your application was filed when we spoke on the bench in Rochester!"

"Not when we went to bed?"

"No. Sex was a sign of a bond that had formed; it didn't form the bond. Think about how much we talked before that."

"True. Can we stop talking and go to bed now?"

"Yes!" —————

August 19, 2002, Chicago, Illinois

🎤 Steve

"Steve, Sam Soleymani is here to see you," Kimmy said over the intercom.

"Send her in, please."

Sam came into my office a few seconds later in stocking feet, having removed her shoes due to the «tatami» mat flooring in my office.

"Hi, Steve!"

"Hi, Sam. What's up?"

"Do you have a few minutes for me?"

"Of course. Penny, go forage for something in the Annex to give you a sugar high, please."

Penny laughed, "Today is Krispy Kreme! Hopefully, there are some left. I had two already!"

"I'll have Jess or Sofia write the insulin prescription for you!" I chuckled.

As Penny left, she slid the «fusuma» closed to give Sam and me some privacy. Sam and I went to the low table and sat on «zafu».

"It's your dime," I replied.

"Pay phones are fifty cents, and they're going to disappear inside of about ten years, as more and more people have mobile phones."

"True."

"I'm tendering my resignation," Sam said.

I frowned, "First, that's something for my sister or Julia, not me, but I have to ask..."

"Levi and I have more than enough money for retirement, especially with the expected growth in our portfolios. We're going to spend three months in Europe using Eurail Passes to visit literally every country in Europe, including Liechtenstein, Andorra, Monaco, and San Marino."

"Former East Bloc as well?

"Yes. Continental Europe and all four countries on the British Isles, well, five, with Northern Ireland. We'll stop in Iceland on the way over. After that, we're going to China, though I'm not sure how long we'll stay there. When we come back, we're going to volunteer with a global aid group, most likely in Africa."

"Why now?"

"I just had my forty-first birthday, and Levi his forty-fifth. It is, as they say, now or never. I hope to be super-active in my sixties and seventies, but you know we can't count on that."

"Does anyone else know?"

Sam shook her head, "You're first. I know you're mostly out of the management loop, but you hired me. It's your company, and I felt you needed to know. Not going to try to talk me out of it?"

"Is that my style?"

"No, it's not. You support everyone in achieving their goals to the best of your ability and resources. That's a good thing, by the way. I only asked out of curiosity."

"Would I go to bat for you for more money or a different role or whatever? Of course. But you came in and said you were resigning, not that you were unhappy or needed my help. I've never known you to be inaccurate in your speech or writing. And it's been just over eleven years."

"You remembered?"

I nodded, "August 1991. I assume you still believe Brenda is the right person to succeed you?"

"Yes, though that's not up to you, right?"

"Stephanie will come to ask, and I'll answer in my advisory capacity, but she'll make the final decision. When would your last day be?"

"September 30, which works best for Levi and gives us time to get our place on the market and wrap up everything here before we disappear for at least three months."

"You're the first person to, in effect, cash out. Terry took a new role, but you're retiring."